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Magical Girl Questing Malai

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You are MALAI MINDY CHAMBERLAIN, and you have had a hell of a day.

You are the wielder of the BAT OF DONNY DONNOVITCH, a weapon of blunt impact said to have SLAIN 20,000 NAZIS by an ancient German Folk Hero. You have been granted MAGICAL POWER of the DARK AND ELDRITCH VARIETY by some sort of CATBOMINATION in exchange for killing the FORMLESS BLOB MONSTER that was trying to eat your friend, ISMAHEL EOIN CALHOUN. You have no further obligations to him , but he did ask that you not burn your bridges to further exchange simply because he is an IMPRONOUNCIBLY NAMED ABOMINATION from FIVE MINUTES TO THE RIGHT.

You have successfully slain the BLOB MONSTER by SMACKING IT REALLY HARD WITH A BAT. And maybe cracking the universe a little with the BLACK MILES. You have transformed out of your THREADMOTIF back into your school uniform. All in all, this little adventure in the playground has been quite the success. There is only one problem.

Your friend is now a cat.

>Wat Do?

Inventory
>Transformation Trinket x1
>Arglasses x1
>School Uniform x1
>2900$$
>AR Interaction Gloves x2
>Trampasscode x1
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>Previous Thread
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/19206472/
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>>19227815
KILLL
KILL THE CAT
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>>19227868
This
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>>19227868
>>19227877
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>>19227877
>>19227868
>>19227966
Murder cat please
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>>19227815
Use the bat to smash friendcat's brains all over the ground
Possible food source
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>>19227815
You guys are think too small.
Pick up cat, use as flail. UNLOCK ULTIMATE POWER.
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>>19228017
NO! Pick up the cat and attach it to the bat! Awww yeah!
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rolled 6 = 6

>>19228038
ATTACH CAT WITH NAILS YEAAAAAAH
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>>19228038
I like the way you think.
Attach tail to bat and we now have a cat flail.
He can repay us for saving him like this!
We are the best friend.
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>>19227868
>>19227877
>>19227978
>>19228017
>>19228038

The fuck?
Did you even read the previous thread?
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>>19227815
Take the cat home, there is little we can do here.
We may be able to fix him later.
Though passing up the opportunity to mercilessly tease him over this situation is out of the question.
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>>19227993
You briefly contemplate murdering your friend for a food source.

How would that even work, though? You've never actually seen food made from actual meat before; you usually just print out your meals and snacks at home on the ASSEMBLER like a civilized person. Is it even sanitary to eat an animal's flesh? How in the 'verse would you know where it's been?

>>19228017

"Ismahel, hold on, I'm gonna try something."

He barely has time to say "Wha-" before you whip him around by the tail and launch him at the half broken jungle gym. Time seems to slow down from his perspective, not flying but floating through the air. He concentrates his impressive fatcat girth into a tight ball, and with what little magic obtained from being bodyswapped by a Blob Monster, increases his density exponentially.

With the impact, he roars a triumphant battle cry:

"CATBALL SPECIAL!"

Welp, that Jungle Gym isn't half broken anymore.

>New Power Unlocked: CATBALL SPECIAL
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>>19228255
>CATBALL SPECIAL
It seems suggesting the cat flail has payed off in a manner far greater than anticipated.
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>>19228255
This is acceptable, go on
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>>19228255
That baseball glove doesn't make sense, it's too small
So Cat is dead now? I'm ragequitting if not
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>>19228277
>>19228255

>Catball Special Info:
>A team attack that requires the presence of ISMAHEL EOIN CALHOUN while he is in KITTY MODE.
>Only occurs when at least two attack rolls are above 60.

"Okay, that was fun," he says, scraping himself out of the ruined playground. "But if it's alright with you, I'd rather not be a cat forever."

You pick him up and take him home. At the door, you are greeted by a dapper looking fellow, all suits and and fedoras and pipes. He's even managed to alter the AR code surrounding his social profile to have him constantly displayed in gray-scale, because gray-scale is mother fucking classy.

>Who's this douchebag?
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>>19228410
This is our house right?

Hey pops, why the fuck are you grey-scale?

Also my friend is a cat, I found Donny Donnowitz's bat and beat a eldritch abomination to death using newfound magical powers.

Also, I know where you sleep so unblock my porn.
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>>19228410
is this turning into a homestuck clone
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>>19228491
No more than it is an Inglorious Basterds clone.
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rolled 88 = 88

>>19228535
>same pic in house of act 1 of homestuck
>"dapper looking fellow, all suits and and fedoras and pipes"
>gray scale
Geez try harder
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>>19228410
Ask who the person is while running a search and query on their AR icon.
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We should develop our magical abilities.

When we get home, set off an area to be our laboratory, where we'll experiment with different magic and try to work out new tricks.
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>>19228652

You run the search query on this stranger whom you are certain you have never met before. His dapper presence is reassuring, but something about the way his eyes seem to see for fucking ever is kind of off-putting. Worse, his social profile is shoddily constructed, like some wannabe hacker plugged in to the Book of Faces and cobbled together as much obviously fake information as possible - Kazakhstan, really? Is that even a place?

Speaking of wannabe hackers, your brother has appeared out of the graphene to explain everything.

"Sup, little sis! Check out the ARvatar I built for Home. He's one classy motherfucker, ain't he?"

>Wat Do?
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>>19228919
Hey bro, where in hell is Kazakhstan?

Also you should probably get the family together, I have some news to tell everyone.
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>>19228919
"He's fucking creepy. Get Dad to fix him."
Then take idiot cat thing somewhere private for experimentation.
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>>19228919
"Hah, you wish! He's as classy as your love life is active. Who'd you get to critique it, some trolls on 4chan?"

Spin off an agent to run a search on cats and their behavior, care and feeding. Then start another search on biogenetic body modification treatments to see, if all else fails, we can plunk Ismahel's mind in a better body.
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>>19228919
"If badly constructed fake identities that rely on ancient stereotypes are your idea of classy, then yeah."

Let's keep our new power secret. Something tells me that intervention from a higher being isn't the norm, and we might get kidnapped for secret government research.
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"When are mum and pops gonna be home?" you ask him. "Cause you really ought to ask dad to take at look at the ARvatar's code. It's kind of really fucking creepy." You can't help but shudder. "Seriously, did you just stream to Yotsuba and grab code out of Brandom?"

Your brother pouts at the accusation.

"Hey that's not fair, I worked hard getting this chap up and running - he's not creepy, he's AWESOME. And anyways the folks ain't gonna be home until tomorrow night, what with the big Opensourceware conference and all."

"Right," you say, not really paying attention. You're more concerned with making sure you don't accidentally kill your friend by having no fucking clue how to care for a cat. You let your autonav guide you to your room, your glasses obscuring your vision and hearing with a few gigs of audvis regarding cat care.

Your room is fairly barren, though that's mostly because you're not streaming the ARverlay - usually it's filled with holographic dolphins swimming around like the pimp ass motherfuckers they are. You fucking love dolphins, especially uplifts like your buddy living in Hallesburg's Oceanic complex.

But you've got a desk, a comfy chair, an ASSEMBLER with molecular resolution, and an air bed. Along with a few gigs of metadata that the ARverlay in your glasses keeps track of.

>Wat Do?
>If you wish to DO SCIENCE to Ismahel's KITTY MODE, roll 1d100.
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>>19229307
>holographic dolphins swimming around like the pimp ass motherfuckers they are
So we're queen of the dolphin rape cave?
Rolling for MAGICAL SCIENCE.
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>>19229307
>>19229339
Well, we've got the science on the Cat down.

We should also spend some serious time working ways around Dad's filter, it's somewhat annoying.
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>>19229339
"Um, Malai..." Ismahel is quaking in fear when he sees your eyes light up like a child who found out that the Solstice came early. "Why are you grinning at me like that...?"

There is only one answer. There only ever was one answer.

"SCIENCE!"

He gulps. "What do you mean by Sci-OH GOD WHY"

The procedure isn't precise harmful to the Catboy, but it isn't precisely respecting to such human dignities as personal space and not prodding in places that normally would be impolite to prod. At least you have the schema for the tools to examine him with, doing this sort of thing with your hands would be somewhat embarrassing. Also rather disgusting - you're not sure how you'd be able to get a blood sample without the draw, though you're arglasses would be able to test the sample if you got it.

And the science you work is beautiful. Locked, hidden below what your glasses recognize as cat DNA is a human genome, superimposed upon the cell in some manner that should not be possible. But then you have fucking magic, so that shouldn't be much of a problem.

"Okay," you say. "Let's try something. The same thing you did with the Catball Special earlier, but think "human" instead of OHMYGODIMGONNADIE or whatever."

>Roll for TRANSFORMATION SUCCESS
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>>19229564
Rollan for SCIENCE!!!
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>>19229577
Holy shit, we're on a roll tonight!
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>>19229577
I'm so happy! :D
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>>19229577
Huh. Guess it was a good idea to sacrifice that baby to the dice gods.
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>>19229577

The boy transforms. A pale golden light, the fires of ten thousand stars gone righteous nova, silhouettes his facat frame, and he shifts. The paws elongate into hands, and for the first time you notice that as a cat he had opposable thumbs. The body straightens, lengthens, and the fur becomes cloth, an opened shirt and loose bagged pants tied off with a fluffy knotted belt.

He'd almost be human - a very pretty human, you might add - if it weren't for the ears and tail, which had stubbornly decided to stay cat-like. But it seemed that all his tubbyness stayed in his fatcat mode.

But not his clumsiness, you note as he falls flat on his arse. Still can't balance to save his life.

"Ouch, that kinda hurt." He rubs his head a bit. "I feel lighter... did I turn into a ghost or something? Please don't tell me I'm stuck as a data entity! Mind-sex sucks!"
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>>19229721
Forgot:
>Wat Do?
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>>19229721
See if we can punch him the rest of the way to human.
If it doesn't work, at least we can say we tried.
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>>19229721
"Ya know, I kinda like you better this way."
Then try pushing him around, see if he's real or just an AR construct in this form.
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>>19229721
Well, you're human, kinda. You've got ears and a tail, but on the upside you're much prettier than you were before. You're still however a clumsy dumbass.

Well, nice seeing you, you're no longer my problem, go home and explain this to your family.
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"Welp, that didn't work." You cross your arms, wondering whether you can figure out how to transform him the rest of the way.

The catboy panics. "Oh God I AM a data entity aren't I?" He sniffles. "I'm a data entity and a eunuch and now I can never go back to being a real boy and I didn't even get to say adios to the pantsther. Or my organs." He looks up at you. "I liked having organs! And blood! And a pe-"

You try punching him back to normal. You don't think it will work, but it's certainly worth a try.

"Ouch, what the hell was that for."

You shrug. "Thought it might finish the job. You're mostly human now, from what I can tell, though you've still got cat genes floating around in you. Honestly, you're cuter like this anyways. Tell your parents you went and got a gene mod or something, you're still pinging all the right metadata. You'll probably only be netlocked for a cycle or six."

You poke him in the stomach. "Just be discreet on your way out. I'd rather my brother didn't get the wrong ideas."

He gives you a pleading look that practically screams NO DON'T LEAVE I'M JUST A POOR AND DEFENSELESS KITTY CAT.

>Wat do?
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>>19230065
You're going to have to tell them sometime and you're not staying here.

You could explain it that you were kidnapped and gene-modded if you want, but no one is going to believe the truth that it was because of magic.

Now go, once I took a vial of your bitch tears and have built up a resistance to you trying to look pitiful.
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>>19230065
Fuck with him a bit before you kick him out . Make it sound like he's going to have to be our personal bitch and just when his spirit is broken kick him out a window
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>>19230065
"No. Get out. You are not my problem any more."
Then I dunno, do we have homework? Or a job? If neither, call up the catbomination and see if this sort of shit can be expected to occur frequently.
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"And what do you mean by mindsex? Do you spend your nights pretending to be someone handsome on chatwheel?"

[x]descend into basement and test our abilities
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>>19230116

Noting his welling eyes, you quickly fab up a vial and scraper, taking a grip on his face and with swift and agile hands take a sample of the prize. Cackling, you put cork the vial and put it in your desk.

"Um, what the fuck?" Ismahel seems confused.

"I've got magical powers, who knows. I might be able to craft some sort of potion with your tears to make myself immune to your whining. Now come on, go home. Your parents are probably worried, and knowing your mums habbits she'll talk about it to my mom over the pillow. And if she finds out I'm hiding you because you couldn't keep your hands off the coke and got yourself a genemod, she'll be right and pissed off."

With that, you leave your room, knowing that he's too damn awkward to stay in a girl's room alone after being told to leave. Or, your face falls, he'll try to perv on you. But that direction leads to thoughts about what his change did to his tongue, and you'd rather not go there just yet.

You break the seal as you head to one of the empty storage rooms to test out your new skills, figuring you might want to get some info from the good old catbomination. You really hope you didn't suddenly become some sort of weirdness magnet. Unfortunately, the oher end is just an automated response.

"Oets mnehov mgprt ahne pmy'hat ubwmb xbumw gh. Ehudt gr'xxu, yith qbjw. Ehudt xheb, yith kxbm. Ehudt Hyumon, yith grpc."

>Wat do?
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>>19230442
plan for his message machine to play out loud

"Hey, C-sharp, it's Malai. You there freaky cat thing?"
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>>19230442
Ehe. Whoops. Forgot the pic.
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>>19230442
>Ehudt Hyumon, yith grpc.
Well, that's us I guess. We should probably yith grpc, whatever that means.
>>19230504
Or do that.
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>>19230442
Wait for the tone, then leave a message for C-sharp. Tell him that we got our friend back into humanish shape, ask what the standard procedure on informing people of magic powers is.
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>>19230504
Oh that would be awesome. You'd totally do that if you were able to - then you'd be just like that computer virus guy from the legend of mankind's first contact with extraterrestrials on the day of America's Independence. Unfortunately, unlike him you have had a few decades to tinker with the operating system behind the magical communications system.

>>19230518
You yith grpc, which may or may not mean "think three". Fortunately, whatever the system is, it is smart enough to pick up that that is what you are trying to do, and promptly switches to a language you are more familiar with.

"TREMBLE MORTAL. IF YOU HAVE RECEIVED THIS SEAL FROM THE GODS YOU HAVE BEEN CHOSEN TO ACT AS OUR AGENT. YOUR PITIFUL EXISTENCE SPARED BY OUR WHIM, WE KNOW YOU SEEK GUIDANCE ALONG THIS PATH. NOW, TELL ME:

DOTH YOU KNOW WHAT A MICROTRANSISTOR IS? I DOUBT YOU DO, GIVEN THAT IT IS A MAGIC OF THE GODS, BUT NONETHELESS THIS FORBIDDEN KNOWLEDGE WILL CHANGE OUR INSTRUCTIONS."

>Wat do?
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>>19230679
"It's an electrical component. And no, it is not magic of the gods, fuck you."
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>>19230679
Laugh, Laugh like never before. Seriously? MICROTRANSISTOR? this shits small time, counter with FTL powered threw MICROTRANSISTOR!
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>>19230679
Yeah, it's a type of Bipolar Juncture Transistor, one that's been out of date for so long it isn't even funny. I don't live in a cave.

Now put me through to C-Sharp.
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>>19230800
You can't help but laugh. You built microtransistors as a science project back when you were in elementary school - it's not fucking magic, it's SCIENCE. And you tell the damn thing just what it is.

"OH, WELL THAT CHANGES QUITE A BIT THEN." The automated responder says. "You've gotta understand, most humans throughout six space just ain't at the level of technology that permits meaningful interaction with them. And the BENEFACTORS have a non interference policy with pre-networked computer societies, mostly cause they just don't have the processing power to understand our existence, ya get what I'm saying?"

"Now I got here a database on what people we've contacted usually like to know. Let me load it up to your data processor, whatever sort it is."

A list of answered questions appears on your ARglasses, nice, trim, neat, and professional, and not at all invoking some sort of eldritch, noneuclidean geometry in its interface.

>So you've got magical powers?
>A word to the wise: standard procedure for a non post-entropic society is nonrevelation. Even if you've got atomic/quantum resolution assemblers, the nature of what we have colloquially termed "fucking magic" is a bit beyond most such worlds to comprehend. And they won't believe you anyways, because such societies tend to have cultures ingrained against the supernatural (which this is not. The math is merely mind shattering).

>Wat do?
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>>19231010
Cool, I was planning on exploring my powers. Anything I should be aware of while doing so?

I have the bloody bat of Donny Donnovitch, anything I should be aware of. Like being able to summon Nazi Zombies from the pools of blood it creates or maybe get control over blood? What sort of thing can I expect to pull off.

Also could you pass something on to C-Sharp? I uncatted my friend, kinda, he's still the same person just prettier and with cat ears and tail.

Also one last question, could you disable the filters my father put on my ARglasses, I'm tired of not being able to find smut.
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>>19231010
Ask about fucking slime monsters what the fuck.
Also, why did that guy turn into a cat and how can I avoid a similar fate.
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>>19231010
Admire the entities' skill at playing to their clients' superstitions and worldviews.

Succumb to the sanity-shattering realization that they're probably still doing that with you.
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Query: I was planning on exploring my powers. Anything I should be aware of while doing so?

>Be advised that doing so in a confined space is inadvisable. Some spells may utilize explosive force, which may in turn cause property damage.

Query: My COMPILER is an artifact from history/legend/folklore. Will it have any of it's puported powers.

>Unknown. You will have to test it's power (see previous entry). Be advised, THREADMOTIFS may also possess compilation ability, especially if the compiler doubles as a weapon.

Query: Can you pass a message to [BENEFACTOR]?

>If you are in possession of this audvis data, your BENEFACTOR is currently in a blackout zone, or has been killed without personality backup.

Query: Can you disable the pornography filters on my ARglasses.

>We do not have jurisdiction, and as a rule we follow the customs and laws of the host society. This prevents us from taking any action directly interfering with code embedded in system ROOT files.

Query: So my friend got turned into a small and fuzzy creature.

>Yeah that happens sometimes. Raping the laws of physics as is done by post-entropic technology does weird shit. The best way to avoid this is to not be enveloped by a probability filter (usually taking the form of an ectoplasmic slime.

Query: Are you still playing to my worldview they way you were to the superstitious pre-network society's?

>Yes. Though to be fair, most post-network societies are fairly similiar to ours, simply needing more time to "evolve" to a gestalt collective.

That last one gets to you a little. But at least the machine thing is being honest, however disconcerting its honesty is.

>WAT DO?
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>>19231341
How often can I expect to have to deal with monsters like the ectoplasmic slime/probability filter?

What other common forms do prob filters takes?

Could you disable the smut filters if I ask really nicely and bat my eyelashes in an adorable fashion? Pretty please.

Are there any limits on how often and for how long I can use my powers? Are there any specific rituals I have to undertake to summon them?

Well thanks for the info, I guess I'll find a nice secluded open area to test out my powers.
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Query: Oh shit how many of those things have probability filters?

>Probability filters are a necessary technology for a five-space entity to manifest upon a three space plane. Fortunately, they are generally rather small, and compacted into a four dimensional spherhoid containment container.

Query: What else can they look like aside from ectoplasmic slime?

>They can also become gaseous. If this has happened though, do not breath in without proper filtration gear and leave the area immediately before shit starts to get fucking crazy.

Query: Will you disable the pornography filters on my computational device if I employ [species specific seduction technique]?

>No. I do not swing that way.

Query: What are my power's limits/activation requisites?

>Unknown. If your COMPILER is an artifact from history/legend/folklore, a ritual/incantation/catch-phrase associated with it may work.

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You decide that perhaps basement 14 isn't exactly the best place to practice your powers - it's roomy, but it's still a little bit cramped for any sizeable explosions to be going off. And if the explosions that will be going off aren't all that sizable, you'd kind of feel like this whole magical girl thing was a bit of a ripoff.

Instead, you head down to sublevel 68. It's a few more flights down into the city than you'd have liked to go, but it's located directly over an abandoned military bunker from the Six Year War. Solid blastic for three meters before coming to it's opening, nothing short of a point blank antimatter bomb could hope to scratch the thing. A bunch of college kids tend to huff the coke on the level, as it was designed to minimize damage by high explosives to the rest of the Arcology. In other words, a big, open plane surrounded by sound dampeners and reinforcements - the perfect place to have a wild party.

Or test out some possibly structure compromising weaponry.

>Wat Do?
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>>19231618
Look up martial combat techniques applicable to a baseball bat powered by souls of the dead, start swingin', see if we can't get some magical shit flowing.
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>>19231618
Well, try to summon up our Threadmotif.

If we don't get it up immediately try to think up of a nice catch phrase. For example, It's time to make the rivers run red.

Then get some smashing in, try to see how hot we can get the boiling blood going, if we can manipulate the blood itself, if we can summon undead from pools of blood, what effects the blood itself has on things when not directly on the bat, using it as a baseball bat to smash stuff in a direction.

Also explore our Threadmotif, see if we can manipulate our clothing into shields, grabbing arms, illusions and other such things.
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>>19231681
You decide that the first thing you ought to do is see what other tricks besides CAUSTIC HATRED your the bat of Donny Donnovitch can pull off. Unfortunately, your bat is currently locked away in subspace, behind your TRANSFORMATION TRINKET.

How do you go about rectifying this situation?

>Roll 1d100. Average of first three will determine success.
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>>19231741
Sing softly, in a soothing voice tell the bat to come out and play, there is blood to be had.
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rolled 7 = 7

>>19231741
Take our Transformation Trinket and spill a drop of blood on it.
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rolled 72 = 72

>>19231741
Whisper softly to the trinket: "Let's bash their brains in with a baseball bat"
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>>19231754
>>19231799
>>19231835
>46.6
Eh.
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>>19231754
>>19231799
>>19231835
>Average Roll: 47

You sing softly to the trinket, a chain of Mobius links attached to a black amethyst, cutting your thumb over it for good measure. As your blood spills past the jewel, it begins to glow with the hellish fire of death and life and nothingness. The chain unravels, shattering into a thousand links, the jewel floating before your breast. The links tear at your uniform, shrouding you in a cloud of silver and thread.

Then a dress of blackest night, armguards like a silvery moon, and the boots that are at once straps and tentacles are sown togeether over you. And once more, a tophat and monocle inexpliably appear out of nowhere to top the THREADMOTIF. The jewel embeds itself over your heart, and the bat is in your hand.

You are ready to make some mother fucking magic.

>Roll 1d100 for each suggestion to determine success or failure.
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>>19231993
Manipulate the blood independent of the bat, make shields, lances, pools of corrosive death, sculptures.
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>>19231993
*wrong thread, forgot to re-trip
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rolled 100 = 100

>>19231993
Throw the bat, then see if we can call it back.
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>>19232038
>>19232005
Well those seemed to have worked.

>>19231993
Creating minions, either blood minions or having the dead that the bat has slain come forth and fight for it.
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>>19232038
WELP.
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The first thing you set out to do is see what else you can do with that highly acidic blood that stains the bat. Calling it forth with a swing that would make a home runner proud, you try to see if you can solidify the stuff.

Unfortunately, you cannot. However, that might well be counter productive to the blood's strengths. You note that letting the pool drop to the ground actually manages to chew away at the blastic ever so slightly, so it is a highly powerful acid. Taking another swing, you try to will it forward.

It shoots out like a rocket, it a blade like wave that traces the path of the swing. In the distance, you hear a crash - did it just take out one of the reinforcements?

>New Ability Unlocked: Waves of Hatred

You next try to see if the bat will return to your hand after you throw it at something. You set up a target out of some scrap metal that was lying around, and let it loose with a mighty throw. It spins three rotations before crashing into the "dummy"

"Holy fuck"

You're pretty sure the dummy is now embedded in the ceiling. A ceiling that is damn near half a kilometer up. Oh, and the bat spun back into your hand like it was pulled there by a magnet, which is also pretty nice.

>Ability Unlocked: Homerun Swing/Homerun Toss
>This ability only works on inanimate objects and creatures below 50% of their health.

>Ability Unlocked: Boomerang Bat
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>>19232292
>Field too long

Now, you have only a vague idea of what a Nazi is. The historical records vary from account to account, but the one thing that they agree on is that, for the most part, they were evil fucks who liked to kill people and believed that Negative Eugenics actually worked. Whether or not they were hulking blonde haired blue eyed super soldiers, had an army of zombies, or prepared an invasion force on the dark side of Terra's moon for an assault on the entire planet was lost in the Two Day War.

But you think that summoning one to do your bidding wouldn't hurt.

The runes on your armguard glow, and once again they become a legible incantation. You speak in this black tongue, this root coding language of the universe, and some FORCE carves into the blastic a blasphemous circle. In it's center is a man in uniform, his eyes glowing white, and his expression not of pain but of confusion. He is older, and nowhere near as intumidating as you would expect the legendary Nazis to be.

He looks around, taking in the expanse of the sublevel.

"Wo bin ich? Ist die Sprache Deutsch oder Englisch?"

His name tag is the only clue to his identity. It says ROMMEL.

>Wat Do?

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Forgive my bad German, if you wouldn't mind?
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rolled 40 = 40

>>19232304
Why hello there Rommel, I speak English? Do we speak English or some future language that is so different from English that it won't work?

Greet Rommel, introduce ourself, say that he is in the far future and we summoned him. Ask for his full name, specialties and get to know him a bit better.

We're going to have to get this man a tank. We should try summoning him one. Fueled by hatred and blood.
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>>19232304
Does this mean that the bat killed Rommel?
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Oh dear. You have no idea what the man said. You should have figured that a member of a long dead warrior race wouldn't speak Terran Standard. And that's not old American he's speaking, so you're kind of lost. But you decide introducing yourself might be a good start.

"Ah, hi. I'm Malai Mindy Chamberlain. I kind of summoned you. From the dead."

Rommel cocks his head. "English then. Mandarin as well. Arabic too. What do you mean 'summoned'? Was I gone, this is not Herrlingen. Burgdorf and Maisel did not join me - a boon I suppose."

Oh. He speaks Old American. Well that's a relief; you know a bit of that.

"I hate to tell you this, but you're dead, buddy."

He just stares at you.

"Then why am I alive?"
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>>19232565
END ACT II

I need to grab some sleep. If the thread's still up in the morning, I'll continue it then. If not, I'll post a new one.

Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/19227809/
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Why exactly can we summon dead nazis? Is that some function of our bat's history, or did somebody just spam the request until OP caved?
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>>19232690
>or did somebody just spam the request until OP caved?

Pretty much this.
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>>19232690
Uh what. Why don't you go read the archived threads. Nobody spammed anything; OP is just making shit up for fun.
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>>19232787
Figures.

I hardly think it fits our motif. Well, it's done now.
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>>19232690
It's the Bat of Donny Donnovitch.

As in the Bear Jew.
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>>19232916
Man, why couldn't it summon jews instead?

We could be a millionaire.


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