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BLAME! ADVENTURE SEEKER DEADMAN IN THE CYBER DUNGEON QUEST!

PASTEBIN: http://pastebin.com/faX3x6Yv

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"We'll be preserving him in cryosleep, until such time as we can repair to a usable condition."

"Tch, whatever."

And you fall asleep, haunted by dreams of blood and death. The faces of your friends fade into darkness, and soon even your dreams are no more.

... You wake up.

All is silent. You can't feel your arms, your legs. It's as if half of you is missing.

A clicking sound, then a hiss of static. A recording plays. The voice is soft, kind, and unquestionably mad.

"If you’re listening to this, you must have finally awoken. I’m sure you’re confused, but for now, just know that the world is a very different place from when you fell into cryosleep.

"If it’s an explanation you want, I’m afraid there’s nothing I can do. All I can say is this: seek out the surface. Your journey will, no doubt, be long and difficult. Survive it. That strength is well within your grasp. If you continue on, if you strive upwards… you will succeed, and you will find the answers you seek.

"A few more seconds. They’re coming for me now. I can say nothing more. Good luck, old one."

Old one?

What were they talking about?

[1/2]
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>>28971493

The cryopod opens silently. You gradually adjust to the darkness of the room. It bears a damp smell of dust and mold. It is lit, though dimly, from below. You can’t make out anything else. You can’t even move. You can hardly breathe, the air is so heavy. Everything is so heavy. The sheer weight of gravity crushes you down into the bed of the pod.

A great shape looms over you. It resembles…

[1] … a human, though no such human as you’ve ever witnessed. Shining black, skeletal limbs, with a face of ethereal ivory. Sharp spines sprout all over its body.
[2] … a massive, bug-like thing, covered in white ceramic. Scarred with age and wear, the gleaming lenses of its eyes peer down at you.
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>>28971528
[2] … a massive, bug-like thing, covered in white ceramic. Scarred with age and wear, the gleaming lenses of its eyes peer down at you.
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>>28971528
[2] … a massive, bug-like thing, covered in white ceramic. Scarred with age and wear, the gleaming lenses of its eyes peer down at you.
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>>28971573
>>28971799

Going ahead with this.
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>>28971863

Panels on the side of its head crack open, and a thousand snaking coils of steel sprout out from within.

They grab you and lifts you up almost gently, as they might lift a child. The weight is unbearable on your frame nevertheless. You see the flicker of lights behind its eyes as it thinks.

Your mind follows the path to oblivion once again.

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You float, suspended in nothing, free. You can’t yet open your eyes, but you can tell that all around you is light and warmth. It’s like nothing you’ve ever experienced. It sets you at ease. You reach out around you towards the gentle warmth. The light pulses, beckoning. At last, you open your eyes.

You float, suspended by nothing. Grass sways below your feet. Wind kisses your cheek. High above you, the moon glows brightly. Great trees rise to the sky, gravestones all around. A sad, idyllic place that you don’t deserve.

“Why me?” You ask. Murderer. Killer. Deviant.

Deadman.

“Because we have found a use for you.”

The voice echoes throughout the world. It is neither gentle nor cruel, loud nor soft, male nor female. It simply is.

“Because you are special. You have a certain ability that has not been seen since the dawn of man. For that, we will use you.”

How do you respond?

[1] Acceptance.
[2] Rejection.
[3] Something else. (write-in)
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>>28971933
[3] Something else. (write-in)

"Use me for what? What are your goals? Why should I work with you?"
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>>28971964
Seconding.
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>>28971964
Sure, let's go with that.
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The Governing Authority has sent to me tell you that it approves of this thread, and wishes it to continue for at least 320 years.
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>>28971964
>>28972012
>>28972025

“Use me for what? What are your goals, why should I work for you?”

“Our goals are immaterial to you, nameless one. Even if we were to explain it to you, you would not be able to comprehend the importance nor the scope of our endeavor.” The voice is ever even in tone, never wavering, never betraying emotion.

“That’s some bullshit if ever I heard it.”

“You lack the necessary knowledge to even begin to understand. For now, understand simply that you are indebted to us.”

“Indebted? What are you talking about?”

“Your body was that of an original human’s. Such a body cannot function within the City. We have made improvements.”

You remember how it felt before. That crushing sense of weight.

“Cut the bullshit. Stop being vague. Tell me what you’ve done to me.”

“Increased strength, resistance to damage, accelerated healing and regeneration. Your current capacities exceed that of your original form by at least twenty-fold. There are other benefits – machine interfaces through standard UBCS325079 ports, identify friend-or-foe target acquisition-“

“I never asked for this! What gave you the right to do this to me?”

[1/2]
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>>28972487

“Might makes right, nameless one, and we are the might. If you decline our offer, your body will pay for itself, and we will use it to fulfill our ends whether you like it or not. You will be trapped in your body for as long as we can use it, unable to resist our commands. We estimate that it will last for a minimum of 32,000 years, with regular maintenance. A high-end calculation places its expiration date beyond 500,000 years.” Ever even in tone, never betraying emotion.

You have no choice. But then, perhaps this is the chance at redemption that you've been waiting for.

"... where do I sign?"

"A digital signature will suffice. Input your name in the window displayed."

A glowing box hovers in the air, right at your fingertips. You've never had a name before. Everyone in the gang just called you Kid.

What do you write?
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>>28972549
"Kid"

It's all the name we've got.
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>>28972574

You write “Kid” in the box, tracing it with your fingers. It’s all the name you’ve got. It’s the first thing you were given, and it’s all that’s left to you.

“There are 36,501,708,300 instances of the same name. We will make accommodations.”

You nod.

“The contract is sealed. You are now Kid, Safeguard level 1, in the service of the Governing Authority. We will have an agent deliver to you your first assignment once this is processed. It will take approximately 2 hours. Please wait warmly until you receive your assignment. Any actions taken in defiance of the Governing Authority will be noted.”

You open your eyes, and find yourself suspended in fluid. The room is dark, but well-kept. You drag yourself out of the pool and stand up, feeling strange.

[1/2]
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>>28972970

You look down at your body and find yourself clad in a black, leathery suit sewn with various pockets, plated all over with ceramic pads. Red tubes and wires encircling your collar, your arms, run down you all over. Your vision alights with lines and circles. Arcane symbols in rectangular boxes draw your attention to your gloved fist, outlining it in white. Gradually, you begin to understand. They detail the properties of your suit – its material, its resistance to damage, the tools embedded within its seams, its current status, no part of its functionality is a mystery to you. Experimentally, you touch your fingertips together. You feel it like a second skin, as much a part of your own body as the flesh and bone beneath. You flex your fingers, and find strength enough to crush stone and tear metal like paper.

More than you could have asked for, more than you deserved.

There’s plenty of time before you receive your first orders. What do you do in the meantime?

[1] Examine the suit. Take inventory. Experiment with it, get a feel for what it can do.
[2] Examine the room you’re in. See if you can find a map of some kind, get your bearings.
[3] Maybe there’s something else you can do. (write-in)
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>>28973008
[2] Examine the room you’re in. See if you can find a map of some kind, get your bearings.
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>>28973008
>[1] Examine the suit. Take inventory. Experiment with it, get a feel for what it can do.
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>>28973008
>[1] Examine the suit. Take inventory. Experiment with it, get a feel for what it can do.
Check if everything is in working order.

There is a spider in your hair Mars.
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>>28972970
>36,501,708,300 instances of the same name
>our name is now Xx_KiD_xX
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>>28972970
>Please wait warmly
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>>28973135
>>28973182
Going ahead with this.
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>>28973293

The symbols in your vision gradually stop flickering, resolving into something you can read. Type 2 composite plastic. No idea what that means, but it must be strong stuff. Type 5 ceramic backed by titanium alloy. Nano-muscle layer underneath to augment your already-incredible strength.

You thrust your arm forward, and like magic a gun appears in your hand. Model 5650 automatic pistol, fires tungsten shavings at hypersonic speeds. A simulation runs in the bottom of your field of view, showing you the effects of pulling the trigger. The wall in front of you explodes out, holes appearing faster than your augmented vision can keep up with.

You draw back your right arm, and the pistol vanishes.

“But this isn’t what they’re using me for, is it.”

You hold out your left arm, and feel your blood pool out of your body and assume the shape of a great cross. It is a little more elaborate than you remember – four hexagons stand in the center of it, slowly rotating. You focus deeply. A charge runs through your veins. A simulation plays.

It is underwhelming, to say the least. Your cross strikes against the wall and glances off. You need more practice, obviously.

You examine the rest of your suit. Various cables for connecting to machines and inputting commands. It’s as easy as thinking about it.

The courier arrives. Black hair, pale face, small frame draped in a long black coat. Nothing else is remarkable about her.

“Agent 45A-776-595. Kid. I don’t believe I’m mistaken.”

How do you respond?
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>>28973758
"Yes. You appear to have me at a disadvantage. Who are you?"
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>>28973758
>How do you respond?
Hit on her. Badly.
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>>28973758
"You aren't mistaken. I'm Kid, as you know I'm new at this job.

Who are you?

What's the job?"
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>>28973758
>How do you respond?
What's it to you?
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>>28973879

I'll second this.
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>>28973008
AW HELL YEAH PLAYFORD SUIT!
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>>28973879
>>28974033

“You aren’t mistaken. I’m Kid, and as you probably know, I’m kinda new at this. So who are you?”

“Agent 255-565-899. Level 4. Sanakan. I am your handler for this assignment.”

“What’s the assignment?”

She places a small, black plastic chip in the palm of your hand. It integrates with the material of your suit. It shows you a series of schematics, text documents, 3-D renders.

“You are to eliminate the Silicon Life known as Protocol Thunder.”

“Silicon life?’ Images suddenly flood your mind. Sentient robots, inimical to human life.

“This one, in particular, has presented himself as a significant threat. It recently destroyed a local human colony in the level just below us.”

“I see. What about you?”

“This is your first assignment, not mine. I am not to intervene unless absolutely necessary.”

You frown at this news.

“If your chances of survival fall below 25%, I will be permitted to assist you. Consider this a test of your capacities.”

“That’s awfully cold of you.”

Sanakan starts walking away.

“The City is a cold place, Kid. That's why we work to change it. Follow me. I will lead you to its location.”

She pauses for a second. “I do wish that you’d chosen a different name, though. Calling you this feels condescending.”

[1/2]
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>>28974347

The journey took hours. She walked ahead, you followed. Neither of you said a word as you descended. Every staircase was devoid of life, every nook and cranny hollow. Above you, the world ended in a cloud of haze.

"Sanakan."

"Yes, Kid?"

"Just how big is the City?"

"Not even the Governing Authority knows for certain. Our last reliable estimate dates back nearly 3,000 years, and placed the outer bounds at the orbit of the eighth planet.”

“Neptune? You can’t be serious, right? Now you have to be joking with me. There’s no way that’s possible.”

“The City is continually expanding. The Architects run wild, and we lack the necessary protocols to affect a fix. We’re here.”

You follow her down a ladder.

“This is your assignment. I will be waiting to intervene from here. Follow protocol. Query for peaceful surrender before engaging in combat.”

You enter a massive room filled with glowing vats. Caustic chemicals in the air are neutralized by your Safeguard physiology. A number of hooded figures seem to be busy at work.

What do you do?
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>>28974347
>>28974347
"How about Ki-De, then?"
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>>28974561
Get to a vantage point and observe the area. Take note of potential threats and environmental features that can be used as weapons or otherwise used to our advantage.
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>>28974561
>Follow protocol.
Protocol? What protocol?

>>28974621
Also this.

>>28974574
That doesn't even sound like a name, anon.
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>>28974621
Sounds like a good plan.
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>>28974837
>>28974768
>>28974621

You’re not entirely sure what she means by “follow protocol,” but it’s too late to ask her now. She’s stolen away out of sight – your vision can’t detect so much as a trace of her.

You’ll figure out a plan of approach first. You move to the rafters. Your eyes buzz with information – the vats contain a caustic, radioactive fluid of some sort, but the workers handle it without issue. If they can live with it, surely you can as well, and surely it won’t do much damage against Protocol Thunder if he appears.

The railings are weak. It would be simple enough for you to pull them out of the ground as an improvised weapon, if it were absolutely necessary. You hope it doesn’t come to that. The steel they’re made of is built to withstand human force, not Silicon Life force. Against Protocol Thunder, they might be completely ineffectual.

A huge beam hangs overhead. You think its weight might be enough to crush Protocol Thunder if you could keep him under it.

There is what looks like a control room at the far end. It’s housed in glass. A man is inside, overseeing the workers.

Protocol Thunder is nowhere in sight.

What do you do?
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>>28975016
Interesting. Do we know what Protocol Thunder looks like? Do we have any other information on him other than that he needs to die?

Try to stay unobserved, head towards the control room, keep our eyes open and pay attention to our surroundings.
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>>28975016
Is the door we entered through the only exit?
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>>28975016

Are these workers suited up in protective gear?
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>>28975102
You reference your data on Protocol Thunder. He should be instantly recognizable, a hulking, tentacled brute of a machine.

>>28975171
You check for exits: plenty of open windows on either side of the room, leading to other sections of the city. Your cross-reference your map - it's near useless. It references the floor above. You swear under your breath. Governing Authority gave you bad intel.

>>28975192
You take a closer look at the workers. Their hoods are no more than synthetic fiber - nothing that can stand up to the fluid they handle. You notice that their suits are universally ragged and worn-out. Some even have holes in them. One of the workers slips, dipping his arm into a vat. He curses and flings the glove back in, the fiber of his suit melting away, his skin boiling. He starts screaming soon.

"Third time this week," you hear from below. "Maybe he'll learn once his arm finally burns off.

Maybe you should reevaluate your opinion of the vats as an improvised weapon.
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>>28975355
Forgot image.
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>>28975355

Hm. Maybe we should ask the workers or the foreman if they've seen Protocol Thunder?
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>>28975444
That sound too easy to work.
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>>28975507
Sometimes simple is best, and if these people are human, they've got no reason not to give up information on something that attacks and kills humans.
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>>28975355
"You should probably do something other than sit there all day." Sanakan's voice in your ear.

"I know, I know. I'm just casing the joint."

She's undeniably right. What do you do?
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>>28975677
Ask her what she meant about following protocol earlier, then hop down and ask the workers about Protocol Thunder. Go up and talk to the foreman if the workers haven't got anything.
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>>28975736

“By the way, what did you mean about following protocol earlier?”

“When engaging target, present yourself as an agent of the Governing Authority and demand unconditional surrender. Allow target fifteen seconds to respond before engaging in combat. If target responds with hostility or gives no response after 15 seconds, you permitted in the use of lethal force.

“My assignment is eliminating Protocol Thunder, right? As in, kill him?”

“That is correct.”

“Then why am I asking for surrender?”

“Protocol must be followed. The Governing Authority demands it.”

Red tape even in the far future. You sigh.

You drop down from the rafters and walk towards the workers. The noise is such that they don’t notice until you’re right behind them.

“Excuse me?”

One of them turns to you. “Safeguard. To what do we owe the delight of this visit?” His voice is thick with scorn.

From a wannabe gangster into a future cop. It was almost funny to you.

“I just want to know if you’ve seen the Silicon Life known as Protocol Thunder.” You display the image for him, a hologram in your outstretched palm.

The man takes off his mask and hawks a loogie between your feet. “I work here dredging waste, keeping the reactors free of debris so the whole operation runs smoothly. I do this for 20 hours a day. I haven’t seen jack-shit. Now, seeing as I’m not being taken in or arrested, I’m getting back to work.”

That went smoothly. You receive similar responses from the other workers, though none quite as biting as the first.

You head up to the foreman’s room.
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>>28975677
>>28976022
Trip dropped somehow.
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>>28976068

“Excuse me. Agent 45A-776-595, Kid, Safeguard of the Governing Authority. I’d like to ask if you’ve seen or heard anything about Protocol Thunder recently.”

“Protocol Thunder?”

The foreman turns to you slowly.

“Yeah… yeah, yeah, yeah. I’ve heard of him. I know him juuuuust fine.”

Monk’s robes. An electric guitar on his back. It’s impossible.

“Oh… well, well. I remember you. Cost me a month’s pay, ya did. I’m surprised to see that you’re still alive.

He reaches out to you, and his arm explodes into a mass of writhing steel.

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Roll 1d100’s. The cumulative of the first 3 rolls will build the CHARGE METER.
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Rolled 64

>>28976144
Well, fuck that guy.
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Rolled 71

>>28976144
Oh for fuck's sake
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Rolled 48

>>28976144
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Rolled 40

>>28976144
"surrender" then count to 15 very fast
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>>28976216
We don't have to wait 15 seconds if they attack.
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>>28976175
>>28976197
>>28976198

CHARGE METER: 183

You duck under the tentacle as it passes by, your cross forming of its own volition. It stabs upwards, but bounces right off.

“You know, it’s a real fuckin’ shame that my Worm Eater went and died before I did, but that’s just fine! Ain’t like you Deadman can do a thing against me! The Super Monk Reborn, PROTOCOL THUNDER!”

You weave backwards out of the room, ducking and rolling every inch of the way. The bastard is as loudmouthed as ever, and even more psychotic. You briefly wonder how that’s possible.

“STAND UP AND LEMME SING TO YOU A PRAYER!” His guitar opens up into a long rifle. You know what’s coming.

“But… if I’m gonna pray for you, first you need to be dead, right?”

He grins madly.

You can’t get in close, but the overseer’s room gives him an unbeatable vantage point – he can hit you almost no matter where you go.

What do you do?

[50 CHARGE] Get out of the building. Distract him with your gun and flee through one of the windows.
[100 CHARGE] Strengthen your Cross as much as you can, and use it as a shield. Try and take him out with your gun after he fires, and pray you hit something important.
[150 CHARGE] Rush in with your Cross held up. Get in close, and blast him apart with your gun.
[??? CHARGE] (write-in)
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>>28976388
>[150 CHARGE] Rush in with your Cross held up. Get in close, and blast him apart with your gun.
there is no way this good go wrong and not end gloriously
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Rolled 72

>>28976388
>[50 CHARGE] Get out of the building. Distract him with your gun and flee through one of the windows

Gotta get him out to the acid pits.
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>>28976388
[50 CHARGE] Get out of the building. Distract him with your gun and flee through one of the windows.

Once we get him into the rooms with the Acid pits we can dunk him in one of them.
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>>28976420
>>28976432
Going ahead with this.
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>>28976604
CHARGE METER: 133

You need to get out of his line of sight. You instinctively make for the windows, reaching your arm out and snapping off a couple bursts. Workers flee out of your way, right into the waiting arms of Protocol Thunder.

Two huge steel tentacles wrap around his main body, protecting him from your shots.

“You think that pea-shooter’s gonna do JACK-SHIT to ME? THE SUPER MONK REBORN!?”

He’s playing right into your hands. He can’t see you like that. You fire another few bursts and blow out windows on either side of the building, then dive through the closest one.

“What do you think you’re doing, Deadman? WHERE THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE GOING!?”

You can hear him coming out of the foreman’s room. A severed head flies over you.

“YOU THINK YOU CAN HIDE FROM ME!?”

What do you do?

[50 CHARGE] Start shooting at him through the walls, while he can’t tell where you are.
[100 CHARGE] You think you’ve figured out how to hurt him with your Cross. Build it smaller, compress it to be denser, and launch it faster. Skewer him through the wall.
[??? CHARGE] (write-in)
[BUILD MORE CHARGE]
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>>28976735
>[100 CHARGE] You think you’ve figured out how to hurt him with your Cross. Build it smaller, compress it to be denser, and launch it faster. Skewer him through the wall.
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>>28976735
>[100 CHARGE] You think you’ve figured out how to hurt him with your Cross. Build it smaller, compress it to be denser, and launch it faster. Skewer him through the wall.
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>>28976735
[BUILD MORE CHARGE]

Build up a pile of charge and move behind one of the vats. He'll charge at us, we use all that extra charge to throw the biggest motherfucking cross we can while he's coming at us and sink him into the acid.
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>>28976735
Helluva way to fire someone. Jeez.

>>28976824
I'll second this.
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Tiebreaker in 5 minutes.
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Thirding 100 charge high density cross
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>>28976735
Second this. Use the environment.
>>28976824
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>>28976935
Going ahead with high density cross.

>>28976964
First to 3 wins. Sorry, anon.
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>>28976996

You feel it crackling in your body like lightning. You let it loose.

Your Cross coalesces in an instant, then compresses, compresses, compresses down to the thickness of a needle. Your IFF targeting system finally activates – you see the crazed robot through the wall as if the wall wasn’t there.

This brings back a memory of your first encounter, back in the tunnels.

The cross hovers in place. You slam its head with all of your inhuman strength. The wall explodes away from you. It launches like a rocket. The air itself burns behind it. It pierces straight through Protocol Thunder.

“G… God DAMN, THAT HURTS! Oh, you SHITFUCK! You CUNTWIPE, I’M GOING TO MOP THE FLOOR WITH YOUR DEADMAN BRAINS!”

He’s still alive, and you just lost your concealment.

“WHERE ARE YOU!? WHERE ARE YOU!?”

But it looks like he still can’t see you. You must have gotten lucky and taken out his visual circuits.

[INSUFFICIENT CHARGE. BUILD MORE CHARGE.]
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Rolled 44

>>28977123
Buildan charge
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>>28977123
Build Charge, and try not to make any noise. Let him thrash around.
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>>28977189
Roll a d100, anon!
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Rolled 4

>>28977197
>>28977189
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Rolled 85

>>28977123
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>>28977123
Buildin' charge
>>28977208
Fuck anon, get it together
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>>28977225
>Fuck anon, get it together
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Rolled 87

>>28977225
forgot to roll
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>>28977139
>>28977208
>>28977217

CHARGE METER: 166

You spend your time focusing, finding that power in your blood, sizzling like a live wire. Protocol Thunder’s still thrashing. It’s all you can do to not lose your cool and duck every time a tentacle comes close, but you need to focus and build that strength.

“I’LL KILL YOU, I’LL FUCKING FUCK YOU UP, YOU FUCK!”

You’re getting thoroughly sick of this bastard.

[50 CHARGE] Shoot at him, get his attention. Lure him closer to one of the acid vats. Let him fall in on his own, save your strength.
[100 CHARGE] Launch another dense Cross at him. Take your time, aim carefully. Your IFF located a vital point that should bring him down.
[150 CHARGE] Make this bastard suffer. Hook a Cross at the hole you made in him, then drag him down into one of the acid vats. Let the sludge melt him from the inside out.
[??? CHARGE] (write-in)
[BUILD MORE CHARGE]
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>>28977370
[150 CHARGE] Make this bastard suffer. Hook a Cross at the hole you made in him, then drag him down into one of the acid vats. Let the sludge melt him from the inside out.

This seems more certain than the vital point.
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Rolled 13

>>28977370
>[50 CHARGE] Shoot at him, get his attention. Lure him closer to one of the acid vats. Let him fall in on his own, save your strength.
You never know what'll happen next, might as well try to conserve charge.
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>>28977370

>[150 CHARGE] Make this bastard suffer. Hook a Cross at the hole you made in him, then drag him down into one of the acid vats. Let the sludge melt him from the inside out.
but hold him above it and tell him to surrender then when he attacks, drop him
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>>28977370
>[150 CHARGE] Make this bastard suffer. Hook a Cross at the hole you made in him, then drag him down into one of the acid vats. Let the sludge melt him from the inside out.
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>>28977387
>>28977421
>>28977430

Going with this.
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>>28977387
>>28977421
I'll third, and I like the surrender part for the second one
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>>28977442

“I’m right here,” you announce.

You fire off another Cross at him. It lands square in the hole you made earlier. You lift him up, and retract the cross back towards you. He struggles all the way, as if he doesn’t realize he’s about to die.

“Agent 45A-776-595, Kid, Safeguard of the Governing Authority. I demand your unconditional su-“
“ROT IN HELL, DEADMAN! I’LL FUCKIN’ KILL YOU, FUCKIN’ KILL YOU, FUCKIN-“

You drop him unceremoniously down into the vat. The tentacles thrash, flinging radioactive sludge around the room. After a few seconds, they slow down, and then they stop moving altogether.

“Sanakan, you there?”

“Always. Not terrible for your first assignment.”

“Those workers are all dead because of me.”

“They didn’t like you much, anyway, and accidents happen.”

You grit your teeth.

“How can you just say that? Just write them off like that?”

Sanakan doesn’t say anything for some time.

“I’ve lived a long time, Kid. A long, long time. Eventually, it stops getting to you. Eventually, you stop feeling at all.”

She appears at your shoulder.

“Come. We have another assignment.”

You glare at her. “I won’t turn out like you. I’ll remember this. All of it.”

She smiles. It’s almost beautiful to see. “No. You won’t.” She walks away.

“Don’t stand around for too long. We have another assignment to complete.”

ASSIGNMENT COMPLETE.
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Rolled 62

>>28977651
That was great, you done for tonight or are we still going?
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>>28977651

BRANCH OF SIN UPGRADE: TIER 1 AVAILABLE. SELECT 1.

- IMPROVED CARDINAL CROSS: The dense Cross becomes your default Cross.
- DOUBLE CARDINAL CROSS: You will be able to form two Crosses instead of one by default.
- CROSS BLADE: Your Cross imitates a sword, gaining two sharpened blades.
- GATLING CROSS: You can fire off smaller versions of your Cross extremely quickly at 100 CHARGE or higher.
- IMPROVED CHARGE: You will be able to move a little while building CHARGE.

SAFEGUARD UPGRADE: UNAVAILABLE
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>>28977777
>- IMPROVED CARDINAL CROSS: The dense Cross becomes your default Cross.

Thinking charge or the close combat cross next.
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>>28977777
I'm liking the IMPROVED CARDINAL CROSS
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>>28977681
As soon as as we pick an upgrade, I'll wrap this up for the night. Thanks for playing, anon!

And of course, I'll be here for a little while longer to hear comments and answer any questions!
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>>28977806
>>28977812

If there's no objections, we'll go on ahead with the IMPROVED CARDINAL CROSS. I'll go ahead and add put it on the pastebin as unlocked.

Anything you guys want to see for the next thread?
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>>28977956
Small vacuums of space?
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Rolled 79

>>28977956
RULES OF NATURE
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>>28977974
Small vacuums of space? I'm sure I can finagle that in somehow!

>>28977976
YES.
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>>28978007
How about giving us a better idea of how we can use our powers
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>>28977956

Do we have to do something to know all the intricacies of the systems in our body, or do we get to know those off the bat?
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>>28978007
>I'm sure I can finagle that in somehow!
Haha, yes! Can't wait.
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>>28978030
That was actually what I was thinking about. I was going to devote the next thread towards seeing what Kid can do with all his tricks, and really getting a feel for him.

>>28978058
You get to know everything your body can do right off the bat. Upgrades to your body, however, are locked by the Governing Authority. Ultimately, they get to decide what you're capable of as a Safeguard. Your Branch of Sin, however, is another story, and we'll expand on that in the next thread.
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>>28978007
Can we ride our cross like a surfboard?
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>>28978087

I know that we've got a targeting system and durability+enhanced muscles right now. What else do we have?
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>>28978088
Not yet. :D

>>28978104
You have a targeting system that doubles as IFF, enhanced durability and strength which we'll test out full in the coming thread, machine interfaces for a majority of devices within the City, an uplink module that lets other Safeguards and the Governing Authority communicate with you and vice-versa, and a predictive modeling module for combat. The modeling module is not very reliable.
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>>28978169
Since normal Safeguard operate independently from the Governing Agency, are we a splinter group the Agency has created in order to have agents that can do something in realspace?
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>>28978257
That will be expanded upon in a later thread.
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>>28978278
All right, cool. That's all I got for now, looking forward to next thread.
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>>28978318
Same
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>>28978318
Oh! Speaking of which, I haven't given out a time for it yet. The next thread will be at 20:00 server time on Sunday.
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Great thread! Didn't think anyone in /tg/ knew about Nihei.
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Thanks for the session, MARS.

I'm gonna kinda miss that monk.
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>>28978433
>implying he's dead
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>>28978433
I will, too. And thanks for coming!
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>>28978459
Someone should archive this, I would, but I'm not sure how to.
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>>28978610
Done


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