>>33359105
>> Get up and do the morning routine
>Call Clara and Naval Merchant

Time to finish this once and forall

>>33359105
>> Call Someone (Specify)
Kitten come help me not be lazy

>>33359105
> Get up and do the morning routine
> Call Someone (Calra and Lisa)

To finish loyalty quest.

and to get more money, she said today is the day the presentation will be done

>>33359105
> Check yo mail

>>33359105
>Get up and do the morning routine
> Call Someone (Clara and Lisa and Naval Merchants)

>>33359105
>Rest a little longer

>>33359105
This:
>>33359146
>> Call Someone (Specify)
>Kitten come help me not be lazy

> Get up and do the morning routine
> Call Someone (Clara)

Gah, balls to it. You roll over and fall onto the cold hard floor. Jesus. Fucking Winter making your damn floors cold. Why, you oughta just do this and that and fuck it. Whatever, you’re too tired to come up with snarky narration. You stand up and head onto the shower, a good shower oughta to wake you up.

“This is Clara Savage speaking!”

“Hey, Clara. Just calling to know if you wanted to do anything today?”

“AHA! SO YOU ADMIT YOU-“

“I ain’t admitting nothing. I just want to relax today, you know and I figure I might get to know you a bit better.”

“O-Oh… well- THAT’S FINE! You-… are you showering?”

You hold your phone to your ear as you stand in the shower, the hot water flowing over your naked body. “Maybe. Do you want to do something or not?”

“Hm… well. KGB is holding some race events today. I CAN TOTALLY CRUSH YOU YOU FUCKING BITCH.”

> “That’s nice.”
> “you’re a fatso treading on thin ice fucking bitch.”
> “Eh, on second thought, carry on.”
> Write in

>>33359105
> Rest a little while longer
> Call Someone (Francine Pierce and Kitten)
Seems to me like Gertrude caught a flu again.
And Franny's a doctor. Well, close enough anyway.

>>33359401
> Sure sounds fun.

>>33359401
>> “Bring it on."
>Also Bring Naval Merchants

>>33359401
>“you’re a fatso treading on thin ice fucking bitch.”
You wanna go? Let's fucking go! You'll have to admit defeat eventually!

>>33359401
KGB?

Are we in Russia or something?

> “That’s nice. Good for you”

>Bring Naval Merchants

>that's nice
> “you’re a fatso treading on thin ice fucking bitch.”

>>33359474
That be Orly's school. Also did Trude not only leave her room door open but her shower door open as well? Some lucky girl's gonna get an eyeful.

>>33359401
>Alright, bring it on!
Can we finish this thing once and for all?

>>33359401
> “That’s nice.”
"I'll see you there."

>>33359401
> “That’s nice.”
> Bring Naval Merchants
Because no matter how generic they are, they still stand out more than faceless, only-ever-in-the-background cheerleader lackey #6.

Strangely enough, one cheerleader lackey might've actually gotten some recognition had Gertrude properly apologized for whacking her face.

> “That’s nice.”
> Write in

“Pffft. Bring it on,” you say.

“ALRIGHTY!” says Clara. “I’ve already got a list of things for us to do-“

“Wait, you have a list?”

“Of course! I’ve compiled a series of challenges in which I am sure to prove superior to you in every way possible! So suck on that you flatchested bitch!”

Your eye twitches. “B’s aren’t flat.”

“Yeah, keep telling yourself that, I’ll just be enjoying my 44Es! AHAHAHAHAHA! Bye.”

Bitch. Fucking. FUCKING. FUCK. You press down on your chest, blushing a little. These breasts are perfectly scaled. At least they don’t hurt your fucking back, goddamn it, fucking fuck fuck. They don’t get in the way of nothing, they’re just sacks of meat hanging from your body at least until you have kids and have to nurse shit.

Fucking titty monster bitch.

You sigh as you finish your shower. You walk out already in a towel, wet hair, and only your panties as you walk to your closet and decide on what to wear.

The door flies open as Clara rolls in like an action hero. “I’M HERE! COME AT ME!”

> “I’m changing here!”
> “Oh, hi, Clara.”
> COME AT HER
> Other

>>33359681
>> “Oh, hi, Clara.”

>>33359681
> COME AT HER

>>33359681
>COME AT HER
Do we seriously need to prove our wrestling superiority again? Because we totally will.

>>33359681
>> COME AT HER
Destroy the titty monster.

>>33359681
>> COME AT HER
trude cares not about here state of dress

>>33359681
> "Oh, hi, Clara."
Atleast let Trude put some clothes on.

>>33359681
>> “Oh, hi, Clara.”

The /u/-boats are out in force.

>>33359681
>> “Oh, hi, Clara.”
>>33359774
Their always out in force

>>33359774
Nah, I just think it'll be funny.

>>33359681
>“Oh, hi, Clara.”
Do we really want to be caught wrestling with Clara in the middle of winter when we're barely dressed?

>>33359681
>COME AT HER
No retreat, no surrender! CHARGE!

>>33359810
... Is this a rhetorical question?

>>33359681
> COME AT HER
I expect Clara is regarded rather confusingly by the Trude fanclub, on the one hand she is a rival, on the other hand, she gets Trude into these delicious situations.

>>33359681
> COME AT HER
> “I’m changing here!”

>>33359810
If that's what it takes to assert dominance, then yes, yes we do.

>>33359821
It's kind of stupid to be honest.

We're going to catch a cold again and not get shit done

>>33359852
I dunno, that could lead into "You are Bernadette Fairless".

>>33359681
>“Oh, hi, Mark.”

Thinking on it, I wonder if Clara rushed over because we were in the shower.

> “Oh, hi, Clara.”
> COME AT HER

You nod at her. “Hey, Clara.”

She stands, dusting off her Cheerleader uniform. “Well, well, well, it looks I caught the mighty Gertrude Pool with her pants-“ She’s interrupted by you throwing her towel in her face. Before she can do anything else, you grab her and pull her into a vicious chokehold.

“YOU DON’T COME INTO SOMEONE ELSE’S HOME WITHOUT PERMISSION!” you yell.

Clara reaches out, grabbing onto your arms and kicking away as she struggles to break free. She barely says, “… flatty-“

“SHUT UP!” You hurl her onto your bed.

Clara recovers, lying back and throwing her long blonde locks back. “Well! I can see you’re awake! How about you hurry and get dressed! You’re going to catch a cold!”

“How about you learn how to wrestle first before you come at me. You little punkass bitch.” You walk over to the closet and pull on a bra. Maybe it would be a good idea to get a bra from Anna. It might bump you from B to C like it did for Kitten. That’ll be fun.

[1/2]

>>33359982
[2/2]

“Well, well,” says Clara. “I tell you what.” She zips down her uniform to show a very ample amount of cleavage, then reaches in and pulls out a paper list. “Let’s see… we have races today. Then we have archery, gun shooting, extreme volleyball-“

“Extreme volleyball?”

“That’s the one where the volleyball is a water balloon filled with piss. My idea.”

“How about no.”

“Okay. Cross that off.” She snaps her finger, and a Cheerleader slides in and crosses it off. “We also have the Duel of the Fates.”

“The hell is the Duel of the Fates?”

“My idea!” says Clara. “We got to beat each over the head with foam clubs over a pit of sharks!”

…

“Don’t worry, they’re Nurse sharks, Abigail has assured me they’re harmless.”

You sigh, rolling your eyes. Fun as Clara is, she has weird of ideas of what constitutes “beating you”.

“So. Do you ready to get stomped, Gertrude Pool, or are you ready to get STOMPED?”

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>33360011
>> Boast

>>33360011
>> Boast
Bitch be crazy. I love her.

>>33360011
> Boast

>>33360011
> Boast


Duh

>>33360011
>Boast
And how many of these contests, to date, have you won? Oh right, none!

>>33360011
> Boast
I was going to post something about Trude and Clara not being gay for each other, then Trude went and threw Clara onto her bed. Dammit.

>>33360011
>Boast

>>33360011
>keeps things in her bra
Disgusting.

Sweaty money is the worst thing to get handed ever.

>>33360228
She only keeps Trude related things there.

> Boast

“Clara. I should remind you that in every challenge I have faced you so far, you have lost,” you say. “So, no. I’m not ready to get stomped. I’m ready to STOMP. Bitch.”

Clara stands, crossing her arms as she walks up and presses her tits against you, getting right up in your face. “That’s the spirit! Come on then, let’s get on the bounce.”

You, Clara, and her girls walk out of your dorm. Clara sticks her fingers in her mouth and whistles.

This signals for an M3 Halftrack to come rolling down the street and brake hard. It is painted blue and has a white fleur-de-lis on the engine hood. Clara must use this as her own personal transport, in lieu of her assigned Panther. Figures. You all hop in and drive down to the races.

Clara yells, “First thing is the Races! The Tank Races to be precise!”

You arrive there. A field has been converted into a little racetrack where girls of both KGB and LGA assemble to watch small tanks like the Panzer I, the CV-33 and CV-35, and BT-7 race around in laps. You all hop out and walk on down. “Dales, is that you?” you say.

Dales and her girls turn around, popcorn and little flags for LGA in hand. “Hey, Gertrude. We just came to see the races. What are you here for?”

> “Teaching a girl a lesson.”
> “I’m going to race.”
> “You came to see the races? That’s the most non-generic thing since the baseball thing.”
> Write in

>>33360349
>> “Teaching a girl a lesson.”
>> “I’m going to race.”
>> “You came to see the races? That’s the most non-generic thing since the baseball thing.”

Spank a bitch.

>>33360349
>“You came to see the races? That’s the most non-generic thing since the baseball thing.”

>>33360349
>“Teaching a girl a lesson.”
>“I’m going to race.”
>“You came to see the races? That’s the most non-generic thing since the baseball thing.”
Why not everything?

>>33360349
> “You came to see the races? That’s the most non-generic thing since the baseball thing.”
> Write in
Buy time and wrack your brain for ways to even participate here, despite being a bad driver for God knows how long.

>>33360349
>> “Teaching a girl a lesson.”
>> “I’m going to race.”
>Ask them to join us.

This is a chance to help them.

MAKE THEM JOIN US!

>>33360349
> “Teaching a girl a lesson.”
> "I'm gonna spank Clara so hard that she'll beg for more. Her ass is mine. She is gonna get creamed. "
> Awkward pause.
> “You came to see the races? That’s the most non-generic thing since the baseball thing.”

I'm trying my best to not do so, but everything Clara does is just so so so gay.

>>33360349
>> “Teaching a girl a lesson.”
>> “I’m going to race.”

Missed yesterday, but happy 100th, German. It's been a hell of a ride!

Also, reminder for everyone. We still have divine chance or whatever it's called, so we've got this shit in the bag.

And for the choice
>Everything

>>33360566
I don't think that will be an instant win button, probably just a counter to Oorai's plot armor.

>>33360622
Then, with plot armor gone, we've got our good old fashioned skill and CP combo.

I think we have this in the bag. Semi-finals was absolutely tense, but I feel good for this.

>>33360657
Not really, we knocked out half their tanks in mobilty and guns.

My only regret was tank taking out their radio tanks in the beginnning but we had the advantage throughout the entire match

> “Teaching a girl a lesson.”
> “I’m going to race.”
> “You came to see the races? That’s the most non-generic thing since the baseball thing.”

You smile, crossing your arms. “Teaching a girl a lesson. I’m going out here to race.” You point at Dales. “Though, I’m surprised you’re out here at all. This is pretty decidedly… not boring of you.”

Dales shrugs. “We just saw it and were wondering what was up.”

You say, “Actually, I don’t remember ever hearing your crew speak.”

“Hey!” says Waltraud Sittman. “We can talk! And we’re not boring! We’re all unique in some way!”

“How?” you ask.

Waltraud pauses, deep in thought. “Um… Well, I like baseball!”

“So does every redblooded American.”

“Phooey!” Waltraud kicks the ground, a bit pissed.

“Sorry,” you say. “You know, you’re free to join me if you’d like.”

“Eh…” Dales scratches her chin. “I suppose.”

You nod, then you sniff the air. Is that scent of pure Russian ladyship you detect? You look over to see Oryola Kuznetsov walking over, smiling, dirty as ever. “Well, kotyonok! It is good to see you again! Have you come to race?”

You nod. “A girl here says she can beat me.”

Clara says, “I certainly can! I mean, has anyone ever seen you drive before?”

“Hey!” You point at her, angrily. “I can drive!” You look over at Oryola. “Get me a tank!”

Oryola smirks, crossing her powerful arms. “Da! We have five available! Which will you take?”

> Panzer I Ausf. A
> BT-7
> CV-33
> M18 Hellcat
> Mark VIII Cromwell VII
> Choose a tank from your own roster.

>>33360696
>M18 Hellcat

>>33360696
>> CV-33

I rather not have Trude mess up one of our tanks

>>33360696
>M18 Hellcat
Gotta go fast!

>>33360696
> BT-7

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>>33360696
> CV-33
If Trudy can't drive straight forward, do it in reverse.

>>33360696
> Whichever one would be the most hilarious for Trude to wreck.
Because Trude can't actually drive. Then she runs over Fairless's car and Fairless emulates Pooldad.

>>33360696
>> CV-33

>>33360696
>> M18 Hellcat

>>33360696
>M18 Hellcat
We need speed!

>>33360696
>M18

The fastest.

> M18 Hellcat

Unlike the M18 Hellcat (S), this is actually a production model M18 Hellcat which has the open top turret. In fact, you’re quite sure this thing probably saw combat or something. You grab a helmet and a safety vest and walk over.

“Ah, da,” says Oryola as you, her, the Merchant kids, and the Cheerleaders walk with you. “Hellcat is fast tank. Accelerates well. It is not good turner though.”

You nod. “That’s fine. I’ll make up for it on the straights.”

Oryola nods. “Here is how track is laid out. It is like circle, with one hairpin turn, and a straight away towards finish and start line. Not like just straight NASCAR you are used to, kotyonok. Are you sure you know how drive?”

“Of course!” You put your helmet on along with the goggles. “How hard can it be?”

“Well, I advise bringing along navigator. Help you with turns and such,” says Oryola. “Anyone you want to bring along?”

> Oryola
> One of the Naval Studies Merchant Kids (Which?)
> I don’t need help fuck all y’all.
> Write in

>>33361013
>> I don’t need help fuck all y’all.

>>33361013
>One of the Naval Studies Merchant Kids
Dales! With me!

>>33361013
Trudy don't need help.
>Point out that titty monsters extra flab will slow her down.

>>33361013
> One of the Naval Studies Merchant Kids (Wilma because why not?)

>>33361013
> One of the Naval Studies Merchant Kids (The Driver)

The Loyalty quest

>>33361013
> Write in
Only if Clara's bringing someone with her too.

> One of the Naval Studies Merchant Kids (Waltraud Sittmann)
An actual tank driver.

Also...
> open top turret.
> It is not good turner
... gee, this is sure gonna turn out well for us!

>>33361013
>> One of the Naval Studies Merchant Kids (Waltraud Sittmann)

She is the driver of the sentinel

>>33361013
>Clara

>>33361013
>Waltraud Sittmann

An actual driver

>>33361013
> Write in
Already voted, but just to clarify.

>"Is this pure racing rules, or is it closer to... say... Mario Kart rules?"

>>33361013
>> Oryola

> Waltraud Sittmann

“Waltraud, how about you help me?” Waltraud answers with a loyal salute. Very good. Clara instead picks one of her many cheerleaders, Stella Roberts her driver to be precise. With that, Clara takes a Panzer I while you both hop in the Hellcat.

Waltraud takes the radio operator seat while you take the main driver’s seat. “Alright,” says Waltraud. “You know what to do, right?”

“I’ve seen Lisa do this plenty of times! You hit a button, the engine starts!” You hit the ignition, and the tank starts rumbling. Good, that means it’s on! Right.

…

There are a lot of levers here.

Waltraud tilts her head, goggles sitting on her forehead. “You know what to do, right?” she asks again, a bit more worriedly.

> “It’s not like you’re going to be set on fire.”
> “I do!”
> “Fuck no.”
> Write in

>>33361253
>“Fuck no.”

>>33361253
>Help Me.

>>33361253
> “Fuck no.”
It figures that the most exciting thing the Merchants are gonna participate in will also be the most traumatizing.

>>33361253
>> “Fuck no.”
> “It’s not like you’re going to be set on fire.”

>>33361253
> “Fuck no.”

>>33361298
That's what makes it interesting though

So, something tells me that after this a lot of the day will be spent with Trudy in the hospital, probably a few dozen other people as well.

>>33361253
> “Fuck no.”

>>33361364
Should've used the tankette to minimize collateral damage then.

>>33361386
I wanted it so incase we capsize and mess up, we can flip it back up

> “Fuck no.”

“Fuck no. Could you um…” you point to all the controls, cluelessly. “Can you teach me, really quickly? I mean, I hate to go all student driver on you, but Clara is really intent on beating me and I don’t want that to happen.”

Waltraud shrugs, then leans over. “Right, that one’s the clutch, those control the tracks, and that one is the brake. Now, from what I understand, the Hellcat accelerates pretty quickly, so do it gently.”

You nod, then grab the controls.

Gently.

…

…

After crashing into some of the tanks on the start up line along with knocking a few tents down and nearly running a few people over, you finally take your place on the start line. Waltraud looks a bit scared for her life, her eyes hidden behind her goggles and the shade of her helmet. “Doing alright?” you ask.

Waltraud asks, “You ever drive before?” You shake your head. “It shows.”

You turn out of the hatches and turn to the judge at the start line. It’s actually Ashley Ursula Lutz, your ITL liaison. “Right!” she says over her throat mic. “This is a basic Tank Race! Here are the rules!”

“Rule #1: No use of the tanks main armaments!”

“Rule #2: No cutting lines or shortcuts!”

“And that’s it!” yells Lutz happily. “Racers, on your marks!”

Clara’s Panzer I is next to you. She grins evilly at you, pointing her finger at you then bucking it up in a gun firing motion. Bitch.

“Get set!”

You bite your lip, tapping the controls.

“Go!”

> FULL SPEED
> Moderate
> Take it slow
> Write in

>>33361506
>> FULL SPEED

>>33361506
>Take it slow

Let's not kill anyone please

>>33361506
> FULL SPEED
PUNCH IT, WE DON'T LOSE TO CLARA

>>33361506
>Moderate
Does this thing have a fifty stuck on it? She didn't say anything about using secondary weapons.

>>33361553
The Panzer 1 is quick but not as much as the Hellcat and we need to turn as well, we can't do that full speed

>>33361506
>> Moderate
Let's not fuck this up

>>33361506
>> Moderate

>>33361506
>FULL SPEED
We need to build up a lead on the straightaway to make up for our piss-poor turning radius.

>>33361506
>> Moderate

We need to turn

>>33361506
> Moderate
Also, is this single lap or multiple laps?

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Uhh, so... if anyone read yesterday thread just before it get purged, I have said that i want to try remake Trude, Kitten, Fairless and Clara with Artificial Academy 2 chara maker.

The result is not... satisfying, for me at least. Still, i gonna share it anyway.

First up. Trude.

>>33361506
Moderate, once we get the hang of it go sanic levels of fast.

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>>33361670
Kitten

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>>33361721
Fairless

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>>33361736
And finally, Clara.

Drill anyone?

>>33361670
>>33361721
>>33361736
>>33361763
Their nice I guess, can't help but feel a little creeped out that their all naked

>>33361785
It's a porn game. What do you expect?

> Moderate

You pump the gas and the Hellcat starts forward at a paltry 40 miles an hour. All the other tankettes and fast tanks leave you in the dust. Clara waves goodbye as her Panzer I leaves you in the dust.

Fucking, slow and steady wins the race. Tortoise and the Hare. SAVE US, DARJEELING.

Oh shit, a turn. You brake a bit to help ease it in. All you do is make the tank buckle and slam your heads into the hull. “AH FUCK!” yells Waltraud.

“Sorry!” you say. “This is actually the first time I’ve driven anything in a while!”

“WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY THAT EARLIER!?” yells Waltraud. “WE COULD DIE!”

“Well, it didn’t seem important.”

Your Hellcat barrels around the turn and ends up at the back of the pack. People cheer you on behind thick metal and concrete barriers. “JESUS CHRIST!” cries Waltraud.

With Clara in first place and you in last, you need to pick things up.

> SPEED THE FUCK UP
> SLOW THE FUCK DOWN
> STAY THE SAME FUCKING SPEED
> Write in

>>33361785
During character creation everyone is naked. Otherwise how do you can see if her nipple color is correct one, or her 'bush' is right amount?

>>33361809
>SPEED THE FUCK UP

>>33361809
>SPEED THE FUCK UP

>>33361809
>> STAY THE SAME FUCKING SPEED
Should have gone with tankettes here...
We are not ready for Hellkitty.

>>33361809
>> SPEED THE FUCK UP

>>33361809
>> SPEED THE FUCK UP

>>33361819
...You can't take the screenshot later on?

>>33361809
>SPEED THE FUCK UP
Now's our chance to catch up, let's not waste it!

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>>33361809
> SPEED THE FUCK UP

>>33361763
I don't know what's funnier, the fact that this was made in a porn game or the fact that that is surprisingly accurate as to how I imagine Clara.

>>33361809
>SPEED THE FUCK UP
If we're going to lose we're going to lose in style, not by being some little bitch that chickens out and doesn't go fast just because she can't drive.

>>33361809
>> SPEED THE FUCK UP

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>>33361670
>>33361721
>>33361736
>>33361763

>>33361763
Please upload the cards somewhere. I want them for reasons.

>>33362027
Disgusting.

>>33362027
Disgusting

> SPEED THE FUCK UP

You scream, “LET’S HIT THE GAS!”

Waltraud braces herself, shaking her head violently. “NO! LET’S NOT HIT THE GAS! GERTRUDE, NO!”

“GERTRUDE, YES!” FULL POWER.

Your Hellcat blasts off down the straight away. Other tanks and tankettes are shoved and blasted out of your way as you approach Clara’s Panzer I. HERE WE GO, HERE WE GO, HERE WE GO.

You ram into the back of her. The Panzer I responds by speeding up. But you’re in a Hellcat, that’s nothing and oh shit that’s a turn.

Neither of you are prepared and you both skid out of control. Clara’s Panzer I flips and rolls over onto its side, while you grind on the track and split a track from sheer speed and slam right into the concrete barrier.

…

Well. At least Clara isn’t going to win.

You and Waltraud pop out of the Hellcat to see the other tanks and tankettes roll by. Clara and Stella stand outside of their Panzer I, dumbfounded, no worse for wear. Clara looks at you and yells, “Nice job, genius! Now no one can win!”

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite
> Write in

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>>33361670
>>33361721
>>33361736
>>33361763
it's gotten rather lewd in here. I like it.
>>33361809
> SPEED THE FUCK UP

>>33362114
> Boast

>>33362114
> Boast
> Write in ("Says you!")
Run for the finish line!

>>33362114
>> Boast
Their will be, just not us!

>>33362114
>> Boast
Might as well.

>>33362070
>>33362097
For SCIENCE I tell you! SCIENCE!

>>33362114
> Neutral
Whoops.

>>33362152
Best possible response.

>>33362152
Yes. Do this. Do it right the fuck now. Ain't no rule against it!

>>33362114
> Polite
Sorry.
I hope we didn't mess up the tanks.

>>33362114
>>33362152

Do this

>>33362114
> “NO! LET’S NOT HIT THE GAS! GERTRUDE, NO!”
> implying the Trude Train has brakes.

>>33362140
Of coarse you would...

>>33362114
>>33362152
This

>>33362114

>>33362152
This. We can still beat her.

I wonder how the Gertrude fan club feels about her lack of driving skills.

>>33362114
>finish the race on foot

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>>33362167
(www).dropbox.com/sh/tthskwcd2llzn25/AAARWNQKN2jkkZCk_B1tQ1Qva
Well, whatever.

also
In-game screenshot for anyone who don't like lewd.

>>33362245
Horrible person status achieved.

>>33362114
>RUN
>RUN TO THE FINISH LINE
>YOU CAN STILL WIN WITHOUT A TANK

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>>33362228
...changing >>33362160

to this,

next batch

>>33362245
And now my terrible experiment with quest characters is slightly closer to completion!

>>33362282
> that ridiculous sideboob

fuckin' Japanese games, man.

>>33362114
Motherfucking foot race

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>>33362282
eh, frak spoilers then...

btw, article from Da Chieftain about that Fury movie.
(http://)worldoftanks.com/en/news/pc-browser/21/The_Chieftains_Hatch_Fury/

also, i won't play with LGA girls anyway. Just saying it can be quite handy to use AA2 for character visualization.

>>33362152
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CSav51fVlKU

> Boast

You smile. “Says you!” You kick your heels and start running for the finish line.

“What the-!” Clara runs after you, sprinting. “COME BACK HERE YOU LITTLE BRAT! I’LL KICK YOUR ASS!”

You and Clara run for the finish line. It’s a race for LAST now. You kick at the dirt and mud that has been trampled and run over by the tanks as you get closer and closer to the white line. People cheer you or Clara on as you close in, further and further.

“NOOOO!” Clara jumps and grabs onto you, causing you to fall to the ground and splatter yourself in mud. “I CHOSE THIS BECAUSE I KNEW YOU WERE BAD AT DRIVING DAMN IT, I’M NOT LOSING TO A FOOT RACE!” She tries to crawl over you, only for you to kick her off to the side.

“NEITHER AM I!” you scream at her. You crawl forward, reaching out for the finish line. Only a few inches.

Lutz, Oryola, and Dales look down at you as you and Clara desperately fight over each other for last. Dales says, “I think this is the most I’ve ever seen people get worked up over last place.”

> “You’re right. This is stupid.”
> “FUCK YOU I WIN”
> “GET WRECKED AAAAHHHHH”
> Write in

>>33362422
> “GET WRECKED AAAAHHHHH”

>>33362422
>> “FUCK YOU I WIN”
"I AM WIN SINCE YOU CLEARLY NOT!"

This situation is too adorable.

>>33362422
>“GET WRECKED AAAAHHHHH”
VICTORY OR DEATH!

>>33362422
> “GET WRECKED AAAAHHHHH”

>>33362422
>> “FUCK YOU I WIN”

>>33362422
>“FUCK YOU I WIN”

Focus on winning, damnit.

>>33362422
>> “FUCK YOU I WIN”
>> “GET WRECKED AAAAHHHHH”

>>33362422
> “FUCK YOU I WIN”
> “GET WRECKED AAAAHHHHH”

NO SURRENDER, NO RETREAT

>>33362422
> “GET WRECKED AAAAHHHHH”

NOT ONE STEP BACK

>>33362422
>inb4 both are disqualified anyway for abandoning their vehicle

> Write in
I already know how this is gonna go down.
So as an aside, Dales and the Merchants can go ahead and join Kitten in the Gertrude Intervention Club, to be called upon whenever Gertrude tries to do something rash that will somehow harm or backfire on her.

>>33362591
> implying disqualification matters as long as we get across that damn finish line before Clara

>>33362591
Why would we be DQ'd? There's no rule against abandoning your tank.

> “FUCK YOU I WIN”
> “GET WRECKED AAAAHHHHH”

“FUCK YOU, CLARA, I’M GOING TO WIN! GET WRECKED!” You scream incoherently as you drag yourself towards the finish line, Clara using all the weight of her breasts to keep you going. You both scream and cry as the unstoppable force meets the immovable object.

Finally however, you touch the finish line.

Lutz raises the microphone. “Gertrude Pool and Clara Savage, disqualified.” You both stop your fighting to look up at her. She smiles apologetically at you two. “Sorry girls. You did abandon your vehicles.”

“I thought you said there weren’t any other rules!”

Lutz says, “Those were the basic rules for Basic Tank Racing. There are safety rules as well.” She holds up a book which she quickly flips through. It is entitled “The Universal Rules of Driving like a Woman.” She sticks her tongue out as she reads. “… mhm. Yep. Says here, Do not Abandon Vehicle, grounds for disqualification!”

Well, that’s frustrating. “Still!” you say. “I won! I touched the finish line first!”

“You did not! You got disqualified!”

> Admit it, bitch. I won, kiss my ass.
> Fine, fine. What other challenges do you have for me?
> Good game, anyway.
> Write in

>>33362690
>> Fine, fine. What other challenges do you have for me?

Take your non-victory and non-loss like a champ.

>>33362690
>> Fine, fine. What other challenges do you have for me?
"but i still win this one by foot"

>>33362690
> Admit it, bitch. I didn't lose as bad as you, kiss my ass.
Fixed that for you.

>>33362690
> Write in ("And you followed along, got your ass DQ'd too! Totally part of my plan.")
> Good game, anyway.
> What other challenges do you have for me?

>>33362690
>Admit it, bitch. I won, kiss my ass.

>>33362690
>> Fine, fine. What other challenges do you have for me?
>> Good game, anyway.

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>>33361670
>>33361721
>>33361736
>>33361763
>that alias
Other than that, those are my new headcanon as to how they look like.

>>33362690
> Fine, fine. What other challenges do you have for me?

> Fine, fine. What other challenges do you have for me?

You sit up, hugging your legs and pulling your skirt up as you look at Clara skeptically. “Fine. What other ‘challenges’ do you have for me, your highness?”

Clara stands up, then snaps her fingers. “GIRLS!” Her Cheerleaders come in a whirling fury of spare clothes, washing rags, and spare make up. In barely no time at all, she’s sparkling clean in no time. She looks over at Oryola. “Would you like this treatment, Orly?”

Oryola says, “Nyet. Thank you. And my name is not being Orly.”

“Anyway!” A cheerleader hands Clara her list. “Let’s see… are you free for the rest of today?” You shrug. “Hm. Well, this race proves a few things.” Another cheerleader crosses a few items off the list. “Right. We can either do mud wrestling, or get on with the Duel of the Fates.” Your stomach growls a bit. Good, her’s does the same as well. “Or, we could do lunch. Which would you prefer?”

> Lunch
> Mud wrestling
> Duel of the Fates
> Write in

>>33362954
>Mud wrestling

Call the whole school to place bets and make mad profits.

>>33362954
> Lunch
Already did an eating challenge, so no need to pig out this time.

>>33362954
>> Lunch

>>33362954
> Lunch
A normal, non-competitive lunch.

>>33362954
> Mud wrestling
>Jump her right then and there. AAAAAAH!

We are already dirty anyway.

>>33362954
>Lunch
Can't wrestle on an empty stomach!

>>33362954
> Mud wrestling
Can't wrestle on a full stomach.

>>33362954
>> Mud wrestling
We cannot do this after the inevitable eating contest at lunch, there would be too much vomit.

>>33362954

>Mud Wrestling

At long last, the one thing Trudy has to do to make all of LGA go wild.
>>33363015

Mud wrestling on a full stomach is worse. Someone's going to empty all of the contents on the other.

>>33362954
>> Mud wrestling

>>33362954
>Lunch
We can totally get our staff to sell tickets to us mud wrestling while we eat.

>>33363148
Oh god this is brilliant.

>>33362954
>lunch
Make it a cooking contest. Get Lutz , Oryola and some other neutral party to judge

>>33362954
Lunch

> Lunch
> Mud wrestling

Your stomach grumbles. “Ugh. Much as I’d love to beat you into the ground, my stomach is killing me. Let’s get some lunch. THEN WE WRESTLE!”

“OKAY!” says Clara. “I’LL BE READY!”

…

…

You decide to get lunch first before mud wrestling. The Naval Studies Merchant kids set up a little arena of sorts for you as Clara and you eat. Clara mentally prepares herself, her Cheerleaders acting as support by either imitating you being thrown to the ground, or by cheering her own.

You eat a kebab that Oryola gave you for lunch. Oryola says, “Like it? I cook it myself!”

“You cooked this?” You nod, admirably. “Tastes good.”

“Da! Women cook, women drive tanks! That is nature!” says Oryola. “But this Clara girl. Does she hate you or something, what is… how you say… meat with you?”

You narrow your eyes. “You mean… beef?”

“Da, that is what I say.”

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite
> Write in

>>33363331
>> Neutral
"Sort of my self-proclaimed rival."

>>33363331
> Boast
I don't why we're boasting but that's how we do.

>>33363331
>Neutral

>>33363331
> Neutral
Tell the truth about the 'rivalry'. Remain blissfully ignorant of any other implications of such a thing.

>>33363331
... THAT'S IT! We make the Merchants into OUR cheerleader lackies!

>>33363331
> Neutral

She keeps things interesting.

>>33363331
>> Boast

>>33363331
> Neutral
No deep seated grudge, just some good old-fashioned rivalry.

>>33363331
>> Neutral
My wanna be rival?

> Neutral

You shrug. “She’s a rival, of sorts.”

“Is she?” Oryola tilts her head, smiling. “Well!” She slaps your BACK AGH, FUCK. “Udachi, kotyonok! Mud wrestling is fun sport, I participate in it a lot back home on Kursk!”

You nod. “How is it?”

“Dirty, just how I like it!” Oryola frowns a bit. “Or, as sister hates it. But, I am of opinion that there is nothing wrong with a healthy layer of Earth.” She smiles. “Go forth, kotyonok and slaughter her!”

You nod, smiling. “Thanks!”

With that, you finish off your lunch and head into the arena. You throw off your jacket and your blazer, standing stark in nothing but your shirt and your skirt. Chilly today, but you feel like things are going to heat up.

Clara rubs her hands together, evilly. “Well, well! Shall we begin!?” The crowd of very adoring freshmen is wild.

> “Come at me.”
> “Before we start, what the hell is up with you wanting to beat me?”
> Come at her
> Write in

>>33363616
>> “Come at me.”

>>33363616
>> “Come at me.”

>>33363616
> “Before we start, what the hell is up with you wanting to beat me?”

>>33363616
> “Before we start, what the hell is up with you wanting to beat me?”

>>33363616
> “Come at me.”

>>33363648
>>33363660
Then tackle her to the ground while she talks.

>>33363616
> “Before we start, what the hell is up with you wanting to beat me?”

Then HEADBUTT HER WHILE SHE'S IN MID-EXPLANATION!

>>33363616
>“Before we start, what the hell is up with you wanting to beat me?”
>Sucker Punch

>>33363616
>> “Come at me.”

>>33363616
>> “Come at me.”
Guys, don't be rude.

>>33363616
>> “Before we start, what the hell is up with you wanting to beat me?”
>>Bumrush her while she's talking

That'll teach her to be caught off-guard

>>33363752
>>33363616
This.

>>33363616
> “Before we start, what the hell is up with you wanting to beat me?”

>>33363616
>> “Before we start, what the hell is up with you wanting to beat me?”

>>33363677
>>33363715
>>33363726
>>33363752

Vetoing taking advantage of a rival's monologuing.

I understand using it on an unrepentant evil final boss, but that's just rude if you're gonna follow it up with a friendship speech later down the line anyway.

>>33363874
Supporting veto motion on taking advantages.

She is just rival, not final boss.

>>33363874
Supporting this. It's just a dick mood.

>>33363906
Supporting

> “Before we start, what the hell is up with you wanting to beat me?”

“Hm?” Clara tilts her head. “You want to know why I want to beat you! It’s simple really, You’re more popular than I am! And that means I have to take your place BY SHOWING YOU WHO”S BOSS!” You cut her off with a grab and slam down into the ground. The crowd cheers you on as you press your weight down on top of her, your hands on her wrists and your knee between her thighs.

She pushes you off, then grabs you from behind and sends you down to the mud with her. Mud, dirt, and water splatters all over you, gets into your hair. You should be cold, but you’re not. The heat of the moment is too much for you to take. You and her scream and cry as you take each other down to the ground, rolling around, pressing your breasts against each other, grinding your thighs against one another.

The freshmen happily take pictures and videos as you two struggle and writhe against each other, grinding your bodies trying to take each other down.

Finally however, Clara has your arm behind your back, pressing you down into the mud. She sits on your back, grinning. “SAY UNCLE!”

> “UNCLE!”
> “NEVER!”
> “YOU’RE HURTING ME!”
> Write in

>>33363874
Support, stay classy Trude

>>33363967
>> “NEVER!”

>>33363967
>> “NEVER!”
"G-g-girls!"

>>33363967

> “NEVER!”

>>33363967
> “NEVER!”
> Write in (Moan sexily in pain)

>>33363967
>> “NEVER!”
....see, cheater never prosper.

>>33363967
>“NEVER!”

>>33363967
>NEVER

Pain is weakness leaving the body! Buck your ass to get her off then twist to throw her off you.

>>33363874
>>33363906
>>33363925
>>33363931
>>33363973

Vetoes are stupid as hell. If you don't like something, vote for the alternative.

If you already voted, then you can't get more than your proportionate share anyway.

>>33363967
> “NEVER!”
I'm actually slightly disappointed by that reason. It's so... mundane.

>>33363967
>> “NEVER!”

>>33364056
No, what I don't like is misappropriating an already put in vote, then some dumb fuck adding in his stupid spin on the vote.

>>33364034
Surprise moaning is the only way to victory in mud wrestling. Let it be so.

>>33363967
>> “NEVER!”

>>33364101

The smart thing would be to take your already cast vote and then indicate that you don't want it to count towards the rider.

Just saying veto is shady as hell for obvious reasons.

>>33364104
..you'll give our audience heart attack.

>>33364104
>killing half the audience for the sake of winning

>>33364187
It's okay. They're only a little dead.

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>>33364187

>This too is senshadou

> “NEVER!”

“Hey… Clara… you really think popularity is about this?”

“What are you talking about?” says Clara. A cheerleader slides, in counting off when you’re about to be knocked out.

“Tell the truth! You’re jealous! Or maybe I did something to you in which case I don't know what you did!”

“YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WHAT YOU DID!”

“AAAAAHHH!” You push her off, right before the ten. Clara barely recovers before you jump on her and slam her down to the ground, placing her in a tight hold. You hold her arms back, and place your knee right on her crotch. Clara blushes, surprised and confused.

“Wh- I! HOW!?”

You smile at her. “Eh. I suppose I’m just better.”

The Cheerleader counts you down. Clara struggles and struggles, but finally, the ten goes down. You stand up and wave at the crowd as Clara lies back, defeated. You walk away, you need to get this mud off of you with a nice shower.

“Hold it!” says Clara. She sits up, reaching out to you. “We still haven’t done the Duel of the Fates!”

> No more challenges, Clara. It’s over.
> Fine. But this is the last one.
> Write in

>>33363967
>> “YOU’RE HURTING ME!”

I'd place even odds on her immediately backing off if we say this.

>>33364243
>> Fine. But this is the last one.

>place your knee right on her crotch. Clara blushes, surprised and confused.

Trudy. Trudy. Pls.

>>33364243
> Fine. But this is the last one.

We are going ALL THE WAY.

>>33364243

> Fine. But this is the last one.

>>33364243
>> Fine. But this is the last one.

>>33364243
>> Fine. But this is the last one.

>>33364243
> Fine. But this is the last one.
This just sounds cool as all hell to be honest. And she did go to great lengths to plan it. And we do need to wash up.

>>33364243
>Clara, that 'challenge' is the most stupid thing ever.

>>33364243
>> Fine. But this is the last one.
What did we do?

>>33364243
>> No more challenges, Clara. It’s over.

> Fine. But this is the last one.

You sigh, then cross your arms. “Will you stop with the lousy little challenges?”

She stands up, scooping some mud off her uniform. “You win here, I won’t ever bother you with it again!”

“Alright!” You nod, smiling. “Bring it on!”

…

…

Abigail Zwillman and her Delinquents have arrived, wheeling in a huge tank from Naval Studies Science where they store the Nurse Sharks. Abigail rides in on a pony and says, “Don’t take too long, they’re on loan and I don’t imagine the Science kids will be happy if any of them get hurt.”

You nod. You managed to get into a fresh uniform by then. “So, they’re harmless, right?”

“Pretty much!” says Abigail. “Just don’t go provoking them! They’re not Dolphins or anything!” With that, Abigail kicks her heels, spurring her pony along and walking away.

The Cheerleaders and crew set down a wooden plank, narrow enough for you to comfortably stand with heels together. You grab the foam club and the protective equipment and step up to the plate. By now, the small crowd of freshmen has turned into a large crowd of students from all over LGA, including the crews Team Bandwagon, Team Liberty, Bearcat, Steel, Pinprick, the Delinquents, and your own crew as well.

[1/2]

>>33364565
[2/2]

“Kick her ass, Gertrude!” Cathy and company wave flags of LGA for you.

You and Clara stand across each other, ready.

Funny story, this reminds you of the time when you had to beat back ten bullies in the forest. All you did was lead them to a gully where you could comfortably take them down and render their numbers useless. This is quite similar to that incident.

And this is why Clara, regardless of what she does, is going to lose.

Clara looks at you, smiling. “This…” She holds up her club. “This is for my PENCIL!”

…

“What?” The crowd is silent for a second.

Clara points at you. “When we were Freshmen, Gertrude! You borrowed a pencil from me that first day of school! AND YOU NEVER GAVE IT BACK!”

Huh. Why didn’t you give it back?

> You never gave it back because you lost it.
> You never gave it back because the kid next to you ate it.
> You never gave it back because you forgot you borrowed it.
> You tried giving it back, but you never caught her name and she didn’t look too different from everyone else.
> Write in

>>33364565
> “You win here, I won’t ever bother you with it again!”
So what she's saying here is that we should lose?

>>33364591
>> You tried giving it back, but you never caught her name and she didn’t look too different from everyone else.

>>33364591
>You never gave it back because you forgot you borrowed it.
"All this for a pencil? Seriously? I'll buy you a new one! A new BOX even!"

>>33364591
> You never gave it back because it was hers.

>>33364591
>You tried giving it back, but you never caught her name and she didn’t look too different from everyone else.

>>33364591
>I gave it back to you but you lost it.

>>33364591
>> You tried giving it back, but you never caught her name and she didn’t look too different from everyone else.

>>33364591
> Bitch that was MY fuckin' pencil, you were the one who borrowed it!

>>33364591
> You never gave it back because the kid next to you ate it.

> You never gave it back because the kid next to you ate it.


THIS THIS THIS

>>33364591
> You tried giving it back, but you never caught her name and she didn’t look too different from everyone else.
> "You must've not had the boobs back then."

Now THIS is a Clara worthy reason.

>>33364591
>> You tried giving it back, but you never caught her name and she didn’t look too different from everyone else.

>You borrowed a pencil from me that first day of school! AND YOU NEVER GAVE IT BACK!”

Absolutely disgusting. Trude deserves to lose

>>33364591
>> You never gave it back because you forgot you borrowed it.

>>33364591
>> You never gave it back because you forgot you borrowed it.

>>33364591
> You never gave it back because you lost it.
And now we'll need the help of either the Naval Merchants (lost and found) or the Magic Club (divination?) to find it.

BOOM. That's a couple of plot threads tied right there.

>>33364627
>>33364644
>>33364651
>>33364648
>>33364658
>>33364684
>>33364689


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fHFySGxccKc

Remember this scene

>> You tried giving it back, but you never caught her name and she didn’t look too different from everyone else.

OH BURN

>>33364591
>> You never gave it back because you forgot you borrowed it.
Trudy should feel genuinely bad about that.

>>33364781
I'm getting the feeling that Clara is actually kind of shy, and her bombasticity is actually her overcompensating.

> You tried giving it back, but you never caught her name and she didn’t look too different from everyone else.

“Well…” you shrug. “I dunno. I mean, I certainly remember trying to give it back, but you didn’t look too distinct.”

“THAT’S A LIE! I’M CLARA SAVAGE!” She raises her club over her head. “I’M SO DISTINCT I SHIT DINOSAURS!”

“That don’t make any sense,” you say. You sigh. “But honestly, sorry about the pencil.”

“YOU’RE GOING TO BE!”

She rushes at you, screaming a war cry. You raise your club as the crowd cheers you and Clara on.

…

> Win
> Let Clara win
> Other

>>33364591
>> You tried giving it back, but you never caught her name and she didn’t look too different from everyone else.
You looked like your cheerleaders.

>>33364918
>> Let Clara win

There are more important things than winning dumb contests.

>>33364918
>> Win

Break her in half

>>33364918
>>Other
Let Clara lose her way.

>>33364918
>Win

Hmm, may eletting her win is better?

>>33364918
Grab her and throw ourselves off the plank with her
into the sharks. This is dumb, and we need to just talk this out with her.

>>33364918
> Other
Double ring-out draw.

>>33364918
> Fight hard but let her win.

>>33364918
> Win

It will be an empty victory for Clara if she wins anyway.

>>33364918
>Do your best


It will be rude to not do our best

Also I'm not falling for the whole win/lost thing since German does a lot

>>33364918
>> Other
Dramatic draw.

>>33364918
> Tie

>>33364918
>Win

>>33364918
>> Win
Papa Pool didn't raise no quitter

>>33364960 here. I actually like>>33364953 's, so I'm switching.

>>33364918
>Win
We haven't come this far just to lose now, regardless of the excuse.

>>33364918
>Win
Fuck losing anything.

Think we have time for one more side-quest after this?

I'm still amazed at how they actually have sharks and ponies.

> Win

She swipes at you, clubbing you over and over with her club, gaining the upperhand. You nearly tip over the board a few times going into the drink with the big fishes. But no, Dad never raised you to throw matches for the sake of anything.

You jab her in the stomach. She doubles over, stepping back as you finish her off with a big swipe to the head. She falls in with a huge splash.

The crowd goes wild. You throw off your helmet and toss your foam club away. Clara breaks the surface of the water and throws her arms onto the board, her cheerleader uniform becoming a lot more clingy and translucent thanks to the water. She shivers a bit. Oh right, you forgot it was cold actually. You help out and then help down where her Cheerleaders present her with a towel, a change of clothes, and a cup of hot chocolate.

You and her sit down next to the tank of water. She sulks, staring into her hot chocolate. Poor girl. She kind of reminds you of you back in your days.

> “Hey kid, you may have lost today. But that doesn’t mean you have to take it.”
> “I’ll get you a new pencil, alright?”
> “You doing okay?”
> Write in

>>33365246
Abigail is the animal/Tabitha whisperer.

>>33365272
>Good game”

>>33365272
>“Hey kid, you may have lost today. But that doesn’t mean you have to take it.”
Fine, I admit it, ok? The rivalry thing is actually kinda fun, just keep it under control and I'll play along a bit.

>>33365272
> “I’ll get you a new pencil, alright?”

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>>33365272


> “Hey kid, you may have lost today. But that doesn’t mean you have to take it.”
> “You doing okay?”
> “I’ll get you a new pencil, alright?”

That's actually a bit sad.

>>33365272
> “You doing okay?”
> "You don't have to stop with the challenges. They're pretty fun."

>>33365272
>> “I’ll get you a new pencil, alright?”

>>33365272
> “I’ll get you a new pencil, alright?”

>>33365272
>> “You doing okay?”
Go for some genuine heartwarming before breaking out
> “Hey kid, you may have lost today. But that doesn’t mean you have to take it.”
The Smug Trude.

>>33365272
He said 'like it'

> “Hey kid, you may have lost today. But that doesn’t mean you have to take it.”
> “I’ll get you a new pencil, alright?”

You pat her head. “Hey, just because you lost doesn’t mean you have to take it. Honestly, I like these little challenges of yours. Just try to keep them a bit more um… subtle.”

She’s quiet at that.

“Look, I can buy you a new pencil, alright? I mean, it sure as hell won’t replace the one I took that’s for sure. But… yeah.”

Clara sighs, then leans over and rests her head on your shoulder, surprising you. “Don’t think for a minute that this means we’re friends.” Oh, there it is. “I will beat you one day. Even if it means chasing you to the ends of the Earth.”

“That’s really obsessive.”

“I know it is. But don’t worry.” She smirks, then takes her head off your shoulder and jabs you in the arm. “I’ll get you. One day.”

You smile back at her. “And I’ll be waiting, Clara.”

> LOYALTY QUEST COMPLETE: Stars Above
> Team Star’s Loyalty is now yours!
> Clara’s Cheerleading team is now merged with the Tankery Program! All undermanned tanks will now have Cheerleaders to fill out the ranks! Clara’s Cheerleaders can also now provide an INSPIRATIONAL CHEER. For 5 CP per crew, they can raise morale of crews by 5%.

You and her stand up, looking at each other. Clara pats your arm, smiling. “You take care, Gertrude. And rest assured. I will find a crack in your defense. And when I do. That’ll be the day!”

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite
> Write in

>>33365622
*Smirk*

"I look forward to it."

And wow....