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Try not to die.

>>36976298
> "Wait up, I'm coming too!" [Go to work today]
Say bye to mom on the way out.

>>36976298
> But what about breakfast? [Stay home and eat things]

>>36976298
>Didn't Sara say she was taking her HERO Exams this morning? [Go cheer on Sara]
Why not friendship?

>>36976298
> "Wait up, I'm coming too!" [Go to work today]
Really need that hive mind.

>>36976298
> Grab a slice of toast [Anime heroine option]
> "Wait up, I'm coming too!" [Go to work today]

Basically grab a slice of bread and head out with it in your mouth.

>>36976298
>> Didn't Sara say she was taking her HERO Exams this morning? [Go cheer on Sara]

Chaos option

>>36976456
>Not toaster
Do we still have these sexy mutations like spikes?
If not we should drink some stuff

>>36976298
> Didn't Sara say she was taking her HERO Exams this morning? [Go cheer on Sara]
grab a quick snack on your way out.

>>36976413
>>36976446
>>36976456
Grab a toaster and hurry off to school.

>>36976421
Let swallow more things!

>>36976425
>>36976469
Aren't you a little short for a Hero?

Work and sibling bonding it is.
>Writing

>>36976547
Ah, missed yours anon, I'll work something HERO related out later.

>Writing

If you weren't convinced that she was every bit as much Melissa Madison as you were, having your sister rip of you patented Dynamic Window Exit would probably be cause enough for you to challenging her to a duel to the death. Unfortunately, you are and she is so you can't.

"Wait up Liss, I'm coming too!" You try your best to let your voice carry as you shout out after her retreating figure. It seems like she heard you because she skids to a stop and lets out reply that rip apart the silence of the early morning.

"Come on Mel! The store opens in nine minutes!"

Nine minutes? That's it? She should really know better than to challenge you to a test of speed. After all, she's you.

Rolling out of your blanket fort that you spent last night fortifying against sister based assaults, you fish a pair of jeans out from under your bed and slide them onto one of your legs in one smooth motion. While your other leg is busy fitting into your jeans your hands catch a t-shirt that's been hanging on your banister for just an occasion and pull it over your head.

Deciding that you can go without socks for a day you snatch your shoes from their rack next to the bedroom door and rush out the room and down the stairs.

Downstairs are your parents milling around the kitchen, and by the looks of it the two of them just finished off breakfast. Seriously though, who eats breakfast at six in the morning? Bunch of crazy robot people, that's who.

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"Love-you-Dad, Love-you-Mom, Going-to-work, bye!"

Giving Dad a quick hug from behind, palming two slices of toast shaped like beetles that your mom hands you and bolting for the entrance. You long jump the front stairs and hit the sidewalk running at full speed.

"So?" you shout out to your sister who's bouncing on the balls of her feet, ready to sprint the second you reach her side.

"Eight minutes and twenty-one seconds, Let's go!" She gives her self a final bounce before landing on her toes and switching into a spring.

As the two of you speed away from you house you feel a bright day-glow warmth spread at the back of your heads.
Mom's hugs really are the best.

> You think you'll take it easy today. [Clean inside the Store}
> "Elsie said she wanted us to take care of the vents before next week, right?" [Clean the air ducts ]
> There's a operation notification on your ID's task-bar [Take a special assignment]
> Write-in

>>36977268
>You think you'll take it easy today. [Clean inside the Store}

>>36977268
> There's a operation notification on your ID's task-bar [Take a special assignment]
hah I knew mom having a body would not affect her ability to give brain hugs to her partially insectoid clone daughters.

>>36977268
> "Elsie said she wanted us to take care of the vents before next week, right?" [Clean the air ducts ]

>>36977268
> There's a operation notification on your ID's task-bar [Take a special assignment]

Time for hero mode!
Convenience store hero, but still a hero!

Also Mom is still able to mess with our brains? Yay!

>>36977288
An inside job

>>36977292
Operation: Rolling Thunder

>>36977296
>>36977289
Cleaning up their broken dreams


Looks like were doing field maintenance and trying to avoid death traps.
>writing

>>36977447
Did we just avoid another set of plot hooks?

>>36977464
Imagine the number of plot hooks in the field!

>>36977469
We'll see won't we? Good thing we have sis to watch our backs.
Also wouldn't be surprised if Mom or Dad had a way to keep an eye on us given our proclivity for stupid shit.

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Struggling to tug your Bloom-MART ID into a readable position as you and Lissa barrel down the sidewalk, you finally manage to get a good look at the screen. Every time you get a notification from the store an icon of a spinning flower appears on you ID's screen. This one is an green flower which means there's an outside the store job waiting for you.

Ever since you and Lissa showed up for work together the day after Mom came back the two over you have been the Co-heads of the Custodial Services Department. The works is mostly the same as the usual fair. Sweeping, dusting, unexploded ordinance removal, trash pickup, the basics. However, once every week or so your store manager Elsie sends the two of you on some outside assignment where you contract yourselves out for the day. Last time it was cleaning out an old hanger that the Mayor needed for one of his campaign photo shoots.

You thumb the rotating flower to open the message and slow your speed as the text rolls down the screen.

>Operation: Field of Dreams
>Client: Meta-human Control Bureau, Disposal Division
>Location: Chester Athletics Field
>Difficulty Level: C

Well that should be fun.

Buy the time you've finished reading the Job request the two of you have already made it to the front of Bloom-MART and are passing through the doors.

"Good morning Lissa Madison. Good morning Mel Madison. Well the two of you be working inside today?"
As always the checkout scanner greets you as you walk inside. You can hear the movements of her cameras as they refocus on you.

"No, I think were going to take this job at the Athletics Field, know anything about it?"

1/2

>>36977906
>Client: Meta-human Control Bureau, Disposal Division

This.. this isn't a convince store at all!

>>36977953
They sell death!

>>36977953
Sure it is, we provide a convenient work force for any task required!

We sell convenience!

>>36977953
I think we're supposed to clean up after one of those climactic battles between a super and the MCB. How much you wanna bet they see us and start shit?

I totally forgot!
We still have to give that tank we found

"Why yes, Mel Madison. The Meta-human Control Bureau began their preliminary testing for their Heroics Division candidates yesterday evening. However it seems that a individual in one of their testing pools thoroughly destroyed the site of their exam and thus the preliminary testing was temporarily cancelled. As the Bureau's Disposal Division is short of staff due to their need to prepare a second testing site on short notice they have requested that Bloom-MART dispatch a Custodial Team."


"So what's the catch?" In the time that the scanner has been giving you a rundown of your next job Less had already made her way behind the counter, unhooked both of your Shiny Guns, and was now handing you yours.

"Ah yes, the catch" It's pretty hilarious how you can almost see the quotes the scanner puts around that statement.

"It seems that prior to it's destruction the field was a infiltration specialization field and contained several low-lethality traps. This should not be a concern however, as all members of the Bloom-Mart Custodial Team are of sufficient skill and personal durability to survive such obstacles."

"Good enough for me." You hold your Shiny Gun to your as you head your the doors and off to the site.

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You don't know what you were expecting when you and Liss arrived to the athletics field but this definitely wasn't it. The place looks like someone with earth powers decided that they were going to uproot the entire field and then got a friend to blast the remains into a dark sludgy crust.

> "Liss, you take the right side and I'll take the left." [Finish the job quickly]
> They said this place had traps right? [Find, disarm, and reposes traps]
> "Oh, look. An anthill!" [Play with the ants]
> Write-in

>>36978165
> "Oh, look. An anthill!" [Play with the ants]
> They said this place had traps right? [Find, disarm, and reposes traps]

Ants! Find the traps!

>>36978165
> "Oh, look. An anthill!" [Play with the ants]
> They said this place had traps right? [Find, disarm, and reposes traps]
Use an-
>>36978176
Fuck you

>>36978165
>"Oh, look. An anthill!" [Play with the ants]
Go my army! Disarm the traps! ooh look, an ice cream stand.

>>36978194
<3

>>36978165
> "Oh, look. An anthill!" [Play with the ants]
> They said this place had traps right? [Find, disarm, and reposes traps]

>>36978165
> They said this place had traps right? [Find, disarm, and reposes traps]
> "Oh, look. An anthill!" [Play with the ants]
Ants I know you have your own business to attend to, but if you help me out I'll drop some candy for you to eat.

>>36978165
>They said this place had traps right? [Find, disarm, and reposes traps]
> "Oh, look. An anthill!" [Play with the ants]

It's a Christmas miracle. Cool to see you running Parasite

>>36978176
>>36978194
>>36978202
>>36978208
>>36978210
>>36978227
It's time to use THEM!

Roll a 1d100
Do well and you might not even need to work

Rolled 72 (1d100)

>>36978299

Rolled 66 (1d100)

>>36978299
Here comes the mediocre to bad rolls! Haha!

Rolled 2 (1d100)

>>36978299
Incoming 1!

>>36978309
Close.

Rolled 90 (1d100)

>>36978309
Almost anon!

>>36978306
>>36978307
>>36978309
Good, Not perfect, but good.

Also I've been noticing that my post are getting linger and longer and by extension taking longer to post.
Going to try and go back to Thread 1 style post.
>Writing

>>36978227
Thanks Sigil. Also, don't sound so surprised.
I run like four times a week.

>>36978368
So next roll is going to be 8d138 then we will have to add first tree then multiply fourth by fifth then subtracting last three afterwards we will have to subtract smaller value from bigger one with resulting 87 being critical win and 88 crit fail?

Rolled 41, 129, 35, 126, 23, 125, 102, 112 = 693 (8d138)

>>36978406
If you really want to.

>>36978431
2354
I think there should be some more multiplying or some bigger value for crits

You hurriedly tell Liss your incredibly devious plan, loan her twenty dollars that you found in her pants this morning, and approach the nearest ant hill as she runs off to find a vendor.

You put you hand down on the top of the ant hill and concentrate as hard as you can on trying to find and connect with the ants.

>2346

You feel the pull on your mind as you are mentally connected with the hundreds of thousands of ants moving through the tunnels underneath you feet. Giving each and everyone the same offer.

"You plow this field for us and we'll give you a gallon of mint ice-cream"

Your request is met by a small earthquake followed by a giant mass of ants breaking through the ground and scouring the field.

>72

You are now the proud owner of 12 smoke bombs, 4 Bear traps, 7 canisters of teargas and a robotic dog.

"Well that was pretty cool" Lissa says, as she alternates between putting scoops of mint icecream in her mouth and dropping them on the waiting piles of ants at your feet.

> Might as well follow through. [Finish the job thoroughly]
> "Want to go see the rest of the preliminaries?" [
> "I bet we could make these ants even bigger if we tried." [Try and enhance the ants]
> Write-in

>>36978694
>> "I bet we could make these ants even bigger if we tried." [Try and enhance the ants]

>>36978694
> "I bet we could make these ants even bigger if we tried." [Try and enhance the ants]

>>36978694
>Want to go see the rest of the preliminaries?"

>>36978694
> Might as well follow through. [Finish the job thoroughly]
if we get a complaint and get fired then we wont have anymore dosh

>>36978694
> Might as well follow through. [Finish the job thoroughly]

A HERO never lets a job be half-done!

>>36978694

> Might as well follow through. [Finish the job thoroughly]

>>36978739
>>36978731
>>36978826
Let's plow the road!

>>36978722
Sara's affection +5

>>36978708
>>36978718
Formicidae Melissus

Looks like were paying attention for once and doing our job right.
>Writing

>>36978390
Yeah I know but I feel obligated to blow it of of proportion seeing as I took the holiday off from running my quest.

Ever since the day you first used the Shiny Gun on the loading dock behind Bloom-MART, you've come to appreciate that there are somethings that only the Shiny Gun can accomplish. Turning a giant pile of burnt sludge back into a athletics field is one of them.

Both you and Lissa start up your Shiny guns, starting from opposite sides of one end of the field and slowly walking backwards as you blast the ground with the gun's bright green beam.

After about half an hour of thoroughly blasting every patch of brown in sight the athletics field is covered in grass and patches of flowers.

"And done", Lissa collapses as you shoot a green beam at the last corner of the once destroyed field and lower your machine.

"Hey Liss, What time is it?" Your sister cracks an eye open at your question. She probably don;t want to be bother but it can't be helped as she's currently both you IDs and wearing the only watch between you.

"Um, it's 8:45. Wasn't to go do something?"


> "Let's go see how Sara's test ended?" [Pick Sara up from her Exam]
> "Want to see what Mom's up to today?" [Head home and see Mom]
> "The same thing we do every day Lissa, try and take over Chester!" [Stage a coup against the Mayor]
> Write-in

>>36979143
> "The same thing we do every day Lissa, try and take over Chester!" [Stage a coup against the Mayor]

Or.. you know go ask mom first.
> "Want to see what Mom's up to today?" [Head home and see Mom]

>>36979143
> "Let's go see how Sara's test ended?" [Pick Sara up from her Exam]

Double hug her!

>>36979143
>"Let's go see how Sara's test ended?" [Pick Sara up from her Exam]

>>36979143
> "Let's go see how Sara's test ended?" [Pick Sara up from her Exam]
We can check on mom after, we'll need her for the coup I Chester anyways.

>>36979143
> "Let's go see how Sara's test ended?" [Pick Sara up from her Exam]

>>36979204
>>36979169
>>36979168
>>36979161
Tackle hug techniques

>>36979157
Convene a war council

Making Sara mad it is
>Writing

>>36979292
Crap we're going to make her mad? WAs it missing her exam or the tackle hug?

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Strapping your Shiny Gun into it's case and pushing it on your back you stand yourself up on your toes and stretch your neck with an audible pop.

"Ready to run, Liss?" Your sister's hands are flying across the surface of her ID's screen as she submits the completion notice for the Athletic field's cleaning.

"Onwards, dear Mel. Our comrade awaits!" With a shared laughed and the low hum of ice-cream abated insects the only sounds left in the morning air, the two of you set off.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
+ + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + +

Not even a full two minutes later you and Lissa come to a stop behind the Chester Community Center. You had figured that with the Athletics Field destroyed and the organizers probably not willing to risk the same thing happening inside a building, the only space left to hold the exams would be the massive vacant lot behind the Center.

The streams of people leaving telling you you're probably in the right place, you and Lissa scour the lot as well as you can without resorting to you antennae until you find her.

Standing next to one of the several Administration tents is a somewhat tired and dirty looking Sara.

Or at least she was standing before Lissa tackled her with all the grace of a burning freight train, latched on to her arms and sending Sara's bags rolling into the side of the tent.
> Rule #2 of Sara hugging: Double Tap [Tackle Sara]
> "So Sara how did your Exam go?" [Find our Sara's results]
> Well Liss looks like she has thinks handled. [Grab Sara's bag for her]
> Write-in

>>36979698
>rule 2

>>36979698
> Well Liss looks like she has thinks handled. [Grab Sara's bag for her]
> Rule #2 of Sara hugging: Double Tap [Tackle Sara]
> "So Sara how did your Exam go?" [Find our Sara's results]

In order.

>>36979698
>>36979740
This

>>36979698
> Rule #2 of Sara hugging: Double Tap [Tackle Sara]

>>36979698
>> Rule #2 of Sara hugging: Double Tap [Tackle Sara]
>> "So Sara how did your Exam go?" [Find our Sara's results]

>>36979698
do
>>36979740

>>36979698
>>36979740
This
Plus if she did good the three of us go out for a celebratory meal, if she did bad the three of us go out for a consolation meal.

>>36979808
agreed

Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>36979738
>>36979785
I AM THE LAW

>>36979798
Enhanced Interrogation Hugging

>>36979740
>>36979759
>>36979806
>>36979808
Just going through the motions


All of the above it is.

Now roll me a 2d100

Rolled 83, 6 = 89 (2d100)

>>36979912
You roll, oh boy.

Rolled 86, 98 = 184 (2d100)

>>36979912
She's going to beat us up for trying to hug her..

Rolled 53, 57 = 110 (2d100)

>>36979923

Rolled 83, 49 = 132 (2d100)

>>36979912

Get awesome bug super powers.

Still live like a ditz

Rolled 54, 49 = 103 (2d100)

>>36979912

>>36979925
OR NOT HAH! GOOD JOB ME! YOU CAN'T RESIST THE HUGS SARA!

>>36979925
Not with those rolls

>>36979925
not with those rolls she aint.

>>36979925
...Damn

>>36979923
>>36979925
>>36979929
>83 vs 86
WINNER

>98
Critical Success

Hearing good news and feeling the love.
>Writing

>>36979925
Hugs for the hug god!

Our super strength can not be ignored.

>>36979983
Bug sounds similar to hug. Coincidence? I THINK NOT!

Anyone else think Sara would be even better if she was a bug.. or you know. Maybe a little bit Melissa.

>>36980100
everyone should be melissa

>>36980164
Yeah! Then mom could give brain hugs to everyo-

MOM IS THE BUG GOD! MOM IS THE HUG GOD! IT MAKES SO MUCH SENSE!

>>36980164
>>36980100

Guys calm down we need 1 non Melissa to enjoy the Melissa verse with. Someone we can tackle and pester to our hearts content.
Sara fills that role for now so let's see how it goes before we plan on any Borg

You bite down a laugh at the embarrassed yelping noise Sara is making in response to Liss clinging to her chest in the middle of the event ground. Even with all the people who have already left, there are still more than enough to ensure a few whistles and bouts of laughter at the sight.

After retrieving Sara's sports bag from the place it rolled to after the collision and testing it to make sure nothing's broken you lower your stance until you are almost parallel to the ground and then face in the direction of your old friend and your sister.

Catching Lissa's eyes and waiting for the moment where her loosened grip lets Sara struggle back to her feet, you launch the second wave of the assault.

"SAAARRRRAAAAAA!"

Her entire body turning your way and tensing at the foreboding calling of her name, Sara is in no position to counter you when you tackle her by the waist and let you momentum carry the both of you through the air and into the soft grass.

"Hello Melissa, could you please get off of me?" Sara's trying to look all dour and respectable because she's in public but you can totally see that she's glad to see you from the way the sides of her mouth are fighting no to turn up in a smile.

"Only if you tell us how you did during the preliminaries." That's what you say but from the way her eyes are sparkling you'd probably have a hard time getter her not to tell you.

You finally let Sara push your arms off as she sits up and her face breaks into bright smile.

"Who do you think I am Melissa? Of course I Aced it, I even got first ranking on the boards." She's trying to be smug but the tone really doesn't work when she's also giving you the thumbs up and bouncing up and down like a little kid on Christmas.

> "That's awesome Sara, we should go celebrate!" [Treat Sara to that meal people eat between breakfast and lunch]
> "Well if you did that well maybe I should have tried out too." [Make her tone it down]
> "Did you all here that! Bow before your Lord, Hail Sara! [Establish the Principality of Sara]
> Write-in

>>36980481
> "Did you all here that! Bow before your Lord, Hail Sara! [Establish the Principality of Sara]

Summon some more minions to make it look more official.

>>36980481
> "Did you all here that! Bow before your Lord, Hail Sara! [Establish the Principality of Sara]
>"That's awesome Sara, we should go celebrate!" [Treat Sara to that meal people eat between breakfast and lunch]

>>36980506
> "That's awesome Sara, we should go celebrate!" [Treat Sara to that meal people eat between breakfast and lunch]

Maybe find this universe's equivalent of an ihop or Denny's

>>36980506
>> "That's awesome Sara, we should go celebrate!" [Treat Sara to that meal people eat between breakfast and lunch]

Take her to brunch.

While there do:

> > "Did you all here that! Bow before your Lord, Hail Sara! [Establish the Principality of Sara]

Establish it in a well populated place. Make her extremely embarrassed.

>>36980506
> "Did you all here that! Bow before your Lord, Hail Sara! [Establish the Principality of Sara]

>>36980506
>>36980576
This is me changing to >>36980547

>>36980506
>>36980547
This

>>36980521
>>36980576
Seig Sara!

>>36980538
Be a normal friend for once and your life

>>36980527
>>36980547
>>36980594
>>36980612
Political Scheming Intensifies

Baiting her with food and then making her a Warlord.
>Writing

>>36980693
>Be a normal friend for once and your life
kek

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Turing your face away from Sara so that she can't see you let out the most diabolic smile that's ever had the pleasure of gracing your face.

"I knew you could do it Sara! This is great, we have to celebrate!" Lissa's voice doesn't give anything away but you can tell she's had the same thought as you and that she's running with it. She is you, after all.

Originally you had planned to stop by a small cake shop on the way back home and either let Sara celebrate her victory or console her over her loss by drowning her sorrows in pastries and black tea.

But this new plan needed more people. And not just more people, but the right kind of people, crazy people.

It's with that thought in mind that you take Sara by the hand and while Lissa calls out an open invitation of anyone available, you started off with her in tow.

The next ten or so minutes see you traversing the streets of Chester with a mixed group of aspiring heroes and exam flunkies, ultimately leading you up to and inside the one and only Black and Noire's Restaurant.

With you as the vanguard and Lissa working crowd control, you effectively oust a good dozen people from their seats and manage to keep them around but still standing with the promise of free food and drinks.

You may be burning a small chunk of the commission you'll get for this mornings job but there's nothing on this earth that could convince you it's not worth it.

By the time the food and drinks have arrived you've moved yourself to the back corner by the bartender where all the drunks hang out. Not too close to be identifiable, but not too far to be drowned out by the other voices. and that's when it starts.

You can see Lissa's mouth moving, probably giving some words of congratulations to the examinees before she turns to Sara.

The two go back and forth a bit before Sara starts addressing the table. Looks like Lissa talked her into giving a speech. And that's when your cue comes.

1/2

Lissa stands on a chair, and raising her glass to the ceiling lets out a shout, "Long Live Sara! Long Live Shields!".

Not missing a single beat you stand on a chair, making sure your body is obstructed but that your voice is clear. You echo Lissa's declaration back in a slightly throatier voice, "Long Live Sara! Long Live Shields!"

The first to pick it up are the drunks, not sure who said what but taking to it like any other toast that's ever passed through a bar. After them are the people in the group that came with you, mostly laughing but dedicated to answer the yells from the other side of the room. Then come the people who you bought drinks for, then the ones who want to fit in, then the ones who don't know what's going on but think it's fun.

Only a full twenty seconds have passed since Lissa let out the first shout but now the entire restaurant is filled with the repeating cries of "Long live Sara, Long live Shields!"

And in the center of all of this is Sara herself. She's looking around in disbelief with a panicked look on her face. Or at least you think it's a panicked look, her face has turned such a bright shade of pink that you can't really tell it from her hair at this point.

You are Melissa Madison and you are a terrible friend.
But there's nothing on this earth that could convince you it isn't worth it.

-THREAD END-

>>36982018
But.. we're a great friend! Now all we need to do is make more Melissa's to serve in her legion to take control of the city.. Maybe mom can help!

>>36982018
Thank you Parasite for this wonderful thread and this glorious ending. Long Live Parasite! Long Live Parasite!

>>36982030
You'd still have to actually talk to your Dad for once to get his help.

I'm kidding, the only reason you haven't spoken with him yet is that I can't find a good character image for him.

>>36982048
Thank you Anon, I can't run these treads without all of you as players.

>>36982048
>Parasite continues to wish they chose a different name.

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>>36982127
>I'm kidding, the only reason you haven't spoken with him yet is that I can't find a good character image for him.

>>36982149
It's still an accurate discription, no matter how cool I try to act.

>>36982197
Eh, maybe
Archives up here:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html

I'm turning in, night anons

> Melissa Madison

> Not Taylor Hebert

there is only one bug girl in my life.