>>1646422
>Try to reason with her (talk)
We ain't fighting or running if sitting up was hard work.

>>1646422
>Try to reason with her (talk)
Really, pointing sharp implements at barely alive naked people is just impolite.

You gulp and stammer, "H-hold on! I'm not your enemy!" She tilts her head and pauses for a moment, lowering the sword. She puts her hand to her chin, seeming to think for a few moments. Then, she clears her throat

"Is that so?" she replies in an accent that you cannot quite place, seeming to eye your body. You nod your head rapidly in response. "Hmm... You don't sound like you're lying," she says, letting her arm drop to her side. You let out a sigh of relief at the realization that she would not slice you to pieces for being a klutz. Still, you shivered from a combination of cold and fear.

"Thanks for understanding," you reply, attempting to stand. She watches you curiously without moving. With your back to the wall, you get a good look at her. The tan girl stood a head shorter than you, but with those lean muscles she possessed, there was little doubt that she would beat in you in a fight. She seemed young, in her late teens to her early twenties at most.

You took another look at those triangular ears and that tail. The tail swayed from side to side, as if it were real. They were colored red like her hair, and you could not see the band those ears were attached to. This was a good, if strange, costume to wear. The costume pieces seemed to be modeled after a cat. Her bust was of modest size, and you quickly averted your eyes to avoid any misunderstandings. Covering her feet were a pair of well-worn boots. "So... If you don't mind me asking, why did you suddenly point that thing at me?" you ask, motioning to the sword.

"Your little fall wasn't exactly quiet," she replied, a slight smirk at the corners of her mouth. "I thought you might be one of those security bots, and the last thing I needed was for someone to sound the alarms and make things difficult for me," she explains. "Still," her eyes light up, "I'm amazed we found one of your kind alive down here!" Your kind? We? This is a lot of stuff to be taking in, and you need answers. What do you ask about first?

>The cat costume
>"We?"
>Who is she?
>Your kind?

>>1646629
>>"We?"

>>1646629
>>"We?"

>>1646629
>"We?"

Writing.

Aww fuck yeah I was hoping someone would do a quest about this one day!

"We?" you ask. "You're not alone?" The girl nods.

"We're in uncharted territory here. Only an idiot would come alone," she declared, twisting her neck to the side. "Oi! Rags! We got a live one over here!" she yelled to the doorway. The first thing you notice was how tall and muscular he was. "Rags" lumbered toward you and the girl, stopping beside her.

He easily towers over the both of you, nearly twice the size of that girl. You instinctively press up against the wall. This guy was massive! His muscles bulged under the wetsuit. Looking up at his head, you saw a chiseled jawline covered in stubble. Now you're really glad you didn't get on that girl's bad side. Still, something was strange. In contrast to his aggressive appearance, atop his head were two round ears with fur the same color as his hair, a deep black. Why would a guy like him be wearing those? Maybe it's a thing between those two. He spoke to her in a gruff voice you struggled to understand. Maybe it was a heavy accent?

The girl replied to him with her usual voice, only for you to realize that it was not English. It was a language you'd never heard before. They talked for a few minutes before turning to you. The girl smiles at you. "This is my pal, Rags! He's always been there for me!" The girl beamed. She glanced at the man beside her. "Introduce yourself, Rags!" she chirped, elbowing him playfully.

He steps in front of the girl. "I am Ragnard. People call me Rags. I do not speak the language of Earless very good. Nice to meet you," he growled. Earless? You're pretty sure you had ears. He steps forward and offers his hand. Taking a deep breath, you give him a handshake. His meaty hand nearly crushed yours. You let go after a second and looked up at him. "And you are who?" he asked, looking down at you. Right, your name. You knew this. Just as opened your mouth to answer, you were interrupted by the sound of an alarm going off.

"Intruders detected. Intruders detected." A robotic voice echoed throughout the building. Rags growled in response and glared at you. "Did you trigger?" he demands. You quickly shake your head. The girl patted his back and told him something in that odd language. Shortly afterward, he seemed to be a bit less hostile to you. "Introduction can wait. We must leave now!" Rags suddenly announced, scooping you up in his arms without hesitation. The girl looked at you in his arms and snickered.

Suddenly, a robot of some kind enters the room. It wields a gun of some sort. "Not another one of these," the girl complains. "Hey, this thing serves you, right? Can ya like call it off or something? Or do you have a plan?" she asks, readying her cutlass, as if that would do anything to the hunk of metal.

>Try commanding the droid to stop
>Suggest she take the gun
>Retreat
>Brute force (Rags)

>>1646920
>>Try commanding the droid to stop

>>1646920
>Try commanding the droid to stop

>>1646920
>Try commanding the droid to stop

Roll me some 1d100s!
Best of three.

Rolled 34 (1d100)

>>1647020

Rolled 79 (1d100)

>>1647020

Rolled 1 (1d100)

STOP RIGHT THERE YOU DROID SCUM

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>>1647067

>>1647027
>>1647058
>>1647067
>1
Welp. Time to lay out the dice rules. 1's do have an effect. It won't be "rocks fall and everyone dies" but they will cancel out the highest roll.
100s are crit successes.
Anyway, writing.

Did you control these bots? Well, there was only one way to find out. You cleared your throat. "STOP RIGHT THERE YOU DROID SCUM!" you squeaked, not very full of confidence. The 'droid seems to hesitate but advances nevertheless. Well, that didn't work. The girl gives you a disappointed look.

"Is that really all you've got?" she asks, a slight frown forming on her face. She shakes her head. The three of you back away from the advancing robot. You see electrical sparks coming from the gun. A stun gun? "Well, Rags, looks like we need to use that," the girl states. Rags frowns and asks her a question in that foreign tongue. "Yes I'm sure! I know we worked hard to get it, but we have something more valuable right now! Will you please just do it?" she pleads. Rags lets out a sigh and glares at you.

He reaches to his back and pulls something out. With a grunt, he lobs something at the robot. The device beeps to life, and suddenly the robot seems to shut down. That was easy. Well, why didn't they just use that from the star-

Suddenly, all of the lights in the ship went off. They must've used an EMP, a powerful one at that. "Alright! We don't have much time until the generator kicks in! We gotta go!" She scurried through the doorway, and Rags followed her with you in arms. You could barely see in this pitch darkness, yet that girl is navigating with ease with Rags close behind. As you entered a hallway, you can see many rows of identical looking doors, all sealed. The hall was quite long. It doesn't look like you'll be arriving wherever you're going anytime soon. It might not be the best time, but you need answers.

>"What's your goal here?"
>"Where are we going?"
>"Why did you expect that droid to listen to me?"
>"Seriously, what's with the animal ear getup?"

>>1647211
>>"Seriously, what's with the animal ear getup?"

>>1647211
>You guys furries or what?

>>1647211
>"Seriously, what's with the animal ear getup?"

Your eyes quickly adjust to the darkness as the three of you run. "Sooo... About the ears," you begin. You notice the girl's left ear twitch as you begin. You blink and rub your eyes. That was just the darkness playing tricks, right? Or the wind... The nonexistent wind in a building. Yes, that made perfect sense, moron, you thought to yourself.

"What about them?" she responds, turning her head so that she can see you.

"They're like costumes or whatever, right? Why do you wear them? Are you furries or something?" you ask a tad bluntly. She covers her mouth, evidently stifling a laugh.

"Of course not! They're 100 percent real!" You three arrive in front of a large metal door. It appears that a very large and rusted valve needs to be turned to open it. Rags quickly sets you down and gets to work, but it is clear that it strains even a muscular guy like him. So, there you sit up against a wall. The girl squats in front of you, grinning.

"You're not saying that you've never seen ears like these before, are you?" she asks in an airy voice, her tail visibly swaying behind her. Right. It wasn't just the ears but the tail too. You shake your head.

"No... But don't you get strange looks?" you ask.

She laughs again. "No. From my point of you, you're the strange one," the girl states, poking one of your ears. "I've only seen ears like yours in history books!" History books?

"So they're real and you're not just furries?" you reaffirm.

"Of course!" she nods, her ears twitching as if to prove her point. "I will admit that I'm not sure what a furry is though," she says, putting a finger to her chin and looking up in thought.

>"Nah, you're lying. They're totally fake. Good job on them though."
>"I'M the strange one? Don't be ridiculous! Most people have ears like mine!"
>"You've only seen mine in history books?"
>Touch her ears. Only way to make sure.

>>1647211

"Why did you expect that droid to listen to me?"

>>1647373
>>Touch her ears. Only way to make sure.
This is the only option.

>>1647373

>Touch fluffy ear.

Actually, how are we on stamina? Last time it came up we were pretty weak. Are we able to keep up okay?

>>1647373
>>"Nah, you're lying. They're totally fake. Good job on them though."

>>Touch her ears. Only way to make sure.

I don't want to hear that touching ears is some kind of faux pas. If she claims this shit, remind her that she started it.
>poking one of your ears

maybe fondle her tail a little if we can get away with it as well.

>>1647414
Can't do much. The body is still getting back into the swing of things. A bit of time is all that's needed.

>>1647373
>>"Nah, you're lying. They're totally fake. Good job on them though."
>>"I'M the strange one? Don't be ridiculous! Most people have ears like mine!"

>Massage and compliment her ears

You put on a smirk, probably the closest thing you've had to a smile all day. She's totally bluffing. You don't remember how you ended up in that chamber, but you knew very well that people don't have ears. Maybe this is all a prank. I mean, deadly droids? Conveniently having just the thing to shut it down? This all had to be staged. And you are not one to be fooled so easily.

"Nah, I think I'll call your bluff," you say, reaching toward her ear. "I may not remember much right now, but I do know that people don't regularly wear cat ears," you say confidently as her soft ear is captured by your fingers. She gasps, frozen in place.

"H-hey! You can't just-"

"Pretty good job on them though. They feel just like a cat's," you interject as you massage her soft ear between your thumb and index finger. She quivers, her face quickly turning red. Wow, she's a pretty good actor.

"P-please stop... Th-this is a bit..." she whimpers, her tail swishing excitedly behind her. You cock an eyebrow at her.

"A bit what? Indecent?" you sneer, not letting up on your assault of her fluffy ear. She quickly nods. You can't help but chuckle. "Oh? And what would you call that little poke you gave me just a moment ago?" you taunt her, reaching behind her to attack her fuzzy tail next with her free hand. "This isn't real either, is it?" You manage to grab hold of the tip. Wow, it's soft and warm. You quickly get to work rubbing the tip with your thumb. "I gotta admit, they feel really soft. This is high quality fur," you tell her. You had to admit, she looked pretty cute like this, even if it was all an act.

She practically collapses against you, her head against your chest. "N-nya!" she squeaks, her eyes closed. Startled, you let go. She takes the opportunity to quickly scoot away. She runs behind Rags, her face very visibly red. Maybe you went a bit to far? Well, they weren't real, ri-

Your train of thought goes off the rails as you notice the glare Rags is giving you. If looks could kill, you'd be dead a hundred times. Crap. You better think of an excuse quick!

>"Uhh... I can explain?"
>PANIC
>"She started it!"
>"Wait, they were real?"
>Write in

>>1647565
>>"Wait, they were real?"

>>1647565
>HIDE BONER
>T-this is how we salute e-each other on my family!

>>1647565
>"Wait, they were real?"
>How the fuck are they real!

>>1647565

>Wow, you're really taking this seriously. Is the costume that fragile? You probably shouldn't be wearing it in a dangerous place like this then. Fine, I get it, I won't touch the costume anymore. It is a *really* good costume, though. LARPers. Sheesh.

Dense mode activate!

Rolled 37 (1d100)

>>1647576
supporting

>>1647565
>You want me to rub yours too, big guy?

Wait, they were real? If that's the case, and what she said about touching them being indecent was true... This probably looks really bad. And you might have pissed off one of the buffest guys you've ever seen. Shit. Shit. Shit! Great job making that deduction, Sherlocke Holmes. It's not like she constantly told you they were real and had no reason to lie about them. How the hell can you play this off and live?! You're a foreigner to them, right? Yes, of course! No one liked the tourists from your country because of how dense you seemed. Time to do your country proud! It's time to double down.

Putting on the most confident smile you could muster, you begin your little performance. "Wow, you're really taking this seriously. Is the costume that fragile? You probably shouldn't be wearing it in a dangerous place like this then. Fine, I get it, I won't touch the costume anymore. It is a really good costume, though. LARPers. Sheesh," you announce haughtily, hoping they couldn't see that you were sweating bullets in the darkness.

Rags looks to the girl for guidance, who had composed herself by now. Though he was still visibly angry, he seemed hesitant to hurt you. The girl shot you a look. What was she trying to convey? Belief? Disbelief? You felt the corners of your mouth twitch. You couldn't keep this facade up for long. You wonder how long it'll hold up under her intense stare. Then, it seems like she's decided something.

"Ahem... Rags, hold off a bit. He didn't know any better, and I guess I did kind of start it when I touched that one's ears... I was irresponsible, I know, but I guess it's different in their culture. Can you please forgive him just this once?" she asks him, looking up with her head tilted to the side a bit. He seems conflicted for the slightest of moments, but he turns back to the valve and begins turning again. She believed you? Sweet! Tch, and the drama teacher said you weren't a good actor. That'll teach you Mrs. Abell! You let out a sigh of relief as your smile falters.

The girl approaches you, her cutlass unsheathed. Oh no. Was she just holding it off to punish you personally? You freeze in fear. To your surprise, she simply bends down and whispers into your ear. "You owe me." She quickly returns to Rags, who seems to have finally opened the door. "Hey, Rags. Do your thing," she says, stepping into the square room the door had concealed. Why was it sealed so tightly in the first place? You can't help but suppress a yelp as Rags picks you up once again. He steps into the chamber and pulls the door shut. It's cramped, and you can't see a single window.

You notice Rags put on a breathing mask of some sort, and the girl does the same. Wait a minute. Those wetsuits. Don't tell me, you thought. The girl fits a mask around your head. "You can swim, right?" she asks, placing her hand on a lever.

>"Of course I can!" (Lie)
>"Not at all!"
>"Hypothetically, if I couldn't, you wouldn't let me drown, would you?"

>>1647812
>>"Hypothetically, if I couldn't, you wouldn't let me drown, would you?"

>>1647812
>"Of course I can!" (Lie)
>"Hypothetically, if I couldn't, you wouldn't let me drown, would you?"

>>1647812
>>"Hypothetically, if I couldn't, you wouldn't let me drown, would you?"

>>1647812
>"Not at all!"

"Of course I can!" you boast, knowing full well that you're full of crap. "Hypothetically though, if I couldn't, you wouldn't let me drown, would you?" you ask, trying to hide the nervousness in your voice.

She laughs at your response as she pulls the lever. "Of course I wouldn't! This means I don't have to save ya if my friend here lets go!" she exclaims as she tightens her grip.

Wait, no. "I mean not at a-!"

"Might wanna close your eyes, big guy!" she interrupts you as the water envelops all three of you. You quickly do so, water quickly flooding your ears. Jeez, the pressure down here. You feel lightheaded in the darkness. The water is absolutely freezing. However, it is hard to focus on that. It's cold, and the water is giving you a headache. You can feel the water rushing alongside your body. You're going up you thing. Yes, to the surface where you can hopefully get some ans-

Rocking. You feel yourself rocking ever so slightly. It kinda felt like those days when you would nap in your hammock at home. Were you just sleeping? Yes, that was all a dream. There is no such thing as catgirls and... whatever that other guy was. When you opened your eyes, you would be right at home. You didn't feel weak at all. That was part of the dream, of course!

Your eyes flutter open, and you shoot up in your bed. "I'm ho-Huh?!" You wake up to an unfamiliar room. This is definitely not home! These sheets are much softer than yours at home, and these clothes are waaaay too big. Still... You weren't in the water anymore. Your hair was a bit damp though. Maybe it wasn't a dream after all. You stumbled out of bed and took a good long look in the mirror. That was you? You were so thin! Sure, you weren't the most muscular or fat person in life, but you were practically skin and bones! This shirt really exaggerated how starved you looked. Must've been one of Rags's with how the bottom of your shirt reached down to your knees.

To make sure, you turned your head to the side. Yep. You still had your normal ears. Tch, so much for them calling you "Earless. " You hear the door open behind you.

"Look who's awake," a familiar voice calls to you.

You turn to face her. Yep. There she was. "I don't think we've properly introduced ourselves," she says, taking a seat on the bed. "My name is Naomi! What's yours?" she asks. Naomi. Well, you can finally put a name to her face and stop just referring to her as "the girl" at least. So, she asked for your name. Right.

You begin your introduction. "Nice to meet you, Naomi. The name's..."

>"I don't remember, actually."
>Jack
>Victor
>Ivan
>Charles
>Write-in

>>1647992
>Jack
Jack be frozen
Jack be thick
Jack may be a bit of a dick

>>1648001
seconding this

>>1647992
>>Jack

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>>1647992
>>Jack
Bathhouse Owner to my friends
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RjVOXf8oaRY

>>1647992
>Jack

>>1648001
>>1648041
>>1648070
>>1648105
>>1648160
Writing!

"...Jack. Jack be frozen. Jack be thick. Jack may be a bit of a dick," you quip. Naomi can't help but burst out laughing, taking a minute or so to compose yourself. "So you've got a sense of humor. Good," you say with a smirk.

She nods. "So it's Jack huh? Straight and to the point! I like it!" Naomi exlaims, a smile on her face. It seems like she's not mad at you about the little scene you caused earlier, so that's a relief. You approach the bed and ask if you can take a seat. "Sure. Just don't sit too close," she replies, her tail inching away from you. Not wanting to get Rags involved, you comply and sit about a foot away from her. You still felt as if the room were rocking. You believe that you're on a ship of some sort, but there aren't any windows for you to confirm this.

"So... What happened? Where am I?" you ask her.

"After you passed out, we had a small scuffle with some sea creatures, but it was nothing we couldn't handle," she boasts. "Welcome aboard ship, the Centurion!" she says with a grin. "You should've seen the captain's face when we told him we had an Earless one! You don't get to see a fox surprised often!" Naomi states excitedly. Right. You'd been meaning to ask her about that whole name. You weren't anyone special as far as you could remember, so you could not help but wonder why they treated you, the "Earless" one, as someone valuable. Even though she said that you were the strange one, you still found it hard to believe that everyone here had animal ears. You eye hers.

"So... They're real, huh?" you ask. She nods again, putting her hands in front of her ears in case you got any "bright" ideas again.

"That's what I've said from the beginning! Everyone has them! Well, everyone except you, but you're the exception," she replies. "I still can't believe you embarrassed me in front of Rags! They're sensitive!" she scoffs. Well, she was right about you going a little too far there. You don't regret it though. Still, you should probably say something.

>"Right. Sorry about that."
>"About that favor..."
>"Why? Did that make your boyfriend jealous?"
>"What are the Earless exactly?"
>"...Want me to do it again?"

>>1648220
>>"...Want me to do it again?"
Only option.

>>1648220
>>"Right. Sorry about that."

>>"What are the Earless exactly?"

>>1648220
>"...Want me to do it again?"

>>1648220
>>"...Want me to do it again?"

Writing.

"...Want me to do it again?" you ask, flexing your fingers with a grin.

She laughs. "Surely, you're joking," she responds, scooting away from you a little bit.

"I'm quite serious, and don't call me Shirley," you retort, suddenly lunging at her with an arm. Startled, she yelps as she nearly falls off the bed in an attempt to avoid your "assault." You laugh as you just as you quickly pull back. You laugh at her response to the fakeout.

"Why you...!" she growls, elbowing you a with a bit more force than necessary.

"Oof!" You clutch your side. That might leave a bit of a bruise. "Alright, I kinda had that coming," you have to admit, a smirk still plastered on your face.

"If you wanna do that, you'd have to be my boyfriend," she states before pausing with her lips pursed. You open your mouth to speak. "And that is not an offer!" she ammends. Wow, it's like she knows you. You hold off on petting the catgirl. For now.

She still seems a bit mad, so you decide to change the subject. "So... About the Earless. What were they and why do people keep calling me one? I mean, I've clearly got ears," you ask.

"Hmm... I suppose I can tell you what most people know, but I'm no expert," she replies. "What most people say is that, long before there were us, the Kemomimi, that there were people without animal ears. That's why we call them the Earless. In fact, there were apparently billions on large landmasses. Some say there was a disease that wiped 'em all out. Others still say that they killed each other off in war. Others say that a natural disaster killed them all, leaving just us. Either way, they're all gone, and they'd just sort of passed in to legend," she explains. "A lot of us are starting to doubt that they ever existed. Mostly conspiracy nuts, but nonbelievers exist is my point," Naomi adds with a shrug. "Of course, you are living proof that they are wrong! And I discovered it!" she exclaims excitedly.

You nod slowly, trying to take it all in. How do you react?

>Despair! Friends, family, everyone... All dead! How could this happen? Why did YOU have to be the one to survive?
>Denial. She HAS to be lying. There were literally billions of humans! How could they have all died? You are going to find out she's lying when you arrive on shore, right? The captain and co are regular eared people just like you! You'll find him and confirm it!
>Acceptance. Take it all in. Mourn for the dead, but you need to be strong for both yourself and the memory of those who are gone.
>Anger. No. This couldn't be. You need to hit something. While everyone died around you, you were just asleep in that stupid chamber? Damn it.
>Nihilist. Yeah, the world was shitty anyway. Humans had it coming.
>Excitement. Fuck yeah! Just you and a whole bunch of animal-eared girls with no one to shame you for it! This is like an isekai from those Chinese cartoons you watched! Oh yeah, sucks for the people who died you guess.

>>1648457
>>Excitement. Fuck yeah! Just you and a whole bunch of animal-eared girls with no one to shame you for it! This is like an isekai from those Chinese cartoons you watched! Oh yeah, sucks for the people who died you guess.

Fuck
Yes

>>1648457
>Denial. She HAS to be lying.

>>1648457
>>Excitement. Fuck yeah! Just you and a whole bunch of animal-eared girls with no one to shame you for it! This is like an isekai from those Chinese cartoons you watched! Oh yeah, sucks for the people who died you guess.

Less this and more excited to see how everything has changed.

>>1648457

I hope all three happened. Some country made a weaponized disease and deployed it. But then a natural disaster caused it's spread to go out of control.

>>Excitement. Fuck yeah! Just you and a whole bunch of animal-eared girls with no one to shame you for it! This is like an isekai from those Chinese cartoons you watched! Oh yeah, sucks for the people who died you guess.

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>>Excitement. Fuck yeah! Just you and a whole bunch of animal-eared girls with no one to shame you for it! This is like an isekai from those Chinese cartoons you watched! Oh yeah, sucks for the people who died you guess.
Let's be honest with ourselves.
Adapt or die. Whatever we had going on back in our time/reality/world can't be as exciting as relic hunting in a Kevin Costner Waterworld-esk "land" with a bunch of cat girls.

Many people would have been shocked to learn that the human race, or at least most of it, was gone. Not you though. You were different. You saw this as a new adventure. Sure, it's a shame that everyone died, but death comes for everyone eventually. You are an optimist however. Where others might have seen great loss with the near extinction of the "Earless" you saw the potential for great advancement. Imagine how the technology has changed, how culture is different! There's so much to learn, so much to do! It doesn't hurt that this mysterious future you've been pulled into apparently has adorable animal girls!

A grin inched its way across your face. Yes. You would take this opportunity to live in a new world as a gift. "Alright!" You shouted, shaking your fist confidently. Naomi is startled by this and leans back.

"...You okay there, Jack?" she asks, clearly a bit worried. "I didn't expect you to be so extatic about this."

You nod. "Way I see it, I've got a fresh start in this world! This place is infinitely more exciting than shitposting on a Mongolian cave painting board and having waifu wars!" you exclaim proudly.

"Shitposting? Mongolian cave painting board? You've lost me," Naomi says, clearly confused.

"Uh, that's just a me—err—slang. Don't worry about it," you reply quickly. "Either way, I'm not sad at all. Thank you for informing me of this," you add, closing your eyes with a wide grin.

Naomi smiles. "I don't quite get it, but I guess I'm happy for you. I'm glad I didn't have to console you or anything," she states. "I might've even let you touch them if you were sad enough," she teases with a wink as she stands up.

"...Is it too late to change my reaction?"

She laughs. "Way too late! Maybe next time, Jack!" She stretches a bit. "Nice chatting with you, Jack. Anyway, I've got to go. I can't be away for too long. Feel free to continue resting or whatever. Just don't fall overboard," she says as she heads toward the door.

>Follow Naomi. You two have a good thing going.
>Look for Rags. You need to make sure he won't kill you for THAT incident.
>Search for the captain! You need to thank him for letting him aboard his ship!
>Get something to eat.
>Sleep. Eh, socializing can wait. You need rest. (Timeskip to land)

>>1648620
>>Follow Naomi. You two have a good thing going.
No time like the present.

>>1648620
>>Follow Naomi
Ask her if she's up for some food. If she actually has important stuff to be doing then it's better we leave her be though, if that's the case: explore the ship to look for something to eat. We might bump into someone we might not, what's important is that we get food.
We gotta start gaining back some body mass and drop the emaciated look ASAP, the sooner we start the better.

>>1648620

>Follow Naomi.

>>1648620
>>Get something to eat.

Writing.

You decide to invite Naomi out to eat. You mean, a ship's gotta have food, right? Plus, you like the little back and forth between her and you.

"Yo, wait up, Naomi!" You jump up from the bed to catch up with her. You jog up to her and slow to a walking pace once beside her. That jogging took a bit out of you, surprisingly. You really need to work on getting your energy reserves up.

"Huh? What is it Jack?" she replies with her head turned slightly toward you. You think about how to ask this for a few moments.

"Hey, I'm not really familiar with this ship, so would you mind showing me where I can get some grub?" you request, trying to be polite. She looks up in thought for a few moments.

"I wouldn't mind. It's on the way to where I'm going," she decides with a nod. You walk along the deck for a few minutes before stopping near a kitchen. There seemed to be a few places to sit outside of it. It seems clean enough, you think.

"Hey, would you mind enjoying some... Lunch, dinner? Whatever it is with me?" You ask with a friendly smile.

"What? Are you asking me on a date?" she asks with a laugh.

"Of course not," you quickly retort. "I just wanted to get to know you a bit better is all, and I'm not sure of the menu here. So, I wanted to know what you'd recommend," you explain.

"Oh, was that all? Well, I haven't eaten since before that little expedition, so I think I'll take you up on that offer," she says with a smile. "Mind if I order for you?" You nod quickly, and she is off. She knows this place better than you, so whatever she likes should taste decent at least. You decide to take a seat while you wait. Looking around, you can see other people on the ship. Sure enough, they all had various animal ears and tails like Naomi had led you to believe, and you could tell they were sneaking glances at you, no, your ears. If what she said was true, seeing you was like seeing Bigfoot or something.

Naomi quickly returns with what appears to be sandwiches with meat in them. She hands you one. "Hope you like phish, Jack," she says as she bites down into her food. She clearly enjoys the food.

"Yeah, fish is an alright food," you reply, looking down at your food. You begin to eat it. It's nothing you'd consider amazing, but the taste is decent. It doesn't taste like any species you've had before. Salmon, trout, anchovy... Nothing like you'd had before. So, you said you wanted to get to know her a bit better. What did you want to talk about again?

>Her motivations
>Her hobbies
>Her relationship with Rags
>Her dreams
>Her ears

>>1648822
>>Her dreams

>>1648822

>Her ears

Can't go wrong here.

>>1648822
>>Her relationship with Rags

>>1648822
>Her relationship with Rags

>>1648822
>>Her hobbies

>>1648822
>Her hobbies

Writing.

You decide to bring up something you've been thinking about. "So, um, about you and Rags," you start as you swallow a mouthful of bread and phish. She gives you a side-eye with a small hm? sound. "He seemed really protective of you and all. So, I was wondering if you had some sort of relationship. You said he was always there for you He your boyfriend or something?" You ask. She swallows her food and laughs.

"Wait, you thought—Oh, not at all!" she replies between laughs. Composing herself, she smiled. "That'd be like dating my father! He's a great guy, but he practically raised me, so I couldn't even imagine going out with him in a million years! I'm not in a relationship at all in fact!" she explains with a smile.

"He raised you? So... Did you, like, not have parents or...?" She casts a downward glance. "Oh! If it's a sensitive topic, I didn't mean to—"

"No, no it's fine," she interrupts. "Yeah, my parents left me long ago. I don't even remember their faces, honestly. Rags took me in though, and he raised me like one of his own! That's why I love him, in a family sort of way," she says happily. So you did the equivalent of fondling her in front of her father. Great first impression. On the bright side, you found out she's single.

You give her a nod and a smile. "I see! You were lucky to have him then! I'm glad you found each other," you agree. What to talk about next? Hmm...

"So, what do you do for fun?" you ask.

"For fun?" She looks up in thought. "Well, I love exploring the unknown! That's why I went down and ended up finding you!" she replies brightly. "Those ancient ruins of the Earless have fascinated me since I was just a little girl! It's so fascinating learning about people who were like us but at the same time not quite like us but still achieved amazing things!" she expressed. "Guess that's why I like reading those books and decyphering that writing system of your language! It's so weird! I can hardly believe read and read are spelled exactly the same but are pronounced and mean different things!" she boasts, a glint in her eyes.

You nod, smiling and motioning for her to keep talking. You liked seeing her get fired up about this kind of thing. "I also like the danger that comes with this kind of exploration. The stuff I encounter is dangerous, sure, but it's so satisfying to win! I used to wrestle with Rags all the time, but I'm pretty sure he always let me win. Other than those things... I guess I'm also into swimming and hanging out with my friends," she finishes. "Now, I've been doing all the talking... Anything you would like to share?"
>Your life before you woke up here
>The achievements of the Earless
>What your hobbies were
>Nah, you don't have anything interesting to say
>Write-in

>>1648965
>>Your life before you woke up here

>>1648965
>>Your life before you woke up here

>>1648965
>Your life before you woke up here
If she's so interested in ancient folks, then maybe she wants to know stuff about humans

>>1648965

>"So that's why you thought I could deactivate that droid..."

>Let's see the protag's life.

>>1648965
>>Your life before you woke up here
>>The achievements of the Earless
I mean, we admire the achievements of the Romans and other ancient civilization, might as well get them transcribed somehow.

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>>1649091
I'm iffy on the achievements part.
It has a high change of becoming a tad bit too HFY and put some people off and it might also fall into the other side of the spectrum and come off as some pansy ass misanthropic spiel that all the edgy youth get wet over.
Best not to say anything about it unless specifically asked, in my opinion

Those droids were probably made by humans. Guess that explains why she thought you'd be able to stop them. Shame that you couldn't. "Hmm... You seemed interested in the ancient folks, so how about I give you a firsthand account?" you offer.

"Really? You'd do that for me?" her eyes light up, and her ears perk up. You think about where to begin. You decide to tell her a bit of an autobiography.

You explain how you were born to a middle class family. You always felt loved by your family in your early years and even had a cute little sister who was a couple of years younger. Unfortunately, your mother had died in a crash when a drunk driver hit her at full speed. The entire family was devastated, but you can say that it probably hit your father the hardest. He went from a kind and loving man to a distant, cold person who drank his sorrows away.

Things fell apart. You stopped going out as much and dropped out of college when you realized that you'd never be able to pay for it after your father drank away all of your family's savings. His attitude rubbed off on your little sister, and you two fought more and grew ever more distant. Hostilities increased so much that you were out of the house as soon as you could be. You used the meager savings from your high school job to rent a crappy room far from home.

You had few friends to speak of. You heard rumors that your father had sobered up and was looking for you, and you always told yourself you would get around to checking up on them for your sister's sake at least. But, like the procrastinator you were in high school, you never got around to it. You spent your days getting in pointless arguments on imageboards, playing video games, eating, and sleeping. Anything to distract you from the state you let your life fall into. You don't remember exactly how you ended up in that chamber, but perhaps you would eventually remember.

If you had any regrets from that world, you would guess it was that you never did find out what happened to them and turned your life around. That's why you were using this time in this new world as a second chance. Naomi had listened intently to your story and patted you on the back. You brushed it off, saying that you can't change the past and that there's no point dwelling on it. Clearing your throat, you changed the subject to something... happier. The achievements humans had made.

You watched her face light up as she learned about the great pyramids of Egypt, the time your country put a man on the moon, the architecture of the ancient Greeks and Romans and what you could remember about the empires that rose and fell. She seemed intrigued about vast landmasses that were conquered. You learned that now there were only islands, kind of like that one Zelda game. Naomi thanked you for sharing and left after you promised to share more about that world later.

So, you headed to the sleeping quarters. It had been a long day, so you quickly fell asleep.

[/b]End of Chapter 1[/b]

>>1648965
>Your life before you woke up here
>The achievements of the Earless
>What your hobbies were

might as well right?

>>1649199
Aaand I fuck up on the formatting at the end. Just like the start of the thread. Oh well. Bookends, right? Anywhooo:

Thank you for playing! This was my first time ever as a QM, and now is the time to comment about questions, concerns, and critiques. I know it wasn't perfect, but I hope you enjoyed the quest just as much as I did and hope that you show up for future sessions!

I plan on starting again tomorrow at 10 AM PST, so be there if you want more. I will be using this thread. If anything changes, I'll post it to Twitter:
https://twitter.com/CatastropheQM

>>1649210
I'm terrible at critiquing but I enjoyed it so far, just followed you on twitter. Can't wait to see where this goes from here.

>>1649210
Really enjoyed reading what you wrote and can't wait for more!

>>1649218
>>1649227
Thank you both!

>>1649210
Thanks for running!

>>1649240
It was a lot of fun! Thanks for showing up!

Of course i fell asleep right before yhe last posts. Really enjoying it so far.

You are awoken by the sound of the ship’s horn blaring. You stretch your arms and groan. You felt much better after a good night of rest on your own terms. Your clothes were still much too big for someone your size, but they would have to do until you were on land. Your hair is no longer damp. It seems that the sleeping quarters are empty, so you probably slept in. You decide to take this time to think over your current situation.

You’re still not dreaming, that’s for sure. You look over your arms and legs. They are still as thin as ever. You guessed that you had been sort of hibernating for the last few hundred years if what you heard about the “Earless” from Naomi was true. Speaking of whom, you enjoyed her company. She had a sense of humor, was nice to you, and was cute. Her father-figure, Rags, was mostly quiet when you were around, but maybe he just didn’t like speaking with strangers. Who knows? When you think about it though, if Naomi and Rags hadn’t found you, you might have stayed that way forever, or maybe the power would have eventually run out, leaving you to die silently. If you were still alive though, maybe there were other Earless out there, somewhere. Maybe you could help in the search. Maybe not. Regardless, this really was like being brought back from the dead in a new world. You had to make this second life worth it.

Still, you could not help but wonder what it entailed for you. To these people, you were living history. It would probably make you a minor celebrity. That was sort of neat even if you were not normally one to seek attention. Plus, you get to see how technology and society has changed since you last set foot on this Earth.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the blaring of the ship’s horn again. That was the second one. You should probably go see what it’s all about, or you could do something else first. You were feeling a bit hungry, after all. Or you could poke around a bit.

>Head to the main deck to see what the horn means. Horns are important, right?
>Get breakfast. You know where the kitchen is now after all.
>Wander around the ship. Maybe you’ll find someone or something new.
>Find Naomi. Stick with what you know, right?
>Find Rags. It might be helpful to get to know him and maybe patch things up after that first impression.
>Write-in

>>1650342
>Explore the ship
Catgirl and dadcat are okay but lets find out more about this world

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>>1650342
>>Find Rags. It might be helpful to get to know him and maybe patch things up after that first impression.
Plus, he's the only other person we know for certain speaks our language albeit somewhat poorly.
Lets not assume everyone on the ship will understand us and we them.

>>1650342
>>Find Rags. It might be helpful to get to know him and maybe patch things up after that first impression.

>>1650342
>>Head to the main deck to see what the horn means. Horns are important, right?

Writing.

After a bit of thought, you decide to go ahead and find Rags. For one, we know for sure that he speaks English, even if it’s not perfect by his own admission. Besides, you haven’t really talked to him since the whole incident where he probably would’ve turned you to pulp if Naomi hadn’t stepped in. Speaking of which, you owe her for that still. With that in mind, you set off to find Rags.

As you step into the hall on the lower deck, it occurs to you that you do not really know where you would find him on the ship. It’s a pretty big ship with plenty of people to find, so how are you going to find him? You think for a few moments. He seems to be one of the stronger men on the ship, so perhaps he was also involved with the cargo and such? Well, it was as good of a guess as you were going to get. You make your way down the ship. You pass by many members of the crew dressed in various articles of clothing. Some wore clothes you would find out of one of those Hollywood pirate films. Others were in more “modern” clothes like you would have expected to find on an ocean liner. Others still walked around in diving gear, ranging from skin-tight wetsuits to those heavier diving suits with helmets. Maybe the dress code wasn’t very strict, if it existed at all.

Still, everyone you passed had two things in common, of course. The ears and tails of various mammals. You saw cats, dogs, foxes, rabbits, and more. They all gave you a second look, and on occasion one would say something to you. Of course, it was in that language you did not not understand. When they saw the confused look on your face, however, they seemed to understand and went on their way. So, English was not very common in this world. That might be an issue later, but that could wait. For now, your goal is to find Rags. You eventually found someone who spoke in very broken English, but he directed you in the right general direction to Rags eventually.

When you found him, he was surrounded by other men. They seemed to be laughing and telling jokes in that language. As you entered the room, the smell of smoke invaded your nostrils. Taking a closer look, you could see cigars in some of their hands. Rags seems to be enjoying himself with the other men. They haven’t even noticed you yet.

>Call Rags over from afar
>Walk over to the group and get his attention
>Don’t interrupt him and do something else.
>Write-in

>>1650416
>>Walk over to the group and get his attention

>>1650416
>>Don’t interrupt him and do something else.
Welp, guess he's having a swell time with his buddies.
I'd say we could join in, but I'm pretty sure we'd spaghetti ourselves due to the fact we can barely understand each other, and apparently the horn wasn't something important if everyone just chills.
Lets get some grub instead.

>>1650416
>>Don’t interrupt him and do something else.
>>See if we can find anyone else who speaks english on the ship.

>Don't interrupt him
We don't want to get on this guy nerves. Explore the ship

You decide against interrupting him and his crew. He seemed to be having a good time, and there was no guarantee that his buds would speak English either. Thus, you headed back into the hall. You needed to explore the ship a bit more. Maybe you will get something to eat. The day is still young. You’re lost in thoughts about what to do as you round a corner. You feel a sharp pain as something bumps into your chest and a squeak.

“Oof!” you cry as you are knocked squarely on your ass. Something clatters to the floor nearby. Shaking your head, you take a look up to see what you had run into. You see a petite girl on her hands and knees in front of you. She is wearing a white coat of some kind over a plain black top and blue skirt. Her skin is pale, and a pair of white furry round ears are atop her head with a long pink tail visible behind her. You think she is talking to you as she appears to be searching for something on the floor. With a quick glance, you think you have found it. You press the glasses to her hand, which she snatches and puts on speedily. She looks up at you and says something happily with a nod. You tilt your head a bit to convey confusion. Then, she seems to take notice of something before clearing her throat.

“A-ah! You must b-be the E-Earless o-one the C-Captain mentioned!” she stammers. So she speaks English. Good. “S-sorry f-for not r-realizing earlier!” she apologizes. She seems quite nervous to say the absolute least. “I-I hope y-you w-weren’t h-hurt by the f-fall!” she quickly adds. You brush it off with a confident smirk and get up, offering your hand. She accepts, and you help her up. “W-would y-you m-mind coming w-with me?” she asks, glancing to the side a few times. You take a few moments to decide how you will respond.

>Just go with her. Must be important, right?
>Try to calm her down.
>Ask why you are needed.
>Ask who exactly she is.
>Write-in

>>1650471
>>Ask why you are needed.
And will food be involved?

>>1650471
>Sure, why not?
>Ask who exactly she is.

I wonder... Is she a rat or amouse maybe? That eould explain her skittishness.

>>1650471
>>Try to calm her down.
>>Ask why you are needed.

>>1650480
90% sure shes a mouse

>>1650471
>Ask who exactly she is
>Ask why you are needed
>Ask if there's any food involved

Writing.

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>>1650480
>>1650484
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kygx2KgOI9g

>>1650502
To figure out for sure, all's we need to do is capsize the boat. Everyone knows rats flee sinking ships!

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>>1650507
Damn nigga, quick thinking!

Writing.

You place your hand on your shoulder. She recoils from your touch. Right. You’re a stranger from a civilization that were barbarians for all they knew. Probably not the best idea to get too friendly. You pull your arm away and clear your throat. What was it your college therapist told you to do when nervous again?

“Alright,” you say to her calmly, “take a few deep breaths.” She gulps and does as told. You think it helps. At least, she didn’t seem ready to bolt at any given moment anymore.

“A-ah… Thank you for that,” she says, bowing her head. You try to give her a friendly smile.

“Ah, nothing to it. I remember a few tricks,” you reply. As she adjusts her glasses, you take another look at her ears and tail. Yep. Her ears are round and white like her hair. Behind her is a slender pink tail. You are pretty sure she’s a mouse. Or maybe a rat. Hmm… Wait a sec. You think saw a documentary about this. Mice are inside, and she’s inside the ship. You still needed to find out for sure though. She seems a bit confused by the dumb grin on your face. “Hey,” you say, “hypothetically, if the ship was sinking, what would you do?”

She seems alarmed at your question. “W-why I-I w-would h-help the crew e-escape by the captain’s s-side o-of course!” she squeaks. “Wh-why would you ask th-that? Y-you’re n-not p-planning anything, are you?” She frowns. Definitely a mouse. Everyone knows a rat would flee in that situation. Flawless reasoning.

“Of course I wouldn’t,” you reply with a wave of your hand. Then, you remember that you should probably ask something. “Mind telling me what your position is here?”

“I-I am the ship’s anthropologist… I’m here to study the artifacts these ship brings up before they’re traded away. W-When I’m not doing that, I guess you could call me the unofficial assistant to the captain,” she responds, fidgeting with a button on her coat. “I-if that’s all you wanted to ask, will you come with me n-now?” she requests.

You put up your hand. “Not so fast. Two more questions. One, what do you need me for, and two, is there food?” It takes a few moments for her to respond.

“C-captain’s orders. H-he wants to meet the Earless before we head ashore. And I c-can arrange for some food,” she answers. That’s good enough for you, so you follow. She escorts you to the Captain’s quarters. The place reeks of tobacco. You find a man with pointed ears staring at a map and compass. A bushy tail rests behind him. He waves you over, and you take a seat in front of him.

“Welcome to the ship, lad! We got a lot to talk about! Care fer a smoke?” he asks, offering you a cigar.

>Heartily accept it
>Politely reject it
>Change the subject
>Write-in

>>1650538
>Politely reject it

As potentially the last surviving member of our species, I don't think it'd be the best idea to start hitting the cancer sticks.

>>1650538

>Politely reject it

Fuck for all you know he could be smoking catnip. Besides, the food and clothing, while familiar, could have enough variation to get you incredibly addicted or killed.

>>1650538
>>Politely reject it

>>1650538
>Politely reject it
I treat my body like a shriveled temple, kind cat eared stranger.

>>1650567
Pretty sure the captain's a fox.

>>1650538
>Write-in
Reject it, and maybe tell him jokingly.
>"Smokers never win, captain, be brighter, put down that lighter, because you're a fool, if you think smoking makes you cool."
Say it with a straight face too.

Writing.

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>>1650575

It's just a fucking smoke holy christ

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>>1650620
>taking what people are posting too seriously

Relax man, people are just having some fun with it

You put a hand up. You don’t need to smoke. As the last surviving Earless, you figure you have a responsibility to try avoiding cancer. “I think I’ll pass, captain,” you say. “Smokers never win, captain, be brighter, put down that lighter, because you're a fool, if you think smoking makes you cool,” you say with the most neutral expression you can muster. The captain withdraws his hand and puffs some smoke, not saying anything for a few moments. Then, he gives a you hearty laugh.

The captain puts on a grin. “I c’n respect that. I like a man who is confident enough in his principles to joke about ‘em, even if I don’t personally agree with ‘em,” he replies. Phew, so he got your joke. “Jus’ don’t expect me ta play along with it,” he adds, swinging his feet up onto the table in front of him.. “So, ‘bout why I called ya down here. We’re about ta head ashore and refuel. I don’ wanna keep you locked up ‘ere. So, I wanted ta send you on a li’l errand. O’course, if er not up to it, I can get one of my men to do it, but I’ll expect you to stay here in that case,” he explains.

He pauses as an older fellow enters the room with a plate and places well-prepared phish on the table in front of you. The smell of spices and herbs permeated the room. It seems the kitchen staff really went all out for the captain. He motions for you to start digging in, which you happily do. It tastes heavenly, the fat and juices dribbling down your chin.

“As fer what the errand is, since I know yer gonna ask, it’s jus’ a li’l pickup. Nothin’ too hard. I’ll send you with an escort, of course so ya don’t get lost or run out on me. I’ll even let ya pick who to come if ya want. We got a deal?” he asks. You swallow your bite and consider the offer.

>Accept the deal. Bring Naomi.
>Accept the deal. Bring Rags.
>Accept the deal. Ask for that mouse girl.
>Accept the deal. Let the Captain choose any crew member he wants.
>Reject the deal. He was a bit vague on the details.
>Other?

>>1650643
>>Accept the deal. Bring Rags.
Bro bonding. And make sure he doesn't pulp us!

>>1650643
>>Accept the deal. Let the Captain choose any crew member he wants.

>>1650643
>Accept the deal. Bring Rags.
It'd be nice to get to know him a bit, though we may have some language trouble it shouldn't be too bad.

>>1650643
>>Accept the deal. Ask for that mouse girl.

>>1650643
>Accept the deal. Bring Rags.

>>1650643
>Accept the deal. Let the Captain choose any crew member he wants.

>>1650643
>>Accept the deal. Let the Captain choose any crew member he wants.

Bring Rags and let the Captain choose are tied. I will extend the voting ten minutes for a tiebreaker. If there is not one, I will roll to break it.

>>1650643
>>Accept the deal. Let the Captain choose any crew member he wants.

Writing.

You wipe the grease off your face with your arm and nod. “I’ll take you up on your deal, captain,” you accept, offering a handshake. He takes your hand and gives you a firm shake.

“Excellent, Earless one!” he announces. “Ah, that reminds me. What do you call yourself?” he asks. You inform him that your name is Jack. “Ah, good, good. Jack. I’m Captain Roger Beauregard, but my crew jus’ calls me Captain,” he introduces himself. He’s a tall man with a scar on his cheek. You notice a chip in one of his maroon-furred ears. His boots are black and scuffed. His tail is bushy with a white tip. Definitely a fox. He always had a sly smile on his face, like he knew something you didn’t.

He clears his throat and stands from his captain’s chair. “Before I send you off, we need you to blend in a bit more with the locals,” he states as he opens a drawer. “Here.” He tosses you a black hood and some boots. “Use that to cover yer head ‘n ears. We don’t want you attractin’ too much attention, and use those to avoid gettin’ a splinter,” he explains. You nod, fitting the hood over your head. It’s a bit big for you, but it does its job. The boots are old and cracked, but they aren’t falling apart. They are a bit on the small side, but they’ll have to do. He drops a small leather bag on the table. You can hear it jangle as it hits the surface. You guessed that there was money of some kind in there. “Yer gonna be using that to pay, got it?” You nod quickly, taking the bag. “Good. So, who did you wanna take with ya?” he asks. You think for a few moments before deciding.

“Actually, captain, I was thinking you could choose. Preferably someone who knows English,” you reply.

“Is that so?” He crosses his arms and closes his eyes for a minute to think. “Ah, that person will do. Head down to the dock. She’ll meet you there,” the captain says, waving you away. You nod. With the leather bag in hand, you make your way down to the wooden docks. The sun is high in the sky and baking you. Damn, you wish you could take this hood off. Minutes pass before you hear footsteps approach. Turning your head to the source, you see a tall woman.

She dons a simple set of clothes. She appears to be wearing a white linen shirt and black leggings. Her ears were similar to the captain’s, but the fur on her tail was wilder. Her fur and hair were a grey color color. They looked canine. She looked like she was sneering at you. “So, you’re the punk that ruined the last expedition, eh?” she says to you in a contemptuous tone. “Don’t expect any special treatment from me just ‘cause you’re less evolved,” the girl adds in that same voice.

>Defend yourself.
>Less evolved?
>Insult her right back.
>Ignore her attitude and focus on that errand.
>Write-in

>Less evolved?
Yeah? At least im not a walking fur fetish. Nice to meet you. Im jack.

>>1650782
>Less evolved?

>>1650782
>>Insult her right back.
I'm pretty sure some lonely basement dwelling nerd made your ancestors actually while i was a popsicle. Because adding those ears and tails to someon is such a common and pedestrian fetish.

>>1650782
>>Less evolved?
>Might not be as fit as you but you guys might have traded your smarts away

>>1650782
>>Less evolved?
>>Insult her right back.
Good to see the holier than thou cunts are still around, guess some stuff never changes.

>>1650782
>less evolved?
>yes, how dare I even think to speak to my genetic superiors, your people's evolution must be so much better then my own. Only a real person could see the ultimate path of fluffy ears and tails. To think an uncouth barbarian such as myself had the audacity to even breath the same air as you. What next, you want me to pick your cotton while you go back on the boat to have yourself some sweet tea? Lady I just found out that I may be the last human being left and that everyone I've ever known and loved is dead, I found all this out a day ago and am still processing it. Thought maybe, hey could use some fresh air and try to cool down. Then your xenophobic ass comes in and starts trying to be all shitty, so if you could kindly please shut the fuck up, that'd be great for both of us, thanks.

>>1650782
>Insult her right back.

"Oh so this is what became of dogs! Brilliant to think our oldest servant race didn't die out. Why I remember my first dog: Fluffy. She was a brilliant thing. In fact, I think I'll call you that. That or bitch, seeing as you ARE a female dog and the double meaning amuses me."

OR

"Yet mine are the people who came first, built first, thought first and probably some of the things that made yours. Didn't anyone ever tell you to respect your elders?"

>>1650834
supporting

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>these insults
Fuck, some of these are good. I don't know which to choose.

Writing.

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>>1650852
Man, fuck her

>>1650857
That comes later.

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>>1650860

>>1650862
We have to start repopulating somewhere right?

>>1650864
Oh god the genetics involved in making a baby with one of these things is going to be a roller coaster.

>>1650866
Don't worry. If the waifu-makers of our ancestors were smart they are genetically compatible.

>>1650869
We can only hope

>>1650866
It will either work out completely fine because fiction or our kid will be an abomination. Assuming reproduction is even possible.

>>1650872
Why anon, don't you know? Genetic compatibility goes a long way, neanderthals and homo sapiens could procreate without problem.

>>1650902
Depends, are the furries a separate race or are they actually an evolutionary descendant of Homo sapiens?

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>all this talk about reproduction

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“Less evolved?” you respond, taken aback by her aggression.

“Yeah? Survival of the fittest, you know? Ever think about why the Earless died out? They replaced the homo erections or whatever, and the Kemomimi replaced them. It’s a simple matter of logic, really,” she replies smugly.

Wow. So kemomimi supremacists are around. Guess, at their core, they are still human. It was a bit comforting to know that things might not be so different from the world you left behind. Still, you weren’t going to take these insults lying down. You had your honor to defend. Then, it hits you.

“Oh, so this is what became of dogs! Brilliant to think our oldest servant race didn't die out. Why I remember my first dog: Fluffy. She was a brilliant thing. In fact, I think I'll call you that. That or bitch, seeing as you are a female dog and the double meaning amuses me,” you retort.

“What did you just say?” she growls, grabbing the neck of your shirt. “This’ll teach you to make fun of me!” she bellows as she winds back for a punch.

“Ah. Ah. Ah.” You put a finger up. “I don’t think your dear captain would appreciate knowing about this little fight. I would love to tell him about our little spat and how you could have killed the only one capable of controlling the Earless’ technology,” you tell her with a smirk. Growling still, she reluctantly lets you go.

>”Now, come along, Fluffy! We’ve got an errand to run!”
>”C’mon, doggy. Let’s go for a walk! Maybe you’ll get a treat if you behave!”
>Lay off the insults. For now. Just get the job done.
>Walk off without a word.
>Write-in.

>>1650914
>OP chooses your insult.
T-thanks man.

>>1650914
>”C’mon, doggy. Let’s go for a walk! Maybe you’ll get a treat if you behave!”


I am going to enjoy doing this to everyone we meet. Telling them what our people did to their ancestors and treating them either mockingly or lovingly.

>>1650914
>>”Now, come along, Fluffy! We’ve got an errand to run!”


>>1650919
I still laugh when i re-read it man 10/10 insult

>>1650924
Thanks and just wait until we encounter a group of belligerent specisists. It'd be fun showing how each of their species worked or was tamed by us at some point.


Except the fox people. They are good.

>>1650914
>”Now, come along, Fluffy! We’ve got an errand to run!”
Bitch

>>1650944
We can change that. Given time and...incentives.

>”C’mon, doggy. Let’s go for a walk! Maybe you’ll get a treat if you behave!”

>>1650914
>>”Now, come along, Fluffy! We’ve got an errand to run!”

Writing.

>>1650932

we actually have trained foxes. You can get them from Russia for about 1-2k, they are all silver.

>>1651010
That is adorable. Well I can't think of any other note worthy races that we can't insult then. Job done on the human supremacy program.

“Come along, Fluffy! We’ve got an errand to run!” you snickered at her.

“It’s not Fluffy, it’s Amber, jackass!” she snaps, elbowing you as she takes the lead. Ouch. Holding your side, you follow her. The captain must’ve given her the directions to wherever this errand took place. Probably best to not provoke her lest she ditch you or something.

As you make your way through the town, you note it’s simple style. The houses compact. You guess that they only contain a single room. The roads are dirt, and you note that there is not a lightbulb in sight. They must use candlelight or something. You keep your head down to avoid attracting attention. Rags’ oversized shirt actually worked to your advantage here. No one could see your backside, meaning they could not tell that you lacked a tail. The shadow the hood cast over your face along with your uncut unkempt hair hid your ears as long as no one looked too closely.

Amber kept taking glances around the area as if paranoid. You told yourself it was probably nothing, but you kept your guard up and clutched the leather bag tightly just in case. You found yourself traveling to an area of the town that looked less and less kept. Buildings were abandoned. Windows were broken. You thought you saw something out of the corner of your eye, but every time you looked it had vanished. You really didn’t want to stay here any longer than necessary. She stops in a dark alleyway and seems to be awaiting something. This is shady. You did not sign up for this. You clutch the bag so tightly your nails dig into your skin. You attempt to slow your heart with deep breaths to little effect.

She knows what you two are doing, right? Maybe you should ask her something.

>”Is this legal?”
>”Do you have anything I can use to defend myself? In case we’re separated…?”
>”I think I’ve changed my mind. Can we go back to the ship?”
>”This is safe, right?”
>Say nothing. Show no weakness.

>>1651045
"So no questions for the person from the distant past?"

>>1651024
Oh yeah, if you look at history and science, humanity has more or less enslaved or humiliated every other species on the face of the earth. We will not be low on insults, like ever. You wanna hear about how those same silver foxes were purposely bred and domesticated within the scientist's lifetime just to she if we could?

>>1651051
God I love scientists. The random shit they do is funny as hell.

>>1651045
>>Say nothing. Show no weakness.

>”Do you have anything I can use to defend myself? In case we’re separated…?”

>>1651045
>>”Do you have anything I can use to defend myself? In case we’re separated…?”
>Ya might have seen what a multi century freezer nap did to my constitution and well tool use was one of our main advantages.

>>1651045
>>”Do you have anything I can use to defend myself? In case we’re separated…?”

>>1651073
seconding

>>1651045
>"So no questions for the person from the distant past?"

Writing.

Did the Captain seriously send you in with no way to defend yourself whatsoever? “Hey, uh, Amber, do ya have anything I can use to defend myself? Ya know, in case we’re separated or whatever,” you ask, trying to keep your voice steady.

“What are ya, a scaredy cat?” she mocks you, her arms crossed.

“Well, ya might have seen what a multi-century freezer nap did to my constitution, and, well, tool use was sorta one of our main advantages,” you quip back.

“Oh, tough guy, are ya? Fine. Take this,” she says, thrusting the hilt of a knife to your chest, which you take gingerly. It’s dull and quite small, the blade perhaps three inches. “Now I won’t have to defend you, so thanks for taking that responsibility off my back. I really appreciate it,” she shot back at you. Tch. At least you’re not completely helpless now.

“So, any questions for someone from the distant past?” you ask, trying to ease the tension of this situation.

“Tch, why couldn’t you have died with the rest of them?” she scoffs. Cold. You’ll take that as a no.

Then, someone arrives at the other end of the alleyway. He’s lithe and covers his face with a fedora. Yep. This is super shady. He wears a large trench coat and has a duffel bag in hand. His ears and tail are concealed, so you can’t make out what animal he is. He says something in that language. Amber responds in kind. Then, she motions for you to hand her the bag, which you do eagerly. You didn’t feel like getting mugged today.

She tosses him the bag. He snatches it out of the air with catlike reflexes. In return, he hands Amber the bag. You two are just about to leave when he shakes the bag a bit. He seems to frown and removes the string and dumps its contents to the floor. A handful of soda tabs clatter onto the floor. Amber curses under her breath. His head snaps toward you and Amber so quickly his hat falls to the side. He was pissed. With the snap of his fingers, figures emerge on each side of the alleyway, making it a lot harder to escape.

Your breathing picked up the pace, and you felt the adrenaline flowing. Shit. This is bad. You need to figure out how to deal with these thugs. You count two at the ends of the alleyway plus their boss. You’re outnumbered three to two. What do you do?

>Fight. Attempt to beat up these thugs with Amber.
>Flight. Run with your tail between your legs.
>Split up. Every man for himself. Leave Amber behind as a distraction for your escape.
>Write-in. Think of a plan on the spot!

>>1651164
>Write-in. Think of a plan on the spot!
Spit one in the eye, then find out if these creatures still have balls the hard way!

>>1651164
>Write-in. Think of a plan on the spot!
Stumble back, trip into the guy nearest you and stab them in the throat while motioning for a punch to his face. All animals instinctively protect the face, and even if the knife is dull, hitting the throat will do a lot of damage.
>>1651173
This works too, just so long as we finish them off. Humans are cruel, cold, and merciless to the "Other".

>>1651164
What do these folks know about ancients? Nothing? What about trying to scare them off? Are they superstitious?
>Reveal yourself and start spoking gibberish while pretending to be casting a spell

man for a moment there i thought the cap was selling us and we ourselves were doing the errand

>>1651164
>Write-in. Think of a plan on the spot!
Get our back to a wall, or Amber, with our knife up. Try and convince them Jack had nothing to do with it, or stay quiet if Amber tries to negotiate too.

>>1651164
>Write-in. Think of a plan on the spot!
Time to take advantage of everything I've learned from fighting dirty.


First off is the floor sandy or made of loose dirt / gravel? Grab a handful or two if so and throw it in their eyes before either engaging or running.

If engaging the now blinded enemy, crouch down so their strikes go over you and stab into their armpits, in order to cut the vital nerves and blood vessels for their arms or into the area behind their knees to achieve similar effects.

If all else fails, give them a makeshift vasectomy.


See if we can't get our hands on the bag as well, depending on how large it is we could place it over the head of one of them blinding them slightly longer.

>>1651164
>>Write-in. Think of a plan on the spot!
>Remember that their ears are sensitive

>>1651209
I don't know if we can aggressively fondle our way to victory but I kinda want to try.

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>>1651229
I think that they mean something more like this.

>>1651262
At that point you would be better off aiming for the eyes or stabbing it into the ear than through / across it. Greater damage, more bleeding, more pain and you fuck up their hearing and potentially even hit their brain.

>>1651229
I mean, I wouldn't stop you from trying.
Anyway, I am extending the voting period by 15 minutes. If no option has a majority, I will roll for your action.

>>1651173
I vote for this

Voting period is up. Roll me some 1d100s. Best of three.

>>1651279
Just roll OP

Rolled 43 (1d100)

>>1651324

Rolled 84 (1d100)

>>1651324

Rolled 72 (1d100)

Goooo

Writing.

Something has come up in my real life. For the time being, I'll have to put this on pause. I'm sorry for leaving on such short notice, but this is really important. I don't know when or if I'll be back. If I'm still gone on Friday, assume I'm dead. Again, I'm so sorry about leaving you hanging like this. Enjoy the rest of your weekends.

>>1651365
I'm sorry to hear that, I'll be awaiting your return.

Good luck and god speed.

>>1648620
>This place is infinitely more exciting than shitposting on a Mongolian cave painting board and having waifu wars!
Fuck's sake, QM, you actually made me laugh.

>>1651365
Damn son. Good luck, hope to hear back from you

>>1651365
f

Best hopes for whatever the fuck came up, hope you make it back in one piece.

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>>1651365
god speed friend, see you next week hopefully.

Hey. Sorry for disappearing yesterday. Things are looking better, and I appreciated your comments of support. As of right now, I'm looking to run again on Friday. I'll let you know on Twitter when I can finalize the time. Thanks for understanding.

Twitter: https://twitter.com/CatastropheQM

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>>1653678
God to see you haven't died on us man, and god to see everything is ok! See you Friday!

>>1653678
Nice to know you didnt get dead on us, whatever the hell went down. See you friday.

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>>1653678
>CATastrophe Quest won't die
There... There really is a God...

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>>1653678
Ahh I'm so happy your alive!
Have some cute smol animal ear girls being cute.