>>2817084
First for it begins.

>>2817084
First for FQ finale

>>2817084
Time to die.

>>2817084
>PREVIOUSLY:
>-Everything went wrong, all at once.

Yeah that pretty much fucking sums it up right there.

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>>2817084
First for - E Y E P A T C H -

first for last

>>2817084
Ohhhh boy

Waiting warmly.

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April 21, 2015

"I'm gonna hang this on my wall! No, wait -- I'm gonna make it into a lamp and put it in my bedroom! No! I'm gonna eat Cocoa Puffs out of it every d--"

You snatch the trophy from Whitney. "It doesn't belong to you. It belongs to the team."

"Like fuck it doesn't belong to me! I won it!"

"You answered one question. One!"

"P'yeah," Whitney chuffs derisively. "The most important question of all. If it wasn't for me, we'd all be going home losers right now."

She hurries ahead of you and twirls around, blocking your path through the hotel's hallway. She holds her index finger and her thumb in the shape of an L on her forehead. She uses the wrong hand; the L is backwards.

"If any single one of us deserves the trophy, it's me," Rose says. "I was the most valuable team member, points-wise."

"Fuck you," you say. "I had better stats in the tournament. I answered 229 questions right and only 12 wrong. Your score was 190 right, 14 wrong. I win - again."

"You were keeping count?" Rose hums.

"I swear to--"

"Anyway, you're off. You only answered 227. And I answered 194. More importantly, my cumulative point total was higher. Ergo, I'm the MVP."

"The only reason your point total was higher is because the score distribution is biased towards math questions--"

"So? If you knew how to fucking count, you wouldn't be behind on points--"

"I swear I will beat you until y--"

"Suckers!" Whitney cries. Only as she's halfway down the hall do you realize she took advantage of your bickering to steal the trophy back from you.

"Get back here, you idiot!" Rose screams. She breaks into a trot and tries to chase her, but it's an embarrassing display. She isn't even a quarter of the way down the hall before Whitney rounds the corner and disappears.

"I blame you for this," you tell Rose.

She stops and steadies herself against the wall with a forearm. "Go to hell," she says, panting lightly. "You let her take it from you."

"Go get packed, you dumb fat cow," you sneer as you pass her by. "...See you on the bus."

You get back to your hotel room a couple minutes later. You figure you'll find Cerise there passed out drunk. She wasn't at the championship match, so where else would she be?

But when you open the door and step inside, she's not there.

"Cerise?" You call, expecting to hear her respond from inside the bathroom, telling you to fuck off.

No response.

You feel the beginnings of a knot in your stomach.

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Congratulations on making it to the end of the season, OP! Have this Rose from my artist friend.

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>>2817124
>No response.
>You feel the beginnings of a knot in your stomach.
Oh no

>>2817124
>"Like fuck it doesn't belong to me! I won it!"
>"You answered one question. One!"
>"P'yeah," Whitney chuffs derisively. "The most important question of all. If it wasn't for me, we'd all be going home losers right now."

SMARTEST GIRL IN THE UNIVERSE!

>>2817142
this is a precious thing

>>2817142
>actual FQ fanart
nice

>>2817152
>Whitney engineered a fight between Rose and Alabaster in order to distract them while she escaped
GENIUS

>>2817142
Not a fan of the artstyle but this is really well made

>>2817124
>She uses the wrong hand; the L is backwards.
Best girl and smartest girl.

>>2817142
>fanart of this quality
I love you guys.

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"No, no, no -- I won't! I won't, Alabaster!"

She's serious. Whitney never uses your full name.

You force the slip of paper into her hand. It has Saul's phone number written on it. "Please. This is our future now... if what that lawyer just told you is true, you need to act as fast as possible--"

"I need to be with you! You can't just, just -- go on a suicide mission and expect me to stay

---

The next thing you know, you're on your back, staring at the ceiling of Galatea's apartment. The power flickers. Her generator must be running out of juice.

"--all right?" You hear, as your vision comes back into focus from out of a blurred white thrum. You sit up, rubbing your head. Whitney is kneeling beside you.

"I'm fine..." you say, but even you can hear how groggy your voice is. "What happened?"

"You fell over."

You shake it off. "Did Tyrus's men already leave?"

Her brow furrows. "Yeah... you've been passed out for like 20 minutes, Ally."

You try to stand, but you're still woozy, and you almost fall again. Whitney grabs one of your arms with both of her hands to steady you. She rises now, and helps you the rest of the way up.

"Call Saul," you tell her. "He can help get started on whatever legal bullshit you need... to make sure you get your inheritance..." You weakly try to push past her, but she stops you. "Whitney... I gotta go..." you mumble.

"You just fainted for literally no reason. You're not still thinking of going back there, are you?"

You sit on the couch in the living room to gather your strength again. Only as you sit do you notice Galatea beside you, her knees curled up under her tee in her usual stance. She's staring blankly ahead at nothing.

You glance back up at Whitney. "Alex is in trouble. And it's because of me. I need to be there for him."

Whitney rubs her elbow and can hardly face you.

Despite what she said at first, Alex matters to her too. She understands how you feel.

It's not just Alex, either. You have Sable to worry about. And more than that: the fate of Darkbloom Analytics.

Everything is different now, after that phone call. Darkbloom Analytics isn't a beast you need to slay. It's your girlfriend's chief financial asset.

No - more than just a financial asset. According to his attorney, David Darkbloom had traps and key-man provisions baked into the legal structure of the company. It was his final twist of the knife to Mara from beyond the grave: he secretly retained the ability to name the next CEO in his will. And that CEO is Whitney.

"You're a multi-billionaire now," you say, still unable to process the meaning behind those words.

"No shit, Sherlock. I hit the lottery. Great. It doesn't mean anything if you're dead!"

"Then I won't die."

Whitney stomps her foot.

[ ] Let her come with you to rescue Alex and Sable.
[ ] Better call Saul. (Sideline Whitney to keep her safe and get her started on claiming her inheritance.)

>>2817178
>[x] Better call Saul

>>2817178
>Let her come with
There's no way in hell she's getting that inheritance, and if she's going to it doesn't matter whether she calls now or tomorrow. We need someone who can go ape on some mobsters

>>2817178
>[x] Better call Saul.
Whitney is THE SMARTEST, but she doesn't have plot armor like we do.

>>2817178
>[X] Let her come with you to rescue Alex and Sable.

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>>2817178
>Then I won't die.

Camelia and Galatea are glitching. Fuck fuck fuck.

>[x]Better call Saul.

>>2817178
>[x] Let her come with you to rescue Alex and Sable.
Let's be honest, she'd probably come anyway.

>>2817192
Honestly with her set to inherit DA (which is probably going to be the hook for S3) she kind of does

>>2817178
>[x] Better call Saul.

>Her brow furrows. "Yeah... you've been passed out for like 20 minutes, Ally."
Fuck!

>>2817178
[x] Better Call Saul.

>>2817197
Stop

>>2817178
>>[x] Let her come with you to rescue Alex and Sable.

>>2817178
>"No, no, no -- I won't! I won't, Alabaster!"

>She's serious. Whitney never uses your full name.
We are seriously a married couple.

>[X] Let her come with you to rescue Alex and Sable.
We said it, this is our future now.

>>2817178
>[x] Let her come with you to rescue Alex and Sable.

>>2817178
[ ] Let her come with you to rescue Alex and Sable.
Side note we are still going to blow up the company she just got. We could loop kang in for some real money and keep the whole thing standing.

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>>2817178

>[ ] Better call Saul. (But also bring Whitney.)

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THIS IS AMERICA

>>2817178
>[X] Let her come with you to rescue Alex and Sable.
Better she's with us.

>[X] Let her come with you to rescue Alex and Sable.

Looks like Whitney's gonna come.

Closing and writing.

>>2817237
The absolute state of FQ

>>2817237
This made me chuckle

>>2817178
>[x] Better call Saul.

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Rose better keep a MAC-10 on hand.

This wait is getting pretty bloody warm

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>[x] Let her come with you to rescue Alex and Sable and defuse the bombs.

"Don't get carried away," you warn her.

She salutes you. "Aye aye! Operation Rescue The Bottom Bitch is a go!"

"Don't be that enthusiastic about it, either."

You click open the two latches on the aluminum case underneath Galatea's couch. Rose brought it with her from Cerise's apartment. Inside, there's two pistols: one for you and one for Whitney.

"Take this," you tell her. "Don't use it unless things go crazy."

She puts it in the waistband of her spats. You follow suit, concealing your gun in your waistband too.

Just as you're ready to go, Stackleford bursts through the front door. He's got a plastic bag from Subway in one hand, and an open bag of Cheetos in the other. He eats the Cheetos by throwing his head back and waterfalling them into his mouth.

"Power's out all over the place," he tells you as he bumps the door closed with his considerable girth. The orange stains around his lips are repulsive. "Also I heard someone say something about David Darkbloom dying, so congratulations I guess."

He approaches Galatea. "Hey Gal-Gal," he says, "I got you a ham sub. Check it!"

This finally snaps Galatea out of her seeming fugue state. She blinks a few times, then glances at you.

"there's a problem," she says.

>>2817395
rip Stackleford, we couldn't save him from himself

>>2817395
>Subway
I thought he couldn't get worse.

>>2817395
>You follow suit, concealing your gun in your waistband too.

Ahh so that's how FQ2 ends. With Ally shooting his dick off

Fuck Quest S1 started when I was a junior in high school, and now here we are at the season finale and I am a day and a half away from starting my senior year of college.
Been one amazing ride OP.

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"do you want to stop the bombs?" She asks as she settles into her computer chair, folding her ankles beneath her butt. It's the right question -- one you need to decide an answer to, quickly.

Before you respond, she opens a virtual OS, and then some sort of baroque, probably proprietary statistical process control program. You can't make heads or tails of its mostly text-based output, but Galatea explains it for you: "it's what i thought. darkbloom's servers remain down as of now. the power outage is keeping them cut off from the internet."

So despite all the efforts Darkbloom made to keep her out, this whole time she still had access to their internal systems.

"What does that matter?" You say.

"it's making us sick. or i think so."

You take a step back. "You think."

The glare of the monitor against her glasses obscures Galatea's eyes. "yes. the same thing happened to me on march 10th when the servers went down. i started

She stops mid-sentence, going still as stone. You wave a hand in front of her face.

She continues as if she had been speaking the entire time: "and she froze completely. like she was paralyzed."

"You cut out, Gal."

She looks at you. "i didn't realize until now. camelia didn't either... there's something about our implants that ties our brains to darkbloom's servers... if they blow up..."

"Dang," Stackleford says. "This is some Snow Crash craziness."

"Fuck off," you half-shout.

"there's another thing." Galatea pulls up a simple browser page now, with two input fields. "dead man's switch," she says.

"Don't tell me what I think you're telling me," you say.

"camelia didn't want to leave it to chance... if we were captured... or killed... she rigged it so it would still go off if we don't input our pgp keys every 24 hours..." She bows her head. "i have my key... but not hers... and she's dead..."

Whitney grabs her by the collar and hauls her up. "Then hack it or something! That's what you do!"

"i can't," Galatea says.

Whitney scowls and shoves her to the ground. "Yes you can! Fix it!"

"it would take the computational power of the entire universe... running for billions of years... there's no way... alabaster has to physically defuse the bombs."

"What's the deadline?" You say.

"3:00 am."

That's time enough. You can do this. Rescue Alex and Sable, clear out the Russians, defuse the bombs... easy, right?

A sudden rush of blood to your head leaves you stumbling as if drunk - you catch yourself on the back of Galatea's rolling chair before you fall over. Galatea's eyes are glassy again, vacant.

Maybe not so easy.

>>2817430
Good thing we have the smartest girl in the universe to help us.

>>2817430
ah fuck

>>2817430
> have my key... but not hers... and she's dead..

Until you decrease that fucking counter I will not believe you.

>>2817430
>and she's dead..."
Welp, guess the dreams dead

>>2817430
>and she's dead..."
Oh no she ain't.

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The sun is already setting on a darkened Palo Alto. You have to use a flashlight just to see your way down the stairwell of Galatea's ratty apartment building, to the front entrance, and out to the curb.

Outside, Tyrus is waiting. He's leaned up against your car, arms folded.

"You made me a promise," he says.

"Step off, asshole," Whitney says. "We've got errands to run."

He ignores her. "You said Darkbloom Analytics wouldn't exist by this time today. Far as I can tell, it still exists. What happened?"

"Change of plans," you tell him.

"Bull fucking shit. You have the detonator? Press the goddamn button."

In the descending gloom, you can't see anyone else on the street, but you have that certain psychic tingle on the back of your skull that tells you other eyes are watching. Tyrus is not alone.

Whitney's brash tone becomes more serious now: "I'm warning you," she says. "Get back. Let us go."

"You said no delays. Now you're ordering my own men around like you fucking own them? Who made you king shit, motherfucker? Telling them to go into a building you were supposed to blow up more than an hour ago? This shit is simply not gonna fly."

He steps forward, looms over you and Whitney. "I did my part," he snarls. "Now you do yours. Press the fucking button."

[ ] Fight.
[ ] Run.
[ ] Negotiate.

>>2817470
>Negotiate

>>2817470
>[x] Negotiate.
it really seems like this is the only way we're getting out of this without someone dying

>>2817470
>[X] Negotiate.

>>2817470
You fuckers are extremely retarded for that first choice.
>[x] Negotiate.

>>2817470
>Negotiate
If he wants his money, he gets his damn money. But he keeps Whitney the fuck alive.

>>2817470
>[ ] Negotiate

>>2817470
>[x] Negotiate.
I'm pretty sure we could make the whole gang millionaires if that's what it takes.

>>2817470
>[x] Negotiate

>>2817470
>[X] Negotiate.

>>2817470
>[X] Negotiate.

>>2817470
>[X]Negotiate.
We're better not be screwing ourselves for this.

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>>2817470

>[ ] Negotiate.

If we fight, we risk Whitney being indicted for murder.

>>2817470
>[x] Negotiate.

>>2817470
>[X] Negotiate.

We've got something better than destroying DBA now, we control it.

Let's just not let Whitney be the one to tell him that.

>>2817504

Actually, can we just ask her if it's okay to tell him first?

>>2817470
>[X] Negotiate.

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>[x] Negotiate

Whitney reaches for her waistband - you grab her wrist and stop her, sliding between her and Tyrus at the same moment, hoping that he didn't notice her grabbing for a fucking gun just now.

"You motherfuckers are straight up retarded," Tyrus says. So he definitely saw it -- great. "I've got heat on you from 360 degrees and then some. Go ahead. Pull a gun and see what fucking happens."

"See this girl?" You say. You indicate Whitney with a wave of your palm. "She may not be the brightest. Granted. But she owns Darkbloom Analytics now."

Tyrus arches an eyebrow.

"She's David Darkbloom's biological daughter. He left a will behind giving her everything - billions and billions of dollars. And the company itself. You're looking at the new CEO right here."

"That's the stupidest goddamn thing I've ever heard," he says. "Do I look like I was born yesterday?"

You hold up both hands in a sign of nonaggression. "I'm going to reach for Whitney's cell phone now," you say. "All right?"

"Watch yourself," Tyrus says, but it seems like he's going to let you.

You reach slowly into Whitney's pocket, pull out her phone. You hold it high aloft so any unseen, would-be assailants can see it's benign. You speed dial the last number and put it on speakerphone.

"Adam Epstein," the man on the other end replies.

You nod at Whitney, holding the phone to her lips.

"Hi Adam," she says. "Uh... just wanted to get some quick math from you... I kind of zoned out the last time we talked."

"Go ahead, Ms. Price."

"About all that money I'm gonna get."

"Yes."

"How much, again? Like how many billions?"

A pause. "There's a great deal to sort out, Ms. Price," he finally replies. "But Darkbloom's wealth is estimated at around $100 billion, in various forms."

"And I get to be CEO?"

"Err... like I said, there's a great deal to sort out. I advise you find a lawyer... there will be legal battles ahead, and I must remain a neutral executor on behalf of Darkbloom himself."

"Okay. Thanks Adam."

You hang up.

"Jesus fuckin' Christ," Tyrus says. "That was Darkbloom's lawyer."

"Believe me now?" You say.

"What are you offering?"

>>2817591
[feeling of apprehensive relief]

I still can't believe Whitney is his fucking daughter

>>2817591
>"She may not be the brightest.
factually incorrect

>>2817609
I still can't believe Whitney is fucking his daughter.

>>2817621
You.

I like you.

>>2817621
I still can't believe we haven't eskimo kissed Whitney's mother.

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>>2817621

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>>2817621
Heh.

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>>2817609
Looking back on it, it was obvious on how much he wanted to spend time with her.

But what's done is done, and now we gotta deal with the explosive end sum.

>>2817591

Is this perhaps an opportunity for growth™?

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"Crazy ass," Tyrus says. "If the two of you need another gay little white boy, I know where to find 'em by the fuckin' dozen. I could give you five or six each. We don't need to go James Bond on these Russian assholes."

"There isn't a gay little white boy who's better," Whitney avers, leaning through the passenger side window. "Trust me."

"Marquis'll meet you up the street from the building," Tyrus says. "You'll go in the back way with him. Save the poor little white boy and the mad scientist. Then when he gives the signal that you're all safe, we'll hit the Russians from the front."

"We can't make a scene," you tell him. "The last thing we need is police."

"No shit," Tyrus says. "I don't want police to be the first thing I deal with as the company's new CPO. We'll keep this clean and stealthy like."

He taps your hood and watches as you peel away, towards the belly of the beast.

>>2817657
>CPO
... I'm actually okay with this.

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April 21, 2015

"Where the hell are you?"

Cerise, on the other end of the line, is slow to respond. "Home."

"We have to be back on the bus in less than half an hour. Stop fucking around."

"I'm not. I went home."

"How did you get from Idaho back to California on your own?"

"Took a bus."

You heave a frustrated sigh. "Really. When?"

"Last night, not that you noticed. Or cared."

Usually, Cerise is better than this. The death of your parents turned her into an oddly caring, supportive sibling -- most of the time. But when she's badly drunk, and feeling sad, she gets like this. Petulant.

"Are you really back home already?"

"You sound happy that I'm gone."

"The only thing I'm happy about is that you're not about to end up stranded in goddamn Boise, Idaho. This is seriously the worst city on the planet."

"Uh huh. I guess I should leave you alone now. Have fun with Rose and Whitney."

You soften your voice. "Hey. By the way. We won the cham--"

She hangs up.

>>2817657
>"There isn't a gay little white boy who's better," Whitney avers, leaning through the passenger side window. "Trust me."

Tyrus could give us a hundred gay little white boys, but none of them could compare to OUR gay little white boy.

>>2817679
Fuuuuck fuck fuck. This is obviously leading up to the fire but fuuuuuck.

>>2817657
>and the mad scientist
She's so cool, sonuvabitch. We need to save her ;_;

>>2817679

Did she find out about getting half-NTRed by Whitney and Rose? Is that why she went down the yuri route?

>>2817677
He'd be good at it honestly

>>2817657
>"There isn't a gay little white boy who's better,"
Truer words have never been spoken

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Marquis is at the head of a retinue of armed men, in a garage down the road from Darkbloom Analytics. It's unsettling how excited he looks.

"Ready to bash some skulls?" He says.

He unfurls a map on the hood of a nearby Caddy. "We're gonna Batman this shit," he says. "I'll get up on this building here--" he points to an annex on the west wing of the facility, where HR is headquartered. It's only about 20 feet tall. "Climb in through the skylight, disarm the alarm on the emergency exit... let you in. We can swing around and go down to the server room. They won't see us until we're right on top of them. Probably."

You don't like the sound of that "probably."

"What if they do see us?" You say.

"You're strapped, right?"

You grimace.

"Ready?" He says. "Time's ticking, right? You've still got shit to do when we're done here."

[ ] Second thoughts - let Marquis handle the rescue on his own.
[ ] Go, but hold Whitney back.
[ ] Let's go.
[ ] Custom strategy.

>>2817732
>[X] Go, but hold Whitney back.
protecc

>>2817732
>It's unsettling how excited he looks.
Time to make the grass grow boys!

>[X] Let's go.

>>2817732
>[x] Go, but hold Whitney back.
I'm sure Mara would have told the Russians about Whitney, so I really don't think we should be bringing her along for this. Even if she doesn't die, she could get caught and become a hostage.

>>2817732
[ ] Let's go.
Attacc

>>2817732
>[ ] Go, but hold Whitney back.

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>>2817142
By the way, I didn't respond to this, but I love it! Tell your friend thank you a million times. It's great.

>>2817732
>[x] Let's go.

>>2817732
[X] Take one or two of Marquis men and whitney with you.

We're liable to black out at any moment, so having another guy or two to watch our back would be great.

>>2817732
>[x] Custom strategy.
>[x] Go, but have Whitney ready our extraction.

>>2817732
[X] Let's GO
We need as many people as possible! Safety in numbers and all

>>2817764

Actually yeah, I think this is the most prudent option

>>2817732

>[ ] Custom strategy.

Have Galatea hack back in and swarm them with SMATTERS first. Unfortunately, she blanks out at the worst moment and we wipe.

>>2817732
>[ ] Let's go.

>>2817732
>>2817764
this

It's time boys

>>2817777
If anyone doesn't want to bring Whitney, that's fine, but we should have at least two people with us, or we could black out at the worst moment and be wide open.

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>>2817762

>>2817764
Ah fuck, that's right. The blackout.

I still don't think we should be taking Whitney, but backup would certainly be useful.

>>2817764
>[X] Take one or two of Marquis men and whitney with you.

This, because we can't do this alone.

>>2817764
gaddamn this

I see. I think I understand how to take it forward based on these votes. Please wait warmly, the next section may take a while.

>>2817764
>[x] write in

>>2817732
>[X] Custom strategy.
>>2817764

>>2817732
[x] Custom strategy.

Gal still has access to DB Analytics' system right? Can she give us eyes on the Russian's movements? Lock doors to cut off reinforcements and isolate them? She may not be able to disarm the bombs, but surely she can do something?

>>2817732
>[x] Let's go.

>>2817806
Shit, this would have been nice. Knowing is half the battle and all that.

>>2817786

Yeah, but Whitney is the only one who would understand why we're passing out intermittently, and also the only one who wouldn't be complaining about having to carry us. She's also really worried about Alex, too.

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>>2817799
am simmering over here
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9OacXUzTNXo

>>2817799
>the next section may take a while.

Alright, I'll be back at 1AM, since apparently a half hour isn't talking a while.

>>2817833
Slow and steady wins the race, anon

So what are we all doing while we wait warmly tonight, /fq/? I'm not doing much of anything, just taking it easy. The con kinda wiped me.

>>2817856
contemplating suicide since quest happenings and work tonight aren’t mixing well

>>2817856
Playing gacha shit, watching The Boondocks, and making dinner.

>>2817856
Catching up on wrestling matches I missed. Namely the G1 Climax and NXT TakeOver.

>>2817870
Just quit work man.

>>2817856
Drinking , reading, and listening to music
Currently listening to:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jGKNaIXtBZQ

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>>2817856
I...I don't know. Last time I was watching Venture brothers, I guess I get off my ass to learn how to play Gothic.

>>2817856
Playing WoW and watching the Overwatch World Cup. The usual neckbeard things.

>>2817856
Playing Armello with some friends I just got back from a festival so I'm beat too

>>2817856
Watching shitty dramas.

>>2817856
Listening to the FQ soundtrack https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLQuvSDXjKZJorc3fQc6sohLp2Io02-mqh

>>2817911
What kind of festival was it?
>>2817924
Thank you for updating this!

>>2817856
Programming. Also now this >>2817924

>>2817938
It's a local thing. Nothing really exciting (unless you're into washed up 70s bands) but I've been going since I was a kid, and now that I'm in college it's a good excuse to meet with friends who I don't get to see a lot.

Lots of good food though. There's a ton of stuff to do, just not if you've already been a bunch of times.

>>2817957
>unless you're into washed up 70s bands

I love washed up 70s bands
They're such a human tragedy

>>2817957
That does sound like fun.

The anime con was pretty much exactly what one would reasonably expect. I lost horribly in the Smash tournament, but there were a lot of weebshit rhythm games set up on freeplay that I could get my fill of. I'm a sucker for that shit. Chose not to run my D&D game unfortunately, since the game room shared space with... all the other games. Just way the fuck too loud.

I think the most surreal experience I've ever had took place in the food court. Apparently the venue hosting the con was also hosting a Long Rifle convention on the other half of the property. So half the food court was occupied by 60-year old boomers in hunting gear, while the other half was 300 pound Hatsune Miku and Homestuck cosplays.

Overall, though, I had fun.

>>2817967
Well, have I got the event for you! Somehow every fourth year or so we get Blue Oyster Cult which is fucking awesome, every other year it's the most obscure one-hit wonders you can imagine

>>2817974
You had me at weebshit rhythm arcade desu

>>2817984
>Somehow every fourth year or so we get Blue Oyster Cult which is fucking awesome

I was literally listening to them just a bit ago
Also I was playing Godzilla on the bass earlier tonight

What one hit wonders have you had? Have you ever had Toto?

>>2817938
No problem! I'm glad people appreciate the playlist!

>>2817998
I don't think so (and that ship has probably sailed, at least for a few years, lol). It's mostly stuff like Blues Traveler and Soul Asylum. I think we had Kansas once, and Foghat when I was a lot younger. Those are the biggest names though, everything else either had one big single or is a band nobody has ever heard of.

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"I've got a different strategy," you say.

"Excuse me?" Marquis says. He clearly doesn't like being second guessed.

"We need more people with us when we first sneak in. And people hanging back to get us out of there if things go sideways." You turn to Whitney. "Can you wait in my car for me? Be ready to go as soon as I come out."

"Fuck you," Whitney spits, slugging you. "I'm not letting you hide me out here while you go get shot at by mobsters."

"Naw..." Marquis mutters, staring off into space for a moment. "That's actually a good idea. Butchy here is the next CEO. Right? If Mara knows that, her minions know it too. You'd be going in there with a big fucking target on your head."

He signals to a couple of his lieutenants. "Shawn, Freddy, you're with us. Tenacious, stay out here in the car. The rest of you, plan doesn't change. Ready to go on my mark."

They nod their understanding.

You put your hands on Whitney's shoulders. "I'll be back in a few minutes with Alex and Sable."

She glowers, but after a few moments she relents. "If you die, I'll kill you!"

>>2818063
This is the best possible outcome I think. I'm feeling good about this.

>>2818063
best outcome, let's fuckin go

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Night has fallen even more quickly than you expected, but that's for the best. You skulk through the darkness with Marquis and his two men.

The first one, Shawn - you remember him from the garbage dump, when he held you and Whitney hostage - throws off a backpack and pulls out a dremel as you get up to the gates on the west side of the building. The tool makes quick, if a little loud, work of the wrought iron bars. It's enough to slip through.

A rope with an honest to god grappling hook comes out next. Marquis wields it like a cowboy with a lasso, looping it over roof of the HR building in a single strong toss. After checking its hold with a few tugs, he gets to climbing. He's remarkably fast and limber. He's definitely done this before.

So far, so good.

He disappears into the gloom and you hear, faintly, the sounds of him on top, jimmying the skylights open.

Anxious moments pass. You keep glancing around the corner, towards the main entrance of the building, although only a vague silhouette of its main features are visible -- the fountain, the broad front windows, the trees and bike racks -- all swathed in deep and foreboding shadow. If there are men lying in wait, they're invisible to you.

And then: klaxons. Marquis accidentally tripped an alarm mechanism.

"Fuck!" Comes the far-off echo of his voice. "Get ready!"

It happens again. Your vision blurs for a moment. The sudden cacophony blends into an indistinct smear of noise. Gunfire and shouting and wailing alarms all become nothing but a shrill, insistent hum. The noise is focused on a spot that feels like it goes past your eardrum, into the space beyond - like a dentist's drill boring into your brain. Everything goes white for a second, two seconds, three.

When you gain your bearings again, you're on your hands and knees in the grass, heaving. The dark night lights up with muzzle flashes from the two men next to you.

"Go, go, go!" Marquis is yelling, presumably into his walkie-talkie.

Fast approaching are opposing muzzle flashes, and the voices of men shouting in Russian.

Damn it, damn it... you reach half-blind for your own gun and find it warm against your hip. It's awkward in your hands. You're not a crack shot like Rose is, far from it, and you may be more of a liability with this thing than not. But seconds matter now; above all else, you need to get inside the building and down to the server room where Alex and Sable are. They could be executed at any moment now that you've been found out.

You struggle to your feet as Shawn and Freddy flank you. You hold your gun aloft and try to see who the hell they're firing at, but it's hopeless; between your little pseudo fainting spell and the near total dark, plus the chaos engulfing you, you can't see anyone. It's all moving too fast.

>>2818076
Dammit Marquis, you had one job ;_;

>>2818076
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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From several yards away, at the tall front gates, comes the squeal of rubber on asphalt: the strike team of ten or eleven men Marquis had in waiting just rolled up.

Marquis bursts through the emergency exit at the side of the HR building and loops an arm under yours. "We're falling back now. They'll grab your friends."

"No fucking way," you spit, heaving off. You step forward, past Shawn and Freddy.

But as you do, Shawn goes down. His head is just suddenly gone: it explodes in a shower of gore. You duck, shouting, and roll out of the way. His corpse lands next to you with a thud.

"Goddamn it," Marquis shouts. He steps quickly back, foxtrotting, and Freddy follows suit.

"Don't you fucking abandon me!" You holler, still lying prone. "You leave, and your husband gets nothing! You hear me?"

Marquis wheels on you. The gunfire is retreating now, turning in the direction of the front gates as the second group of men stage their assault the Russians now.

"What did you just say?" Marquis demands. "My guys are dying 'cause of you."

"They're dying because of you!" You say. "You tripped that alarm!"

An orange bloom and deafening explosion rip through the night. You turn, and in the illumination of the fireball you see Russians lobbing grenades at Marquis's men. So much for not making a scene.

You stand, kick through the emergency exit and enter the HR building. Whether Marquis comes along or not is immaterial. There's no time to waste.

>>2818076
CLOSE YOUR EYES, I WANT TO RIDE THE SKIES IN MY SWEET~~ DREAMS~~

Not good

>>2818087
FUCK

>>2818063
>"If you kill me, I'll love you."

>>2818063
>She glowers, but after a few moments she relents. "If you die, I'll kill you!"

I love that woman. We had better fucking marry her in one timeline or another.

>>2818063
>"If you die, I'll kill you!"
But people die when they're killed, Whitney.

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You cut through the darkened hallways and office space, the obnoxiously loud security alarms still blaring. You hold your gun in front of you, finger on the trigger, ready to fire. And as you enter into the main lobby of Darkbloom Analytics, you see your reason to: Vasily Kerimov, watching the vicious firefight from the safety of indoors.

Vasily's reaction time is unfortunately quicker. He spins: in his hands is a machine pistol, and he fires at you. You dive behind the main reception counter, the one sitting just below the massive 20-foot portrait of David Darkbloom.

You pant like a dog as your eyes adjust to the even dimmer space under the counter.

"Give it up, Alabaster!" Vasily calls. You hear the clack of his approaching footsteps. "If you cooperate, you can still save your friends downstairs. We will kill you, naturally... but they can live, at least..."

You sit on your butt, back against the wall, and wait, your breath running ragged. He could approach from any number of angles and you have no way to cover them all.

"Alabaster, please. Come out. Don't make me radio Stasi and tell her to slit Mr. Best's throat."

You set your jaw and try not to hyperventilate.

"Fine," he says. "I will treat you like a child, if I must. I am counting to three."

You've got no choice. You're going to need to stand up, and fire blindly.

"One."

You steady yourself and try to clear your mind of all other thoughts.

"Two."

You rock back and forth, preparing to spring up.

"Thr--"

A bang that echoes off the smooth wood-paneled walls. Bright light. The ruffle of something heavy hitting the tiled floor.

"Fucker!"

It's Whitney's voice.

You peek out from around the counter. Vasily is dead at her feet.

>>2818087

Personally I don't think there's enough evidence to say whether Shawn is actually dead yet.

You guys thinking it's time for some arson? Hit up that computer room perhaps? Maybe we can get some advice from Galatea and Cerise on what NOT to do when configuring the electric systems for a whole skyscraper.

>>2818108
WELP

GUESS WE'RE GOING WITH THIS PLAN THEN

>>2818108
absolute madwoman

>>2818108
Thank you based Whitney!

>>2818108
In retrospect, not sure why I expected her to listen. And I'm glad as fuck she didn't.

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what the fuck is happening hahaha

You guys thinking it's time for some arson? Hit up that computer room perhaps? Maybe we can get some advice from Galatea and Cerise on what NOT to do when configuring the electric systems for a whole skyscraper, and then do it.

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>>2818108
>You peek out from around the counter. Vasily is dead at her feet.

>>2818108
SMARTEST
GIRL
IN
THE
UNIVERSE

>>2818108
>"Alabaster, please. Come out. Don't make me radio Stasi and tell her to slit Mr. Best's throat."

You know, I'd been thinking it for a while now, but I don't know if this Vasily fellow is a very nice person.


>"Fucker!"

>It's Whitney's voice.

>You peek out from around the counter. Vasily is dead at her feet.
God I love that woman.

>>2818108
Of course she has to save our ass

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"I told you to wait for me!" You hiss. The gunfight continues apace, past the front entrance. You see the giant bronze globe that surmounts the fountain out front come loose from its pedestal and roll with a squealing crash to the ground. It barrels to the side and bowls over a screaming Russian, crushing him to death.

"It's a good thing I didn't!" Whitney says, running over and helping you to your feet. "Did you get Alex?"

"Not yet," you say. "But that's next."

"What are we waiting for? Come on!"

You kneel behind the counter again, pulling her with you. "I'll go. You need to wait behind -- for real now."

"Absolutely not. The CEO can't just sit around while a bunch of mooks shoot up her company."

"Goddamn it, Whitney. Don't you--" you sigh and shake your head.

"What?" She says.

"You can't. You have to go back, where it's safe -- wait for me. If I lost you..."

She cocks her head like a confused puppy.

"You idiot," you say. "Don't you understand what I'm telling you?"

"I understand you're wasting time. We need--"

"I love you."

Her jaw hangs slack for a moment. When she can move at all, she clasps a palm over it, eyes bulging.

"So for the last time -- please. Go wait somewhere safe. I'll be out soon."

"Ally..."

You pull her hand away and kiss her. It's a deep and forceful - if brief - kiss. She swoons against you, opening herself completely to your mouth, going almost limp.

"Okay?" You say when you pull back.

She shakes her head. "But I love you, too. You stupid... how can I let you go risk your life like this?"

"Because everything happening tonight is my fault. So it's up to me to fix it."

"Promise you'll be okay!"

"I promise."

"Double promise!"

"I double promise."

"Triple promise!"

"Whitney..."

She stands and steps back. "Back to your car?" She says.

"No. Across the street. The parking garage there. I'll meet you on the third floor."

"Why?"

"Just trust me."

>>2818136
>filename
good shit op

>>2818136
>You see the giant bronze globe that surmounts the fountain out front come loose from its pedestal and roll with a squealing crash to the ground. It barrels to the side and bowls over a screaming Russian, crushing him to death.

I'm getting some real Fight Club vibes from this

>>2818136
>"Just trust me."

Oh god he said the thing.
That's where Sable's Van is parked, right? And her bike?

>>2818136
Is it time for S A B L E ' S V A N ?

>>2818136
Fuck I have a bad feeling about this. Saying goodbye to people hasn't been going well so far.

>>2818136
>"You idiot," you say. "Don't you understand what I'm telling you?"
>"I understand you're wasting time. We need--"
>"I love you."
>Her jaw hangs slack for a moment. When she can move at all, she clasps a palm over it, eyes bulging.

God we love that woman

>>2818136
All of the flags, and none of them Swiss.

>>2818136

Well, at least we got to tell her before our certain death. Unless our evil eye awakens in time.

>>2818146
>She stands and steps back. "Back to your car?" She says.
>"No. Across the street. The parking garage there. I'll meet you on the third floor."
>"Why?"
>"I want you to know I have your best interests at heart."

>>2818155
Speaking of evil eyes, do you guys think that when Penelope downloaded Camelia to reach it's final form, it did the same thing to our eye, or am I retarded?

>>2818136
>Just trust me

(nothing bad)

>>2818155

Unless our evil eye has target acquisition and aiming assist functions, I don't think it's going to help much.

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>>2818159
AYYYYYYYYY

>>2818136
OP if you kill her I swear

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Down the stairwell, down, down, down into total darkness. The flashlight on your phone illuminates nothing but a tiny cone a few feet in diameter at its greatest extent. Anyone could be waiting to ambush you down here.

You quickly try to see if there's a setting on the phone that will let you turn the flashlight's brightness up; while fumbling around, you pull up your camera app instead.

It still has only one photo on it: Alex.

>"Take a picture of me! I want to be the first photo on your new phone!"

Alex's happy double peace sign from just a couple months ago stares back at you. How did everything come to this in such a short amount of time?

You shake that thought off and hurry forward.

At the very bottom of the winding stairs, you push through the door to the server room.

>>2818166
inb4 we go full Person of Interest and have Sand Reckoner calling out enemies for us to shoot

>>2818171
I am on the edge of my fucking seat

>>2818171
STOP

ENOUGH TRIGGERING THOSE FLAGS

>>2818171
My heart

>>2818171
don't you dare don't you dare don't you dare

>>2818171
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wlXjP59jZCM

>>2818171
OP my heart can't take this

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>>2818171
>It still has only one photo on it: Alex.
>>"Take a picture of me! I want to be the first photo on your new phone!"
>Alex's happy double peace sign from just a couple months ago stares back at you. How did everything come to this in such a short amount of time?

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The servers are running, even if they're not connected to the internet, and their eerie blue light is still illuminating the vast maze down here.

You call out, bluffing:

"Come out, Stasi. We've got you surrounded."

But the response that comes back isn't her:

"She's gone."

"...Marquis?"

You stride down the aisles of the server farm, towards the sound of his voice, your gun at the ready. He's standing in front of a wheeled chair, where a bug-eyed Alex is still hogtied with duct tape. You rush over, rip the tape from Alex's mouth.

"Ally... Ally..." he weeps once he can speak again, shaking all over like a wounded bird.

"Scared her away," Marquis says darkly, from beside you. "Almost had her... but not quite..."

"Are you okay?" You ask Alex. "Where's Sable?"

"I don't know... she's gone..."

You pull a pocket knife out and cut the duct tape off his hands. As you work on his ankles, Marquis taps you on the shoulder.

He's holding Penelope.

"You said Sand Reckoner wasn't done yet. But Stasi told me everything."

"What?" You stammer.

"You're double crossing Daddy? Huh? Thought you could team up with the Russians, wipe us out, we wouldn't realize till it's too late?"

You stand on shaky legs and step back.

"Marquis... I don't know what you're talking about--"

From seemingly nowhere, he produces a baseball bat, and whacks you in the back of the knees. You fall to the ground with a howl and your gun clatters out of your hands.

"Ally! Ally!"

"Give me the detonator," Marquis says. "Right now. Or I'll bash your fuckin' brains out."

That ringing comes, again. That crossing vision, that disconnection from reality. You're losing it.

"M-Marquis...: you manage. "Please... listen to me... whatever-- whatever-- whatever Stasi t-told you, it's--"

"You lying motherfucker!" Marquis screams. As your vision clears, you see him raise his bat above his head. You cower and try to cover your face with your hands, as if that will do anything.

Holy hand grenade, we must have a real big thing coming up

>>2818245
Marquis you dumb motherfucker.

>>2818245
SON OF A FUCK

>>2818245
Fucking hell Tyrus married a retard.

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>>2818245

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>>2818245
NO YOU FUCKING MURDER-TWINK, YOU'RE KILLING THE WRONG PERSON.

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"--GRAHH--!!"

You hear it before you process what you're seeing - the swift blur of motion that tackles Marquis to the ground.

Alex, even with his ankles tied, has managed to knock Marquis over. Marquis lands with a loud knock against the tile floor, his head rebounding back in a really painful looking bounce.

He lies there dazed for just a split second, his bat on the ground next to him. He and Alex both glance at it. With the concussion Marquis just sustained, Alex is quicker on the uptake. He grabs the bat and wriggles back up onto his knees. With a savage scream he brings it down - no hesitation at all. There's a sickening krr-ack and blood runs darkly all over the ground.

Marquis is still alive. Groaning, he reaches for your gun and gets his hands over it.

But that's the last thing he ever does. Alex is already bringing the bat down again.

And then again. And again, and again.

"AAHHHHH!! AAAAAHHH!!!" He shouts as he beats Marquis's head into a bloody, pulpy mess of brain matter.

You haul yourself to your feet and get behind Alex and pull him away from the horrible carnage of it. Only with your hands around him does he let go of the bat.

With halting, trembling motions, Alex looks down at his own bloody hands, his gore-spattered shirt, the corpse he's responsible for -- and it seems this is the first moment he actually processes that he just took a human life.

"I-- I--" He stutters.

And then he screams. Horribly -- way worse than the savage grunts he unleashed when he was actually killing Marquis. Those were screams of adrenaline and fear. This is a wail of pure despair. You've heard it once before: when Cerise got the call that mom and dad were dead.

You embrace Alex, hug him tight and pet his head, but he keeps screaming into you. His cries are only slightly muffled by your chest, and you feel him heaving. There's nothing you can do to console him.

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>>2818262
>He shouts as he beats Marquis's head into a bloody, pulpy mess of brain matter.
...
Oh fuck me, it keeps getting worse.

>>2818262
Jesus fuck

>>2818262
Smile status: lost.

>>2818262
Holy fuck Alex

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>>2818262
>And then again. And again, and again.

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>>2818262
oh jesus
once again we failed to protect that smile

>>2818262
SMILE STATUS: UNPROTECTED

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>>2818262
>There's nothing you can do to console him.

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>>2818262

>>2818262
Nice one Marquis, now we might have to kill Tyrus because you were a brainlet.

Such a shame that Marquis valiantly died trying to kill Stasi. I'm sure Tyrus will be devastated by the Russians killing his husband.

Mmmhmm.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PBeCY7rqvSs

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>>2818262

We theorize that sexual predation by DB-001 ("Whitney") may produce berserker-like surges of adrenaline in the subject, similar to her own.

>>2818285
Oh yeah, that'll be much better.

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Outside the front entrance, there's nothing but corpses and charred Earth. If anyone survived this mess, they're long gone.

Distantly, you hear sirens, and you know you need to hurry too.

You find Kay exactly where you expected her to be: camping out in the parking garage across the street, leaning against her shitty Subaru's hood, waiting. Whitney is next to her.

When Kay sees you, she throws up her arms in frustration. "Where's the kaboom? There was supposed to be an Earth-shattering kaboom!"

Only as Alex rounds the corner now does Kay realize that something terrible has happened. Still splattered with gore and looking even paler than usual, Alex is an awful sight.

"Good lord," Kay says. "You ruined a perfectly good little gay boy. What the hell happened?"

Whitney is at Alex's side now, petting him like he's a sick kitten who needs to be nursed back to health, cooing and hugging him.

"I need a favor," you say. "Take Alex and Whitney back to Galatea's apartment and wait there."

Alex has a thousand yard stare that seems to indicate he isn't really present for this conversation. Not even Whitney can rouse him.

Kay considers him for a few long moments, then: "All right. But I want a favor in exchange."

"Oh my god. What?"

"Whitney told me everything," she says. "I have to imagine you're not planning to blow up that building anymore. Assuming you survive the next few hours and she actually gets to serve as CEO, I want in too."

You give her a bewildered look.

Kay pokes you in the chest. "I want to be embedded. 24/7, unrestricted access to the inner workings of Darkbloom Analytics 2.0. For a year. No, two years. I'll start with a series of Time articles, then parlay that into a book deal--"

"For fuck's sake."

"Take it or leave it, Alabaster."

[ ] Deal.
[ ] No deal.

>>2818299
>[x] Deal.

>>2818299
>[x] Deal.
Give literally everyone what they want, I don't fucking care any more.

>>2818299
>[x] Deal.
Fine, whatever. We don't have time to bitch about this

>>2818299
>[ ] Deal.
Goddamnit woman now is not the fucking time

>>2818299
>[X] Deal.
9/9 ON THE WAY

>>2818304
We've got lives to save, we don't have time to fight vultures.

>>2818299
>[x]Deal
Jesus fucking christ, fine.
Where the FUCK is Sable?

>>2818299
[x] Deal.
Ahahaha, Kay, this is not the time

>>2818299
>"Where's the kaboom? There was supposed to be an Earth-shattering kaboom!"
Nice.

[X] Deal. I'd really like it if you didn't publish all the sex stuff, but I won't stop you from watching.

>>2818299
>[x] Deal.
I don't see why we wouldn't.

>>2818262
>This is a wail of pure despair. You've heard it once before: when Cerise got the call that mom and dad were dead.

>There's nothing you can do to console him.

This is a little too real for me, OP. I might have some questions for after FQ2 is done.

>>2818299
>[X] Deal.

>>2818299
[X] Deal.
We can fuck her later so she doesn't fuck us.

>>2818284
>because you were a brainlet
Too soon, anon.

>>2818266

At least now our twink is the murdertwink. That's pretty cool.

>>2818299
>>[x] Deal.
It's not like this is going to bite us in the ass.

>>2818299
>[X] Deal.

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>[x] Deal.

"Fine. Whatever. Just get Whitney and Alex out of here."

"You got it, chief."

She gets in the car. Whitney helps Alex into the backseat. Before getting in too, she says: "do you have enough time? You know... to do the thing with those bombs."

You check your phone. You've got five hours. You're not at all confident that's enough time.

"I've got more than enough time," you say.

Whitney kisses you goodbye and climbs in alongside Alex. Kay pulls away.

>>2818321
I mean, we might not want to broadcast exactly how much of a goddamn deviant we are to the whole world, but we'll burn that bridge when we get to it.

>>2818327
kek, wasn't even thinking of that.

>>2818332
I really can't help but feel that Ally isn't going to survive

>>2818332
>You check your phone. You've got five hours. You're not at all confident that's enough time.
>"I've got more than enough time," you say.
fuckin ally

>>2818299

For a fucking lift?

[X] No deal

>>2818321
It will probably fuck us over next season if we manage to get Whitney in the ceo chair.

>>2818332
You know we're going to pass out in that server room the second we're done defusing the bombs

>>2818340
Die in the explosion, or die after.

>>2818344
Yes, imagine the intelligence Kay can gather from the worlds smartest girl.

>>2818299
>leaning against her shitty Subaru's hood

Don't bully Subarus, they're good cars, and they try their best.

>When Kay sees you, she throws up her arms in frustration. "Where's the kaboom? There was supposed to be an Earth-shattering kaboom!"
I really enjoyed that.

>>2818349
and then Fazil saves our ass?

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>>2818328
That's the funny part. Marquis and Alex both love their men enough to kill the one hurting them.

This is downright Shakespearean.

>>2818344
In our defense, I'm pretty sure a verbal contract means jack shit in court so I don't think we legally need to do anything. On the other hand, blackmail is another matter entirely.

>>2818363
>In response to the allegations against him, Alabaster Soliloquy only had this to say:
>"Once removed."

>>2818362
As macabre as the development is, I'm at least happy that he still loves us enough to go and do something like that to protect us.

We owe that boy some really sentimental and sweet cuddles. I think Whitney does too, since it's thanks to him alone that she didn't have to kill us for dying.

>>2818368
The image of Alabaster leaning forward slightly to get nearer to the microphone so as to not move his hands, only to say "Once removed, Your Honor" before sitting back is one that is too easy to imagine.

>>2818368
>"It's only gay if the balls touch"

Unfortunately for Vivian or our relationship with her, fucking her is statutory rape in California.

>>2818344
That's a good point. I guess its trading securing Whitney and Alex right now for some Kay shenanigans at the start of next season which seems fine to me. It'll be nice to see more of Kay as she didn't have a super prominent role this season.

With this season I really want a VN of fuck quest. I don't regret our decisions (yet), but at the same time I want to see what it would be like to side with Darkbloom, Sable or the russians. And overall I wanted more casual Sable.

>>2818397
Same, I've been thinking that for a long time.

>>2818397
I just want to know where the fuck Sable is and why she was separated from Penelope.

>>2818397

I am completely prepared to contribute to a VN project if OP was on board.

>>2818413
If I was less of a worthless faggot, I would be as well. Especially so we could bring Whitney to see her parents more.

>>2818402
I'm betting on dead.
It's the only way it makes sense.

>>2818393
Also, is a half sister a sister once removed?
Because that might become very important for Whitney.

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>>2818262

Hey guys! I know I'm late to the thread but's what going-

Ohhhhhhhhh...

Oh no.

>>2818413
Same, I can do coding.

>>2818430
>Coding
>VN

>>2818421
No
but she'd totally believe it if we said so

>>2818430
hell, I'm coding a VN right now