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Link to the last thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/3446093

The year is 2030, and competitive gaming is a worldwide phenomenon.

The world has come far from the days where professional gaming is stigmatized, stadiums erected in the name of physical sports soon being repurposed into stadiums for competitive games. From high-octane first-person shooters to intense rhythm games – everything is accepted in this world where games reign supreme.

With how much trouble those games have caused you over the past few days however, you’re starting to get a little miffed at that overarching concept.

Your name is Wolfgang O’Neal. You are an arcade owner who used to be an extremely prolific pro-gamer five years ago, and due to being caught cheating during the finals of a tournament, you ducked out of the fold and disappeared off the face of the earth. Unfortunately, your past has come back to bite you in the form of a streamer named 0phelia, who is looking to recruit you to her team. After beating her by the skin of your teeth, she stormed out of the arcade, and later you found out that she had streamed the match. To say it blew up was an understatement, and that’s how you found yourself facing an old face the next day. With your earlier actions coming to light, the player named Rock has a vendetta due to believing you cheated during the entire tournament (you didn’t) and blames you for the dissolving of his team.

Yeah, it’s certainly been a hell of a couple of days.

You’d just managed to get Rock to leave for the time being – he’s going to get someone to analyze the footage from that match five years ago to decide if you cheated during that particular match. Once he left the tension in the arcade slowly fades, customers turning their attention away from the front desk and back to their games. After a few moments, you ordered Chinese food for you and your friend Cinder, and then you had a very nice lunch littered with comfy conversation and slight jabs at the current situation. Over the course of the day, people flooded into the arcade – most knew who you were now, and none were impolite. Thankfully you didn’t have to deal with anything problematic in the back half of the day - you didn’t see any more reporters, you didn’t see Rock, and you didn’t see 0phelia. When the sky turned from a stunning blue to the gentle glow of sunset, you found yourself feeling content in the fact that nothing had gone wrong.

With all of that recap and exposition done with, we’re finally all caught up. What do you do?

>Go and find Cinder, the arcade is starting to quiet and you’re getting bored.
>Walk around the arcade and see if anything needs fixing or if anyone needs help, it is your job after all.
>Fiercely ignore the ringing of your phone.
>Other.

[Sorry for my absence, figured it’d be best to finish the semester before continuing. Now that I have, I’m back and here to stay.]
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>>3522244
Cir, you beautiful bastard! Welcome back!

>Walk around the arcade and see if anything needs fixing or if anyone needs help, it is your job after all.
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AND HE'S ALIVE
Good to know you're back, cirno. I missed you
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>>3522255
Also, before I forget: Fuck 0phelia

>>3522244
>Walk around the arcade and see if anything needs fixing or if anyone needs help, it is your job after all.
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>>3522250
>>3522257
Glad to be back, seriously. I miss having free time! Writing now.
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>>3522244
>Walk around the arcade and see if anything needs fixing or if anyone needs help, it is your job after all.
Welcome back.
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>>3522244
>Walk around the arcade and see if anything needs fixing or if anyone needs help, it is your job after all.

Great to see this come back was sad when there was no new thread after like 3 weeks!
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>>3522244
>Walk around the arcade and see if anything needs fixing or if anyone needs help, it is your job after all.
>Fiercely ignore the ringing of your phone.
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You roll your shoulders as you stand up from the desk, saying a quick goodbye to a group of girls walking out the door and ignoring the buzzing and ringing of your phone. You vaguely recognize them – they often come in and dominate on the old Groove Groove Circuit game you have pushed away in a corner. It’s nice to know that some people appreciate the classics!

As you open the partition and move out from behind your desk, you give a glance across the room. Most of the people who had came in during the afternoon have departed, leaving the formerly packed space devoid of much life. Sure, there were a few people here and there – you could actually spot Cinder playing Warscape – but compared to earlier, it was like a dead zone. You have no doubt that part of the current popularity was due to the reports about you on the news and the doxing of your address, but all in all it hadn’t been too bad? You had been expecting aggressiveness and invasive questions, and putting Rock aside, that hadn’t happened as of yet.

Regardless, you make your way through the arcade methodically, checking out the machines and giving little greetings to those who weren’t playing on the VR machines. Things were pretty alright for the most part – you mark down some machines that you’ll need to give a checkup on in your pocket notebook, along with picking up the rare wayward piece of trash that someone forgot to throw away. Things always seemed to be calmer in the evenings…

The calmness ends when you hear a shout from deeper in the arcade, followed by the sound of something hard crashing against metal.

Oh boy, you just had to speak up, didn’t you?

>Go investigate the crash, you think you know what caused it.
>Ignore it, like a coward.
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>>3522244
>>Walk around the arcade and see if anything needs fixing or if anyone needs help, it is your job after all.
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>>3522273
>>Go investigate the crash, you think you know what caused it.
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>>3522257
>Fuck 0phelia
Welcome to the club. Would you like a complimentary t-shirt?

>>3522273
>Go investigate the crash, you think you know what caused it.
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>>3522259
College must be rough
>>3522273
>Go investigate the crash, you think you know what caused it.
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>>3522273
>>Go investigate the crash, you think you know what caused it.
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>>3522277
>>3522283
>>3522286
>>3522289
Let's go look at the chaos! Writing now.

Also I love that image more than you could possibly imagine.
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>>3522273
>Go investigate the crash, you think you know what caused it.

Good to see you back. Unlike a lot of other qms
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>>3522296
>Good to see you back. Unlike a lot of other qms
Just because I haven't made a new thread in 6 months doesn't mean I abandoned it!

>>3522292
>Also I love that image more than you could possibly imagine.
Thanks Cir, I'm glad you like it!
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You let out a long sigh and turn on your heel, running a hand through your hair as you make your way towards the strategy section of the arcade. You thought you had recognized him coming in while you and Cinder were eating lunch, and this certainly confirmed it – another crash causes you to pick up your pace, because the helmet would most likely be broken if you were too slow.

When you round the corner, you see the offender – a blonde haired girl leaning against the Order & Overwhelm machine with a smirk on her face, and a boy with a shock of brown hair glaring at her whilst hunched over, helmet firmly between his hands as he bangs it against the chair once more. You could piece together from the various times that this incident occurred that she loved antagonizing him in this game, and it had certainly worked like a charm.

“You CHEATED!” He hollers, spittle flying from his mouth as he stomps his foot against the ground. The girl snickers in response, her eyes containing just a smidgen of cruelty.

“How am I supposed to cheat on an arcade machine, Alex? Are you that stupid?” It would be easy to mistake her attitude as bullying, however you have seen them together quite a bit over the last three years – when they play games cooperatively they get along great, she just took a lot of pride in winding him up.

“I don’t know how, but you did! There’s no way you could have gotten that many units that quickly!” He goes to slam the helmet down once again, and you contemplate how to dissolve this without your property getting smashed.

>Move over and take the helmet out of his hands.
>Make your presence known to the two of them with a warning.
>Watch the chaos unfold, you have enough money to replace the helmet.
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>>3522322
>>Move over and take the helmet out of his hands.
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>>3522322
>Make your presence known to the two of them with a warning.
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>>3522322
>Make your presence known to the two of them with a warning.
You break it, you replace it.
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>>3522322
>Move over and take the helmet out of his hands.
>"I know how much you like to tease," you begin, "but if it costs me a new helmet every time you visit then I'd rather you didn't flirt with your boyfriend on these premises."
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>>3522322
Blast a fat nut on their foreheads.
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>>3522322
>Make your presence known to the two of them with a warning.
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>>3522334
>>3522336
>>3522343
Time to lay down the LAW. Writing now!
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“Hey, both of you. You break it, you’re replacing it.”

Your voice is sharp and it causes both of them to freeze, Alex stopping the helmet from hitting the chair and the girl’s eyes widening. Their heads turn slowly towards you, expressions showing that they knew they had fucked up. Just as the girl’s mouth opens, Alex begins speaking.

“H-Hey there! H-How’s it going, boss?” He straightens up and sets down the helmet, attempting to lean against the chair as casually as possible. His face is flushed in a deep red, and he can’t seem to meet your eyes – he was always like this when you caught him in the act.

“I know that I’ve talked to you about this before, Alex. I get that you’re upset, but this doesn’t belong to you – I have to spend my own money to replace what you break.” You don’t allow yourself to feel bad as he bites his lip, glancing up at you with tears in the corners of his eyes.

Instead, you look at her next.

“And you, Amelia. I know how much you like to tease him, but it’s causing a ruckus, so I’d prefer it if you two kept your flirting outside of the arcade.”

“H-Hey-“
“We’re no-“

They both go to speak at the same time, and you level a look at them that makes them go quiet.

“I’ve had to warn you about this three times before. If it happens again, I’m going to either make you start paying for it or bar you from entering. I like the both of you, but this is an issue.”

Alex’s cheeks flush even further, and Amelia’s face puffs up in a pout.

“Do you understand me now?”

“Yes…” They both mutter sullenly, to which you can’t help but smile.

“Glad you understand.” You go to turn around, but then you look back. “By the way, Amelia, money’s due for the pass in a few days. Don’t forget about it this time.”

“Yeah, yeah…”

You walk away and hear them both start a muttered conversation, and when you get far enough away you see them both heading to a co-op shooter. They were good kids, and you’d hate to have to kick them out.

What do you do now?

>Go and find Cinder, perhaps you can catch the end of one of her games.
>Go and answer your phone – you can hear it from here, and customers probably can too.
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>>3522363
>>Go and answer your phone – you can hear it from here, and customers probably can too.
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>>3522363
> I know how much you like to tease him, but it’s causing a ruckus, so I’d prefer it if you two kept your flirting outside of the arcade.”
Ayyyyy

>Unplug the phone, make a sign saying that the phone is 'Out of Commission'.
>Visit Cinder.
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>>3522368
>Unplug the phone
Anon, I think it's our cellphone.
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>>3522371
>Anon, I think it's our cellphone.
if it is then we can mute it or turn it off?
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Going to go make some lunch, be back soon!
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>>3522363
>Go and answer your phone – you can hear it from here, and customers probably can too.
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>>3522363
>Go and answer your phone – you can hear it from here, and customers probably can too.


Business before pleasure.
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>>3522363
>>Go and answer your phone – you can hear it from here, and customers probably can too.
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>>3522367
>>3522379
>>3522387
>>3522389
Back from eating! Let's go answer the phone. Writing now!
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Also on a side note, I think next time we get a call or have contact with 0philea we actually ask why she’s so dead set on having us join her team. And we make sure to point out that she still thinks we’re a cheater, the two of us obviously don’t get along at all and would have an insanely difficult time cooperating as a team, and we’d probably make her team look really bad because we’re cheaters. Not to mention we’re rusty as shit if we ever do play and have next to no knowledge on current mechanics and metas. Just saying not knowing why she’s so intent on this is kinda bothering me now. Cause there’s like 100 reasons it wouldent work out and the only good reason is we where good at the game 5 years ago.
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You grit your teeth and move towards the desk, apologizing to a few customers for the noise as you snatch the device off of the desk.

>Call from: Unknown Number

Your eyes narrow at the screen in your hands. 0phelia had been calling throughout the day, enough so that you blocked the number to the arcade. She didn’t have your personal line, however with the app you had hooked up to the arcade’s phone, every call made to it came through to yours. This hadn’t been an issue before yesterday, but apparently this bitch was persistent. She would leave the arcade without a fuss, she said. She must be good at talking out of her ass. Why was she so intent on getting you on her team anyways? You had been too angry to contemplate it earlier, but now with some free time you can’t help but wonder.

You stare at the phone with trepidation. As you said, you had blocked her number – however there was nothing stopping her from getting a new one, or just switching to another payphone. On the other hand, it could be someone important calling and the phone wasn’t recognizing who it was.

What do you do?

>Answer it – if it’s someone important, great! If it’s who you think it is, interrogate her – this shit has gone on long enough.
>Decline the call with righteous gamer rage.
>Other.
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>>3522403
She may have been a fan of ours many years ago, hell after our incident we could have been a key character in her evolution into a bitch!
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>>3522408
>Make sure the system will record the message!
>If it really is 0phelia then try to get her to mention that she stalked us or how she leaked our address. That way we can bring it up in court if we sue, or post it online and compare it to the lies she's said to the media!
>Put on the 'I'm an innocent person, why are you torturing me?' act.
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>>3522408
>>Answer it – if it’s someone important, great! If it’s who you think it is, interrogate her – this shit has gone on long enough.
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>>3522414
+1
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>>3522414
Supporting
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>>3522420
The senate has decided her fate. She shall be punished for the crimes she committed.
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>>3522408
>Answer it – if it’s someone important, great! If it’s who you think it is, interrogate her – this shit has gone on long enough.

I mean I’d also like us to bring up what I mentioned about us being a shitty member for her team at this point.
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>>3522428
Anon. Does my strategy not please you?
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>>3522414
>>3522418
>>3522420
Writing now!
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>>3522411
Maybe but I wanna see what she ends up saying when we point that all out.
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>>3522431
Ehh legal battles is the realistic way to handle it, but I feel like it wouldent really be fun to read and vote on. But that might just be me.
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>>3522438
>>3522433
Oh, nono. I probably worded it poorly but I just wanted to make sure we were recording the interrogation that we're about to have. The potential suing was just speculation.
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Holy crap, it still lives. Glad you're not dead, OP!
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You go to answer, but you pause for a moment as you stare at the oppressing sight of the incoming call screen. A small smile begins to spread across your face as you reach over and tap a few buttons on the physical call receiver, setting down your cellphone and picking up the arcade’s. You raise it to your ear.

“Good evening, this is Cascade Arcade. How may I help you?” You rattle off into the phone, hopping up and sitting on your desk with closed eyes. Moments later you get a response, to which you can’t help but chuckle at.

“Hello…” A familiar voice, sounding as casual as could be considering how much she’s been fucking phoning you.

“You know, this is getting old. First you track me down, then you release my address, and now you’re harassing me to this extent. What have I ever done to you?” You try to make your voice as calm as possible. Losing your cool whilst recording the call would be unseemly, as you were planning to post this online as soon as she hung up.

“I need you…to be on my team.” She responds to you, stating this as if it was a fact that not only she knew, but you knew as well.

“I haven’t played this game in five years. I know nothing about what it’s become, I don’t know the meta, I’m apparently a cheater to you, and more importantly, I don’t like you. So, you should just let all of this go. I messed up and I’m just trying to live my life peacefully, so please, leave me alone.”

“You can…be taught.” Her methodical way of speech continues despite the hot truth you just dunked on her, and that upsets you just a little. “My fans made me…aware that you have…a wristband. You can’t…cheat with it. You have skills…that I need. You always have. I want to be the best…and you are going to help me.”

“No, I’m not. Harassment won’t make me join you, no matter how much you keep it up – all it does is make me resent you more.”

“You underestimate…my tenacity. Besides…I think you’ll be joining…soon enough.”

Okay, so she’s fucking crazy. That’s a neat thing to know, you guess.

“And why would that be?” If she has something else coming your way, you’ll bite – if it’s something physical, you have the sweet power of EVIDENCE now.

“You’ll see…if you don’t after that…I’ll be quite surprised.”

Surprisingly, you hear the click of the line from the other side – this time she was the one to hang up on you. A moment later you hear a ping from your cellphone, showing that the recording had successfully been transmitted to you. You let out an angry sigh, and as you slam the phone back into the receiver, you hear a voice behind you.

“You okay, dude?”

Looks like Cinder is finished with her game.
>Relay to her everything you just learned along with your anger, she’s your only confidant.
>Turn and try to downplay the issue – you have her on record, and you can post the conversation online now.
>Other.
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>>3522454
>Relay to her everything you just learned along with your anger, she’s your only confidant.
She's been in on it since this has started.
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>>3522454
>Relay to her everything you just learned along with your anger, she’s your only confidant.
>Save multiple copies of that recording RIGHT NOW. Also see if you can do the same to the cctv footage of when she visited.
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>>3522454
>Relay to her everything you just learned along with your anger, she’s your only confidant.
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>>3522457
>Save multiple copies of that recording RIGHT NOW.
Save locally on the computer.
Save a copy on your phone.
Send a copy to Cinder's phone.

Always expect the worst outcome from a young teenager who plays hardcore.
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>>3522457
Seconding.
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>>3522455
>>3522457
>>3522461
>>3522467
Spill the beans in the name of FRIENDSHIP. Writing now!
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>>3522470
Is it possible for us to watch her own stream if our match against her? And see a record of what she/her viewers were saying at the end of it? I assume she won't have deleted it all in rage.
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>>3522470
I just want to say, thank you for returning back to us Cir, and the number of updates is godly. You truly are a blessing.
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[Sorry for the wait, words were being a bitch.]

>>3522475
That's absolutely possible.
>>3522479
No problem anon, I really enjoy writing this.

You let out another angry sigh and turn to look at Cinder, who’s looking at you with mild concern. She’s leaning against the desk casually, but you can tell by her furrowed brows and crossed arms that she’s tense.

“Another call from 0phelia.” You mutter, grabbing your phone and downloading the recording you had taken. “She’s fucking crazy, I swear. Saying how I have skills that she needs, and that she’s going to become the best with my help…why can’t she just leave me alone?”

Cinder looks at you, and then hesitantly reaches out to clasp your shoulder firmly. She says nothing, but she’s relaying a hell of a lot of concern from those bright blue eyes. You close your eyes and exhale, her gesture calming you just a bit.

“Regardless of that, I have her on recording – mind if I send it to you? I’d like to make as many copies as possible just in case she like…hacks my phone or something.” Cinder nods in response, and you two go through the whole rigamarole of sharing a file over Bluetooth, because that’s a feature Bluetooth has in case you didn’t know that.

Just as the transfer completes, a notification up on your phone – shit, it’s closing already? You look outside and notice that the sunset has nearly faded, the murkiness of the night sky already upon you. Goddamn, you can hardly believe the day is already ending.

>Proceed with getting everyone off of the systems, it’s closing time after all.
>Get the voice clip uploaded on your old public account first – expediency is key.
>Other.
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>>3522516
>Proceed with getting everyone off of the systems, it’s closing time after all.
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>>3522516
>Get the voice clip uploaded on your old public account first – expediency is key.

I don't trust what she said, I think she'll get some goons to wreck our shop. Is it possible for us to stream and record the cctv from our home computer? Actually wait, what if they attack our house?!
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We don't want to upload anything publicly yet, do we? I figured we're just gathering evidence, we don't have much yet. Although getting the CCTV of her flipping out would be good.
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>>3522516
>>Get the voice clip uploaded on your old public account first – expediency is key.
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>>3522516
>upload the recording somewhere privately
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>>3522525
>>3522535
She streamed your match, time to show off her bad attitude. Writing now!
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>>3522550
:)
It's only fair. She won't get the support of sponsors and civilians if they realise how bad she is. Now they'll know she lied in her interviews as well.
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[Going to take a nap after this one – my focus is starting to dwindle, and I want to keep writing consistently when I’m on. I’ll be back in a few hours! Thank you for reading – please leave any feedback or comments you have, as it helps me improve the story overall. Glad to be back, everyone!]

You decide to give the arcade-goers a little bit of extra time, going around the desk again and sitting at the computer. Cinder follows and leans on the back of the chair as you type in the link to the social forum that pros tended to use – it gave the fans an avenue to chat with the players they admired as well as insight into how they’re doing, so most coaches told players to get a profile if only so someone didn’t begin to impersonate you.

You type in your username and password, and the page begins to load up. You’re surprised that they didn’t mess with this account as well, since this website was funded by Auxilia Systems themselves. Either way, you’re brought to your old profile page, and you can’t help but cringe.

>Name: N0v4_C43s4r
>Bio: The best there ever will be.

Your profile picture is definitely one you took when you were younger, as obvious as that may be. Your younger form is bent over in a bow, wild black hair splayed out as you look at the camera with a smirk and a wink. You immediately click on it and set the profile picture back to the default one, because fuck that edgy shit. You weren’t about that life anymore.

How do you proceed?

>Check out your notifications bar that’s displaying 99+ menacingly.
>Upload the audio file along with a short message, no need to dilly dally.
>Try and see what your old team members are up to.
>Other.
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>>3522594
>Upload the audio file along with a short message, no need to dilly dally.
>Change our profile pic to a gif of 0phelia kicking that bin. Maybe hide her face if that's sort of illegal.
>Change settings so you can only receive messages from people in your friend list.
>Try and see what your old team members are up to.

See you when you wake up Cir!
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>>3522594
>Check out your notifications bar that’s displaying 99+ menacingly.

Don't upload guys. Let us be a bigger man.
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>>3522594
>Check out your notifications bar that’s displaying 99+ menacingly.
Probably a bunch of death threats.
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>>3522594
>Check out notifications
>delete cringe bio
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>>3522594
>Check out your notifications bar that’s displaying 99+ menacingly.
No upload pls
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>>3522598
This
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>>3522613
>delete cringe bio
this
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>>3522594
>Check out your notifications bar that’s displaying 99+ menacingly.

See you in another 3 weeks without a word!
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>>3522594
>>Upload the audio file along with a short message, no need to dilly dally.
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>>3522675
Nah, you guys are stuck with me this time around! No college means nothing to do for around four months, so unless something pops up I'll be hanging around here.


Originally you came on here in the interest of expediency, but you find yourself tempted by red numbers of the notification bar. A long time ago, you remember staring at it dutifully just in case someone wanted to chat. When your popularity skyrocketed, it almost became too much to bear – you couldn’t really have meaningful interactions with people when others were clamoring to be a part of the conversation as well. Despite knowing what lies beyond it, you mouse over to it and click, but not without taking care of that edgy bio. You really didn’t know what had gotten into you at that age.

The site loads up a page that lists every interaction that had came your way whilst you were gone. As you expected, a lot of it is hate mail – a melting pot of cursing, slurs, how much you had disappointed the community, how people were coming to slit your throat. You know, pleasant shit like that.

“Geez, these guys can be ruthless…” Cinder remarks from behind you, cringing at a graphic description from some guy named WARSCAPERX77. Beforehand it would have left quite an impact on you, however now you only find humor in the generic name – some people were really lame, huh? You continue to peruse down the list despite yourself, and as you get to more recent things, you find a few well wishes dispersed with hate comments that had been incited due to the recent news articles.

>FROM: Dahlia
>Heard you’re back in the fold. Gimme a call if you wanna catch up.

>FROM: x-halcyon
>DUDE WAS THAT REALLY YOU? YOU’RE OFF YOUR GAME BROTHA HMU

>FROM: Fletcher
>Call me.

You wince and feel your heart stutter at the last one. You think you’ve had enough of this page.

“You gonna post the recording or what? It’s getting late.” Cinder comments, not heeding your sudden emotions.

>Go and post the audio recording along with a small message.
>Check out your old team’s profiles, see what they’ve been up to.
>Other.
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>>3522975
>>Check out your old team’s profiles, see what they’ve been up to.
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>>3522978
Sometimes you just gotta observe the past. Writing now!
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>>3522975
that sounds great with posting a lot thought I would have something like that with big bad wolf then the pastebin disappeared along with the qm
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>>3523053
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4HFhJ5FP_LY
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Rather than heeding her words and uploading the recording asplanned, you find yourself moving the cursor over to the social tab, clicking on it and letting it load. On here the comments were more pronounced, and they all seemed to be on your last activity that you posted all that time ago – more scathing remarks, but you weren’t bothered by them. What you were looking for is the team group that your captain had created – and you were shocked to find that you hadn’t been kicked from it.

Loading into it, you find that it’s entirely inactive, which doesn’t shock you. Like Cinder had said, your team seemingly dissolved when you bailed, but no one ever bothered to delete the group. On the sidebar you spot the cluster of names that belong to your old team – none of them are online right now, thankfully. You begin rifling through their profiles.

>USER: orange
From the looks of things, Orange hasn’t been on the scene since a few months after you left. No updates, no recent games shown, not even a different profile picture. A shame, he’s a damn good player.

>USER: BU5TER
Buster was seemingly a hell of a lot more active, having taken up a position on a team that you don’t recognize. From the looks of his profile picture, he doesn’t seem to be very different – a cocky smirk with his eyes obscured by sunglasses, ratty blonde hair framing his wide face. His last status was about him dunking on a team he had beaten a week ago. How quaint.

>USER: Drifter
Drifter was similarly as active as Buster, having secured a spot on w0nderland. You vaguely recall Cinder telling you that it was the #5 team in the league? Good for her. Rather than having a picture of herself, she had a picture of her avatar – it seems she’s keeping with her desperado aesthetic. Wide hat, a poncho-esque item slung over her shoulders, and a hard-set frown. No status updates on her end, she was never the type to communicate with a lot of people.

And finally, you mouse over to the final member. Your team captain. You gulp out of nervousness, but you click on his profile.

>USER: Fletcher
Fletcher has gone solo, as he isn’t listed under any professional team. His profile picture is simple – he’s standing in front of a white background, his black hair and dark coat standing out against it. He had always been more of a serious type; however, you knew he was a very kind man behind his intimidating looks. No updates on his end either.

The buzz from your phone interrupts your thoughts – another notification about the closing time. You shake your head and sigh, standing from your chair and looking around the arcade. You can’t see anyone from here, but you’re aware that some people are most likely still hooked up to the VR machines.

You’d worry about the recording later.

>Go and see if anyone’s still on the machines.
>Flip the sign to closed and lock the doors, you didn’t want anyone else coming in.
>Other.
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>>3523076
>Go and see if anyone’s still on the machines.
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>>3523076
>>Go and see if anyone’s still on the machines.
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>>3523076
>Flip the sign to closed and lock the doors, you didn’t want anyone else coming in.
We really should have uploaded the recording. If we do it after whatever 0phelia threatened happens then it can be discredited as a forgery.
We could always post it on a bbs anonymously, though.
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>>3523083
>>3523085
Writing now!
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>>3523076
>Go and see if anyone’s still on the machines.
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>>3523086
Post it on a bbs anonymously and advertise it on NOT4chan
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“Cinder, watch the door for me whilst I get everyone off of the machines, please.” You say to her as you move behind the partition, wandering deeper into the arcade and still hearing her call back a response.

“You should hire me at this rate, with how much I’m covering your ass!” Her tone is one of jest, and it makes you crack a smile despite the memories brought on by your old team. She wasn’t exactly wrong, a lot of the time you asked her to do little things around the arcade, but you knew she’d voice her concerns if she had a problem with it.

She’s a good friend.

As you suspected, there are quite a few people still on the machines. You walk over and open the side panels, pressing the button and notifying those in game to get the fuck out of game. After the long and arduous process of manually getting everyone out – you really needed to install the automatic notifiers Alexis keeps talking about – and you once again find yourself at the front desk. You walk over to the door and flip the sign over to Closed – a lot of places had a sign that did it automatically, but you’d like to think that there’s a rustic charm to the place in that regard.

“I’m guessing you don’t want to stick around tonight?” Cinder says, her legs propped up on your desk and her form the very picture of relaxation.

>Yeah, you’re going to head home – she can stay if she wants, though. You trust her.
>Actually, you wouldn’t mind sticking around – what 0phelia said unnerves you a little bit.
>You’re going to head out, and you’d like it if she would as well if only for the sake of 0phelia’s vague warning.
>Other.
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>>3523112
>Other. Post the video with the message now.
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>>3523112
>>Actually, you wouldn’t mind sticking around – what 0phelia said unnerves you a little bit
>Use the extra time to post the audio file
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>>3523112
>Actually, you wouldn’t mind sticking around – what 0phelia said unnerves you a little bit.

>>3523117
I'm not voting for this.
>Other. Post the video with the message now.
Why do we want to do this and what that accomplish?
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>>3523076
Change from this >>3523117 to
>Actually, you wouldn’t mind sticking around – what 0phelia said unnerves you a little bit
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>>3523063
I know it's just hard to see a quest you enjoy go
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>>3523129
Because if we put the file up anytime after whatever 0phelia was planning happens, it can easily be dismissed as a forgery and would require additional work on our part to prove its being real. This is without knowing if we live in a single-party consent area.
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>>3523146
If we can spread this file, we can stop her from doing whatever she is going to do. In the worst case she does it anyway. There's not much to lose here
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>>3523126
>>3523129
>>3523140
Writing now!
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>>3523146
If she does something so drastic we may as well take it to court there well it will be easy to classify that it's real
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>>3523129
If we upload it anonymously, however, and her threat happens later (read: imminently), then people will know something is up with 0phelia and would be more likely to hurt her reputation.
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Also, I think we should try contacting Fletcher
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Fuck, too late now.
I really need to enable auto-updates.

>>3523167
Then comes the issue of consent.
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“Actually, I think I’ll hang around. What 0phelia said bothers me, so I’d like to hang around the place just in case she sends someone to mess it up. Also, there’s the matter of deciding what to do with the recording.” You tell her, waggling your phone at her for emphasis. She shrugs her shoulders with a snicker, standing and vaulting over the desk rather than going through the partition.

“Well, I’ll be playing Warscape if you need me. Get in touch with me if something happens!” She pats you on the shoulder again, but her eyes are serious. “Seriously.”

“I will, I will. You’re a lot stronger than me anyways, so I can at least use you as a bodyguard.” You reply, brushing off her hand and walking towards the desk. You hear her footsteps fade as she walks towards the VR machines, so you allow yourself to relax into your office chair.

Alright, let’s focus on what you know.

You highly doubt Rock will be back tonight, so you’ll put the matter of his issue to the side. Right now you need to focus on everything that went down with 0phelia – namely the vaguely hidden threat she had thrown your way.

>“I think you’ll be joining…soon enough.”

What could she have meant by this? A few possibilities pop up in your head – vandals, more incessant pestering, finding more people that hate your guts to come over…you don’t doubt that she would push things to the extreme if she didn’t get her way soon, since now she seems to have a personal vendetta all because you don’t want to join her fucking shitty team. God, you hate her.

And there’s also the matter of the audio recording of the whole call – you were going to post it to your profile earlier, but now that you’re thinking about it, it might not totally be the best move? Either way, you need to come to a decision on that, if only for the sake of it being out of your thoughts.

>Upload it to your social page – if she wants to swing first, you’ll swing right the fuck back.
>Upload It anonymously to a BBS – it’ll spread like wildfire, and hopefully it wouldn’t be traced back to you.
>Don’t upload it at all – you’ll keep it a secret just in case you need it someday. What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her…yet.
>Other.
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>>3523208
Nevermind, that's a stupid question; of course we wouldn't know.
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>>3523227
Yeah, you don't know that information! Could always look it up, though.
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>>3523208
>Check if what we're doing is illegal first. If it's legal, then upload it anonymously.
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>>3523246
>... behind seven proxies.
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>>3523208
>>Don’t upload it at all – you’ll keep it a secret just in case you need it someday. What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her…yet.
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Gonna go and make myself some dinner, I'll be back soon to see what the majority is!
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>>3523208
>Don’t upload it at all – you’ll keep it a secret just in case you need it someday. What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her…yet.
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>>3523208
>Don’t upload it at all – you’ll keep it a secret just in case you need it someday. What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her…yet.
Upload it into private cloud. That should give us date and extra believability
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>>3523263
>>3523279
>>3523298
Back from eating, writing now!
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You shake your head – uploading it would most likely do more harm than good, even if it would feel cathartic to do so. Instead you decide to keep it close to your chest, making sure not to spoil the fact that you do have a semblance of proof with the recording. With that in mind, you upload it to the cloud just in case she somehow gets it off of your phone, and you make a mental note to save a few copies on your PC at home. It never hurts to be careful, especially in the face of an angry gamer.

As you do so, you hear the crackle of thunder from outside accompanied by drops of rain. When you glance out the windows, you see the dark blue light from the arcade reflected in the heavy drops falling. It looks quite peaceful, honestly, but you feel too on edge to really enjoy it. You felt like you were playing a game of chess with this girl – at least in Warscape you didn’t have to think much, all you have to do is win.

You let out a long sigh as you find your mind wandering back to your team – more importantly, the message Fletcher had left on your profile. A part of you would love to speak with him again, however the majority of your mind is rebelling against that. You were afraid to face him again – afraid of what he would say due to you walking out on them. You had left without much warning in the first place, so you wouldn’t blame him for having a problem with you as well. You were really wishing 0phelia hadn’t came into your life, because now you were thinking about the past that you managed to leave behind in the first place.

Just as you’re about to curse her mentally, the sound of thunder cracks right over the building and everything in the arcade goes dark.

Fucking hell, a power outage?

>Poke your head out the door, check if the rest of the street is out too.
>Go and grab Cinder, no use sitting around when you had nothing to do.
>Stay put, you’re comfy in your office chair.
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>>3523373
>Go and grab Cinder, no use sitting around when you had nothing to do.
Pure coincidence.
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>>3523373
>Go and grab Cinder, no use sitting around when you had nothing to do.
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>>3523373
>Go and grab Cinder, no use sitting around when you had nothing to do.
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>>3523389
>>3523405
>>3523411
Writing now!
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You grumble to yourself as you make your way towards the back of the arcade, almost running into a few machines as you do. You aren’t used to walking around this place in the dark – power outages were a rarity for you, and even if you’d like to blame the circumstances on someone cutting the power, you aren’t that conspiratorial. Shit happens.

After you end up having a tiny bit of difficulty, you consider taking out your phone and using the flashlight to try and locate your pal. However, when you reach for it, you are reminded of the fact that you left it at the desk, and you’re halfway through the damn building by now. You really should have prepared for this better, you think to yourself. You can’t believe this shit.

“Cinder, you dead?” You call into the darkness jokingly, moving around what you believe to be a Tetris XXV machine. You listen and receive a response in the form of a few footsteps and what you think is a giggle?

Okay, you see what’s going on here. She’s staying quiet as a joke, a prank, and other such synonyms of the word. You’ll just have to find her in this impromptu game of hide and seek! Honestly, it beats sitting around in the chair until the power came back on. Fuck it, you’ll play.

>Listen closely for her. [This will require a roll.]
>Begin teasing Cinder as you attempt to locate her.
>Stealthily try and make your way back to the desk to grab your phone. You know, like the cheater you used to be.
>Other.

[Unrelated but I passed all my classes this semester and I'm happy about it. Time to have a celebratory drink.]
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>>3523441
>Listen closely for her. [This will require a roll.]
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>>3523441
>Listen closely for her. [This will require a roll.]
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>>3523444
>>3523446
Please roll me a 1d20, the best of the first three will be used.
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Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>3523450
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Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>3523450
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>>3523451
>>3523452
We'll do best out of two since it's been ten minutes, so a 16 it is!
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You pause in place and close your eyes, trying to focus on the environment around you. As much as you have a distaste for the game, you try and channel instincts that you had forged in Warscape into reality. A few moments pass, the only sound in the air being the pounding of rain against the roof and a distant crackle of thunder…and then you hear it.

The sound of footsteps circling around you. Holy shit, you didn’t expect to hear anything! Nice! From what you can tell, she’s somewhere behind you – judging by the route you took to get to this particular spot, she would have to be in an open space if your hearing is correct. You find yourself smirking, you thought this would take way longer than it had. The only question is…how do you approach her? There’s so much to think about when it comes to hide and seek. Why isn’t there a game based around that concept, huh?

>Turn around and try and get to her before she has a chance to run off. [This will require a roll.]
>Try and move away from her in order to get the drop on her. [This will require a roll.]
>Announce that you know where she is in the hopes that she’ll accept it as your win.
>Other.
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>>3523472
>>Turn around and try and get to her before she has a chance to run off. [This will require a roll.]
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>>3523472
>Other.
>Shine our phone's flashlight at her.

Just because we don't cheat in game doesn't mean we won't cheat in real life
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>>3523472
>Turn around and try and get to her before she has a chance to run off. [This will require a roll.]
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>>3523474
>>3523480
Roll a 1d20, please!
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Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>3523482
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Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>3523482
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Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>3523482
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>>3523483
Nice. 18 wins, writing now!
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You pause in place and feign looking around you until you hear her footsteps stop in place. You roll your shoulders and without much of a second thought, you turn on your heel and fucking bolt to where you think she is.

You can’t help but grin when you hear a small squeak in front of you – looks like you were dead on after all. You extend your arm outwards a bit, hoping to grab her wrist during her initial confusion. It would take some serious dexterity, but you were feeling pretty spry after that sudden sprint, and as you reach out you prepare to steady yourself when you grab her.

Unfortunately, your weren’t prepared for her to duck out of the way, messing up your rhythm something fierce. With your sudden momentum generated by your arm having nowhere to go, your attempt to steady yourself fails as you careen forward at a fast pace. This accomplishes two things – one, you feel your hand graze her arm. Two, you’re pretty sure you’re taking her down with you if you continue at this space.

What do you do?

>Try to catch the both of you and steady yourself, you’d rather not injure your friend due to your rashness. [This will require a roll.]
>Catch yourself on the machine and hope that you don’t fucking football tackle her in the process.
>Let nature take it’s course.
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>>3523506
>>Let nature take it’s course.
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>>3523506
>Try to catch the both of you and steady yourself, you’d rather not injure your friend due to your rashness. [This will require a roll.]
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>>3523506
>Try to catch the both of you and steady yourself, you’d rather not injure your friend due to your rashness. [This will require a roll.]
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>>3523506
>Try to catch the both of you and steady yourself, you’d rather not injure your friend due to your rashness. [This will require a roll.]

[Headbut her! Assert dominance!
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>>3523514
>>3523517
>>3523519
Please roll a 1d20 to prevent disaster.
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Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>3523526
it's her fault
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Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>3523526
Allah don't fail me now
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Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>3523526
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>>3523532
her game has caused disaster

>>3523533
yooooooo
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>>3523533
we have been blessed by the dice gods
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>>3523533
This wins, the dice gods are smiling. Writing now!
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>>3523538
>her game has caused disaster

You move faster than 5 km/h on foot someone gonna get accidentally molested, one of the core rules of anime.
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>>3523544
nature's course was not taken on this day, disaster has been prevented.
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You briefly consider trying to stop yourself on one of the machines that are next to you, and you even consider not trying to stop it and trying to lessen the impact. However, your mind begins clear. You would not feed into the cycle of guys falling on girls. This isn’t one of those animes. You aren’t the daft protagonist of some isekai story. The rules of nature hold NO LAW OVER YOU GODDAMNIT.

The cycle ends here.

You try and maneuver yourself so that you’re not about to drive your shoulder into her, and instead reach out your other arm to press against the machine behind her. You snake your arm around her waist and pivot, slamming your back against the machine but stopping the both of you from taking a tumble.

Fuck, that kind of hurt though.

>Wolfgang O’Neal
>Health: 9/10

All is silent between the two of you as you pant, the movements you had made taking the wind out of you. You can feel her in front of you, your arm still around her waist and some of her hair splayed across your arm. Once you were certain that you had steadied yourself, you let her go.

“Found…you.” You say between breaths, your heart pounding due to the exertion. She doesn’t respond for a few seconds, assumedly because she’s calming down herself.

“Y-Yeah! You sure did!” Her voice is strangely high-pitched, and you hear her stepping away from you. “Sorry for the impromptu hide and seek, I thought it’d be funny…”

“In the dark? Around expensive machinery?” You can’t help but respond, looking in her general direction with a raised eyebrow that she couldn’t even see.

“Well, isn’t that the way to play it?” Her voice returns to normal as if nothing had been odd about it, and you both share a chuckle.

The moment of levity is then interrupted by a loud crack of thunder and the sound of shattering glass from the front of the store.

…what the fuck?

>Go and investigate.
>Duck down and try to turn your attention to the storefront.
>Hide - fuck whatever that is.
>Other.
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>>3523575
>Duck down and try to turn your attention to the storefront.
We clearly got the Dex for this Stealth.
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>>3523575
>>Go and investigate.
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>>3523575
>the sound of shattering glass from the front of the store.
Just a lurker, but if that is who I think it is I'm pissed...
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>>3523575
>Go and investigate.
>Need to buy a gun intensifies
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>>3523575
>Go and investigate.
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>>3523582
>>3523586
>>3523588
It begins. Writing now!
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>>3523604
BEFORE THAT: FUCK 0PHELIA
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You feel a quick flash of terror spike down your spine as you instinctively step away from the noise, reaching out blindly to the left to assure that Cinder was still there. When you feel your hand bump against her arm, you find yourself able to exhale.

>”I think you’ll be joining…soon enough…”

Is this what she meant? You couldn’t know, considering you didn’t even know what the fuck broke the glass. Either way, you needed to find out what was going on and try to extricate yourself from the situation – the power was still out, and therefore your CCTV camera was fucking dead. Anything that happened now wouldn’t be recorded, and that made you feel exposed in a manner that makes your heart pound in fear.

Either way, time wouldn’t pause on account of your contemplation. You drop into a crouch and move forward, trying to keep yourself obscured just in case the offender could see well in the dark. Without making noise, you manage to make your way towards the now clear sound of rain splashing against pavement. You peer around a machine, hoping that there would be some form of light source to work with – unfortunately the street is still powered off, and the moon is seemingly obscured by clouds.

Shit just keeps going against you, huh?

>Try and listen for sounds other than the deafening rain. [This will require a roll.]
>Make your way over to your desk so you can grab your cellphone.
>Knock something over in an attempt to draw out whoever broke the glass.
>Other.
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>>3523642
>Make your way over to your desk so you can grab your cellphone.
s t e a l t h
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>>3523642
>Throw something to draw attention
>fucking book it for the desk and get your phone
Knew we should've uploaded that fucking audio file.
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>>3523642
>Try and listen for sounds other than the deafening rain. [This will require a roll.]
Everything backed up on cloud bitch!
FUCK 0PHELIA
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>>3523642
>Make your way over to your desk so you can grab your cellphone.
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>>3523607
No anon, fuck Cinder
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>>3523646
>>3523659
snake.....move to desk....Writing now!

>>3523654
The fuck 0phelia train is a good train.
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You hear footsteps behind you, shortly accompanied with a pat on the back – Cinder’s right behind you, and that makes you feel safer if only for the fact that she’s way stronger than you. After casting a hesitant glance towards the rest of the room, you slowly make your way towards where you think the desk is. Thankfully, you succeed in not being spotted, although when you reach it you hear another deafening crash as another window is busted.

This solidifies the fact that this might be 0phelia’s doing. If it was someone seeking to get into your till, they would have just climbed in and climbed out. Since they broke more than one, it meant that this was a message or an intimidation tactic – and it was just so conveniently timed that it happens when your CCTV camera and alarms are disabled.

Does nature have a vendetta against you now? Is this what you get for littering that one time? Fucking mother nature is an asshole, goddamn.

Setting aside the issue of nature’s machinations, you find the partition and open it, moving inside on your hands and knees. Once you cross that threshold, you scuttle over and swipe your phone off of the surface and pull it close.

Well, you’ve made it this far. What now?

>Move further into the arcade and call the police. [This will require a roll.]
>Stand and quickly take a picture of the storefront, if you catch the perpetrator you’ll have evidence.
>Other.
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>>3523701
>>Move further into the arcade and call the police. [This will require a roll.]
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>>3523701
>Move further into the arcade and call the police. [This will require a roll.]
You'd think we'd have a button for this kind of scenario.
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>>3523705
>>3523709
Roll a 1d20!
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Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>3523716
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Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>3523716
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Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>3523716
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>>3523728
Praise be to this anon. Writing now!
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You move back out of the desk, nearly bumping into Cinder as you do – Christ, she’s literally right behind you! As you slink through machines as close to the ground as possible, you hear a noise that perturbs you.

A grunt, followed by glass falling and crunching underfoot. Oh dear, the person’s inside now.

You pick up the pace a little and move towards the Warscape machines without much incident, covering the phone with your shirt as you reach them and turning down the brightness. You tap at the emergency call button, dialing 911 as fast you can with a now trembling hand.

When you bring it to your ear, the operator has already answered.

“911, what is your emergency?”

Looks like power isn’t dead on that side of town, thank god.

You keep your voice as low as you can while you begin to explain the situation to the man, nervously glancing towards the sound of footsteps that are now audible over the pouring rain. When questioned for further details, you give all that you know – the line goes silent for a few moments, and those moments feel like an eternity to you. Soon, the man returns.

“We’ve sent a car out your way, it will be there in fifteen minutes. Please stay on the line for the duration.”

You curse mentally as you remember that the station is across town from you – fifteen minutes was plenty of time for you to get your shit stomped in by a wayward vagabond. You suppress your irritation, instead muttering that you’d stay on as long as you’re able to.

What do you do?

>Stay put, there’s no reason to risk yourself any further with the police already on the way. [This will require a roll.]
>Try to make your way back to the entrance, if you can get out and away from the arcade you’ll be home free.
>Locate the perpetrator and snap a photo – you’ll have their face as evidence if they try and flee.
>Other.

[And with that, I’m going to pass out for the night! Please leave feedback, questions, comments, or anything else – it helps me improve my writing, because there is a lot of improvement to be had. I sincerely hope you’ve enjoyed reading this so far, and I apologize for being gone for 3 weeks without a word! Have a good night, and I’ll see you tomorrow.]
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>>3523757
>Go to the entrance and try to stop the perp from getting out, hopefully they dont know of any back entrances
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>>3523757
Pass phone to Cinder then go bust some heads
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>>3523757
>>Other.
Try to get Cinder out of here so she can be safe and then
>>Locate the perpetrator and snap a photo – you’ll have their face as evidence if they try and flee.
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>>3523761
Anon, we haven't even tried to make it; last thing we can do is get physical.
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>>3523763
>>3523764
Ugh. Fine! This then >>3523763
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>>3523763
If they trash our phone, we've lost the recording as well. Best thing to do is give it to Cinder or hide it somewhere they won't find.
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>>3523850
We have duplicates of the recording tho, we sent one to Cinder a couple updates ago.
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>>3523858
And thank God we did that. It's best to get her out of here, since her phone has a copy saved. Plus she's nice and we wouldn't want anything to happen to her.

>>3523763
Supporting.
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>>3523263
>>3523279
>>3523298
Dammit anons, now she can claim the recording was forged after this incident. Sure some people won't believe her but in all likelihood, many will.

We also need to protect the server banks, and security logs. If these idiots destroy them then we can't prove she was here, nor that she is violent.
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>>3523757
Tell Cinder to get her phone out. Let see if we can't get pictures of the asshole fucking up our workplace.

Tell Cinder to stay put behind the counter, and leg it for the CCTV room. The Intruder might be going for recording/tapes that show her having temper tantrums, and that, combined with the veiled threats might be enough to fuck her over.

maybe get the police involved? If the police show no interest, then we post all of it online and let the internet fuck her over.
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>>3524042
>Tell Cinder to stay put behind the counter, and leg it for the CCTV room. The Intruder might be going for recording/tapes that show her having temper tantrums, and that, combined with the veiled threats might be enough to fuck her over.
Aye sir, we need to leg it into the security room!
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>>3523757
>>Locate the perpetrator and snap a photo – you’ll have their face as evidence if they try and flee.
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So not to say it’s impossible, but you think it’s possible this is unrelated to 0philea? Like I said there’s a good chance it is her, but I think it’s just as likely that this is some other ass hay with a vendetta. this seems a bit to brash even for her.
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>>3524080
It's possible but there are quite a few coincidences. The power was cut off and they made sure to break the store's glass when thunder sounded. Sure the latter point could be done by any criminal, but the former means that these criminals spent a short while scoping the place out, they found the power cables and cut off the power. This is likely to have been premeditated.
Now why would a group of random thugs waste their time being sneaky when we're just a gamestore?

Also QM, did we back up the cctv footage like a couple of us requested or was it only the audio file?
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[Good morning, everyone! Back to your regularly scheduled vandalism.

>>3523763
This wins!

>>3524107
I can confirm that the power wasn't cut by someone, it's a natural power outage - the entire street is currently dark, that's why you can't see jack for the current moment. Also you've only backed up the audio file, not the CCTV footage.

Throughout the tension of the situation, it was easy for you to forget that Cinder was still here. If at all possible, you’d prefer it if she escaped without being harmed – she is a close friend after all, and with this happening she’s been dragged into your business without a say in the matter. If you dared to suggest such a thing to her however, she’d probably cuff you around the ear for it – if anything she’d beat the shit out of this guy for daring to encroach on her practice space. Regardless, you need to get her out of here.

“Cinder, I have a plan.” You desperately hope that the thunder and rain masks your voice from the intruder, not caring much if the 911 operator overhears – if the guy got ahold of you, you’d have to think on the fly regardless.

“Yeah?” She’s as cool as a cucumber, her voice not far from you. You can practically picture her pressed against the machine, eyes closed as she searches for any signs of the vandal. The booming footsteps stopped a minute ago, and that’s somehow more terrifying – at least before you had an idea of their location, and now all that remains is the tormenting sound of rain. This was like something out of a B-tier horror movie, really.

“We’re going to go to the front, and you’re going to get out. After that, I’ll try and get to the security room so I can grab the records of 0phelia just in case this is her doing. I’ll snap a picture of the guy afterwards, and then I’ll peace out as well.” You think that this is a pretty good plan, but Cinder disagrees.

“And what if you get caught, dude? What if the guy fucks you up?” Cinder whispers with frustration, reaching out and grasping your shoulder before you can respond. “I at least can fight, you’re…well, you’re not very strong. We’ll have a better chance if I stick around.”

You find yourself mentally cursing – why does she need to be stubborn right now? If everything goes off without a hitch, nothing will be harmed except your wallet due to the glass windows you’d need to replace.

That’s if things go off without a hitch, though.

>Try and persuade her to go along with your plan. [This will require a roll.]
>Concede and allow her to be your backup.
>Suggest another plan that she might be agreeable to. [Other.]
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>>3524116
>Try and persuade her to go along with your plan. [This will require a roll.]
Good morning Cir!
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>>3524116
>Try and persuade her to go along with your plan. [This will require a roll.]
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>>3524116
>>Try and persuade her to go along with your plan. [This will require a roll.]
We wouldn't know what to do if she gets hurt
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>>3524116
>Try and persuade her to go along with your plan. [This will require a roll.]
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>>3524116
>Try and persuade her to go along with your plan. [This will require a roll.]
We got shit Charisma though.
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>>3524129
>>3524133
>>3524134
>>3524135
>>3524137
Alright, we're starting the day with a roll! Please roll a 1d20 to do a persuasion.
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Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>3524140
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Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>3524140

>>3524141
Ouch
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Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>3524140
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>>3524142
YOOOOOOOO.
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>>3524144
Ayyy.
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>>3524142
Well, that super wins. Writing now!
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>>3524142
Dice Gods are happy with our altruistic actions
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You try and soften your tone as you move to face her fully, putting a hand over the one grasping your shoulder. Time to dump some logic that she’ll hopefully listen to.

“Cinder, it’ll be a lot easier to move around silently by myself. He’ll have a lot harder of a time finding one of us in pure darkness. Plus, I don’t plan on getting caught – he won’t be able to hit me even if he does catch me.” That is a potentially bold-faced lie, but you’re a dexterous man and can evade hits. Whether or not you could do so in total darkness is another matter, and one you’re definitely not going to think about.

Before she has a chance to respond, you lay it on thick – you take her hand off of your shoulder and squeeze it.

“I’d also prefer it if you didn’t get hurt during this. You won’t have to worry, as soon as I complete my plan I’ll be out of here. I promise.” Whilst you may be putting it on a little strong, you mean every word of this – it would tear you up if she got injured, whether this is 0phelia’s doing or not.

She takes a few seconds to process this information, you can only imagine the patented pout-glare she’s sending your way. However, she lets out a bitter sigh and squeezes your hand back.

“Fine. You’re a dick, but fine. Let’s go.” She certainly sounds irritated, but you’d take that over a potential incident. With that squared away, you make your way across the arcade once more carefully. You’re hyper aware of your surroundings, pausing at the slightest unnatural noise. When you make it to the front, you find yourself having to step over the broken glass, the crunching making you flinch as you do. This would be one hell of a mess to clean up in the morning,

“I’ll get ahold of you when I’m out.” You tell her when she’s through the door, already turned around to head towards the security room.

“Stay safe.” She responds, and shortly after you hear footsteps on the pavement as she bolts away.

Alright, time to put your plan into action.

>Head directly to the CCTV room behind your desk.
>Take a moment to try and ascertain the intruder’s location. [This will require a roll.]
>Other.
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>>3524152
>Head directly to the CCTV room behind your desk.

Also a 15 minute response time? Do we live in Detroit?
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>>3524152
>Head directly to the CCTV room behind your desk.
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>>3524107
Ya this is a natural black out like cir said. So I feel like it’s alot more likely that some random guys walking around pissed about the cheating just wanna vandalize our shit. Not to say I’m not on the fuck 0philea train, cause well fuck her. But I don’t want to end up blaming every misfortune we run into on one person. Seriously tho. She’s fucking crazy. That being said I would not be opposed to us saying thanks 0philea when ever we’re mildly inconvenienced
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>>3524152
>Head directly to the CCTV room behind your desk.
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>>3524154
>>3524157
>>3524165
Writing now!
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>>3524159
>random guys walking around pissed about the cheating just wanna vandalize our shit.
It was five years ago! These people need to learn to let go.
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>>3524171
That’s the best I can think of. Cause I doubt there’s anyone who could predict forces of nature for this. I mean maybe that one guy rock has buddy’s around that he’s talked shit about us to.
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>>3524193
Could be Ophelia minion who was waiting outside to work up the nerve to start vandalism. When power went out he saw and took advantage.
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You briefly consider trying to locate the guy but decide against it in the end. Time is definitely of the essence, and every second that you dawdled is a second that they could use to get a bead on your location. This is certainly a risky move, but the quicker you get out, the better.

You move over to the desk and try to put the gentle crunching of glass under your foot out of your mind, instead focusing on navigating to the partition. You briefly consider hopping over the desk, but if you fucked it up you’d be screwed. You ain’t no Dukes of Hazzard, so you move around like a normal person and get in without difficulty.

Just when you let out a sigh of relief, you hear a crash that makes you nearly jump out of your skin. This motherfucker was messing with your arcade machines now? You’d be highly surprised if it wasn’t 0phelia at this point, and if it wasn’t…well, some Warscape players did result to vandalism over a loss. You had experienced it first hand all those years ago, but this extended beyond a house being fucked up…if they kept going, you’d have thousands of dollars’ worth of machinery to fix.

How fucked was the league nowadays? Why couldn’t people learn to let go? You had made your mistakes, and yet they were still being dragged up and displayed at your detriment. Your hatred for the game and community grows more every day, and more importantly towards that fucking persistent bitch 0phelia. If you find out that she did this, you’re going to flip your shit more than you already have.

You stand for the first time in a long while, rushing over to the door and testing the knob. Thankfully you hadn’t locked it, so you move in and shut the door behind you. Even without being able to see clearly, you remember this room if only because of its simplicity.

The room is very small and lacks decorations, only containing a desk, a chair, and a computer. This room was hardly used by you except on the rare occasion that you actually needed to check your security footage, so it sat empty about 99% of the time. You move forward and locate the computer, reaching behind it to unplug everything. As the power is out, you can’t do fuck-all other than taking the whole computer with you – and unfortunately, the amount of wiring you have plugged into the back of this thing is making the process a little slow.

>Turn on your flashlight so you can see what you’re doing. [This will require a roll.]
>Fumble through it in the darkness, the chance of them seeing the light is too great. [This will require a roll.]
>Other.
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>>3524212
>Does the door swing inwards? Do we have our keys with us? If yes to either then lock ourselves in the room (e.g. with a key or prop the door closed with the chair). Maybe hide our phone in a corner and set it to record in case the assailant gets in.

Out of curiosity QM, how would the person see the light of our flashlight? If the door is closed and there aren't any windows then the only way light could shine out is from under the door.

If that's true then.
>Cover the bottom of the door with your hoodie/top (or whatever overgarnment we're wearing) prevent light from escaping, then turn on your flashlight so you can see what you’re doing. [This will require a roll.]
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>>3524212
>Turn on your flashlight so you can see what you’re doing. [This will require a roll.]
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>>3524232
The door swings inwards, you do have your keys. And the light will be visible from under the door, yeah.
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>>3524212
are we not insured to this kind of thing? it seems to me that knowing the lengths other people go to with warscape, we'd take some measures to protect ourselves in a situation like this
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>>3524239
Oh perfect! Then we place our shirt under the door to hide the light while we extract the computer!
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>>3524212
>Don't use flashlight
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Gonna go make myself some lunch, so be back soon!

>>3524243
You aren't insured as you fully have the ability to pay for all of the costs incurred business-wise, and unless you go off on an insane shopping spree, you'll be good money wise for the duration of the quest. You made a lot of money when you were on the scene, and with living quite frugally other than business expenses, you still have a lot left in the bank. Would it have been smart to take out insurance? 100%. However in my mind, it just...wasn't something you thought about.
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>>3524268
oof. guess that cheating thing hit harder than I thought
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>>3524232
+1
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>>3524212
>>Turn on your flashlight so you can see what you’re doing. [This will require a roll.]
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>>3524232
I support this set of actions.
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>>3524212
>>Turn on your flashlight so you can see what you’re doing. [This will require a roll.]
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>>3524238
>>3524319
>>3524344
Finally back, looks like this won out! Please roll a 1d20 for flashlight stealth.
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Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>3524350
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Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>3524350
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Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>3524350
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>>3524352
You are our hero. Lets hope it was high enough...
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You hear a few more crashes outside, which makes you wince – not due to fear, but due to the fact that you’ll have to shell more money the more shit gets broken

Regardless of future costs, you finally feel comfortable in turning on your light in the safety of the room – the brightness throws you off guard with your vision being nothing but dark for the last while, but you shake it off as you aim it towards the computer. It’s very nice to be able to see again, and you’re quickly able to get to work in undoing all of the wires. The crashes continue to occur, and some sound very close at times – it spurs you on in finally removing all of the wires.

Occasionally you’re forced to give updates to the 911 operator who still has been on the line for the duration of this, letting him know that you’re safe and that you plan to remove yourself from the premises as quick as possible. He objected to it at first, but upon hearing the crashing he reluctantly conceded that you probably should get going. No matter what he said, you’d be leaving – fuck sticking around during this shit.

You haul the computer off of the ground and onto the desk, managing to mitigate the sound as best you can. It’s quite heavy – you had spared no expense in getting decent wares for the arcade, and while it may be outdated by today’s standards, this computer is a solid one.

Leaning against the desk, you stare at the door with trepidation. Step two of your plan is now completed, so where do you go from here?

>Exit the room and try and snap a picture of the criminal like you planned. You’ll bail as soon as you get a solid shot of him. [This will require a roll.]
>Text Cinder and tell her that you’ll be holing up in the security office. The police should be here shortly, and you have keys to lock the door.
>Try and exit the arcade without taking a picture, you have 0phelia on camera and on a recording if you wish to blame it on her. [This will require a roll.]
>Other.
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>>3524377
>Exit the room and try and snap a picture of the criminal like you planned. You’ll bail as soon as you get a solid shot of him. [This will require a roll.]
We're going to be killed.
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>>3524377
>>Exit the room and try and snap a picture of the criminal like you planned. You’ll bail as soon as you get a solid shot of him. [This will require a roll.]
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>>3524377
>>Exit the room and try and snap a picture of the criminal like you planned. You’ll bail as soon as you get a solid shot of him. [This will require a roll.]
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>>3524389
>>3524391
>>3524400
Many rolls are had today. Roll a 1d20, and let's hope the dice gods favor you on this one.
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Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>3524403
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Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>3524403
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Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>3524403

>>3524406
All hair the king!
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>>3524427
Hail, but you get my point
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>>3524406
Good shit anon
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>>3524406
Writing now!
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You know that it’s best to stick to the original plan, and if you’re lucky you’ll make it out before he can guess where the flash comes from. Normally the guy would be able to find you, but he was just as in the dark as you – it’s no doubt that the sudden flash of the camera might disorient him due to the area being pitch black. With that in mind, you hoist the computer into your arms and move towards the door, gently edging it open just as another machine is broken.

If you actually do get a clear shot of this guy, you’re going to be elated – Alexis can sue them for you, since you didn’t really want to be bothered in all honesty. She may irritate you sometimes, but she’s reliable when it comes to things that you don’t understand.

You set the computer on the desk as you move around it, fishing out your phone and waiting for another machine to get broken. When you hear the noise, you immediately turn your phone’s camera to it and snap a picture, ducking down as soon as you see the flash go off. You hear a low grunt from within the arcade, followed by the stomping of footsteps as whoever it is moves to a new location – thankfully they seemed to be going to the left of you.

You let out a shaky exhale and raise the screen to your face, using your hoodie to shield your cellphone from view. When you look closer at it, you see a remarkably clear picture – and your blood turns cold.

Oh fuck. You didn’t think Rock would be back so soon.

This certainly confirmed the rumors from your days on the circuit – there was no hard evidence of the fact, but people always talked about how Rock would go and pick a fight with whomever he had a problem with, often times vandalizing their property when he couldn’t find them. Judging by the conversation you had with him earlier, he must have ran the clip by someone he trusted – and they convinced him that you had actually cheated against him all those years ago.

Well, now he thinks you’re a cheater and a liar. The police are going to love this.

>Exit the arcade, you’re on the home stretch.
>Confront him and say you have a picture of him, use it as leverage against him.
>Send the picture to Cinder and go back into the room, if he hadn’t checked the security room yet he isn’t likely to at all.
>Other.
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>>3524467
>Exit the arcade, you’re on the home stretch.
>Send the picture to Cinder.
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>>3524467
>Other, Exit the arcade and send a copy of the picture to Cinder.
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>>3524467
>Send the picture to Cinder and go back into the room, if he hadn’t checked the security room yet he isn’t likely to at all.
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>>3524467
>Exit the arcade, you’re on the home stretch.
We know who he is, we have evidence, we can absolutely fuck him.

How long until police arrive now?
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>>3524467
>Exit, you're on the home stretch

Rock has the highest IRL stats so far. We don't want him to catch us. OP never weighed in on if Ophelia and Cinder working together could take him.
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>>3524479
Adding to this as I forgot,
>Send picture to Cinder first.
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>>3524476
>>3524477
>>3524479
>>3524482
Writing now, it's time to get fucking gone.

>>3524480
With Cinder, there would be a fair chance in your favor. She isn't nearly as strong as Rock, but you don't need to be as strong as someone to beat them up!
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>>3524467
>>3524477
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>>3524467
>>Exit the arcade, you’re on the home stretch.
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You hurriedly pull up your messaging app and send the picture to Cinder, closing it directly afterwards just so you don’t have to look at it. If Rock caught you, you’d be dead meat – it’s time to skedaddle.

You slouch back over to the desk and pick up the computer, the weight of the thing causing you to readjust your hold on it. Once you’re assured that you aren’t going to drop it on the way out, an angry shout followed by more crashing causes you to head towards the door immediately. He must be growing impatient as time passes – the police should be here in about 7 minutes if the operator was being truthful.

You turn and walk towards where you know the entrance to be, keeping yourself low to the ground and ignoring the crunching of glass under your uncertain steps. It didn’t really matter if he heard you anymore, because you’re almost home free. You open the door and feel the harsh wind of the storm grace your face, the spray of rain refreshing your sweating body. You take a step forward, feeling invigorated…

And that’s when you realized that fate really must have a vendetta against you.

You hear the sound of scraping against concrete, as if someone was making a sharp turn on foot. It couldn’t have been a millisecond afterwards when you feel a pressure on your torso – something on the computer, and something on your abdomen. With a low noise, you find yourself pushed hard into the arcade, your footing upheaved and your body following suit as you hit the floor.

A second later, you hear the crash of your computer hitting the ground.

Fuck.

You’re taken off guard in a major way, and as if the flash of lighting and the crack of thunder was a starting pistol, you hear booming steps sprinting towards you. You try and scramble up, feeling your palms get cut up by the broken glass. Due to the proximity of the assailant, you hear an exhale as something heavy is picked up from the ground – your fucking computer.

You need to act fast.

>Go for the assailant and reclaim your computer, exposing yourself to Rock.
>Turn around and go deeper into the arcade, but at the cost of your computer being stolen.
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>>3524519
>>Go for the assailant and reclaim your computer, exposing yourself to Rock.

Also get Cinder to help us by distracting him.
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What do we have on our computer that we haven't sent a copy of to cinder yet?
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>>3524519
>Go for the assailant and reclaim your computer, exposing yourself to Rock.
We've shared everything with Cinder and the police are dialed into your phone, so it doesn't matter if Rock runs or tries to hurt us. Either way he's gonna be caught.
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>>3524533
The CCTV footage from the arcade.
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>>3524533
Recording of 0phelia stalking us irl, which she denied.

I love how this started as a quest about videogames.
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>>3524519
>Go for the assailant and reclaim your computer, exposing yourself to Rock.

Go on, Rock, add some assault charges.
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>>3524519
>Go for the assailant and reclaim your computer, exposing yourself to Rock.
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>>3524519
>>Go for the assailant and reclaim your computer, exposing yourself to Rock.
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>>3524519
>No one steals our computer!
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>>3524528
>>3524534
>>3524538
>>3524541
>>3524545
Writing now, sorry for my lateness I had some stuff to do!
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>>3524588
Fuck 0phelia and Fuck Rock
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>>3524589
I get immense joy in writing these two. Gotta love irrational, with grudges or aspirations!
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>>3524589
>Fuck 0phelia
I think we know what our new sign will be once we repair this place.
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>>3524594
I'm fully in favor of starting a new Warscape account for the sole purpose of beating and humiliating her back down to level 1. Possibly while pretending to be an obnoxious 12 year old.
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>>3524598
unfortunately she probably has an army of white knights to protect her
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>>3524598
We could also challenge her to a final game to prove who's the victor. While she expects it be be Warframe, we then uncover that it would be a single round of snakes'n'ladders, or Catan... Or Cluedo.

Otherwise we could make a new guild called 'Friends United 0phelia', or something along those lines.
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>>3524598
Sounds petty and ridiculous. How are we going to delevel her anyway?
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>>3524605
She's trying to go pro, if we release all we have on her then I doubt anyone would hire her. At least for a few months or years. We shouldn't keep this material on the back burner, it'll lose both it's legitimacy and value the longer we leave it.
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>>3524605
I was exaggerating, I doubt there's a real way to delevel her (unless you can lose levels for losing enough matches, I suppose). That said, if she pisses us off enough and the evidence won't stick, it's possible that hammering her online may be the only way to get her to back off.

The question right now is, if Rock's attack wasn't encouraged by her, what IS SHE planning to do to us?
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>>3524614
>The question right now is, if Rock's attack wasn't encouraged by her, what IS SHE planning to do to us?
Who's to say she doesn't know where our house is? Or where our family are.
Thank God the police will take us in for questioning, we can bring her up and show the evidence. Plus they'll keep us safe for as long as we stay in their company.
If 0phucker does anything physical tonight then Rock has unintentionally saved our ass.
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>>3524618
Considering our family disowned us and we haven't had contact in years, how much would we even care about them?
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It feels like time slows as you consider your options.

You could either run into the arcade and forsake your CCTV footage, but at the avoidance of the incoming physical harm from Rock. Or you could wrench the computer away from the person, if only to get it away from them in a fucked up game of keep-away. You find your legs tensing, and you spring forward towards the person obscured by darkness.

Looks like you’re gonna be getting a little roughed up after all. You’ll make it up to Cinder later.

You collide with the person, causing them to gasp as they attempt to pull the computer away. Thankfully by upsetting their posture, you ensure that you can take it out of their arms and shove them back just as they had done to you.

Unfortunately, you feel strong hands grasp your shoulders, and then you’re thrown through the fucking air.

Hurtling through an empty building is more terrifying than one would think it to be, and you’re not afraid to emit that you let out a strangled squeak/yelp as your flight is stopped short by one of your arcade machines. Your back erupts in pain, and you think you feel something trickling down the back of your neck? You hear the operator question what had happened from your pocket, but honestly you didn’t plan on responding. You have better things to worry about, especially now that you had a solid assault charge against Rock.

Boy, and they say running an arcade is boring!

>Wolfgang O’Neal
>Health: 7/10 (-2)

The computer is still grasped tight in your arms, and you manage to feel out a gap between the machines and shove it inside. Hopefully it’d remain safe there while you deal with this fucking issue. Speaking of said issue, you hear the heavy footfalls of Rock making his way towards you.

What do you do?

>Police ETA: 5 minutes.

>Fight back, he swung first – you have proof via the operator. [This will require a roll.]
>Try and get around him and out of the arcade – if the person is blocking the door, you’ll go through the window. [This will require a roll.]
>Call Cinder for backup, you should never have told her to leave.
>Other.
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>>3524630
>Try and get around him and out of the arcade – if the person is blocking the door, you’ll go through the window. [This will require a roll.]
Run rabbit run!
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>>3524630
>Try and get around him and out of the arcade – if the person is blocking the door, you’ll go through the window. [This will require a roll.]
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>>3524630
>Try and get around him and out of the arcade – if the person is blocking the door, you’ll go through the window. [This will require a roll.]
We should sign up as a stuntman.
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>>3524630
>Try and get around him and out of the arcade – if the person is blocking the door, you’ll go through the window. [This will require a roll.]

I assume we're using anime physics, or else jumping through a window is a good way to get extremely deep cuts from glass. Unless you throw a chair through first, and then carefully jump out. And your shoes protect your feet properly.
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>>3524645
Both windows in front are broken, although there is always the shards still in the frame!
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>>3524645
Have you not heard of shatterglass anon? I'm not sure if they'd be popular in fictional, future America but they shatter without leaving large shards to cut yourself on.
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>>3524630
>Try and get around him and out of the arcade – if the person is blocking the door, you’ll go through the window. [This will require a roll.]
If this dumbass whines that we're ruining his life AGAIN when he gets arrested...
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>>3524632
>>3524639
>>3524641
>>3524645
>>3524656
Roll a 1d20 to dodge the large man.
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Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>3524662
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Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>3524662
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Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>3524662
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>>3524670
Anon, you're our only hope!
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>>3524670
Writing now!
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You get up off the ground and wince at the pain in your hands and back, however you shrug it off as you stand and try to dart past him. Since you don’t believe he can gauge exactly where you are in the darkness, you’re betting on the fact that you can get around him.

You get close enough to him that you can hear his enraged panting and cursing, and you almost make it past him – unfortunately he must have felt your attempt to move past him, and he reaches to grab your wrist that’s nearest to him. When he grabs it, he gives you a mighty tug, and you’re forced to stay in place.

Fuck, this is the worst place to be.

“You fucking liar…” His voice is nigh on demonic, his grip tightening to a point where you’re wincing.

“You fucked your own team man, stop blaming it on me.” You blurt out as you strain against his iron grip, not exactly caring what comes out of your mouth. Apparently the truth was the wrong thing to say in this situation because he shouts, and you feel his weight begin to shift. It takes you a millisecond to realize he’s aiming a punch at you.

>Wriggle out of his grip and continue forwards! [This will require a roll.]
>Try and counter the blow, sending one right back at him. [This will require a HIGH roll.]
>Try and duck out of the way while remaining in his grasp, saying that you have evidence of what he’s done today.
>Other.

[Apologies if the amount of rolling is detracting from the story, just let me know and I can tone it down if it’s hindering the fun.]
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>>Wriggle out of his grip and continue forwards! [This will require a roll.]
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>>3524687
>Wriggle out of his grip and continue forwards! [This will require a roll.]
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>>3524687
>Tackle him
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>>3524687
>Wriggle out of his grip and continue forwards! [This will require a roll.]
KEEP GOING
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>>3524687
>Wriggle out of his grip and continue forwards! [This will require a roll.]
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>>3524687
>Wriggle out of his grip and continue forwards! [This will require a roll.]
DO NOT ever mention we have proof unless we're close to death.

[Apologies if the amount of rolling is detracting from the story, just let me know and I can tone it down if it’s hindering the fun.]
It's okay Cir, though the constant waiting does make me impatient, that's all on me though since I'm in a rush to get to college soon.
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>>3524692
>>Tackle him
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>>3524690
>>3524691
>>3524693
>>3524697
>>3524699
ROLL TO ESCAPE CROSSING FATE.

>>3524699
Hope college is going well for you anon.
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Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>3524707
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Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>3524707
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Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>3524707
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Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>3524707
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>>3524707
>Hope college is going well for you anon.
oh it's going, not sure it's going well but it is going...

>>3524708
>Rolled 18 (1d20)
Well at least I'm good with numbers somewhere in life!
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>>3524708
The prophecy is fulfilled. Writing now!
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You manage to wrench yourself out of his hand with all of your might, taking a tumble but scrambling up to your feet as you dart towards the door as quick as you can. You hear a sickening crunch of plastic and metal folding behind you, and you know that his hand must have gone through one of your machines.

“SON OF A BITCH!” He screams after you, but the adrenaline coursing through your body forces the fear down - he won’t be catching you as long as you get through the window. You swear that you can feel his pounding footsteps as he follows like a shark smelling blood, curses spilling from his mouth as he slowly begins to gain ground.

You can feel the wind on your face the closer you get to the windows, and it’s at that moment where you need to make another call. You know someone is at the door keeping you in, and you could go through the windows. However, there’s no telling how broken the windows are – glass cuts hurt like hell, and even if the wind and rain is washing over you, you can’t accurately determine how much glass is still in the frame.

>Police ETA: 4 minutes.

>Go through the door and hope you can muscle past the other aggressor.
>Take a chance and go through the window, cuts meant nothing if the alternative was worse. [This will require a roll.]
>Other.
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>>3524728
>Take a chance and go through the window, cuts meant nothing if the alternative was worse. [This will require a roll.]
Screw it, it's better than being caught by Rock.
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>>3524728
>Take a chance and go through the window, cuts meant nothing if the alternative was worse. [This will require a roll.]

better chance of this working then getting passed a guy at the door with a heavy computer in hand
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>>3524728
>Go through the window
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>>3524728
>Go through the door and hope you can muscle past the other aggressor.

Make sure this asshole gets an assault charge too. (Alternatively they might just be a weedy lookout who didn't sign up to hurt anybody and just thought the place was empty, and will run away because they're not a total dumbass.)

>>3524730
Didn't we hide the computer in a gap inside? I don't remember us picking it up again.
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>>3524728
>Take a chance and go through the window, cuts meant nothing if the alternative was worse. [This will require a roll.]
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>>3524729
>>3524730
>>3524735
Roll 1d20 to become a hollywood action star.

>>3524730
>>3524737
Also yeah, the computer's between two arcade machines - you managed to keep hold of it once you got it from the door person.
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>>3524737
>and you manage to feel out a gap between the machines and shove it inside. Hopefully it’d remain safe there while you deal with this fucking issue.

You're right. but i still dont want to deal with a possible 2v1 scenario
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Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>3524741
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Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>3524741
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Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>3524741
If only there was an explosion...
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Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>3524741
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>>3524745
Thank god for this anon. Writing now!
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>>3524747
Thank... Thank god it's best of 3...
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>>3524747
ONE SECOND! ONE FUCKING SECOND!
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In the face of an angry gamer chasing you, and also in the face of a shady person blocking the door, you take the next best option – vaulting through the fucking window.

You jump forwards at what you believe is an appropriate time, and you hear Rock grunt in confusion as his fingers graze your back. You fly through the window frame, and thankfully there were no big shards to hinder you – the only thing that meets you is the pavement of the sidewalk, and you don’t pause to register how much it hurt you. You pull yourself up before Rock can follow, and you wildly look up and down the street. The barest hints of moonlight are shining through the clouds, revealing that there are two other people on either side of the sidewalk. You can’t make out any appearances, but Rock brought back-up.

Whether he paid a bunch of vagrants or enlisted some angry friends, you don’t know. All you know is that it’s time to jet.

>Run across the street to get away from the group, you need to get out of here and let the police deal with this. [This will require a roll.]
>Try and bait Rock out of the arcade so you can double back and get the computer, you can’t risk it being compromised since you didn’t make a copy of it.
>Muscle past some of the goons and try to get to a part of town that has the power on. [This will require a roll.]
>Other.
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>>3524760
>Run across the street to get away from the group, you need to get out of here and let the police deal with this. [This will require a roll.]
Fuuuck, since we hid it and since they're probably chasing us the computer will be safe.. Hopefully.
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>>3524760
>Try and bait Rock out of the arcade so you can double back and get the computer, you can’t risk it being compromised since you didn’t make a copy of it.
They know what it looks like and they will look for it.
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>>3524767
Shit wait yeah, switching to >>3524767
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>>3524760
>Try and bait Rock out of the arcade so you can double back and get the computer, you can’t risk it being compromised since you didn’t make a copy of it.
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>>3524767
>>3524768
>>3524770
Writing now, bait the bull.
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>>3524760
>Try and bait Rock out of the arcade

We don't need to double back, the police will be here in less than 4 minutes. All we need to do is keep them distracted until then.
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About the whole computer situation... I have an idea that I wish I had earlier. If we have a screwdriver we could have just opened up the computer and taken out the hard drive instead of grabbing the whole thing. We probably could have just hidden the drive in our pocket and this situation would be quite easier.
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Police ETA: 3 minutes.

Actually, no. You can’t go yet – you need to grab your CCTV computer. With the revelation of these goons and that they’re associated with Rock, you can assume that they’re after the computer as well. Why Rock would be after it in the first place is a mystery to you, but stranger things have happened – at least he was only shown being a bit aggressive. Now it’s escalated, and boy is that neat!

“Hey, dickhead!” You call towards Rock, seeing his body outlined in moonlight turning to face you. “Looks like you’re slow as always! No wonder your team bit the dust so fast!”

He lets out a scream of anger, and you feel something sail by your head. Did this bitch just throw your landline at you? Either way, what you said certainly garners his rage, because you see him come through the window and bolt towards you with outstretched arms. You can vaguely make out his entourage closing in as well, so you’re gonna have to act fast.

>Duck under his arms and back into the arcade. [This will require a roll.]
>Run away, you’ll let the police deal with this and you’ll pray that the computer is still there when you get back.
>Other.
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>>3524787
>Duck under his arms and back into the arcade. [This will require a roll.]
DEX
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>>3524787
>Duck under his arms and back into the arcade. [This will require a roll.]
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>>3524787
>Run away, but make sure they keep chasing you rather than going back after the computer
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>>3524787
>Duck under his arms and back into the arcade. [This will require a roll.]
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>>3524787
>>3524800
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>>3524787
>Duck under his arms and back into the arcade. [This will require a roll.]
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>>3524787
>>Duck under his arms and back into the arcade. [This will require a roll.]
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>>3524796
>>3524799
>>3524801
>>3524807
Continue your lifestyle as a DEXterous dude with a 1d20.
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Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>3524814
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Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>3524814
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Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>3524814
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>>3524818
Huzzahhhh
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>>3524818
I'm starting to think a d20 is too small
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>>3524823
it really isnt. The only difference between a d20 and d100 is the amount of numbers. the percentage or passes to fails is still the same
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>>3524823
I run 3d10 + bonuses in my campaign. But d20 is fine too.
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>>3524818
Back, sorry for the wait! After this one I'm gonna head off for a little bit to get some stuff done, but I'll be back within an hour or two. Writing now!
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You aren’t even allowed a second to breathe when you jerk down underneath his charge, sprinting back into the arcade with a burst of energy that you have to drag up from the very depths of your being. The goons also reach to restrain you, but you duck out of the way and even shove one back for good measure – this is fucking insane, that’s for certain. If your memory is correct, you don’t have long to wait before the police show up and start taking care of business.

>Police ETA: 2 minutes.

Whether you were going to remain for questioning or not, you need to get that computer somewhere off the premises. They know what to look for now, and you need this as evidence not only against Rock due to tonight’s events, but 0phelia as well for obvious reasons. Even if she didn’t directly cause this incident (you think), you’re going to blame her for everything from now on. It’s due to her that your address was plastered online, after all! And for the moment she has deniability – hopefully with the combination of the CCTV footage and your audio recording you’ll be able to dash away her lies that she told the press.

With some semblance of light due to the moon, you have a vague idea of where you’re going now and can easily spot the machine that you were tossed into. One of the ancient shooters from arcades of old, you would have a hard time replacing this one when all is said and done. You hear the doors crash against the wall as Rock enters the building again, and just as you see his eyes fall on you, you feel something pull on your sleeve and drag you back into the shadows of the Warscape machines.

“Heya, boss.” You can see the moonlight reflect off of Cinder’s pearly white grin.

>”What the hell are you doing here?”
>”Oh, thank god.”
>”Didn’t we have a deal, Cinder?”
>Other.

[And with that I’m off to do housework. Talk in a bit, hope you’ve enjoyed so far!]
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>>3524861
>Make the 'I'm doubling your salary' joke.
For those that don't know it.
"I'm doubling your pay"
"You don't pay me."
"Then I'm tripling it!"

>Ask if she's okay, if she's been hurt.
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>>3524861
>”Oh, thank god.”
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>>3524870
I support this.
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>>3524861
>>3524870
Seconding this post
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>>3524870
this
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>>3524870
+1
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>>3524870
>>3524907
>>3524926
>>3524976
>>3525010

[Yo! I’m back.]

Even if you had told her to go, you can’t deny the relief you feel with her coming out of nowhere like this.

“After this, I’m gonna double your salary.” You whisper, pressing your back against the machine as you listen to the muffled conversation from outside. The rain has let up a bit, and as such more details of the environment are available to you – namely the pacing of Rock as he stalks across the floor, the sound of distant sirens, and the sound of one of the goons running off. The police sirens must have set them on edge, as they damn well should – to be completely honest you didn’t care if the ones outside got pinched, all you care about is Rock getting what he deserves.

“But…you don’t pay me?” Cinder responds tentatively, her own eyes nervously darting towards the areas around this cluster of cabinets. Shadows now dance in the slowly intensifying moonlight, and that puts you on edge in a bad way. Regardless, you’re very happy that she fell into your reference even in this tense period of time.

“Then I’ll triple it.” You take a risk and peek around the corner just in time to see one of your machines be pushed over, the resulting crash causing the glass to sparkle as it flies through the air. You’d call it beautiful if it wasn’t one of your machines that cost you at least a thousand dollars. You’ll definitely have Alexis rake this guy over the coals, because to be honest you don’t know the first thing about law or any of those procedures.

If memory serves you right, the computer is wedged in-between the gap right in front of you. You could absolutely snatch it and try to make your way out again, but you don’t know how ballsy you feel with Rock fully aware of your presence as of now. Staying put is certainly an option too, however you don’t know if the police will take the computer as evidence if they discover it. The distant sirens taunt you.

How do you proceed?

>Snatch and run, the police would easily be able to find out where you live – you just need to make sure the computer is safe so you can copy the CCTV footage. [This will require a roll.]
>Stay put and keep vigilant, it’s only two minutes before the police will arrive. You’re SURE nothing will go wrong in that time period.
>Ask Cinder when she got here again in the first place, because you absolutely remember her leaving.
>Other.
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>>3525070
>>Ask Cinder when she got here again in the first place, because you absolutely remember her leaving.
How'd you get in ,because we need to FUCKIN BOOK IT
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>>3525082
Uh, to clarify, WITH the computer in-hand.
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>>3525082
Ask and you shall receive! Writing now.
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>>3525070
>Stay put and keep vigilant, it’s only two minutes before the police will arrive. You’re SURE nothing will go wrong in that time period.
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>>3525070
>>3525082
This with Snatch and Run after the questioning.
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“How did you get in here? I know I heard you run off earlier.” You keep your voice as low as you can, the sounds of Rock’s mayhem weighing heavily on your mind.

“I did, but when you sent me the picture, I figured I should come back just in case. I know you told me to go, but like…it’s Rock. I can already see he got to you.” She gestures to your bruised wrist in particular, leaning back against the machine. “And I just came in through the window when you jumped out, since I didn’t see you with the computer I thought I’d grab it for you. Couldn’t find it, though.”

“But…what about the people on the sidewalk? They didn’t stop you?”

“There weren’t any when I was out there, I was surprised to see other people around.”

That’s…honestly pretty fucking strange. Did those people not come with rock? Were they 0phelia’s subordinates? You’ve attracted so much ire over the past few days that it’s hard to say.

“So, do you still have a plan, or are we waiting it out?” She implores.

>Police ETA: 1 minute.

>Go with the plan and peel out of here, with Cinder helping you out you’re sure you can escape Rock’s wrath one last time.
>Stay put, you’d rather not take a beating and chances are the police will forbid this place from being entered. That might not stop people, though…
>Other.
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>>3525111
>Stay put, you’d rather not take a beating and chances are the police will forbid this place from being entered. That might not stop people, though…
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>>3525111
>>Go with the plan and peel out of here, with Cinder helping you out you’re sure you can escape Rock’s wrath one last time.
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>>3525117
>>3525120
Gonna roll between them to see which one goes through. Writing now!
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Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>3525142
Been a bit since I rolled, mistyped the command. I am ashamed.
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>>3525111
>>Go with the plan and peel out of here, with Cinder helping you out you’re sure you can escape Rock’s wrath one last time.
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“I think I’ll stay here. I’d rather not get beat on again, and I’ll just hope no one messes with it when they take me in for questioning.” You groan and run a hand down your face, slumping against the cold plastic of the machine with resignation. You’d just place hope in the fact that the police wouldn’t let people go through the fucked-up building, but you’ve become well aware just how crafty determined people could be. You weren’t worried about anyone from the town coming in, just people who happened to have seen your address online.

All this work put into hiding away from the world, and all of it’s gone in a blink of an eye. It hadn’t really hit you until just now, but the thorough thrashing of your shop really hammered it in for you. You’re going to get back at 0phelia if it’s the last thing you do.

How would you even do that, though? Post the audio file online and start a smear campaign? Align old fans to harass her so she has a hard time playing? Fuck 0phelia merchandise? The possibilities are endless!

“Yeah, that’s fa-…” Cinder begins to speak, but then trails off as her eyes widen and slowly pan from your face to above you. You feel a very hot breath wash over your neck and shoulders, and your heart seizes. It couldn’t have been more perfectly timed, really.

Are you fucking kidding right now? Is this dude like a goddamn velociraptor?

>Get away from him, immediately. [This will require a roll.]
>Look up at him casually, the police are about to show up. All it’ll do is let them catch him in the act.
>Other.
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>>3525184
>>Get away from him, immediately. [This will require a roll.]
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>>3525184
>Get away from him, immediately. [This will require a roll.]
Protect the computer like your life depends on it (it does)!
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>>3525184
>Get away from him, immediately. [This will require a roll.]
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>>3525188
>>3525192
>>3525197
Please roll me a 1d20, but wait, this time there's more...also roll an additional 1d4, because Cinder's here to help your ass out.
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>>3525207
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Rolled 13 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>3525207
Lets see if this works
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Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>3525207
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Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>3525209
Shit
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>>3525211
it didnt work
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Rolled 1 (1d4)

>>3525207
>>3525212
and here's the d4
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Rolled 1 (1d4)

>>3525207
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Rolled 3 (1d4)

>>3525207
>>3525214
Rolling the additional 1d4 because I don't know how to roll different dice
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>>3525211
Mm, didn't know that you can't roll multiple types of dice. I'll just go with this one and do something else next time, apologies for the trouble!
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>>3525223
The second roll could be another d20 divided by 5 with the result truncated
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Your body is a bit slow to react to this, jerking forward as you hear a malicious chuckle come from his throat. You would have been caught, but thankfully Cinder’s reflexes are quicker than yours – she grabs you and practically yanks you away from the machine with surprising force. While this does a good job in getting you away from Rock, it leaves her wide open – and he takes advantage, driving his foot into her abdomen.

“Ugh…” She coughs out a groan, managing to roll away herself a moment before he brings his foot down once more.

>Cinder Faye
>8/10 (-2)

Your eyes widen as Cinder scrambles away. Has Rock gone fucking crazy? Is he just assaulting everyone associated with you out of a blind rage at this point? You hadn’t done anything wrong, it’s literally all his and his coach’s fault! How deluded is this motherfucker!?

You feel a fresh rush of anger course through your system, overriding the fear you had been feeling over the past half hour. She has nothing to do with this.

>You have every right to swing back at this point, so you will. [This will require a roll.]
>Reign in your anger and abscond with your computer, if he’s going this far you really don’t want to be around. [This will require a roll.]
>Tell Rock that the police are almost here, he’s getting pinched for this.
>Other.
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>>3525247
>Other
Smash his face with the computer, the HD would be fine.
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>>3525247
>Reign in your anger and abscond with your computer, if he’s going this far you really don’t want to be around. [This will require a roll.]
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>>3525247
>>You have every right to swing back at this point, so you will. [This will require a roll.]
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>>3525247
>Reign in your anger and abscond with your computer, if he’s going this far you really don’t want to be around. [This will require a roll.]

we should keep our cool.
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>>3525247
>You have every right to swing back at this point, so you will. [This will require a roll.]
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>>3525267
just to make sure this vote doesn't include abandoning cinder right? we are both running?
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Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>3525267
>>3525270
I'm back. Gonna flip between these two to see what goes through, since it's tied. No matter what, please roll me a 1d20!

>>3525301
Yeah, you'll both be running if it goes through.
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Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>3525306
Looks like the Dice Gods don't like me huh
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Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>3525306
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Rolled 68 (1d100)

>>3525306
>>3525307
I wouldn't say that
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Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>3525320
Oops
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>>3525307
Looks like you're doing pretty alright at the moment! Writing now.
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>>3525322
Oops indeed, you dunderhead. We lost everything now, unless he just feels like beating us yo a pulp.
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You exchange a look with Cinder, her eyebrows knitted together in pain. You both look at the door at the same time, and that’s all it takes for you two to sprint forwards. You duck to Rock’s left, and she goes to his right – with the most precision that you can muster in the current moment, you spin around and pull the computer from the gap with all of your might. Through some miracle, it doesn’t tumble from your hands and you’re able to spring away from Rock’s fist once again.

With what you know at the moment, there shouldn’t be anyone lingering outside. You heard one of them run off earlier, and something tells you that the sirens will soon be sending the others in the same direction. You’re working with an extremely limited timeframe, and you’d guesstimate that you have about 30 seconds to be clear before the police show and make you go in for questioning. After the beating you’ve sustained, you’ll be honest – you don’t fucking feel like it right now.

“Looks like I’m making a break for it, operator. See ya!” You still remember the man being on the line throughout this whole experience, so you stick your hand in your pocket to shut off your phone as you run forwards. You’re certain that it makes the way you’re running look silly, but who the fuck cares right now really? Cinder goes through the door and makes a sharp left turn, taking the computer from your grasp as you go through the window once more.

You two certainly worked like a well-oiled unit. If she was on your team back in the day, no doubt you’d have had even more success.

You follow her lead in taking a hard left, and you both bolt down the sidewalk as fast as you can, the intimidating sound of Rock’s screams hounding you all the way down. As if fortune was shining down on you just this once, you can see the quick rhythm of red and blue lights begin to reflect off of a store window – just when you think that the jig is up, Cinder sharply yanks you by the collar into an alleyway that leads to the adjacent block. She waits for you to take a second to catch your breath, and then you both run as fast as your legs can take you. As you flee the scene, you catch one sentence that makes you feel some innate sense of satisfaction.

“GET ON THE GROUND, NOW!”

Gotcha, bitch.

>Make your way home and pass the fuck out.

[And this is where I’m ending it for tonight, folks. I was originally planning to go a bit longer, but I ended up having an unpleasant interaction with my mother and I’m not really feeling up to writing at the moment! I sincerely hope you’ve enjoyed reading so far and I apologize if my quality took a hit during the middle of the day, as I certainly felt it did. If you’d like to, please give me some feedback! I want to make this quest better so everyone has a better time viewing it overall. Have a good night, and I’ll see you bright and early in the morning.]
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>>3525358
goodnight OP, hope things are ok.
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Binged the entire series. Have to say I love it.

>Didn’t make a terrible pun while running away

Pathetic
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>>3525358
Goodnight OP, I hope things improve for you..
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>>3525358
Good shit, QM, good shit. Needs more dramatic, angsty brooding though.

I assume we're going to call a company to come board up the broken windows before we pass out, in the name of not getting robbed on top of everything.
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>>3525618
Oh shit, good point.

We also need to check up on Cinder and then tomorrow we'll visit the police immediately.
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>>3525618
Police would probably be on the scene to prevent that from happening
>>3525358
Looks like we're going home boys, we even managed to get the computer! But before we do, make sure Cinder is ok.

Still loving the quest Cirno, thanks for running. Hope things get better for ya.
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we got to invest in some protection for both the arcade and for personal defense. better cameras, an insurance policy, a shotgun under the counter, anything.
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[Good morning, everyone! I have an improved title card for the next thread. I’m not going to spoil it, but it’s the best thing.]

The gentle brushing of the morning light against your eyelids is what rouses you from your deep slumber, body aching in ways that you didn’t know it could due to last nights events. Your back feels like someone’s worked you over with a meat tenderizer, and upon opening your bleary eyes and rolling over, you can see dried blood on your pillow from where the back of your head was busted open. You shake your head and sit up, blankets shrugging onto the floor as you do.

Holy hell, last night was insane.

>Wolfgang O’Neal
>Heath: 8/10 (+2)

You could almost say that the scene was taken out of some action film, if not for the lingering aches racking your body. Not only are you not used to taking pain, but that was the most exercise you’ve gotten physically in who knows how long. You’ve managed to maintain a pretty slim frame over the years, but that’s only due to frugal living – you’ll be feeling the soreness in your legs for days.

“Fuckin…ugh…” Your voice is groggy as you move your head away from the light, the sun’s glare unrelenting. You briefly contemplate just stripping out of your clothes and limping to the shower, but a snore from the living room reminds you that you’re not alone in the apartment for once.

Looks like your dramatic shower scene has been avoided on this day.

>Get up and inspect your wounds in the mirror.
>Find your cellphone, it’s not on your side table.
>Poke your head out and check on Cinder, she had a hard night too.
>Other.
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>>3525853
>Poke your head out and check on Cinder, she had a hard night too.
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>>3525853
>Poke your head out and check on Cinder, she had a hard night too.
>Bring her a first aid kit if she has one, she took a beating.

>Looks like your dramatic shower scene has been avoided.
For now.
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>>3525853
>Poke your head out and check on Cinder, she had a hard night too.

waifus before laifu
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>>3525866
>Bring her a first aid kit if she has one, she took a beating.
If (you) have one
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>>3525866
+1
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>>3525865
>>3525866
>>3525867
>>3525869
Check on your compatriot. Writing now!
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You force your legs over the side of your bed despite their protests, standing up and wincing at the intensified ache. You feel like you’ve ran about five blocks nonstop, which is actually what you had done! Things are a bit of a haze after you ran down the alleyway, but you know for a fact that you kept the pace up once you collected yourself. You aren’t an athlete, and that certainly shows.

Moving over to the door of your room with labored steps, you stick your head in the room to locate your pal – you had thought she would have gone home on her own after you both arrived, but you recall her pushing in and collapsing onto the couch without a word. You would have given her shit for it, but you did the exact same thing, so you don’t have room to talk. Both of you were exhausted.

As it turns out, she hasn’t seemed to have moved from her position whatsoever. A leg is hitched over one of the arms of the couch, her hair splayed out all over the place and a trail of drool leaking from the corner of her mouth. She must have forgotten her hoodie at the arcade earlier, showing off what appears to be a w0nderland branded shirt that must have ridden up during the night – while her exposed stomach may have been considered a bit of idyllic fanservice under normal circumstances, the angry purple and red bruise extending from her belly button to her side dashes those thoughts real quickly. You have no doubt in your mind that it will take a while to heal.

The sight of Rock stomping on her still make your blood boil.

>Wake her up so you can apply medical aid.
>Let her rest, you need to check on your own wounds as well.
>Locate your cellphone.
>Other.
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>>3525886
>Locate your cellphone.
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>>3525886
>Locate your cellphone. Check cellphone. Charge cellphone.
> Cover Cinder with your duvet/bed cover.
>Make breakfast.
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>>3525886
>Locate your cellphone.
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>>3525886
>The sight of Rock stomping on her still make your blood boil.
No mercy.
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>>3525889
>>3525893
Seek the cellphone and the treasure it holds. Writing now!
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You duck back into your room and grab one of your blankets that you have folded up in a box under your desk – now it seems you finally have a use for them! They just kinda sit there and collect dust since you only use the one on your bed. It’s good to be prepared, kids!

You walk over to her and cover her with it – you’d worry about being subtler about the action, but you doubt that you could wake her up if you tried. She’s out for the count, it seems – you’ll let her wake up on her own. With the matter of Cinder’s modesty and warmth squared away, you adjust your gaze to the rest of the room to search for your phone.

Thankfully, you find it immediately in the living room chair along with the computer that you worked your ass off to save. You can see the notification light flashing a variety of colors, showing that you have a multitude of things to work through momentarily. Rather than fearing the unknown and what it holds, you reach over and snatch it off of the chair. You don’t recall having turned the phone back on after leaving the arcade, but you’ll chalk that up to your memory being flawed. Switching it on, you’re immediately greeted with a whole fucking list of things to look through.

>45 unread messages.
>4 missed calls.
>2 voicemails.
>BREAKING NEWS! Former Team Leader of Ge…
>Former pro’s livelihood in jeopardy? The events of…

Wow. This is a big yikes. What do you look at first?

>Check your messages and calls.
>Check out the news articles.
>Actually, fuck it, you don’t want to deal with this right now.
>Other.
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>>3525916
>Check your messages and calls.
>Check out the news articles
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>>3525916
>Check your messages and calls.
>Check out the news articles

Bless the gods for your quick updates Cir!
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>>3525921
Trying to remain consistent while also being timely!
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>>3525916
>BREAKING NEWS
Lmao get fucked Rock.

Inb4 his fans blame us too and come after us
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>>3525916
>this is a big yikes

>Check your messages and calls.
>Check out the news articles.
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>>3525916
>>Check your messages and calls.
>>Check out the news articles.
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>>3525919
>>3525921
>>3525925
>>3525926
Ch-ch-ch-check it. Writing now!
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You briefly consider not facing the world and just shutting your phone off right here and now, but you’re stronger than that – besides, it might be important. You unlock your phone and walk into the kitchen, leaning against the counter – fucking hell your back hurts – and clicking on your messages to see who’s getting ahold of you.

>Alexis: (45 unread messages.)

Well, this is a bit surprising – not the fact that she’s messaged you, but the fact that she’s sent so many. You hesitate for a second before clicking, but anything she says is a pill best taken now so you don’t have to think about it later.

>Hey! Saw some sirens coming out your way, did you have a heart attack or something? Lol.
>What’s uuuuuup? Seems like your side of town’s pretty active, they’re sending even more cars your way! Keep safe, you hear?

The messages start out very casual, just like how she would speak regularly. After scrolling down a few more jokes and wisecracks, they take a pretty hard tonal shift.

>Yo, what the fuck happened last night? I just saw some weird shit on the news – are you good?

This is the start of various questions and comments about the arcade, your condition, and everything else shown on the news. From what little you could gather, the police had a lot of trouble restraining Rock – they managed to do it, but four officers got knocked out in the scuffle.

Holy shit, dude.

Her messages stopped for a few hours, and then they picked up again.

>Are you okay? I’m on my way over.
>Your apartment’s locked, let me in.
>Fine, I’ll come in myself.

You glance over to the door – it’s indeed unlocked, and that makes you frown. The final message she sent is a simple one.

>Call me when you wake up.

You’d like to say it was out of character for her to worry this much, but you knew better than a lot of people that she stresses easily. With her basically presiding over your building and apartment for the past few years, you can’t bring yourself to comment on this in a negative way – as irritating as her personality could be to your broody ass self, it was nice to know that she’s looking out for you.

Swiping over to the call screen, you can see three of the missed calls are from her, and one of them is an unknown number. She’s left a voicemail for you, and so has the unknown caller.

>Get in contact with Alexis to assure her that you’re alright.
>Listen to your voicemails first.
>Procrastinate and make breakfast, like a coward.
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>>3525938
>Listen to your voicemails first.
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>>3525938
>Listen to your voicemails first.
As much as we should call her, doing so would create an entire conversation. It's better if we listen to voicemails before conversing with real people.
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>>3525938
>Listen to your voicemails first.
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>>3525941
This, let's sort out our entire situation first
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>>3525938
>Voicemails

Rock is fucked.
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>>3525938
>Listen to your voicemails first.
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>>3525940
>>3525941
>>3525945
>>3525946
>>3525947
Time for voicemails. Writing now!
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We should probably get our head checked, too.
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You open the refrigerator and grab a can of soda, opening the tab and drinking some as you go over to your voicemail app. Soda wasn’t exactly the best thing to be drinking early in the morning and on an empty stomach, but you’d rather have that before having milk straight out of the jug. Shit’s just not kosher man, especially when you’ll be sharing that milk with Cinder once you make breakfast. There are many things to consider when more than one person is in your home.

From the looks of it, Alexis’s was from early in the night, around when she first started texting you. When you turn it on, you can hear the sounds of sirens in the background – damn, they really must have sent a lot of cars.

>”Heya! Just calling to see how you’re doing, because holy FUCK there’s a lot of police heading out that way. Might wanna tell Cinder to get home, since she’s prooooobably practicing like usual. Since you’re not picking up…are you playing with her? Did playing against that 0phelia girl reignite your competitive spirit? Should we start putting up signs that the famous Nova is open to all challengers!? Hah, just fucking with you man. Gimme a call back.”

Your face is a strange mixture of fondness and irritation – like hell she’s ignited your “competitive spirit”, all she’s done is ignite anger that you haven’t felt before. Speaking of 0phelia, you’re guessing that the unknown number is her. The voicemail has a little purple tag showing it was left on the arcade’s phone line, which you guess is now your cellphone since Rock broke the fucking thing trying to throw it at your head. You let out a harrowing sigh and turn it on.

>”Hello…it seems you’re in a…bit of a bind. You should…call this number back. I can promise…it will be a fruitful endeavor.”

You want to slam your head into your fucking counter. You’d ask yourself if she knew when to cease, but you’re well aware that she possesses no logic or tact anywhere in her body. You’re going to deal with her somehow today, although how you’ll do it is something you’re still working on. Maybe it’s the head wound affecting you, but you want this girl out of your life – two days of this has been long enough.

>Get in contact with Alexis.
>Call 0phelia back.
>Read the news articles.
>Make breakfast and wake up Cinder when it’s done. (Bonus: describe what breakfast you’re making if you want.)
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>>3525963
>Get in contact with Alexis.
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>>3525963
>Touch base with Alexis
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>>3525963
>Get in contact with Alexis.
>Read the news articles.
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>>3525963
>Make breakfast and wake up Cinder when it’s done. Do the anime protag thing and cook the best bento for breakfast
put that call in the 'proof of crazy' folders asap
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>>3525963
>Get in contact with Alexis.
>Read the news articles.
Have the police really not called us? Anons, I suggest we visit the station as soon as possible!
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>>3525963
>Get in contact with Alexis.
Well should call Ophelia back just to get her off our back (I'm still on for the blackmail) anyway lets call someone who actually cares about us
Oh yeah this is kinda reminding me of wizards soul now.
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>>3525963
>Get in contact with Alexis.
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>>3525980
>wizards soul
The manga? Sure the subplot was dark but nobody attacked a shop with a gun...
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>>3525968
>>3525969
>>3525980
>>3525981
Writing now!
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>>3525984
Well just general obsessed with competition thing and the world engulfed by a single game.
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You shake your head as you dial Alexis’s number – thinking about 0phelia this early in the morning will only give you a headache, you’ll deal with her when you’re more awake and have more energy to spare processing the bullshit that spews from her mouth.

The line rings for a few seconds, and then you hear a click as she accepts the call.

“Yo.” You start off as casually as you can, keeping your voice low as to not accidently disturb Cinder. You still don’t think she’ll wake up, but better safe than sorry – you remember how angry Drifter would get when you went to her room to get her up. The team drew straws for that particular task.

“What the FUCK, dude?” Her loud voice comes through the receiver, and you pull it away from your ear. Fuck, that hurt.

“What are you referring to?” You say with irritation, walking back towards your room if only to have a semblance of privacy. With the tone of Alexis’s voice, literally anyone who stood within a five-foot radius could hear her words.

“The arcade! Rock! You!” She continues, and you can almost picture her pacing back and forth as she spouts off. “Your bed looked like a fucking murder scene when I walked in!”

When you cross the threshold to your room, you glance towards the bed. She’s exaggerating, there’s not that much blood – just a few patches on your pillow! Pointing this out might have mixed results, however, so you don’t.

“Not as bad as it looked. The wound, I mean.” You press your fingers to it and hiss, it’s scabbed over but it certainly doesn’t feel pleasant.

“Who the fuck cares! Have the police gotten in touch with you!?”

“Not yet.”

You can hear her scream into a pillow. Damn, she’s really worked up – you haven’t seen her like this before.

“I’m coming over right now. Be ready.”

“Hey, wa-“

The line goes dead before you can finish your sentence. Well, this is how your morning is going to go, you guess. It’s still nice to know that she cares, though.

>Call 0phelia back.
>Read the news articles.
>Go and make breakfast (describe the breakfast you wanna make.)
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>>3525996
>Go and make some egg ham and cheese sandwiches
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>>3525996
>Read the news articles.
>Make some coffee for everyone; you, Alexis and Cinder if she ever wakes up.
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>>3525996
>Read the news articles.
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>>3525996
>Read the news articles.
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>>3525996
>>Read the news articles.
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>>3525996
>Read the news articles

How many times did Rock get tazed?
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>>3526008
Not enough times
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>>3526004
>>3526006
>>3526007
>>3526008
Read them articles! Writing now.

>>3526008
Since it's not going to come up otherwise (maybe it will now), he took four of them when he refused to stay down. Dude's built like a brick shithouse.
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[Sorry for the wait! Gonna go make myself some lunch, be back soon! Hope you’ve enjoyed.]

You stare at the phone for a few seconds before shooting a text to Alexis, telling her to be quiet on her way in since Cinder’s still sleeping. You shake some of the sleep from your brain as you walk back into the kitchen, tapping on the article that claims to have breaking news. When it loads up, the top of the page also says BREAKING NEWS!

This aggressive advertisement tactic works well on people like you who are searching for breaking news.

>BREAKING NEWS! Former Team Leader of Genesys Arrested for Vandalism???

The article goes on to explain the situation in as much detail as a poorly written, highly popular news site can muster. It says that Rock was reported to have been caught in the act of vandalizing an arcade, throwing in some vague references that it belongs to you but never outright stating it. They particularly highlight the fact that Rock strong-armed through many policemen, knocking out four of them and only being subdued when hit with four tasers at once.

>From the looks of things, the rumors about him must be true! For those who don’t know, it’s been said that Rock goes to beat up people that he doesn’t like, as well as breaking their stuff if he can’t find them! The owner of Cascade Arcade was nowhere to be found, however from pictures it looks like some blood can be seen on one of the machines! Such a mystery, right? We’ll keep you updated as more details come out! See you next time, gamers!

And of course, they had to throw a namedrop in. You begin making a pot of coffee as you idly skim over the other article – this one doesn’t hesitate in using your name, and it actually is a better written article overall – it’s sure to cover your past in the scene, your recent resurgence, and it what could have led you to this particular career choice. You still don’t like the fact that it’s covering you in the first place, but at least there’s no misinformation or attempts to clickbait! You hate this one a little bit less.

>Call back 0phelia, might as well get it out of the way
>Make a proper breakfast instead of going through mental agony.
>Other.
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>>3526036
>Make a proper breakfast instead of going through mental agony.
Make some scrambled eggs with sausage, bacon and toast. We're not the only one here.
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>>3526036
>Make a proper breakfast instead of going through mental agony.
Fuck Ophelia, ignore her.

Enjoy your lunch, QM.
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>>3526036
>Make a proper breakfast instead of going through mental agony.

Scrambled eggs and toast? Idfk
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>>3526036
>Make a proper breakfast instead of going through mental agony.
We are professionals here.
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>>3526036
>Make a proper breakfast instead of going through mental agony.
Voting for grabbing some bisquick and fruit, making fried eggs, biscuits, and a fruit salad with honey and orange juice. Delicious as fuck and we can pretend we're eating a balanced breakfast. Maybe some sausage on the side?
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>>3526036
>Make a proper breakfast instead of going through mental agony.
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>>3526047
>bisquick
>not aunt jemima

Absolutely disgusting
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>>3526036
>Make a proper breakfast instead of going through mental agony.

Literally anything but ophelia right now
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Yo howdy, I'm back!

>>3526041
>>3526045
>>3526047
Since all of these have eggs in common, we're just gonna combine all three of these and make THE fucking breakfast hookup. So, with that in mind...roll me a 1d20 to see how well you do in making it! Good luck, anons.
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Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>3526088
Cooking 100
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Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>3526088
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Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>3526088
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>>3526091
Wait, I forgot RuneScape only goes up to 99.
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>>3526094
Not too shabby! Writing now.
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>>3526088
1d20
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Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>3526088
Excuse me I'm an idiot
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[I hid something from you, anons, and I’m sorry for that…you have a +15 to cooking related rolls already, I just wanted to see if you’d get a 4 or under. Literally cooking 99.]

You set your phone down, fully deciding to not pay any mind to it until you finish the bomb ass breakfast you’re about to make. Admittedly you don’t know what Alexis and Cinder like for breakfast, and you don’t often get the chance to cook for guests (much less yourself), so you think that it’s a perfect opportunity to show them your COOKING PROWRESS. You go back into your room and take off your bloody top, replacing it with a black undershirt and a button-up green plaid t-shirt. You check yourself out in the mirror – you could do better, but you want to get breakfast done before Alexis shows up.

With that in mind, you begin to get to work. You do take a quick walk down to the corner store to pick up some items that you need, but as it’s literally just a minute away from your apartment, it doesn’t take too long to get back. You then proceed to cook your ass off for the first time in years – and as you do, you hear the sound of your couch creaking. You look over to see Cinder fully sitting up, her eyes on you lazily as you bustle about the kitchen. Her shirt has slipped down once more, which is good – no lewd content in this fucking virgin’s household, that’s for sure.

“Good morning.” You say to her, setting aside a full plate of perfectly done bacon and sausage. It smells fucking heavenly in here, to be honest – there was a damn good reason why you were the team cook back in the day. Cooking is one of two things that you’re good at, and you always relish in a chance to show that off – the only reason you didn’t cook for yourself more often is due to your work hours.

“You…can cook?” Her voice is nigh-intelligible with how groggy it is, flopping back down onto the couch with the grace of a dead walrus. Considering how early she gets to the arcade some days, her not being a morning person is a bit of a shock to you.

“Yeah, I can.” You give a simple shrug as you start arranging your menagerie of food on the table – it’s quite small, but you can stand so the girls can sit. Speaking of them, you hear a sharp tapping on the door – looks like your other guest has arrived.

>Go and greet her at the door like a proper host.
>Call for her to come in, you don’t want to mess up your fucking pancakes.
>Tell Cinder to get the door, you know, like a lazy person.
>Other.
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>>3526123
>Call for her to come in, you don’t want to mess up your fucking pancakes.
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>>3526123
>Go and greet her at the door like a proper host.
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>Call for her to come in, you don’t want to mess up your fucking pancakes.
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>>3526123
>>Go and greet her at the door like a proper host.
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>>3526123
>Call for her to come in, you don’t want to mess up your fucking pancakes.

>INB4 this is fucking ophelia instead of who we are expecting
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If it's 0phelia, tell her to go away or we're calling the police
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>>3526132
>>3526129
>>3526124
What if it's 0phelia you cucks?

>Go and greet her at the door like a proper host.
>Ask Cinder to look after the pancakes
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>>3526123
>Call for her to come in.
we gotta make breakfast. also we're pretty casual she'll be fine.
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>>3526124
>>3526129
>>3526132
>>3526150
Sorry for the wait, had some stuff to take care of! Pancakes always come first. Writing now!
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“Come on in!” You call into the other room, stylishly flipping the current pancake onto a larger stack of pancakes. You’re going to have leftovers for days, and honestly? You’re pretty okay with that. Breakfast for lunch is a good thing to have sometimes!

You hear the door open, and you catch Cinder raising a hand in greeting from the corner of your eye.

“Hey, Alexis…” She murmurs, yawning and rubbing at her eyes in an attempt to wake herself up. They didn’t interact very often, but over the past five years Cinder’s been privy to the conversations the two of you have together. On occasion, Alexis even invited her to come and have lunch whilst the two of you talked about building related things.

“Good morning, Cinder.” Alexis steps through the door and closes it behind her, sliding off her shoes while looking over in your direction. “Since when do you cook?”

“I’ve always cooked.” You respond, moving the gigantic stack of pancakes over to the table as well. Alexis fixes you with a serious expression - you know she wants to grill you for more information, but you don’t know if you’re feeling up to it, though.

>”Ask away, Alexis.” Might as well answer them as quick as possible so you can have a nice, worry-free breakfast.
>”Let me finish plating, then we’ll talk. Take a seat.” You’re busy getting the last of everything done, and you’re a bit of a stickler for a properly set table.
>”You already know everything, Alexis. No need to discuss it further.” Technically, she’s seen the whole thing on the news – she knows everything that she needs to.
>Other.
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>”Ask away, Alexis.” Might as well answer them as quick as possible so you can have a nice, worry-free breakfast.
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>>3526170
>”Let me finish plating, then we’ll talk. Take a seat.” You’re busy getting the last of everything done, and you’re a bit of a stickler for a properly set table.

So we get the table set, everyone sits down, and we have a conversation over breakfast. Doing so beforehand risks the conversation getting out of control and ruining the first meal of the day.
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>>3526134
>>3526140
Since when does O have our home address? Double cuck.


>>3526170
>Ask away
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>>3526173
>>3526179
If she asks, you will tell. Writing now!
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>>3526170
> Quickly grab Cinder ice packet
>”Let me finish plating, then we’ll talk. Take a seat.” You’re busy getting the last of everything done, and you’re a bit of a stickler for a properly set table.
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>>3526179
Well she knew where we worked and we don't know if she stalked us home before she first introduced herself to us.
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“Go ahead, Alexis.” You roll your eyes and go to fetch some plates, setting them and the appropriate silverware on the table as properly as you can. The table is a bit cluttered, but thankfully you have extra space in the form of the counter right next to it.

“How are you going to replace everything that got broken?” Is the first question she asks, choosing to lean against the refrigerator rather than sitting at the table. Cinder, in the meantime, drags herself off of the couch and slumps over at the table with a wince. Her head is resting against a hand, and the other is resting against her stomach. If your back hurts this bad just by moving, you can’t imagine how she must feel.

“Out of pocket. I have a lot of money left, Alexis. You know I don’t spend all that much – I mean, look around.” You gesture to your apartment’s interior, which is devoid of decoration. “I’m good money-wise.”

“What about charges against Rock? I know the police want to talk to you.” She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a small sheet of paper, pressing it into your free hand. “This was stuck to your door.”

Hm, why didn’t they just give you a phone call? You knew that this town’s department was a bit archaic, but that takes the cake. You give it a once over.

>ATTN: Wolfgang O’Neal. Please call the police department at your earliest convenience or come down for questioning about last night’s incident. – Officer Linton

You’re fairly certain that this isn’t proper procedure in the slightest, but you don’t really care.

“I was going to have you handle it.”

“E-Excuse me?”

“You know more about that stuff than me, and you’re practically my lawyer anyways. I need to focus on getting the arcade fixed up, as well as dealing with my influx of problems.” You finish getting the table set-up, pouring a glass of milk for Cinder and a cup of coffee for Alexis. You know that she likes it black, because she’s a strange individual. “Now sit down and eat, I didn’t make this breakfast for looks.”

She’s about to respond, but Cinder beats her to it.

“Speaking of that…what are we gonna do about her? Even if she didn’t cause this directly, it is still her fault…” She yawns and begins shoveling a mound of pancakes and sausage onto her plate, grabbing the bottle of syrup and just drenching everything with it.

That’s…a very good question. You’ve thought about it, but you haven’t settled on an idea yet – there were too many things to consider, along with keeping attention off of yourself in the process. It might be pointless to worry about that at this point, though.

>Go on the offensive – you have the audio recording, CCTV footage, and this latest voicemail. That must be enough to incite something.
>Wait it out – there has to be a point where she'll just leave you alone, right?
>Be a nuisance – find ways to get on her nerves to the point where she gives up the effort.
>Other.
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>>3526214
>Go on the offensive – you have the audio recording, CCTV footage, and this latest voicemail. That must be enough to incite something.
Waiting it out does nothing for us. We need to strike while the iron is hot, while people care about this drama.
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>>3526214
>I will call her now record that and then we will see where that will take us.

>If i'm lucky she will admit that she had something to do with it

>Then I will simply dumb all of it on a police department
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>>3526214
>Be a nuisance

Call her a cheater in Warscape.
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>>3526214
>>Be a nuisance – find ways to get on her nerves to the point where she gives up the effort.
FUCK 0PHELIA
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>>3526227
>>3526224
Do you anons want us to upload the shit she's done afterwards? I feel that barking at her will only give the girl a defence against us. She can claim we egged her on!
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Gotta head out quick, need to pick something up from town - continue voting, and I'm really sorry for being sporadic over the last hour!
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>>3526214
>Be a nuisance.

what if we just went and wrecked her during one of her streams? that might hit her hard.
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>>3526245
No worries Cir, I'm just annoyed at the other anons. It's like they have no sense for J U S T I C E and F A I R P U N I S H M E N T
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>>3526257
Not you too!
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>>3526261
i get where you're coming from, but like an anon said earlier, we don't even know it recording her without consent is legal wherever this is. to me it all hinges on that, because without that all we'll have is a video of her having a tantrum and a strange voicemail.
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>>3526214
>Go on the offensive – you have the audio recording, CCTV footage, and this latest voicemail. That must be enough to incite something.
Fuck her, she needs to be taught that there are consequences for her actions.
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>>3526266
She has screwed with our lives, caused people we'd rather forget to come after us, caused ourselves AND OUR FRIEND to be harmed, we can no longer live as an unnoticeable blot on the map if we stay here. And you all want to tease her until she stops?

No company in their right mind would contract with a potential pro who'd be under the scrutiny 0phelia would be under if we released this.
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>>3526214
>>3526221
Supporting this, but if we don't get any concrete info, then

>Go on the offensive – you have the audio recording, CCTV footage, and this latest voicemail. That must be enough to incite something.

Let's at least turn her fans against her. If we can.

At this point, might be worth it to get interviewed by one of those reporters just to get a chance to play victim against 0phelia.
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>>3526275
Consider that if we go too far she will be driven to destroy us completely, rather than harassment until we join her team.
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>>3526279
At which point she'll be arrested and our problems will be over. :)

In any case it seems as though she is trying to destroy us, she has a 'mine or nobody can have it' mindset. She trashed our place just because we said no.
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>>3526275
maybe by getting on her nerves we can get her to act rashly in public, in that case?

>>3526221
actually I'll switch my vote to this, maybe we could also ask Alexis if she knows the legality of recording phone calls here?
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>>3526275
Innocent until proven guilty anon. She's the prime suspect sure, but in America that means she is still innocent of these crimes.
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>>3526214
>Check the legality of our recordings and making it public
We might want to call her and see if she'll let anything slip before we post anything anyway.
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>>3526280
If that was true, she'd be arrested already. There's nothing forcing her to take the Rock approach. She can put stuff out anonymously and goad her fans and our old rivals. She can keep up what she's been doing forever, and I think she will if she has nothing left to lose.
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>>3526283
>maybe by getting on her nerves we can get her to act rashly in public, in that case?
going back to my previous point >>3526238
She will have our phone number in our call history, she can claim that we've been taunting her or blackmailing her for who knows how long. Though >>3526288 is correct with the innocent until proven guilty part, if the overseer begins to doubt our testimony because of what we say here (if we record it) or because we didn't record it and they don't know what we said, then she could escape severe punishment.

>>3526288
>America that means she is still innocent of these crimes.
Yes but nobody will hire her while she's the prime suspect, or if "certain information" comes to light and she's seen negatively in the eyes of the public.
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>>3526305
>If that was true, she'd be arrested already.
No she wouldn't. We haven't notified the police about her so why would they be on the look out for her?
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>>3526305
Oh right, sorry I forgot to mention the latter stuff.

>There's nothing forcing her to take the Rock approach.
There was an accomplice to Rock's crimes who, according to Cinder, wasn't there when she arrived. They could be from 0phelia.

>She can put stuff out anonymously and goad her fans and our old rivals.
Additionally, who's to say she didn't talk to Rock after he left and caused this mess?

>She can keep up what she's been doing forever, and I think she will if she has nothing left to lose.
Not if she's in jail anon.
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>>3526313
What would she go to jail for?
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>>3526314
Well if we can prove that she caused this then we can hit her with an 18 U.S.C. 373 - Solicitation to commit a crime of violence. She persuaded Rock (and others) to commit a crime for her. She'd get half the charge of Rock at best.
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>>3526314
Stalking.
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>>3526320
And we have the video evidence! The news interview has her contradicting herself.. Good shout anon. I'm dumb as fuck for not realising.
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>>3526318
Good luck proving that when we don't even know she did it in the first place. Even if by some.miracle she did and Rock testifies against her, she can just claim he misinterpreted her words.

>>3526320
If you went to jail for stalking I'd be serving multiple life sentences. You get restraining orders. Violating those openly gets you jailed, but if you're smart you can just use the internet/other people.
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>>3526327
>If you went to jail for stalking I'd be serving multiple life sentences.
anon... Please tell me they were misunderstandings.

>>3526327
>Good luck proving that when we don't even know she did it in the first place.
That's a job for the police anon, it's sort of their job to gather the information surrounding a case...
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ALRIGHT I'M BACK. Sorry that was way longer than I thought it would be.

>>3526221
>>3526276
>>3526283
Unless I'm bad at math and or blind, this seems to win! Time to do some LOW-KEY INFO GATHERING. Writing now!
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>>3526333
>I will call her now record that and then we will see where that will take us.

>If i'm lucky she will admit that she had something to do with it

>Then I will simply dumb all of it on a police department

and

>Go on the offensive – you have the audio recording, CCTV footage, and this latest voicemail. That must be enough to incite something.


won Cir
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>>3526336
I'm gonna go with the first, purely because one guy said go on the offensive if you can't gather concrete information!
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>>3526337
Aye that's fair enough. In the end we're still handing the information over. If not to the public then to the police.
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>>3526330

>anon... Please tell me they were misunderstandings.

That's certainly what I told the police! Misandrist pigs always side with the women though...

>That's a job for the police anon, it's sort of their job to gather the information surrounding a case..

Yeah, guess what's going to happen. Ophelia says she didn't do it. Rock refuses to talk. We say we think she did it. No charges are brought because no evidence, and the police are less likely to listen to us in the future.
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>>3526330
I guess it hinges on the legality of the recording to at least get a warrant.
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You go to answer Cinder, but an idea strikes you before your mind settles on a concrete answer. You reach over and grab your cellphone off of the counter, unlocking your incredibly complex password and moving over to your voicemails.

“When I answered her call yesterday, she implied that something would be coming that would sway me to join her team. This morning, she left a message on the arcade line.” You hold up the phone and replay the message, so that your companions can hear.

>”Hello…it seems you’re in a…bit of a bind. You should…call this number back. I can promise…it will be a fruitful endeavor.”

Cinder’s eyes narrow, while Alexis looks thoughtful.

“Could Rock be what she was talking about? Could she have somehow influenced him to do this?” You propose the question, picking up and eating a piece of bacon as you lean against the counter.

“That would mean that she knew about the conversation we had before, though.” Cinder counters, beginning to devour her food with vicious abandon. She certainly seems more awake now!

“She came all this way, who’s to say she hasn’t left? She’s a girl with brown hair and glasses, it’s not like she stands out. She could have entered while we were occupied with him and we would never have known.” You say, causing Alexis to nod and Cinder to nearly faceplant into the pancakes.

“Then we could blame this whole fiasco on her, right?”

“Potentially – her being on my CCTV camera contradicts what she said in her interviews.” You start to continue, but Alexis finally speaks up, her eyes locked on yours from over the rim of the coffee cup.

“I don’t think recording phone calls without people knowing is legal, though. Just because she lied about something in the interview doesn’t mean anything – she can’t be traced back to anything unless she’s a fucking idiot. Legally, of course.” You start to deflate a bit, but Cinder jumps to your aid.

“Then why not upload it onto 2channel, then? It’s entirely anonymous – maybe not legal, but no doubt that’ll catch some traction with everything going on.” Cinder’s an astute girl when she wants to be, and she looks proud as she downs the rest of her milk. “If we did it behind a few proxies, then I doubt it’ll be able to be traced back to us.”

“In that case…why don’t I call her back? I can record her and try to fish for information while I’m at it.”

Alexis looks hesitant at this solution, but Cinder nods eagerly and gestures for you to shoo into the other room. Admittedly, you yourself aren’t too sure about all of what just happened, but at least it’s a start to gaining some ground on your end? You walk into the other room.

>Call her back immediately, put on your charisma.
>Try and text the number instead, showing people text messages isn’t illegal!
>Other.
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>>3526364
>Call her back immediately, put on your charisma.
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>>3526364
Alexis is the only smart one here.
Call her back immediately, put on your charisma.
then
>Upload to 2channel. A bit of karma should treat her good.
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>>3526364
>Call her back

>>3526378
Considering that Alexis confirmed what I've been saying, thanks!
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>>3526374
>>3526378
>>3526384
Time to square off with your mightiest foe. Writing now!
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You never thought you’d see the day where you’d be talking to 0phelia willingly, but here you are – shrugging off your bloody pillowcase and dialing in the number she said to call her back at. You let out a grumbling sigh as you hear the muffled voices of Cinder and Alexis from the other room, sitting on your bed and trying not to aggravate your back too much. You caught the sight of it out of the corner of your eye when you walked in – a dark bruise peeking out from beneath your shirt’s collar across your neck. Looks like Cinder’s not the only one with a mark from that dickhead!

The line rings only once, and then you hear it connect. You decide to make the first move.

“Good morning.” You say simply, clicking on the recording software on your phone before you forget to. She takes a moment to respond, but her low and wispy voice greets you a few seconds later.

“Good morning, Nova…how are you?” You think her voice is cheery? It’s hard to tell with her sounding like she’s eternally doing an ASMR video. It’s a strange phenomenon - in real life she speaks like this, yet in the game she speaks so powerfully. It’s like two sides of the same coin.

“Oh, just fine. Sleeping off my bruises.” You remark casually, as if discussing the weather. You need to play it carefully here – you have no doubt in your mind that she knows about the incident, but anything further could tip her off to your ploy. You weren’t used to playing politics – Fletcher was the one who had to do that back in the day, negotiating things with companies and other players.

“I see…I heard about…what happened. I hope you’re…healing well.”

You genuinely can’t tell if that’s sarcasm or not.

>Ask about the deal she talked about over voicemail.
>Ask if she knows anything about Rock.
>Other. [If you have any questions for her, now’s the time to ask them – be careful though, might have you roll on some of them!]
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>>3526425
>"How did you find me?"
>"Why me?" You ask. "Out of every player in Warscape why did you pick me? There must be an important reason, otherwise you wouldn't have this done to me."
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>>3526425
Be blunt did she have anything to do with last night.
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>>3526425
>Ask about the deal she mentioned in voicemail

>>3526442
You're trying to verbally trap her there, but "this" could refer to anything.
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>>3526442
>You're trying to verbally trap her there, but "this" could refer to anything.
That's possible. I'm short for time today so I'll probably be making some dumb write ins from now on.
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>>3526425
>Yeah I was in hospital. They told me I will have depth perception problems from now on. Shit sucks. And thats why Im calling you. I asked them about VR equipment and they told me I shouldn't use it. So even if Im flaterd about your proposition it seams like Im not going back into the pro scene.
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Rolled 3 (1d3)

>>3526442
>>3526444
>>3526445
Since we have three different answers, we'll roll between them!
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>>3526459
Aw damn, this didn't show up on my screen until after the fact. Sorry, anon.
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“When you called earlier, you mentioned that I should call you back because I was in a bind. What did you mean by that, if you don’t mind me asking?”

You try to play it as polite as possible, letting anger seep into your tone is the last thing you want to do in this situation. It’s a bit hard though, if only due to everything that she had caused. Even if she wasn’t the one who sent Rock, it’s still her goddamn fault that he found you – this girl just upended your entire life just because you didn’t want to play a game. You truly hate her.

“Cutting to the chase…I see. As you know…I am a relatively popular streamer. I’m not sure how…one of my fans found your address. I apologize…some of them can be fanatic…when I get upset. Due to the events with Rock…it’s only logical that…some of his fans might be upset with you. I can use my status to…mitigate the situation.”

“And what’s the cost?”

“I believe you know…what you’ll have to do. It takes quite a bit to…talk people down from their emotions.”

You grit your teeth. She’s choosing her words very carefully, and therefore making this process a lot more irritating than it has to be.

>Ask if she knows anything about Rock’s attack. [This will require a roll.]
>Question why she’s approaching you with this deal in the first place.
>Lie and say you’ve gone to the hospital. They’ve advised against you playing VR games for the foreseeable future.
>Other.
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>>3526487
>>Lie and say you’ve gone to the hospital. They’ve advised against you playing VR games for the foreseeable future.
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>>3526487
>Ask if she knows anything about Rock’s attack. [This will require a roll.]
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>>3526487
>Ask if she knows anything about Rock’s attack. [This will require a roll.]
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>>3526500
+1
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>>3526487
>Ask if she knows anything about Rock's attack

I think she stalks us hard enough to know we didn't go to the hospital.
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>>3526487
Wait wait wait.

Can we ask her why she talks like that?
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>>3526487
Supporting >>3526505 if it wins else
>Ask if she knows anything about Rock’s attack. [This will require a roll.]
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>>3526500
>>3526501
>>3526502
>>3526504
>>3526513
Please give me a 1d20 for charisma!

>>3526505
That's absolutely a question you can ask.
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>>3526516
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>>3526516
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>>3526516
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>>3526516
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>>3526520
>>3526522
>>3526525
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>>3526520
Welp. This will have to do.
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[The 11 saved you.]

You try and think on how to word this in a way that doesn’t sound too snoopy.

“Speaking of what happened last night…is there any chance you might know what might have made him that angry? You’re involved in the community, and as you know, I’ve been out of it for a while now.”

“Hmm…from what I know of Rock…he’s always had a temper. He must have seen your address…did you do something…to set him off?” She questions, causing your brow to furrow.

“Not that I know of. He thought I had cheated against him and blamed the dissolving of his team on me, so he went off to find proof that I didn’t. Then he came back and…well, you know what happened.”

“Oh my…” She seems taken aback for a second, before her voice returns to it’s normal inflection. “That’s a truly terrible thing…it’s good he was stopped.”

Something is very off about that statement to you, namely because her voice never wavers. No matter what, even when she stormed off, she has always spoken clearly even with her particular voice. Could that be something to press, maybe?

>Continue the line of questioning. [This will require a roll. You'll take a +1 if you describe how to word it.]
>Drop it, you don’t want her catching on.
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>>3526557
>Ask as an active Warscaper and community expert if she knows who Rock would have gone to for proof.
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>>3526557
>>Continue the line of questioning. [This will require a roll. You'll take a +1 if you describe how to word it.]
>He went to check the old footage with some specialist of sort to confirm whether I had cheated against him or not, do you have any idea who could that person be? This specialist must have something against me too since he directly set Rock to fuck me over
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>>3526557
>Continue the line of questioning. [This will require a roll. You'll take a +1 if you describe how to word it.]
Same question as the two above.
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>>3526571
>>3526574
>>3526577
Alright, please roll a 1d20! I'll add a 1 to whatever the result is.
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Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>3526600
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Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>3526600
We're almost never gonna fail if you take best of three with DC ten btw. And that's without bonuses.
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Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>3526600
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Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>3526600
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>>3526604
Yeah, you're probably right. I'm still trying to figure out a good system that works - I'll take any suggestions lol

>>3526602
Also this wins. Writing now!
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>>3526610
This one works as long as you adjust the DC. Note that we have over 50% chance of meeting DC 16.
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[Sorry for being spotty, people are home so I’m a little bit more occupied than earlier. Apologies if my quality has dipped as well!]

“I do have a question, since you’re active in the game. He went to check the old footage with some specialist of sort to confirm whether I had cheated against him or not, do you have any idea who could that person be? This specialist must have something against me too since they directly set Rock against me knowing what he’s like.”

A pause from the other end of the line, you can practically hear her working the words through her mind as she thinks of a suitable response. When she opens her mouth, her voice is the same as always, yet she gives you the answer you need.

“If I were to answer that…I would expect something from you…in return. Perhaps…a bet?”

She sidesteps the question entirely, and that sends off a red flag in your head. You doubt she was expecting to be so forthright with your question, as the implications were extremely clear.

“I’d need to know what the bet was first.” You find yourself smirking a bit in victory, having scored one tiny victory in the face of her having several. That at least confirmed that she had some hand in it, at least in your mind.

“I see…perhaps we could meet and…talk it over?”

Fat chance you’d be doing that, and fat chance that you’d accept that bet. It’s a disaster waiting to happen. Or maybe you could somehow work it to your advantage?

>Try and goad her into saying the terms of the bet on call. [This will require a HIGH roll.]
>Agree to meet with her in person.
>Take another avenue of approach, you believe that you’ve gotten what you need to know on this subject. [Other.]
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>>3526658
>Agree to meet with her in person.
It's not like we couldn't have recording device on us
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>>3526658
>Try and hear the terms on the call
Just tell me sis
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>>3526610
https://anydice.com/program/257e
Bo3 1d20 odds, go to the "At least" tab.
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>>3526658
> Decline. Knowing that she knows who sent Rock at us is enough information.
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>>3526674
Enough information for what?
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>>3526672
Thank you, anon!
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>>3526658
>>Try and goad her into saying the terms of the bet on call. [This will require a HIGH roll.]
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>>3526667
>>3526689
Looks like this wins out, so please roll me a 1d20 - I'm taking the anons' advice and upping the DC, and this one particular is a bit high. Gonna go off to dinner and then you'll have me for the rest of the night, I feel bad about being spotty! Hope you've enjoyed so far.
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Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>3526704
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Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>3526704
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Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>3526704
Bro you're already way more consistent and run more often than most qms. Minus the wait between this and last thread.
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>>3526704
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Ayyy.
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>>3526689
C'mon...

>>3526719
What a shame.
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>>3526719
YOU FAILED US
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“You’ll have to forgive me for declining, I’m a bit…tentative about walking around right now. Couldn’t you tell me now?” That’s not a complete lie, your back and legs are making movement a bit of a chore. Whilst you wait for her to respond, you pull down the back of your collar and try to look into the mirror – looks like the bruise encompasses nearly your entire shoulder width. It doesn’t look pretty, that’s for certain.

She takes a few seconds to speak, and when she responds, you could swear she almost sounds a bit coy.

“I understand…but I’d really like to meet you. I’m such a big fan…and you sound interested…in my bet. How could I…pass up this opportunity…to meet my old idol?” Your eye twitches, and you realize that your insistence may have alerted her to something going on. She’s talking as if she’s never met you before, which she has no reason to do unless she’s suspicious – this has shifted into a game of cat and mouse, and it wouldn’t end until one of you hung up the phone. “Won’t you please…consider it?”

Her words are almost sickly sweet, and that unnerves you considering the way she’s been ever since she walked out of your arcade. You nervously run a hand through your hair, it feels tense all of a sudden.

“Are you…still there?”

Looks like you need to answer.

>Agree to meet up with her, perhaps you can force more information out of her in person.
>The thought of meeting with her doesn’t sit right with you, something feels off. You’ll try another avenue of approach. [This will require a LOW roll.]
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>>3526846
Welp, guess this recording's compromised now.

>The thought of meeting with her doesn’t sit right with you, something feels off. You’ll try another avenue of approach.
Dunno what this means, though.
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>>3526846
>>3526851
I forgot to add [Other] to the second restult. Can't believe this, my hubris has bested me.
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>>3526846
>>The thought of meeting with her doesn’t sit right with you, something feels off. You’ll try another avenue of approach. [This will require a LOW roll.]
The fact that she wants to meet us personally is suspicious, why would she need us to meet her in person? Obvious trap
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>>3526846
>The thought of meeting with her doesn’t sit right with you, something feels off. You’ll try another avenue of approach. [This will require a LOW roll.]
What, we're doing video/VR chats now?
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>>3526851
>>3526859
>>3526861
Roll me a 1d20 to back away from this approach seamlessly.
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Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>3526869
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Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>3526869
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>>3526871
SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SH-

>>3526873
Thank you
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Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>3526869
Oops
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Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>3526869
Don't worry guys. I have the nat 1 in the bag.
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>>3526873
Nice roll, anon! Writing now.
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“Yes, I am. Sorry, I was just mulling over something…” You trail off, hoping to lead her away from the current topic. You’d extracted what you’ve needed from that bit, even if it’s not entirely concrete – you know damn well she’s guilty of something involving Rock’s assault. Her hesitance and the fact that there were other people on the scene that came after Rock did. You almost feel like a Scooby Doo character with how many mysteries you’re solving. Fred ain’t got shit on you.

“And that…would be?” A bit of curiosity colors her normal monotone voice.

“You said you’d help me if I agree to a deal…could it be the thing you were referring to before our match started?” You had seen an example of this two days ago, but before a match there’s a lobby where you have the ability to converse with an opponent. In the eyes of an outsider without the CCTV footage, this comes off as an innocent remark about a pre-match discussion.

You’re surprised that she genuinely responds to you.

“Yes…I am. I suppose there’s…no use in playing coy. I want to…start a team with you. If you agree I will…do everything in my power…to stop people from bothering you.”

What sweet words from someone who took a fucking sledgehammer to your life! You wonder if you can pay Cinder to go and fuck her up in Warscape lobbies. If you recall correctly, 0phelia is level 216 and Cinder is level 231. She’d be fiiiiiine. God, you hate this girl.

>Why would she choose you, a cheater who left the league five years ago? You have nothing to offer her.
>Tell her that you’ve been to the hospital since last night, they said that playing VR would be severely harmful for the foreseeable future. [This will require a roll.]
>Put on a cocky act, tell her that she’d need to do a hell of a lot more to get someone like you on a team with her.
>Say your goodbyes, you’ve determined what you need to know.
>Other.
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>>3526913
>>Why would she choose you, a cheater who left the league five years ago? You have nothing to offer her.
Why us?
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>>3526913
>Why would she choose you, a cheater who left the league five years ago? You have nothing to offer her.
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>>3526961
>>3526964
Writing now!
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“There’s just one thing that bothers me, though…when we talked about it, you said that I had skills that you needed to start a team. You cut the majority of my questions short.” You say, standing and pacing around your room as you continue. “For all you know, I could have been cheating my whole career. I haven’t played the game in five years, and therefore I don’t know anything about it other than the old stuff. Why do you want me of all people to start a team!?” Your frustration is starting to leak into your voice, so you take a deep breath and try to calm down.

0phelia is silent for a while, and you use the time to compose yourself. Losing your cool would do no good, especially when you’re on the precipice of getting some answers out of this crazy bitch. However, you hear a small giggle from her end, and your hands clench in anger.

“I see…was this the reason…you called? I apologize that my…suggestion upset you…in such a manner. Please allow me to…elaborate.” You hear her take a deep breath, but she cuts herself off with a sudden cough that hurts your ears a little. “When you played…you had a skillset that…not many had. You are an extremely…adaptable player.” She clears her throat. “Most players find an archetype that…fits their playstyle. You never were defined by…just one. I could tell how good you were…just by our match together. I’ve seen nearly every match…and your senses bordered the realm of…precognition. Cheats can only go…so far. Even if you don’t know the meta…you can be taught. I can teach you…how to get back to your former glory. Together, you can help me…forge a team that will topple Auxilia. I could choose…anyone else. But you…you’re a prodigy. And with that bracelet…you can’t betray us all again. So please…I’ll do anything…just take the deal, and I’ll do everything I can…to help you resume your quiet life.”

It takes a solid few seconds to process all of that information. A cold sensation is pooling in the pit of your stomach, and your hairs are standing on end. She dug up your location and ruined your life for this? This is more insane than you could have ever imagined – she’s doing all of this just…so she can create the best team in the league? What the fuck is WRONG with her!?

>Fuck this, hang up the phone. You need to upload that footage immediately, and you need to get ahold of the police. Drop that restraining order business on this bitch, homie.
>Keep her on the line, if you can strike while the iron is hot, you can keep the information flowing no matter how much fear is coursing through you.
>Other.

[Question for those more experienced than I – is there a certain reply count where a QM would normally archive and start a new thread? Just curious, as we almost have 600.]
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>>3527020
>Keep her on the line, if you can strike while the iron is hot, you can keep the information flowing no matter how much fear is coursing through you.

Christ she doesn't have cancer does she?
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>>3527036
having cancer does not excuse shitty behavior. she could have said that in the first place
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>>3527020
>Keep her on the line.
so she's a yandere after our old abilities rather than ourselves. fuck 0phelia train, anyone?
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>>3527020
>Fuck this, hang up the phone. You need to upload that footage immediately, and you need to get ahold of the police. Drop that restraining order business on this bitch, homie.
Nope.gif
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>>3527020
>I’ll do everything I can…to help you resume your quiet life
Well at least she's offering a way to clean up this shitshow.
>Keep her on the line

About your question, some would start a new thread after they hit page 8-9. If you're doing it based on post count, maybe somewhere above 1000 since that's when most potatoes starts to shit themselves.
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>>3527020
I think at this time it's a good idea to ask.
>Keep her on the line, if you can strike while the iron is hot, you can keep the information flowing no matter how much fear is coursing through you.

"Why the fuck is this so important to you, worth all this effort and ruining my life? Rock didn't just damage my store, he attacked me. Attacked my friend. Are you just that crazy to win a game that this is all fine to you, or is there actually a reason for you to go this far?"
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>>3527036
>>3527068
>>3527167
>>3527312

[Man it’s the best fucking thing when the internet goes down for an hour or so. Sorry about the unexplained disappearance, I swear I’m not dead for three weeks again. Also sorry to the last anon, I had this finished by the time I saw your post!]

You take a deep breath and pull your collar away from your now sweaty body in an attempt to fan it. Hoo boy, shit just got dark all of a sudden. Because that’s an actually insane thing for someone to say, like for real. Even back in your peak popularity when you’d get all sorts of strange messages from fans, you can’t recall an occasion where you faced something as fucked up as this. You instantly have no doubt in your mind that she would do anything to get you on a team with her, and that’s why she said it – it doubled as an admission of truth, and a thinly veiled threat.

Like you said, this shit’s dark! You feel the need to lighten the mood.

“I…uh, I see.” You search for something to say, but nothing springs to mind – you struggle to move past the word slurry that she not only spat out, but attempted to drown your ass in.

“I apologize if…that was too strong. I have been…suppressing that for…quite some time.” She responds casually, as if there was nothing wrong with what she said. As if everything she had done up until this moment was absolved due to her incredibly fucked and irrational reasoning. How do people think like this? Is this what violent video games do to the Youth Of Society nowadays? You don’t know, but apparently you took too long to respond. “Is there any chance…you’ve been swayed…by my plight?”

“Yeah, uh…I don’t think that I’m gonna do that.” You can’t find it in yourself to keep up a charade right now – looking at things with a critical lens, you got exactly what you came for. You got a lead on the fact that 0phelia was involved in Rock’s assault, you’ve captured a pretty fucking creepy thing on voicemail, and you’ve reinforced the fact that you should look into purchasing a gun! What a productive mentally traumatic experience!

“I see…a shame. Then I suppose…our business is concluded…for the moment. Please contact me soon if you…have a change of heart.” You open your mouth to respond, but the line goes dead – she’s hung up.

Well. That was a thing that happened. You're not sure you feel like eating anymore.

>Go back into the kitchen with your newly acquired evidence and thousand-yard stare.
>Shoot off a text to 0phelia’s phone, you aren’t going to let up just because she hung up first!
>Turn around, lie down, and scream with rage into your pillow.
>Other.
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>>3527317
>Turn around, lie down, and scream with rage into your pillow.
Absorb the fact that there are no good options for you,
And let it out.
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>>3527332
Sometimes you just need to let out the rage. Writing now!
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[I’m heading to bed for the night, guys. I nearly passed out at the laptop lmao. I’m really sorry that I’ve been gone for so much today, I’ll do my best to make up for it tomorrow with my regular schedule. Please give me feedback or thoughts on how you’re enjoying the story, it helps me improve and I really like seeing the reactions to what’s going on! Have a great night, anons.]

You stare at your phone incredulously, the amount of disbelief in your mind overcoming most logical process. Was this a real person? Do people act like this? You groan into your hands, dropping the phone onto your bedsheets and lying back to stare at your ceiling.

Well, you certainly have bullet-prof evidence that she’s not as nice as she seems. You’ve read that she’s prone to fits of rage at the end of her games, but you highly doubt her audience has seen this particular side of her – if you can’t find a way to pin her to the leaking of your address or Rock’s destruction of your work environment, you can at least deal out some hits to her reputation. Normally the idea of striking back like this would leave a bad taste in your mouth, but you’ve reached a point where you’re willing to do anything just to get some goddamn peace and order restored.

As you sit and stew in your emotions, you feel the fear and contemplation from earlier fade into genuine anger. This girl was willing to go to these lengths just for the sake of making a team that can beat Auxilia, huh? All because you happened to be good at a fucking video game once! You grit your teeth together, rolling over and burying your face into your pillow. Making sure you wouldn’t be super audible, you let out the fucking harshest scream you can muster – it goes on for a long time, actually.

You really needed that, actually. Sometimes taking the old school route of just yelling really helps, even if it makes you feel a bit silly afterwards!

Unfortunately, you must not have been as quiet as you hoped. You hear a slight knock at your door, almost hesitant.

“Hey, uh…you good, man? Want me to come in?” You hear Cinder’s voice come through your door. Oh right, the walls are super thin in your house. It doesn’t surprise you at all that they heard.

>Tell her to come in, you need someone to talk to right now.
>Tell her you’ll be out in a minute, you need to bottle your anger.
>Tell her you’re all good, you’re just taking a moment to plan your next move.
>Other.
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>>3527384
>Tell her to come in.
LET HER INTO OUR COLD HEART. also goodnight OP, you're doing great so far.
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>>3527384
>Tell her to come in, you need someone to talk to right now.
Maybe let her listen to that conveniently recorded conversation as well.

On another note, and completely disregarding our MC's distaste for the game, I wonder how pissed 0phelia would be if we formed a team with Cinder instead and beat auxilia? And there's those others that left us messages too.
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>>3527400
List of people to contact:
The police

The warscapers:
>FROM: Dahlia
>Heard you’re back in the fold. Gimme a call if you wanna catch up.

>FROM: x-halcyon
>DUDE WAS THAT REALLY YOU? YOU’RE OFF YOUR GAME BROTHA HMU

>FROM: Fletcher
>Call me.
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>>3527384
>Tell her to come in, you need someone to talk to right now.
Cinder halp it's all dead-ends.
Also thanks for the run, OP.

>>3527400
200%. But I'd rather not risk getting in the receiving end of her weaponized autism.
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>>3527384
>Tell her to come in, you need someone to talk to right now.
See you in the morning!
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>>3527384
>>Tell her to come in, you need someone to talk to right now.
>>3527400
That's a really good way to retaliate after this whole bullshit, fuck that whore
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>>3527384
>Tell her to come in

We really need to get all our material on 0phelia together. We might not be able to go to the police, but we could try for a restraining order.

Or we build up as big a file as we can on her (maybe hire a PI or do some detective work ourselves) and then sue the bejeezus out of her.
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>>3527384
>Tell her to come in, you need someone to talk to right now.
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>>3527384
>Tell her to come in, you need someone to talk to right now.

OK, we need to do multiple things:
1)Go see the police (you'll see why)
2)Explain the ENTIRE situation with Rock and Ophelia
3)Give an "official" statement to the police so they...
4)can tell if Rock did it (which is pretty obvious) inwhich case you can sue Rock, after which you'll...
5) call your insurer to explain to them the situation and get reimbursed (assuming Alexis has set an insurance policy... and why wouldn't she have done so?)

Also, don't forget to edit the name of the arcade out of the Ophelia clip if you make it public so you don't dox yourself.
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>>3527973
We've already been doxxed and newspaper outlets have mentioned us and our shop before.
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>>3527973
>so we don't dox ourselves
Anon...
Don't you think it's a little late for that?
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>>3527405
I thought Dahlia and x-halcyon were just random fans?
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>>3528055
Bit weird for random fans to casually tell us to get in contact
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[Good morning! Bit of a late start today, been on the phone with my ISP about the internet going down all of a sudden. They say they’ll have a fix for it, but I doubt it because they’ve said that before. Oh well!]

You remove your head from the pillow and stare at the door. You briefly consider telling her to go away, or lying to avoid a long conversation, but you do realize that you need someone to talk to right now. If you don’t have someone to vent to, you’ll be stuck in a metaphorical dead-end loop of possibilities, and honestly that just sounds like a headache all on it’s own.

“Yeah, come in.” You sit up and fish your phone out from between your blankets, immediately swiping over to your recordings as she opens the door and walks in. She spends a little bit gazing around the room, apparently a bit weirded out that there wasn’t much in the way of decoration or personalization. Maybe you should get a potted plant?

“Man, you need to spruce this place up.” She walks over to the bed and sits, looking over your shoulder at your phone. “How’d the call go?”

You give her the most deadpan look in your arsenal, and she raises her hands in defense.

“I figured! Just checking. Lemme hear it.”

You replay the entire recording, and for the sake of expediency and being concise I’m not going to retype the entire fucking thing. When it ends, her face is a mixture of bewilderment and confusion.

“…is this what every pro has to go through? Like, fuck. I know there’s some weirdos on the scene, but this takes the cake. If everyone has to put up with this, I’m perfectly happy staying in my lane.” This does manage to illicit a chuckle out of you, and she reaches over to pat you on the shoulder firmly. “Sorry that you have to go through this shit, man. I wish I had more to say, but I’m not the greatest at this whole comforting deal – let’s go and finish breakfast.”

“But I don’t-“

She pulls you up from the bed at the expense of your back screaming in protest. Goddamn, this bruise is the bane of your existence and you’ve just woken up.

“If you sit around here and mope, I’m going to kick you in the head. Let’s do something about it rather than think, otherwise she wins!” She gets you in a headlock, even if the sudden motion causes her a little pain too. “We’re eating now, so shut up.”

This is the Cinder you know well – headstrong and not willing to sit on her hands when something needs to be done. You respect her for this more than she’ll ever know.

>Allow her to tug you into the next room, make a gameplan with the girls once you’re situated.
>Put up some resistance just for the sake of it, a strange call won’t stop you from messing around with your friend! [This will require a roll.]
>Other.
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>>3528241
>Allow her to tug you into the next room, make a gameplan with the girls once you’re situated.

It's obvious that we're no longer in control of our own life.
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>>3528241
>Put up some resistance just for the sake of it, a strange call won’t stop you from messing around with your friend! [This will require a roll.]

>>3528247
>It's obvious that we're no longer in control of our own life.
Then we make sure our enemies aren't either!
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>>3528241
>>Put up some resistance just for the sake of it, a strange call won’t stop you from messing around with your friend! [This will require a roll.]
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>>3528241
>Token resistance
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>>3528260
>>3528268
>>3528275
You aren't taking this lying down...mostly. Roll me a 1d20 please!
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Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>3528279
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Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>3528279
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>>3528280
...Yaaaay?
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Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>3528279
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>>3528280
Please, don't roll on this thread ever again
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>>3528280
Well, I'm glad you rolled a 1 now rather than later, since I've decided on using them as a critical fail from here on. Writing now!
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>>3528280
How comedic.
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Rolled 6 (1d20)

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>>3528293
Agreed, as i may or may not have rolled other crit fails in this thread before.
>>3528296
Exactly. So long as it's funny everything should be just fine
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You take in a deep breath, and you call every bit of strength that you can muster in your body. You’re in CONTROL of your life, goddamnit! It’s up to YOU if you want to go eat! And you’re going to give her one hell of a struggle. You can overcome these odds thrust upon you, because obviously this is the most dangerous situation you’ve been fast with over the last few days. You have visions of grandeur, and you try to pull yourself back into the room.

Unfortunately, your body is sore as hell, and you’re not at full capacity. Even further, Cinder is stronger than you – she at least puts some effort into physical fitness, and you’re a spindly ass nerd. All this accomplishes is her looking down at you with confusion, and then a slow smirk spreading across her face.

“This again, dude?” You don’t respond, too busy trying to get out of her grip. She snickers and pulls you down into a headlock, although much more gently than usual – she’s being mindful of your shoulders, and the only one causing them to hurt is you by trying to get out of the hold.

Is this…your max ability? Can you not do better than this? Why aren’t you naturally SWOLE? These questions go unanswered, because Cinder drags your ass back into the living room. When Alexis sees, she gives a deep belly laugh. First a creepy call, and then abject humiliation. Par for the course, you guess!

It does do wonders in dispelling the tension in the room, though. Hearing the recording as you share it to Alexis isn’t as bad, as you’ve relived the conversation three times now. Rather than concern like Cinder showed, Alexis is furious – her mouth is running a mile a minute with insults for 0phelia, her arms swinging around like a conductor’s baton. Once you two manage to settle her down, you guys get talking about what the game plan is for today.

Here’s the options that you decide upon after going over all the information you have.

>Go down to the police station – Alexis has confirmed that the call recordings won’t be able to be submitted legally, but the CCTV footage and voicemail can be used to damn Rock and potentially put a lead or a restraining order out towards 0phelia.
>Take matters into your own hands – the call recordings are the real damning evidence of 0phelia’s actions. All you need to do is load up a few proxies and send them to an anonymous board online or through a burner account, you can make up a wild claim about how you got them as you do so.
>Visit the arcade and assess the damages – you don’t have insurance on your machines, but Alexis can use her insurance as the owner to help reimburse some of the mess. Additionally, you might be able to look into those other people who didn’t come with Rock.
>Try and get in touch with some of your old Warscape contacts – if they still play, they could potentially help out in making 0phelia’s life hell in-game, and you can also use them to get info on her that you aren’t privy to.
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>>3528332
>>Go down to the police station – Alexis has confirmed that the call recordings won’t be able to be submitted legally, but the CCTV footage and voicemail can be used to damn Rock and potentially put a lead or a restraining order out towards 0phelia.
Then
>Visit the arcade and assess the damages – you don’t have insurance on your machines, but Alexis can use her insurance as the owner to help reimburse some of the mess. Additionally, you might be able to look into those other people who didn’t come with Rock.
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>>3528332

>Take matters into your own hands – the call recordings are the real damning evidence of 0phelia’s actions. All you need to do is load up a few proxies and send them to an anonymous board online or through a burner account, you can make up a wild claim about how you got them as you do so.
then
>Go down to the police station – Alexis has confirmed that the call recordings won’t be able to be submitted legally, but the CCTV footage and voicemail can be used to damn Rock and potentially put a lead or a restraining order out towards 0phelia.
Lets.. lets hope the police don't let rock go because the information got out..
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>>3528332
>>Go down to the police station – Alexis has confirmed that the call recordings won’t be able to be submitted legally, but the CCTV footage and voicemail can be used to damn Rock and potentially put a lead or a restraining order out towards 0phelia.
Then
>>Try and get in touch with some of your old Warscape contacts – if they still play, they could potentially help out in making 0phelia’s life hell in-game, and you can also use them to get info on her that you aren’t privy to
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