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Link to previous threads: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Gun%20x%20Glory

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 re-purposed 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.

And after an unexpected four-month long hiatus filled with good, bad, and porcupines…you, Wolfgang O’Neal, think you’re ready to get back into the saddle.

As your consciousness begins to awaken inside the game, the first thing to hit you is the smell of a fireplace. It washes over you like a gentle blanket, bringing forth a sense of nostalgia as you slowly open your eyes to take in the room.

From the looks of things, you’ve been inserted into a very small bar. What once was the virtual console you had been sat in has been turned to a plush armchair, and the harsh lights of the stage are long forgotten in face of the gentle amber fairy lights strung from the ceiling. As you lean forward to reorient yourself, you notice that the room is decorated with one very long red rug, a few bar stools sat atop it. Behind the seemingly wooden bar counter, there is one large shelf with a variety of liquors – some you recognize, and many you don’t – lined up perfectly, as if ripped straight from a magazine. You tilt your head a little and spot the aforementioned fireplace - next to it sits a small pile of logs and a fire poker.

Well, seems fitting of a baroque club, you’d say. Looks like the event organizers really wanted to hammer that point in…you’d honestly forgotten all about the fact that there was a pre-match lobby to begin with, let alone one this fancy! You shake off your hesitation and rise out of the incredibly comfortable chair, steeling your nerves as you glance around the room.

“Looks like it’s gonna be a long day.” You say to yourself, knowing that no one could hear that, but feeling that it was necessary, nonetheless.

Internal monologues aside, you have shit to do. What’s your course of action?

>Go to the door – might as well get the party started with a bang, right?
>Check your inventory – 0phelia had apparently left you something, and you want to make sure it won’t blow up in your face before you do anything.
>Pour yourself a drink – it won’t do shit since it’s virtual, but you can pretend.
>Interrogate the QM on where he’s been, because goddamnit he’s four months late. Kinda fucked up ngl.
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Holy crap, Gun X Glory quest!

...Anand I'm the only poster this time. Weird.

That said:
>Check your inventory – 0phelia had apparently left you something, and you want to make sure it won’t blow up in your face before you do anything.
And maybe a bit of some drinking while we're at it; probably gonna need it for whatever crap Opehilia's pulling. Psychosomatic crap and what not.
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>>3869717
It's been four months, so I'm sure I've faded into the annals of history - but that's OKAY it's my own fault for disappearing. Anywho, writing now!
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>>3869717
(Not gonna be going for too long since it’s 2 AM but I wanted to get started because it’s been long enough.)

You shake your head as you walk towards the bar, figuring that a good ol’ virtual drink should clear you of those pre-game jitters. When you were younger, you’d distract yourself by playing a few games with Buster and Fletcher, but now that you had no one with you…well, resorting to virtual alcohol would just have to do, right?

Your mom would be so proud if she hadn’t brutally kicked you out of house and home. Ah well, no need to reminisce too hard on that one!

You walk behind the bar and begin idly pouring yourself a glass of whatever is in the first bottle you grabbed, leaning against the counter as you swipe open your inventory with your free hand. As promised, you are greeted with a few glowing menus – one signifies that a trade has been offered, one is a messages tab with a very menacing (999+) on the corner, and the other shows that there are unchecked items within your inventory.

…had you seriously not looked at the items after picking them up with Cinder two days ago? Jeez, you used to be so thorough. What happened to you, Wolfgang? You silly man with your fading wits – you are certainly and most definitely a certified scamp.

As you bring your drink to your lips, wincing at the highly bitter taste (at least the warmness that followed made up for it), you eye these menus warily. Which of these demons will you take on first?

>Check the trades, prepare yourself for the psychological blows that 0phelia has obviously prepared for you.
>Investigate your messages tab with absolute horror – the fact that they still allow people to send anonymous messages was ridiculous.
>Reacquaint yourself with the weapons you chose for this particular fight.
>How about no to all of this, you’re filled with false liquid courage and you’re ready to go out that door!
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>>3869735
So it's pretty late, which means I'm gonna head off to bed! Voting is open until I wake up - sorry for disappearing for four months, shit happened but that shit's over, so I'm back. Also I'm gonna try to pace myself better so I don't get burnt out again.

Have a good night, everyone. See you in the morning!
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>>3869735
Damn, can't believe this is back. Nice to see you again, Cirno!

>Look at the messages.

Might as well see what people are saying.
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>>3869735
Oh, boy it's back!

Suppin'>>3869792
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>>3869792
Supporting

Holy fuck you’re back. I thought the porcupine killed you! Nice to see you again!
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>>3869735
That was quite a long week, heh?

>Check the trades, prepare yourself for the psychological blows that 0phelia has obviously prepared for you.
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>>3869735
Oh shit, we're back.
>Check the trades, prepare yourself for the psychological blows that 0phelia has obviously prepared for you.
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Hey, hey; I'd actually forgotten about this for a moment.

>>3869735
>Check the trades
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>>3869735

>Check the trades, prepare yourself for the psychological blows that 0phelia has obviously prepared for you.
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>>3869735
>Check the trades, prepare yourself for the psychological blows that 0phelia has obviously prepared for you.
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>>3869735
>Check the trades, prepare yourself for the psychological blows that 0phelia has obviously prepared for you.
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>>3869735
>Check the trades, prepare yourself for the psychological blows that 0phelia has obviously prepared for you.
Hype is back on the menu boys!
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>>3869931
>>3869938
>>3869944
>>3869945
>>3869960
>>3869961
>>3870013

Good morning, everyone! Time to check the trades and see what she's offered you. Writing now!

Also thanks for the warm welcome back. Means a lot.
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>>3870036

After a few moments of considering, you decide that checking the trade menu first is the lesser of the three evils, and as such you begin to properly drink your alcohol as you open it up, needing the courage that false virtual liquor would give you – knowing her, it was probably a gag item, or some other shit to weird you out. You haven’t even known about this girl’s existence for a week, and she has caused literally most of the problems in your life since then – jury’s still out on if she was the one who sent Rock to fuck your shit up.

Man, fuck 0phelia. What a dick.

Regardless of the deep-seated rage and aggression you hold for that girl, you focus your attention on the menu in front of you – true to form, it’s empty other than a single tab.

>Trade Request – from 0phelia.

You let out a very long sigh – man, you’ve been sighing a lot recently, you should probably get that checked – and tap the menu to see what it holds within. You’re half expecting like…a dildo or something similarly fucked up to send someone in a video game based around killing people. With how much the game has changed, you’re a bit disappointed to say that it wouldn’t surprise you. When the menu pops into existence, you feel one of your eyebrows raise as you lean further against the counter.

In front of you…lies a pretty innocuous item. You recall them being used against you during your initial skirmish against 0phelia. A set of those weird looking spider mines! Huh. This defied your expectations in a lot of ways, actually. They seem to look how you remember them looking from the brief glances you got – they’re made of a dark grey metal, and you can see the holes where the sensors come out from. A detail you hadn’t noticed, however, was that there seemed to be a blue lipstick stain on the backs of all of them…neat, you guess.

>Widow’s Kiss mines x4
>Note: Good luck in your game, Wolfgang. Something tells me you might need it~! I’ll be cheering for you ;P – 0phelia
>Requester 0phelia has indicated that this is a gift, so no reciprocation is necessary.

…the amount of disgusting saccharine intent held within that note makes you want to headbutt a belt sander.

>Accept the mines – you have virtually no equipment other than the standard stuff and a slightly less shit rope.
>Decline – you will not take anything that this woman offers you, you can get by just fine by your own damn self.
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>>3870039
>Decline – you will not take anything that this woman offers you, you can get by just fine by your own damn self.
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>>3870039
>>Decline – you will not take anything that this woman offers you, you can get by just fine by your own damn self.
glad to see this quest back!
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>>3870043
glad to be back! This time I'm going to pace myself better, so hopefully that means no burnout this time around lmao.
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>>3870040
>>3870043

You chuckle heartily to yourself as you delete the offer, the spider mines disappearing off the screen. You have gotten by all of your whole three battles (if you count the one against the girl in the square, anyways) without any special shit, and you won’t be changing that up now. All you need are your guns, your knife, and your ingenuity – hey, maybe if you’re lucky, you’ll be able to lure Rock into some of your high tier traps! Although that’s assuming you find any decent materials…you know what, you’ll workshop that idea.

Regardless, you flick back to the main menu and eye the two glowing tabs – you’re not sure how much time you have in here, but surely you have enough to check a few menus, right?

“You have twenty-five minutes until your game begins, N0v4_C43s4r.” You feel a hot breath wash over your ear, and you practically throw yourself over the bar counter in surprise with bewildered eyes – who the fuck else was in here with you!?

A face you were slowly becoming familiar with stares down at you with cold and empty eyes, arms crossed, and mouth etched into a permanent frown. Those golden eyes still unnerve you, and her body was as still as could be…you suppose that made a little sense, considering that she’s a robot.

“So…you’re following me here too, huh?” You pull yourself off of the ground and try to still your hammering heart, shooting a glare at the blue-clad woman.

“I am your handler. You have not entered the game yet.” Her eyes flick down to your wrist, and hey, your anti-cheat band isn’t on. You suppose that would make sense, considering she literally is the anti-cheat band.

You scratch the back of your head – whatever, you have better things to do anyways. Such as ending this apparent blood feud with Rock, or spiting 0phelia by thrashing his ass as hard as you can…thankfully, everything you had to do could be killed with one stone.

How do you proceed?

>Exit the room – better not keep the big man waiting!
>Check your messages – the public’s opinion matters, probably.
>Observe your inventory – gotta remind yourself what you’re working with!
>Other.
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>>3870052
>>Observe your inventory – gotta remind yourself what you’re working with!
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>>3870052

>Observe your inventory.

I think I remember Cinder giving us some clothes too? Might want to put those on for best girl.
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>>3870052
>>Observe your inventory – gotta remind yourself what you’re working with!
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>>3870052
>Observe your inventory – gotta remind yourself what you’re working with!
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>>3870053
>>3870062
>>3870070
>>3870071
Looks like this wins! Time to check your gear. Writing now, might be a little late because I'm studying for a biology test.
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>>3870084
(Aced my biology quiz, feels good.)

You find yourself leaning against the counter again, careful to stay far, far away from the cold and angry robot. Instead, you decide to open up your inventory to acquaint yourself with your loadout – it’s been two days since you’ve even spared it a glance, after all. You’re a far cry from some of the people you used to play Warscape with – they would practically obsess over their guns, making sure that they were in tip-top shape and appearance. And that was before the game acquired hyper-realism…you shudder to think what would happen if your gun jammed in the middle of a fight. Probably could cost someone the match, even!

You choose not to think about that too hard, and you hope to god you didn’t jinx yourself in the process. Let’s look at the sweet loot that Cinder paid for because you’re sort of broke.

>SKF-03 – Skyfire. Classification: sniper rifle.
>Creator: Dahlia.
>”A rifle that reeks of sulfur and burnt wood, the end is scarred with never-ceasing embers. Possesses burst fire module.”

>BPQ-19 – Silverdollar. Classification: shotgun.
>Creator: fl4showned.
>”A shotgun that looks well-used, if a bit rusty.”

>OCE-01 – Ocelot. Classification: revolver.
>Creator: Dahlia.
>”A revolver that burns with feelings of rage and treachery. Easy to handle and frighteningly accurate.”

Other than those weapons, you see the standard fare. Three health patches that restore +20 HP, binoculars, a flashlight, and your extra special rope. You idly recall Cinder expressing surprise at the fact that a weapon by Dahlia was in that low-end shop…is she someone to contact, perhaps?

N-Not that you’re considering getting better guns, of course. Why would you need them? Must be the nostalgia talking.

Also, there appears to be a little box within – ah, those were the clothes Cinder had commissioned for you to wear since she hated your dingy apparel...probably should put them on, you feel like she’d kill you otherwise.

You click them, equipping them instantly. You’re a bit surprised at how heavy they are, but they fit you like a glove! You pull up a view of your avatar, and you can’t help but snort. She apparently took in your old teenage preference of having long coats, considering the black article goes to the back of your knees. There appears to be gold embroidery placed haphazardly throughout, listing your various accomplishments from when you played – you turn it around, and can’t help but smile at what’s written on the back.

>GENESYS
>N0v4_C43s4r
>UNBEATABLE CHEAT

Shit, it’s a bit corny, but you’re into it. Might as well take the whole thing in stride, right?

>Close your inventory and exit the room, you’re sick of sitting idle.
>Check the wave of messages…you hear the tab pinging menacingly.
>Say rude things to the anti-cheat bot, because she’s the worst.
>Shoot Fletcher a message, you can see that he’s online.
>Other.
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>>3870152
>>Check the wave of messages…you hear the tab pinging menacingly.
Nothing like hate mail to get you in the mood to be a HEEL. And, if there's time:
>>Say rude things to the anti-cheat bot, because she’s the worst.
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>>3870152
>>Close your inventory and exit the room, you’re sick of sitting idle.
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Gonna go to eat some lunch, voting will remain open until I get back!

>>3870160
Fill yourself with rage in order to use heel tactics.
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>>3870152
>>Shoot Fletcher a message, you can see that he’s online.
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>>3870152
>Close your inventory and exit the room, you’re sick of sitting idle.
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>>3870160
Supporting.
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Rolled 1 (1d2)

I'm back! Gonna flip between these two options, and whichever it lands on I'll write! Hope you're all doing well, and thanks for reading!

>>3870160
>>3870163
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Cirno, the people must know. What happened to the porcupine? Is she still being an asshole?
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>>3870288
Honestly I haven't seen her in a while, probably because it's getting colder - she's eaten a good portion of my porch over the summer though, the dickhead.
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>>3870292

(Apologies if my writing is a bit weird, currently trying to get back into the groove of things. I haven’t written anything that wasn’t for class ever since I left lmao.)

You swallow that bitter pill known as fear and pull up your messages tab, ready to bear witness to everything it has to offer whilst also sending a dirty look at the robot. First she scares you, and then…well, honestly, that’s all she’s really done. It isn’t exactly her fault that she’s stuck with you, but you certainly wish Auxilia would just make normal anti-cheat programs and not robotic girls who look like they want to slash an artery or two!

“So, how long are you going to keep lingering? Aren’t you supposed to be monitoring my console? Go and do your job.” You sarcastically wiggle your wrist as you browse through the rapidly incoming messages. There’s a lot of explicit stuff in here, you notice – not only are there a lot of messages just filled with curses, some have gone really specific with their wording. A lot of angry cries for you to stop hogging the spotlight, that a cheater like you should have just gone and killed himself, and that they’re happy that Rock got to your arcade so they didn’t have to spare the effort.

You snort – so nothing’s really changed from the scandal, then. Somehow, all of this is tamer compared to all the shit you got when you were caught cheating. Even the vandalism remained the same – you recall the instance that propelled you to disappear off the face of the Earth, which was someone coming to your team house and busting out all the windows they could find and slashing tires.

You wonder if any other professional sport players had to deal with this shit, or if it’s just that the rise of gaming as the dominant sport enabled this sort of shitty behavior.

“As I said, you have not entered the game yet.” You look over at her in response to her icy tone, and you can picture the furrowed brow she would have had if she were human.

All you can do is scoff at her.

Regardless, you take in your good dose of gamer rage for the day, which is slightly tempered by the fact that there are a few good sentiments sprinkled throughout…and there are also messages that you would classify as ‘sexually menacing.’

People be crazy, man. You root around in the settings and find that there is an option to disable anonymous messaging, and you do so immediately. No need to poison your eyes any longer. You’re about to do away with the menu screen entirely, but you’re taken out of your thoughts by a heavy, rhythmic thumping on the door.

…that’s not foreboding or anything.

>Walk through the door, it could be someone signaling that it’s time to get out or…something.
>You literally don’t trust anything right now, time to investigate for your own virtual safety.
>Message Fletcher instead of facing the current situation.
>Other.
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>>3870308
>>Walk through the door, it could be someone signaling that it’s time to get out or…something.
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>Walk through the door, it could be someone signaling that it’s time to get out or…something.

Let’s get this over with.

Remember when our biggest problem was moms yelling at us? Good times
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>>3870308
>Walk through the door, it could be someone signaling that it’s time to get out or…something.
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>>3870308
Anti-cheat bot is best girl.
>>Walk through the door, it could be someone signaling that it’s time to get out or…something.
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>>3870320
>>3870321
>>3870328
>>3870334

Time to cut the shit, let's go through the door and see what's outside! Please roll me a 1d20 - best of three makes it!
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Rolled 3 (1d20)

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Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>3870341
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>>3870334
>Anti-cheat bot is best girl.
Sounds like auxilia propaganda
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Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>3870341
rolling
>>3870349
Nothing like that; Auxilia is the best company because they produce the best products. Simple as.
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>>3870346
>>3870347
>>3870351
Well, uh...those are definitely some rolls. Writing now!
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>>3870360

You narrow your eyes at the knocks that are slowly increasing in volume, and then multiplying as if several people were wailing on the door at once. It’s incredibly frustrating, and it’s messing up your train of thought – so fuck it, you’ll just walk through the door to make the incessant knocking cease! It’s not like you really have much to do in here anyways, you think you’re pretty set to take on everything.

You send one last glare towards the girl as you begin walking towards the door, and to your chagrin, she follows without a single sound. Looks like she really is monitoring you thoroughly before matches…you don’t recall her following you around in your home base, so what could have brought on this change?

Admittedly, you can’t bring yourself to care all that much.

You reach the door and place your hand on the strangely ornate doorknob, and you think you can hear a low mumbling through it? Are there a lot of people on the other side? Well, there’s only one way to find out. Before you can psyche yourself out of doing this, you force yourself to turn the knob and swing the door wide open.

Almost immediately, bright flashes of light begin to encompass you, taking you highly off guard as you raise a hand to cover your eyes. A sea of voices begin to wash over you, a deluge of questions being thrown your way whilst a crowd of paparazzi eagerly snaps as many pictures as they can take. You’re certain that your younger self would have relished in this attention, eagerly answering them with confidence and striking cocky poses all the while.

You’re beginning to have even more hatred for your younger self than you already do, honestly.

You push one of the reporter’s microphones away from your face and attempt to move through them, which makes them even more excitable as you wade through the crowd. They’re like excited dogs, for Christ sake! Since when did they allow outside press into game lobbies!?

“Nova, Nova! What are your thoughts on your match? How does it feel going up against the man who vandalized your arcade?”

>Respond to the reporter, feed the paparazzi some scraps.
>Stay silent and move faster, your headache is only growing.
>Other.
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>>3870387
>Stay silent and move faster, your headache is only growing.
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>Respond to the reporter, feed the paparazzi some scraps.

“Feels great to be beat up and forced back into the limelight over a 5 year old mistake!”
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>>3870387
>>Stay silent and move faster, your headache is only growing.
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>>3870387
>Stay silent and move faster, your headache is only growing.
or
>"Fuck 0phelia."
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>>3870398
>>3870410
>>3870416
Silence is golden, as they say! Writing now.
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>>3870436
{Sorry for the wait on this one, sudden visitors happened. Also gotta love poor rolls.)

You take a good long look at the man practically shoving his microphone into your mouth – his avatar has black hair, red eyes, and a trench coat. Perhaps he thinks he looks cool like that, perhaps he is trying to make a statement about something. Regardless, you place your hand around the microphone, and you push it into his chest and keep walking, because you aren’t fucking obligated to answer the same media platforms that publicly dragged your name through the mud due to a decision you made out of anxiety when you were SIXTEEN.

You begin grumbling to yourself as you roughly shoulder past the thick crowd – there’s plenty of curses directed at 0phelia, at this fucking game, and life in general! You really wish Cinder were here just so you could vent, but just as you find yourself almost out of the wall of journalism, you feel a hand wrap tightly around your wrist and yank you out of the crowd hard.

You feel your arm begin to sting and crackle with electricity due to the pressure put upon it – this world’s equivalent of pain without taxing the brain too much. Before you can look at the assailant, you find yourself swung around and pressed against a pillar that you hadn’t even seen. You can’t believe the crowd interrupted your normal panoramic observations, damnit!

Also, what is it with people wanting to physically harm you!? All you did was use an aim assist, for fuck’s sake!

“Good evening, Wolfgang.” A sickly-sweet voice speaks from beside you, wrist still secured in an iron clasp. “I didn’t expect to see you again after all this time.”

You hurriedly sort through who this could be as you turn to face them – voice is too smooth to be 0phelia (also she’s in the physical crowd), hands too small to be Rock, voice too high-pitched to be Fletcher’s…when you manage to get a glimpse of their face, however, you feel a vein pulse in your forehead.

Will the universe ever stop throwing curveballs at you, for fuck’s sake? It’s almost like there’s a metaphorical D20 somewhere, and you just keep rolling low repeatedly.

“…didn’t expect the star player of Auxilia to show up. Aren’t you supposed to be practicing?” Your voice is dripping with venom as you tear your wrist away from the man, who smiles mockingly from behind his curtain of blonde hair. “And aren’t you being a little too touchy?”

“I didn’t know how to catch your attention, considering you seem to think you’re hot shit at the moment. Also, you looked like you were about to punch a bystander.”

Looks like Golden from Auxilia decided to come out to your rink-a-dink match. How thrilling.

>Remain silent and stare indignantly at the twink-ish boy.
>”Upset that I’m getting more press than you like usual, Golden?”
>Punch him in the eye and walk away like you don’t know nobody.
>Other.
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>>3870492
>>”Upset that I’m getting more press than you like usual, Golden?”
Time to heel.
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>>3870492
>Walk away without a response.

We have a game to get to, let's let our skills speak for us!
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>>3870520
Gonna go with this because no one supported the other! Time to heel. Also, sorry for the wait, distractions should be gone now. Life is pain. Writing now!
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>>3870577

You reign in your anger and force it into a withering smirk as you move off the pillar, taking in the boy in front of you as you prepare your response.

You suspect that his hair is something that most girls would envy – it’s the same on his avatar as it is in real life, long enough that it goes to his waist and as straight as an arrow. His eyes match his username – bright golden, surrounded by immaculately kept bangs. The temptation to punch him in the head briefly comes up, but you manage to stifle it in lieu of a scathing remark.

“Upset that I’m getting more press than you like usual, Golden?” You can feel the nerve you just snapped, as his condescending expression is replaced with the kind of rage one can only display when they’ve been faced with a truth that they can’t swallow. When you were an active player, you eclipsed all of the headlines and left him in the fucking dust – seems it’s still a sore spot for him! Wonderful. You like playing the heel.

“Not at all, {i]cheater.” – you wonder if it’s bad that that word has started to make you chuckle – “I just wanted to see you get crushed underfoot, since I’m pretty sure your skill all came from that fucking che-“

“Did you not see his match against 0phelia then, Golden?” You see the boy stiffen as he looks to the side of you – and lo and behold, it seems a wayward Fletcher has joined the fray. He's wearing his ever familiar beige jacket, and seems to be chewing on a toothpick. That tracks, honestly. “The anti-cheat device that your company developed was in full effect…I believe you should walk away before you write a check that your mouth can't cash.”

Damn, is Fletcher glaring at him? You haven't seen that in a while.

The now very flushed Golden looks back and forth between the two of you with a frenzied expression, before murmuring something unintelligible under his breath and walking away, his hands jammed deep in his pockets.

“You’re going to lose today, Nova! Mark my words!”

“…he sounds like a jilted lover. You doing okay?” Fletcher tries to hide his chuckle with a fist, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Sorry for not greeting you at the venue, I was looking for you but didn’t see you, so I decided to jog over to an arcade.”

…you seem to recall that it was raining after you got inside, and you also know that the nearest arcade is about a mile away.

Fletcher was a very odd man.

>”Doing just peachy – I’ve been manhandled for the second time today, in fact!”
>”As well as I could be, really. Did…no one else show up?”
>Remain silent and stare at the ground. You haven’t fulfilled your brooding quota yet.
>Throw your binoculars at the back of Golden’s head. You hate him so much.
>Other.
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>>3870614
>"Did...no one else show up?"

Fletcher best boy.
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>>3870614
>”As well as I could be, really. Did…no one else show up?”
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>>3870625
Support

Indeed, fletcher is a bro.
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>>3870625
>>3870635
>>3870638
Writing now!
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>>3870650

(Making pulled pork sandwiches for dinner. This is the greatest timeline.)

“As well as I could be, really. Did…no one else show up?” You don’t know what brought forth the note of hesitation in the latter half of that sentence, but you find a sense of nervousness entirely unrelated to the game coming up. You hadn’t expected anyone to show up in the first place, but with Fletcher here…well, maybe everyone else did, too?

“Unfortunately, no.” Apparently something in your face shifted, because Fletcher’s grip on your shoulder tightens a smidge. “I asked all of them, but…well, Buster and Drifter are still really peeved about it. And Orange, well…I think he went off to play some other MMO? I haven’t heard from him in a very long time. So, it looks like I’m the only one around. Sorry about that, Wolf.” He scratches his cheek, and you’re quick to assure him that it’s okay. Sure, maybe you’re a little disappointed, but not nearly enough that it’s a big issue!

Besides, you know for a fact that you’d get manhandled by Buster a third time, whether he was mad or not – dude was incredibly touchy and has never really had a gauge of his own strength. You recall when you won a pretty high-profile tournament, and he hugged you so hard that you needed to take a day off of practice because you could hardly get out of bed.

Ah, memories! So good, so bittersweet, and now you’re burying them to prevent further disappointment.

“Still remember the basics of what we went over?” Fletcher asks you, leading you away from the massive crowd of people and towards a sitting area. You glance around the room – it’s very ornate, with red tapestry hanging from the top floor in multiple places. You also spot quite a few players staring at you, some with pretty mean glares, too!

“Is Rock around?” You ask Fletcher under your breath, ignoring his question as your eyes roam the room in an attempt to spot the beefy man.

“Haven’t seen him. He’s been holed up in his starting room, it would seem…hell, I didn’t even expect you to come out.” He checks his wristwatch and clicks his tongue. “Looks like the match is soon. Now, let me ask again, do you remember what we went over regarding him?” His voice is a little harder, so you figure you better answer this time.

>Yeah, sure, totally! You need no reminder on what to do here, because your memory has never failed you even once.
>You absolutely need a reminder holy shit it’s been four months.
>Other.
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>You absolutely need a reminder holy shit it’s been four months.

Eat the shit out of that pulled pork
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>>3870676
>>You absolutely need a reminder holy shit it’s been four months.
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>>3870676
>>You absolutely need a reminder holy shit it’s been four months.
Something about dominating the mid-range game?

I have ten pounds of pork butt I need to use by midweek. Thanks for the reminder.
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>>3870676
>You absolutely need a reminder holy shit it’s been four months.
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>>3870684
>>3870688
>>3870692
>>3870710
Rely on big bro Fletcher, he'll help you out. Writing now!
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>>3870713

“I…look, I…okay, yeah, I need a reminder.” You say sheepishly, averting your eyes from your former captain and feeling very much like your sixteen-year-old self at the moment.

Unbeknownst to you, Fletcher levels a look that is both parts disappointed and endeared.

“Since we don’t have too much time, I’ll make it as quick as I can. From what we know, he uses light machine guns and a sword that’s as big as he is. Your options are to use your sniper rifle to get a bead on him whilst remaining hidden or using your shotgun to get close. That may sound stupid, but that sword requires effort to swing, and you have a speed advantage due to how small you are compared to him. Of course, this goes out the window if he has switched up his loadout, but we’re running on the assumption that he hasn’t.”

“Have you found out what his third weapon is?” You ask Fletcher, a bit impressed at how easy he still could slip into ‘teacher mode’, as Buster affectionately called it once upon a time.

“No one has ever seen him use one, so we don’t even know if he has one in the first place. Rock plays fairly straight forward, so it wouldn’t surprise me if he didn’t, but once again he could have switched things up against you. Keep in mind that if you let him have a bead on you, he will take advantage of that – he has the midgame over you as long as he has that gun.”

“Maybe I could…disarm him?”

“If you think you can get a gun out of his hands, you are more than welcome to try, Wolf.”

“…fair point. Anything about what special equipment he has?”

“None whatsoever as far as I’ve seen. He plays this game like we used to in the old days, so on that front, we might be safe. Let’s see, what else…do you have any special equipment yet?”

“Couldn’t find anything worth a damn other than special rope, no. I did get a trade from 0phelia, bu-“

“You got what?”

Oh, that’s an intense stare he’s giving you.

>Be honest, you didn’t take that bullshit.
>Be a prankster – she gave you a cool spider mine, yeah!
>Ask him for supplies, beggars can’t be choosers.
>Other.
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>>3870730
>Be honest, you didn’t take that bullshit.
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>Be honest, you didn’t take that bullshit.

I-it’s not like I wanted it or anything...
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>>3870730
>>Be honest, you didn’t take that bullshit.
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>>3870730
>>Be honest, you didn’t take that bullshit.
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>>3870739
>>3870751
>>3870757
>>3870766
I return! You an honest man, yes you are. Writing now!
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>>3870780

“Of course not, Alex.” Due to the serious nature of his expression, you drop the screenname and give him as sincere of a look as you can muster. “After everything that’s happened, why would I take anything she offered me?”

A split-second passes where he’s staring deeply into your eyes, enough so that you start to become uncomfortable, but a moment later he sighs in relief and slumps back in his chair. He runs a hand down his face, peeking at you from between his fingers.

“Glad to hear it…knowing her, she might have given you a serious dud. With how those mines work, she could have modified them to target you, and you would have been none the wiser since you don’t know stuff like that.” He flicks open his inventory and reaches within, pulling out what appears to be a handful of grenades, and holds them out to you immediately after.

“Always trust the classics, right?”

>Accept the grenades - more equipment means a better chance of winning.
>Decline the grenades – you appreciate the gesture, but you think your current loadout is just fine.
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>Accept the grenades - more equipment means a better chance of winning.

I remember people in the first thread saying we should use the basic items to confuse people. They expect high tech bullshit, we give them classic... something.
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>>3870797
>>Accept the grenades - more equipment means a better chance of winning.
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>>3870797
>Accept the grenades - more equipment means a better chance of winning.
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>>3870814
>>3870816
>>3870817
Take the explosives! Writing now.
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>>3870856

(With this, I'm off to dinner! Vote's open until I return - and thank you very much for reading! Leave any feedback, criticism, comments, or concerns - I am not the greatest writer in the world and feedback is crucial in making this story not shit. See you in a bit!)

You smile at him when he says this, and that only causes his own smile to grow as you take the grenades out of his hand.

“They’re all about the tech shit, but we know what’s up.” You say to him, slotting them into your loadout with a little bit of glee.

What, explosives were neat, and they could provide some good damage or cover if used correctly!

>Mk. I Grenades x4 acquired.

“With those, it widens up our options a little bit. If he gets too close and you need to get away, we use one of these to get you out, or we use them to get him off of your scent if he corners you. Also, like I saw in your match against the girl, you’re quite fond of using traps all of a sudden – use that ingenuity to your advantage, Wolf. You have a great mind, and I know it’s not just full of cotton.” He reaches out and taps your forehead, causing you to recoil a bit as you stare at him.

Admittedly, you haven’t had this much positive affirmation in literal years, so you’re feeling pretty good. If there’s one thing Fletcher has always been good at, it’s dragging your sorry ass out of the dumps when it feels like you’re about to carve out a hovel in them to live in.

Before you can open your mouth to respond, a voice comes over the loudspeaker within the room.

”LAAAAAAADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE TIME IS ALMOST HERE! ONE MINUTE UNTIL THE FATED MATCHUP BETWEEN ANCIENT RIVALS! PREPARE YOURSELF!”

Fletcher rolls his eyes and stands up, beckoning you to follow him. You do so yourself – damn, the chairs in this place are comfy – and he turns to face you.

“Feeling good, Wolf?”

“As well as I can, Alex.”

“Don’t overthink things – play how you used to, and everything will be fine. I’m cheering for you.” He holds out his arm, his hand in a closed fist. You find yourself overcome with nostalgia – this was something he always used to do for the group before big matchups.

Fucking Fletcher, being a sentimental asshole. You bump the back of your fist against his, and as soon as you do, a swarm of lights and the sounds of pictures being taken invade your eyes and ears.

That’s real fucking lame. You were just about to have a moment! You hate the media.

>”Thanks, Alex. For all of this.”
>”Don’t worry, Fletcher. I’ll take this victory in no time.”
>Salute him and turn around to walk away, even if you have nowhere to walk to.
>Say nothing because you’re dropping so many death flags you might as well be speaking in semaphore.
>Other.
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>>3870895
>”Thanks, Alex. For all of this.”

so much for retirement
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>>3870895
>>Say nothing because you’re dropping so many death flags you might as well be speaking in semaphore.
Time to equip best girl.
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>>3870900
Support

We’re still on track for retirement. It’s not like we’ll be forced to re-enter the gaming landscape and determine the fate of Warscape!

Right?
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>>3870895
>>”Don’t worry, Fletcher. I’ll take this victory in no time.”
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>>3870900
Also seconding this.
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>>3870895
>Say nothing because you’re dropping so many death flags you might as well be speaking in semaphore.
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>>3870913
Warscape is fine. Auxilia is doing a great job. Nova even commented on the comfy chairs.

Everything is fine.
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>>3870900
Supporting.
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>>3870895
>Salute him and turn around to walk away, even if you have nowhere to walk to.
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>>3870900
>>3870913
>>3870917
>>3871031
Hello, everyone, I'm back! This wins - being genuine with Fletcher is the way to go. Writing now!
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>>3871130

“Hey, Alex. Thanks for all of this, seriously. You didn’t have to do this, especially because I cut and run on the team, so…it means a lot.” You avert your eyes from him out of embarrassment due to this admission, and to your irritation the cameras begin to flash all over again. You sincerely wonder what title they could use for a scene like this…perhaps a gossip magazine article about the former prodigy getting together with his old team captain?

Yeah, knowing how people like to spin things, that sounds like something they’d do. You sincerely hate it.

“It’s no problem, Wolf.” Fletcher sticks a hand in his pocket, using the other to perform a two fingered salute. “You’re practically family to me. I’m just happy to hear that you’re alright after all these years…although I figure you would be. You’ve always had a good head on your shoulders, even if it used to be full of hot air. See you after the match.” With those parting words, he flickers away into blue polygons, as do many of the others in the sitting room.

Well shit, ain’t that one of the sweetest things you’ve ever heard.

You look over your shoulder and find your robotic inquisitor staring with that blank look permanently etched into her face. This would be a hell of a lot less uncomfortable if she smiled a little more, but you highly doubt you’d be able to convince this hard ass robot to do anything of the sort.

“It is time.” She says simply, reaching out and clasping your right hand.

“Yeah. Make sure you do your job correctly – I’d like to erase all doubt of my ability after this match so they all leave me alone, thanks.”

You don’t think you imagined that irritated glare that crossed over her face as she begins to morph into that weird metal substance.

>Roll me a 1d20. Best of three makes it.
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Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>3871158
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Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>3871158
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Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>3871158
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>>3871167
Thank you for breaking the streak of cursed rolls. Writing now!
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Just realized that the calypso twins would fit right in
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>>3871170

As the robot hovers in the air, inching forward to take shape around your right wrist, a familiar blue electricity begins to crackle around her as she does so. You feel the tingles that you’ve begun to associate with this process running up and down your arm, and you let out a sigh…but something sticks out to you.

What was that brief flash of red as she secured herself around your wrist?

You stare at the bracelet with confusion, but before you can devote more of your mind to it, you feel the familiar displacement of your body being teleported. Rather than your consciousness going black this time around, it’s like the scene changes in an instant. In one moment, you’re within the comfortable sitting room of the baroque club, and the next…

From the looks of things, you’re sat atop the stratosphere of a planet.

You aren’t a very easy person to surprise when it comes to a lot of things, but the sheer view of an entire world below your feet…the green plains, snowcapped mountains, what appears to be a desert…you feel your breath being taken away by the beautiful sight.

“Over here, lad! Don’t linger!” An overly ostentatious voice breaks you from this momentary reverie, and you shake your head and begin to move forward. It would seem that there is a sort of invisible glass floor beneath you, considering that you’re not plummeting towards the planet. With that in mind, you avert your eyes from the planet and look in front of you at the person speaking.

You notice two things right away: there is a large crowd of people circling where the man who called you is standing, and Rock’s avatar is somehow bigger than he is in real life.

He is standing stock still, narrow eyes boring holes into yours whilst his arms remain crossed. His bicep is bigger than your head, for fuck’s sake! Regardless, you force yourself forward as a majority of the crowd begins murmuring.

“In the interest of not keeping these people waiting longer, let’s skip the pleasantries – I’m certain the two of you have none to exchange, considering recent events!” The bulbous man lets out a roaring laugh, obviously highly amused by his own poor joke. A few people in the crowd begin to laugh at this, but are silenced with a gasp that seems to run through all of them. Why is that, you wonder?

It’s because Rock has extended a hand to you.

How do you proceed?

>Accept his handshake – lots of people show respect when they don’t mean it!
>Swat away his hand – after everything he’s done, he can fucking shove it.
>”Can we get on with it already?” You pointedly say to the announcer after giving Rock’s hand a passing glance.
>Other.
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>Accept his handshake – lots of people show respect when they don’t mean it!
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>>3871201
>Accept his handshake – lots of people show respect when they don’t mean it!
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>>3871201
>Accept his handshake – lots of people show respect when they don’t mean it!
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>>3871201
>>Accept his handshake – lots of people show respect when they don’t mean it!
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>>3871203
>>3871217
>>3871221
>>3871225
Show your sportsmanship! Writing now.
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>>3871252

You briefly consider reciprocating the incredible rudeness this man has shown you over the past few days – you know, with the whole vandalizing your arcade and stomping on your closest friend’s stomach thing – but you realize that being a dick at the moment won’t earn you any favors with a crowd that already detests you. With that in mind, you reach out your hand and clasp his firmly, giving it a shake and immediately retracting it. No need to lay it on too thick.

You spot Fletcher at the front of the crowd out of the corner of your eye, and you see him give a brief nod. Apparently, that was the right thing to do, you guess. You aren’t too concerned about this whole etiquette thing; you just want to put this particular grudge to rest so you can go back to the sweet sanctity of your arcade.

"CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS, FOLKS? THESE BITTER RIVALS EMBROILED IN A FEUD THAT WILL SHAKE THE FOUNDATION OF WARSCAPE…HAVE SHOOK HANDS!? COULD THIS BE A STEP TOWARDS A MUTUAL UNDERSTANDING!?”

You stare at this man with all of the bewilderment you can muster within your body. Was that a sentence he just said? You look back over at Rock, and it seems he had given the man a look of equal confusion.

“Ahem. Regardless, let’s get this show on the road! On my right side, we have one of the heaviest hitters in the solo scene today, ROCK!” The crowd cheers for the man who just two days ago was arrested for vandalism and assaulting a police officer. “And on my left! Potentially the hottest star that has ever graced Warscape, who was disgraced due to his own unfortunate misdeeds…N0V4_C43S4R!” And a vast majority boo you, the man who is a victim in this whole scenario. This whole thing is bullshit.

“ARE YOU READY TO WITNESS THEM WAGE WAR, AUDIENCE!?”

A resounding yes nearly blows your ears out.

“THEN LET’S NOT TARRY, FOLKS! MAY THE BEST PLAYER WIN! LET THE MATCH…COMMENCE!”

You find yourself being locked into an intense stare down with Rock, his dark eyes locked unwaveringly with yours. It’s almost as if the din of the crowd is fading away in face of this conflict – everything pales in comparison to the anger you feel towards this man. If there’s one thing you could be thankful for, it’s that this match will be incredibly cathartic when you snuff him out.

“You will lose, Nova. You have no programs to help you this time.” Rock states, his deep baritone voice echoing through you as the edges of your vision begin to darken. As you feel your body begin to fade away, your mind being transported to the battlefield…you manage to get out one last remark.

“Bite me.”

You sincerely hope you’ll be able to back that up.

>Begin the match.

(Now comes the part where I get to plan out the entire map - it's about time we have some action, yeah? See you soon! Hope you've enjoyed so far.)
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>>3871300
>Begin the match.
We in this bitch. Doing good as always, OP!
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Welp. The match has officially begun. Anyone got any good plans?
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>>3871310
I say we hide and try to pick him off with our sniper, I don't think we want Rock swinging a sword at us under any circumstances.
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>>3871310
That really depends on the map, bit considering the lmg it would be in our best interest to stay out of his sightlines as much as possible until we can force a reload.
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>>3871300
Glad to see you back cirno
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>>3871300

Alright, so I have the entire map written out - there's plenty of goodies stashed away within, along with a few interesting tidbits! However, I'm really tired, so I'm going to go to sleep for the night - I don't want to begin this when I'm almost falling asleep at the desk lmao.

Thank you to everyone who's read this and participated - also thanks for the warm welcome back!

As per usual, leave feedback, questions, comments, concerns, and all other things here - I want to keep making this better, after all!

So, have a good evening everyone, and I'll see you in the morning!
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>>3871368
have a good sleep, cirno! can't wait for rock to destroy us
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>>3871325
>>3871328
>>3871310
Wide open spaces, sniper rifle is the way to go. But if it's a prison-like map, getting in close would be better, possibly softening him up with traps first. Of course, we don't know if the blunderbuss is going to fail on us either.
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Hey hey what the fuck. What the fuck happened man. Why’d you ghost like that?
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>>3870039
>Good luck in your game, Wolfgang. Something tells me you might need it~! I’ll be cheering for you ;P – 0phelia
Top fucking kek, confirms 0phelia is a autist.
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Glad to see this back!
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Good morning, everyone! I have some class work to do this morning, and after that we'll get this ball going.

>>3871679
For the first two months I was gone it was pure burnout - apparently trying to write as often as I could just made me not want to write at all. I thought I'd be able to make the deadline I stated, but then that just didn't work out for me. The latter two months were due to my second college semester starting, and I wanted to make sure I was in a good place grade-wise before I started devoting time to this again.

>>3871697
0phelia's main talent as a Warscape player is being the worst.

>>3871709
Glad to see YOU back, anon.
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>>3871710
>0phelia's main talent as a Warscape player is being the worst.
I'd smash, 0phelia redemption ark when?
Anyways, I understand why you left. Next time tell us when you feel burn out, please tell us.
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>>3871719
Just watch the match, 0phelia.
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>>3871737
0phelia best girl.
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Alright, I'm back and writing! Aced the assignment and feeling good.

>>3871719
Will do - if it gets bad again, I might just come up with a new quest to focus on until I feel like writing this one.

>>3871743
Also this is the hottest take. You are a brave one, anon.
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>>3871745
It's fun to go against the flow of the current.
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Sweltering heat washes over your body as your vision begins to return, immediately making you wish that the jacket Cinder had commissioned you wasn’t so heavy.

When the blurriness in your eyes starts to fade away, the first thing you notice is that the sky is blue without a single cloud in sight. This would qualify as an innocuous sight, however every map you’ve played on since picking the game up has been cloudy. The skyscrapers against 0phelia had a storm, the prison against Cinder was dull and lifeless, and training with Fletcher was in a vast grey abyss…you’re reminded again about just how remarkable the realism in this game is.

However, staring at the sky isn’t the priority, so you tear your eyes from it and start to look around you.

It would seem that you are in a desert map, judging by the vast amount of sand surrounding the area. The part that you’re standing on seems to be relatively solid with only a fine dusting, but turning your head shows a menagerie of vast dunes. In front of you lies a curious sight – a hole that is incredibly large around, surrounded by a battered metal railing that looks like it would snap with a single push. Your eyes follow the railing to the right, and you see a large building with a few satellite dishes and a radio tower about half a mile away. To the left, a cluster of buildings that are the same distance away.

Part of you is thankful that you haven’t been thrusted into another game of cat and mouse – things seem straightforward, this time around!

Unfortunately, your glee ends when you follow the railing all the way around and see Rock standing directly across the hole from you.

In the moment that you see him, you take note of a few things. For one, there seems to be a heavy vest strapped to his chest, a piece of armor that you hadn’t seen moments ago during your little standoff. For two, he has a sword strapped to his back that’s as tall as him and as big as you. For three, he’s slowly raising a large and menacing gun towards you. And fourth and finally, you feel a familiar weight on your waist – the bag is already on you, which means you don’t have start of round invincibility.

Yeah, this is a change of pace alright. Time to think fast.

>Run towards the small town, if you lure him in, you could use your shotgun and knife to take him on close quarters.
>Run towards the large building, you need a vantage point in order to pick him off with your sniper rifle.
>Hit the deck and snipe the fucker – you’ll attempt to end this quickly, because why not? [This will require a HIGH roll.]
>Flip him off and dodge all the bullets as a show of superiority. [This will require a VERY HIGH roll.]
>Other.
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>>3871758
>Run towards the large building.
I don't want anything to do with that sword, and I don't think we want to engage without cover.
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>>3871758
>>Hit the deck and snipe the fucker – you’ll attempt to end this quickly, because why not? [This will require a HIGH roll.]
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>>3871758
>Run towards the large building, you need a vantage point in order to pick him off with your sniper rifle.
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>>3871758
>Run towards the large building, you need a vantage point in order to pick him off with your sniper rifle.
Much as I think we have an advantage in the town, I trust the rifle more than the shotgun
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>>3871758
>>Hit the deck and snipe the fucker – you’ll attempt to end this quickly, because why not? [This will require a HIGH roll.]
Force him to move to cover first. Then rotate to keep him at max range.
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>>3871758
>Run towards the large building, you need a vantage point in order to pick him off with your sniper rifle.
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>>3871758
>>3871791
Agreed, a quick drop shot, then we can react to his movement.
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>>3871758
>>Hit the deck and snipe the fucker – you’ll attempt to end this quickly, because why not? [This will require a HIGH roll.]
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Rolled 2 (1d2)

I return from the dark voooooid. Made lunch, used the rest of the pulled pork from yesterday. Some good shit right there, let me tell you.

Since we seemingly have a tie, I'm gonna flip between them! If it lands on the second, I need a 1d20 - best of three wins!

>>3871773
>>3871775
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>>3871758
>Toss a grenade at him to force him back and make a break for the large building.
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>>3871833
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>>3871833
GRASSY KNOLL!
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Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>3871833
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Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>3871837
>>3871833
Whoops, lets try that again
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Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>3871833
Rolling to keep things rolling.
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>>3871838
This makes the cut, it would seem! Writing now.
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You immediately throw yourself to the ground just as Rock begins firing, tearing your sniper from its holster as you barely avoid a mouth full of sand and bullets. You look down the sights with a hiss and aim for the head, pulling the trigger and firing a quick shot off at him. Unfortunately, your aim is a bit off due to the sudden adrenaline making your hands quiver, and the shot hits him square in the chest – normally you’d count that as a win, but bulletproof vests are the actual worst in Warscape – that’s something of a universal concept in the game, whether it be now or five years ago.

All Rock does in response is adjust his aim lower, finger apparently glued to the trigger. Seems he plays exactly like he used to, then – 0 to 100 as soon as the possibility is presented to him. You were pretty well known for making short work of players like him in the olden days.

>Player: N0v4_C43s4r
>HP: 100/100

>Get up and sprint towards the large building, time to claim your vantage point. [This will require a LOW roll.]
>Get up and sprint towards the small town, if he comes after you, you’ll rely on your speed. [This will require a LOW roll.]
>Chuck a grenade his way and head for either place – it’ll distract him and deal some damage while you hide yourself. [This will require a roll.]
>Fire off another shot – you’re more situated now, and if you hit properly, you have no doubt it’ll make him let up on his suppressing fire while dealing massive damage. [This will require a VERY HIGH roll.]
>Other.
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>>3871845
>Chuck a grenade his way and head for the large building.
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>>3871852
+1
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>>3871845
>>Get up and sprint towards the large building, time to claim your vantage point. [This will require a LOW roll.]
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>>3871845
>>Chuck a grenade his way and head for the large building.
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>>3871852
>>3871857
>>3871861
This wins! Please roll me a 1d20, best of three wins as per usual.
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Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>3871865
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Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>3871865
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Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>3871865
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>>3871869
>>3871873
>>3871874
oof. Hope the 13 is enough.
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>>3871869
...two 1s in one set, huh. This one goes through, writing now.
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>>3871881

You throw yourself to the side just as the spray comes down on you, hand darting down to your belt as you pull out one of the frag grenades Fletcher had given you only minutes ago. You certainly didn’t think you’d be using any of them this early in the match, but hey, plans need to stay adaptable to win!

You bring yourself to your feet and pull the pin, tossing it at him with the precision of a baseball pitcher and hauling ass towards the large building. You glance out of the corner of your eye and see Rock maneuver the gun towards you, catching the grenade in its spray and causing it to detonate in mid-air. The sound is nearly deafening, and you feel a bit of shrapnel coast past your head – but the black smoke that lingers must be doing a pretty good job of obscuring you, as no bullets come through. Part of you didn't expect that to work! Hell yeah!

“That’s one obstacle down.” You murmur as you sprint towards the grey building, hurriedly looking for a door while praying that the smoke was still obscuring you. As you come within a few paces of it, you can make out a large set of double doors, along with a few sets of windows, and a ladder that goes up to the roof.

How do you proceed?

>Go straight into the building – you don’t have time to investigate when Rock could be coming this way.
>Take cover behind the wall and investigate the building – caution is damn well necessary, no matter the situation.
>Go up to the roof and get a bead on Rock – you might be able to catch him unaware.
>Other.
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>>3871895
>Go up to the roof and get a bead on Rock – you might be able to catch him unaware.
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>>3871895
>>Go up to the roof and get a bead on Rock – you might be able to catch him unaware.
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>>3871895
>Take cover behind the wall and investigate the building – caution is damn well necessary, no matter the situation.
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>>3871903
>>3871908
This one wins! Writing now.
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>>3871917

You shove your sniper back in it’s holster and move over to the ladder, trying to pinpoint where Rock is through the windows – when that venture proves fruitless due to how dirty some of them are, you sigh and begin ascending the ladder as quick as you can. The fact that this map was fairly straight forward was both a blessing and a curse – this would quite literally come down to skill between the two of you, since this map doesn’t seem to have any obvious gimmicks.

You reach the top and throw yourself over the lip of the wall, keeping low to the ground as you scuttle over to the opposite side. Other than the satellites sticking out of the roof, there are a few air conditioning units that could be used as decent cover, as well as a hatch that most likely leads into the top floor.

Looks like you might be sitting pretty, if this works well!

You allow a few moments to pass before you peek over the wall, keeping your sniper rifle ready in case any surprises await you…and to your shock, you see him immediately.

He’s standing still, exactly where you had saw him before, gun still pointed towards where you had previously been standing. You feel an instinctual surge of excitement run through you, but your mind tempers it immediately. There’s something incredibly off about this to you…why isn’t he moving? Your brow furrows as you adjust your rifle.

>Brace yourself against the wall and sweep the area with your sights – you suspect something might be up.
>Take the shot – if there’s a trap involved here, you can’t imagine that it will be able to hit you from this distance. (This will require a LOW roll.)
>You don’t trust this at all – move over to the hatch and stay alert. (This will require a roll.)
>Scavenge the rooftop to see if there are any hidden goods – gotta recoup the cost of the grenade! (This will require a roll.)
>Other.
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>>3871939
>>Brace yourself against the wall and sweep the area with your sights – you suspect something might be up.
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>>3871939
>>Scavenge the rooftop to see if there are any hidden goods – gotta recoup the cost of the grenade! (This will require a roll.)

Obvious trap is obvious, I doubt Rock is smart enough to play reverse psychology where something looks like a trap but it isn't. So we might as well take this opportunity to look for supplies.
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>>3871939
>You don’t trust this at all – move over to the hatch and stay alert. (This will require a roll.)
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>>3871970
+1.
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>>3871970
>>3871978
Looks like this wins! Roll a 1d20 to find goodies.
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>>3871939
>>Scavenge the rooftop to see if there are any hidden goods – gotta recoup the cost of the grenade! (This will require a roll.)
Aww yeah, nice to see this quest back in business. Good to have you back, cirno.
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Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>3871981
for the loot!
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Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>3871981
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Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>3871981
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Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>3871981
Give us our loot, damnit!
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>>3871986
Well shit, looks like you get some loot! Writing now.

>>3871984
I liiiiiiive.
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Rolled 16 (1d20)

>kleptomania intensifies
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>>3872013

You grumble to yourself as you move at a half crouch across the roof, eyes scavenging for anything that looked remotely useful. You don’t think Rock really has the smarts to pull any complicated shit, so you won’t take that bait – you’re pretty sure it’s a decoy, now that you think about it. Looks like Fletcher was right about Rock changing up his game plan against you – no special equipment your ass.

After half a minute of searching, you see something behind an air conditioning unit that catches your eyes – what appears to be a medium-sized black box that’s just…sitting there. You can make out a silver clasp on the front of it, and you smile victoriously.

Glorious, glorious loot. This is what dreams are made of right here.

You get down on your knees as you reach forward and flick open the clasp – thankfully, it doesn’t blow up in your face – and you grin at how neat the contents inside look. They’re all surrounded by black foam, reminding you distinctly of a gun case, and the smell of Styrofoam hits your nostrils. Inside you see five throwing knives piled neatly on top of each other, a dark grey cube that seems to have blue glowing data patterns across its surface, and three vials of unknown liquids that vary in color (one yellow, one red, one purple). You take all of them out, and as you do, a spark of realization clicks within your head – if you remember correctly, the yellow one should be what you used to clinch the win from 0phelia!

Fuckin’ haste potions man. That’s the good shit.

>Player: n0v4_c43s4r
>HP: 100/100

>Inventory:
>Mk. II rope
>Auxilia brand healing patch x 3 (+20 HP)
>Flashlight
>Binoculars
>Mk. I frag grenades x 3
>Throwing knives x 5
>Speed potion
>Unknown glowing cube
>Unknown red potion
>Unknown purple potion

“They’re really going out of their way to bring in all crowds, huh?” You chuckle, securing the items within your bag. Just as you’re about to move away from the box, the wind seems to pick up, and your brow furrows.

Now that you think of it…things have been awfully quiet since you got up here, haven’t they? Where could Rock have gone?

>Roll a 1d20 – best of three makes it.
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Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>3872034
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Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>3872034
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Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>3872034
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>>3872036
A decent enough roll! Writing now.
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>>3872067

You don’t know what propelled you to move, but you throw yourself to the ground just before the sound of glass breaking overcomes the wind, a spray of gunfire following as bullets sail right where your head used to be. Your eyes widen a bit as you curse to yourself, realizing what had happened immediately.

When the grenade detonated and you had moved to this building, Rock had left the decoy and mirrored your movements, moving over to the small town and taking cover whilst waiting for you to show yourself. You can’t help but chuckle as the hail of bullets cease – that was a pretty decent move on his part, you’d concede that to him. You’d pegged him as a total meathead!

“His ammunition isn’t infinite, though.” You murmur to yourself as you ready your own weapon, lapsing into the old habit of speaking your thoughts aloud. “Would explain why he stopped firing rather than keeping it up this…he must have burned through his first clip earlier.”

You weigh the options in your head as silence overtakes the valley – you have several avenues of approach here. For one, you could dig in up here and try to rely on your old wits to locate him before he takes your head off. For two, you could inch over to the hatch that would let you into the building, at risk of him potentially seeing. For three, you could go right back down the fucking ladder and make your way over to the town…with finite ammo, it’s not like he can keep up the suppressing fire forever. Hell, you could even toss another grenade his way as a distraction…it worked once, right?

You purse your lips. What’s your avenue of approach here?

>Move over to the hatch and try to get a bead on him from within the top floor of the building. [This will require a roll.]
>Go down the ladder and sprint over to the town – what’s the worst that could happen in the middle of a mile sprint? [This will require a roll.]
>Quick scope this fucker – you’re feeling confident! [This will require a HIGH roll.]
>Baseball pitch another grenade at him – either he shoots it again, it hits, or it misses. Two of those three outcomes are good, right? [This will require a HIGH roll.]
>Other.
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>>3872093
>>Move over to the hatch and try to get a bead on him from within the top floor of the building. [This will require a roll.]
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>>3872095
support
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>>3872093
>>>Move over to the hatch and try to get a bead on him from within the top floor of the building. [This will require a roll.]
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>>3872095
>>3872098
>>3872102
Move your ass, get a better position! Roll me a 1d20.
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Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>3872115
T A C T I C A L R O L L
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Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>3872115
Hail Auxilia
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Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>3872115
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>>3872121
TACTICAL PROWESS ACHIEVED. Writing now!
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A few moments pass as you make up your mind, maneuvering your body so you could dart over to the neighboring air conditioning unit with perfect ease. You count down from three, and combat roll across the gap – the instant you make it, the gunfire starts again in short bursts. You need to repeat this once more to get to the hatch – thankfully it was positioned behind one of the conditioners, so you don’t need to linger out of cover.

As you begin to work the handle, a thought occurs to you…there’s a chance that Rock hasn’t been on this map before, as slim as it may be. With the hatch positioned as it is…you concoct a plan in your head, a smirk rising to your face as you wrench it open. There’s no ladder leading down, interestingly enough, but you’re relatively certain that the drop to the top floor won’t damage you all that much. With that in mind, you swing your legs into the gap and raise your hand high in the air for Rock to see.

As soon as you hear his gun go off, you drop into the gap.

A puff of air is expelled from you as you land on your feet, immediately pivoting and rushing to the set of windows that face the town. There are a few desks littered throughout the floor, and you practically vault over the ones in your way as you sidle up to the window. You raise your gun to get a better view, and the grin practically splits your face as you locate exactly what you’re looking for.

You see Rock pointing his gun at the roof, none the wiser.

“Looks like I still have it.” You say aloud, not caring to muffle yourself as you curl your finger around the trigger.

>Take the shot – aim for the head. [This will require a roll.]
>Take the shot – aim for center mass. [This will require a LOW roll.]
>Take the shot – aim for his hands to make him drop the gun out of the building. You'll disarm him to prove a point to Fletcher. [This will require a HIGH roll.]
>Other.
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>>3872168
>Take the shot – aim for the head. [This will require a roll.]
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>>3872168
>Take the shot - aim for his hands to make him drop the gun out of the building. You'll disarm him to prove a point to Fletcher. (This will require a HIGH roll.)
Hey, if nothing else, his hands are close to center of mass. A good 'miss' could still end up plugging him in the gut.
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>>3872168
>>Take the shot – aim for the head. [This will require a roll.]
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>>3872168
>Shoot him in the head
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>>3872183
>>3872189
>>3872191
Will you score the first hit? Roll me a 1d20...best out of four makes it, due to him not knowing where the fuck you went.
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Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>3872214
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>>3872168
>Take the shot – aim for the head.
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Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>3872214
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Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>3872214
Only because it's best of four.
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Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>3872214
Look at this Nat 1
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>>3872235
Why are the rolls in this thread cursed? Writing now.
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Holy shit, Gun x Glory's back?!

Fletcher 4 best gril, 0phelia a shit.

>>3872246
Because that red glow was 0phelia sabotaging our rolls.
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>>3872253
0phelia best gril, pleb.
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>>3872246
The rolls are Auxilia balancing the playing field against known cheats, obvs.
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>>3872266
0phelia literal worst entity in existence, scrub.
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>>3872246

You center your sights perfectly on his head, and you brace yourself against a table, making sure that they would stay that way. You take a breath and go to fire…and a sudden spasm rocks through your body just as you pull the trigger, making your shot take out a piece of the windowsill next to Rock’s head rather than your intended target.

You see him actually jump in surprise and fumble the gun for a moment, before clutching it and maneuvering it towards your position – you curse and throw yourself to the ground as bullets decimate the window. You’re about to roll out of the way when a cough racks through your body, and you forcefully drive the heel of your hand into your mouth to stifle it. A few moments pass after the gunfire ceases, and you draw your hand away with a glare – what the fuck had happened just now? A spasm and then a cough? That doesn’t seem right at all.

A moment later, it occurs to you that your hand is now dyed red.

…excuse me?

>Player: n0v4_c43s4r
>HP: 95/100 (-5 HP)

You stare at your hand dumbfoundedly…they had added blood to this game? There hadn’t been any five years ago, not to mention the recent skirmishes you had with everyone…is this a competitive only feature? You shake your head, that wasn’t the point…what caused that sudden twitch?

Did Rock…do something to cause it? It didn’t happen when you shot at him earlier…you grit your teeth and find a buried surge of anger rising up within you.

>”I thought you wanted a fair fight, asshole!” You scream out the window.
>You bury your anger and slink away into the building, you need to find another avenue of approach.
>Pop up and try to shoot him again – you won’t let a twitch stop you from tagging this meaty fuck. [This will require a HIGH roll.]
>Other.
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>>3872297
>>You bury your anger and slink away into the building, you need to find another avenue of approach.
i'm guessing all that is from cursed rolls
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>>3872297
So we pissed off Golden, whose family company made the anti-cheat device we wear, and now after that device has acted strangely, we're unable to get a good shot it. What a coincidence.

It seems to be automatic for if we're going to hit a high-damage area, unless they've got something with seriously fast reflexes to decide whether to activate it or not.

Do we continue to fight, or do we call a halt and demand the tournament staff check our device for tampering?
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>”I thought you wanted a fair fight, asshole!” You scream out the window.

In a.... somewhat more polite tone
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>>3872297
>>Pop up and try to shoot him again – you won’t let a twitch stop you from tagging this meaty fuck. [This will require a HIGH roll.]

double down like a boss.
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>>3872297
>>”I thought you wanted a fair fight, asshole!” You scream out the window.
Something's up. We never bled in our previous games. And if it is just a new game mechanic Rock might just confirm it somehow because he doesn't seem the decptive type.
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>>3872318
ok yeah, this Golden faggot is sabotaging us.

And to think we were worried about 0phelia sabotaging us.
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>>3872319
+1
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>>3872326
That aside, hey QM is coughing fits something we should be worried about in VR? Like is this something that, when it happens in other occasions, we immediately should be scared? For all we know we could be receiving dangerous feed back irl from the helmet.
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>>3872350
Yeah shit, maybe our physical game helmet has been tampered with?
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>>3872285
0phelia best girl literal autist goddess, scum.
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>>3872354
Gah, my conviction caused me to type without checking what I wrote! meant
>0phelia best girl and literal autist goddess, scum.
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>>3872297
>You bury your anger and slink away into the building, you need to find another avenue of approach.

>letting him know our location ISHYGDDT
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So hey, I gotta take a break because I forgot that I need dinner! Gonna make some burgers, me thinks. Fueled by the fires of confusion. Should be great - see you soon, and thank you for reading so far! Vote is open till I get back!

>>3872350
Coughing isn't something you should be worried about, no! Not that Wolfgang would know this, but things that make you cough are used in other VR games. No need to worry about fatalities here!
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>>3872297
>Pop up and try to shoot him again – you won’t let a twitch stop you from tagging this meaty fuck. [This will require a HIGH roll.]
umpteenth time is the charm!
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>>3872358
Wow, looks like you typoed twice! It's okay, friend, I'm here to help. What you meant to write was

>0phelia worst girl and literally autistic, godless scum.

You're welcome!
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>>3872297
>>Pop up and try to shoot him again – you won’t let a twitch stop you from tagging this meaty fuck. [This will require a HIGH roll.]
So, it looks like Goldie's trying to mess with our mojo through that bracelet. And because there are all of a dozen people who will believe someone with a record of cheating, we are basically free game.

So I say fuck the haters and fuck the rolls.
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>>3872392
Oh my god, that's so crazy, you had typoed when fixing my typo, how funny! here let me fix that for you
>0phelia best girl and literally an autistic, godly woman.

You're welcome!
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>>3872297
>Pop up and try to shoot him again – you won’t let a twitch stop you from tagging this meaty fuck. [This will require a HIGH roll.]
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>>3872297
>You bury your anger and slink away into the building, you need to find another avenue of approach.
Haha, time for traps.
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>>3872414
Haha, wow, it sucks that your autocorrect keeps playing up so much! Don't worry, I got you covered with the correct spellings

>0phelia worst subhuman trash and literally an ass-spewed gushing of diarrhoea.

Hope that helps!
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>>3872434
>>3872414
stop fighting your clogging the thread
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>>3872434
Haha, gosh, are you phone posting or something? You keep mistyping things, don't worry fren, I got your back

>0phelia best demigoddess and literally an cutie gushing of cuteness.

You really have to pay attention while typing anon!
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Still doing dinner - popping in for a vibe check. How's it going, anons?
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>>3872440
Sorry, couldn't help myself kek.
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>>3872450
>>3872434
Are being autsits of the highest calibur and shitting up the thread with their one sided waifu wars but other than that, we chill.
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>>3872449
pretty good, glad that this session isn't just a pure tutorial battle and that there's some plot implications with Nova's sudden pneumonia fit. Also learning that 0phelia is schrodinger's waifu
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>>3872440
Sorry, but someone was WRONG on the INTERNET. What else was I to do?!

>>3872449
Need to head out but it's been good so far! Loving to hate the 0phelia/Rock/Golden trinity of evil.
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>>3872456
>Also learning that 0phelia is schrodinger's waifu
The gamble is the most exciting part. Jooiin me anoonnn.
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>>3872297
>You bury your anger and slink away into the building, you need to find another avenue of approach
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Rolled 1 (1d2)

ALRIGHT! I am back from dinner and my stomach feels like it's going to explode, but it was a damn good dinner though. So if my calculations are correct, we have a tie between these two!

>>3872315
>>3872320

If it lands on the second, please roll me a 1d20 - best of three gets it!
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>>3872253
>>3872266
best girl is landlady you nerds
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>>3872588

You stare up at your hand with a scowl, and then the window. You’re really tempted to scream at Rock for whatever bullshit he just pulled, but you force it down as best you can. Allowing yourself to get angry here will lead to a bout of irrationality, and you need to focus on the fight in front of you rather than speculating about whatever just happened to you. With that in mind, you grunt and begin crawling towards the railing of upper floor, hoping to god that Rock didn’t see you – you have no doubt he could tear you up with that gun right now – but thankfully luck seems to be on your side for once, as you are undisturbed.

You glance around the building as you contemplate your next move – there’s an untouched bottom floor, a room at the top of the stairs leading down, and you can spot the ladder that’s meant to lead up to the roof.

A plethora of options, it would seem! Which one do you choose?

>Move to the bottom floor – best to keep on the move so he can’t pin you down to one spot in the building.
>Raid the unopened room for supplies – you’ll take anything you can get at this point! [This will require a roll.]
>Go back to the roof and rain hell upon Rock – you’ll try and shift the pressure onto him and force him out of his perch. [This will require a HIGH roll.]
>Leave the building and rush over to the town – you’re sick of this sniper shit, you’ll engage him in close quarters. [This will require a HIGH roll.]
>Other.
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>>3872616
>>Go back to the roof and rain hell upon Rock – you’ll try and shift the pressure onto him and force him out of his perch. [This will require a HIGH roll.]
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>>3872616
>Raid the unopened room for supplies – you’ll take anything you can get at this point! [This will require a roll.]
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>>3872616
>Go back to the roof and rain hell upon Rock – you’ll try and shift the pressure onto him and force him out of his perch. [This will require a HIGH roll.]
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>>3872616
>Raid the unopened room for supplies – you’ll take anything you can get at this point! [This will require a roll.]


if we stay here we should booby trap the entrances and shit.
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>>3872616
>Go back to the roof and rain hell upon Rock – you’ll try and shift the pressure onto him and force him out of his perch. [This will require a HIGH roll.]

Also

>Take the purple and yellow stims when you're almost in position to fire.

I'm betting purple is damage and red is regen, so if we can get headshots we could drop him pretty fast as long as this obvious aimscrambler cheat doesn't fuck us again.
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>>3872624
>>3872626
>>3872655
Looks like this wins! Please roll me a 1d20 - best of three wins as per usual!
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Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>3872669
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Rolled 10 (1d20)

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Rolled 17 (1d120)

>>3872669
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Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>3872669
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>>3872689
You've done it, you mad lad. Writing now!
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>>3872693

(Sorry for the wait, late night visitor!)

You glance back towards the window and crack your neck, hoping that you can make it over there relatively unscathed. You’re going to need to be quick about this, because as soon as you get up top, you’re going to be a sitting duck – you’re currently operating under the assumption that hitting him will send him on the back foot, but knowing Rock, he could enter a genocidal fervor! That’s the fun part of this fight – every expectation you've had since you’ve walked in has been subverted. You’re in a straightforward map, Rock has special equipment, and you’re coughing up virtual blood – a wonderful menagerie of revelations!

You steel your nerves and rush over to the ladder, pulling it up and jamming it against the hatch – the noise must have given you away, because you hear the ever joyous sound of gunfire – but you scramble up the ladder before the bullets can reach you. Halfway up, you’re climbing with one arm as you ready the sniper rifle, and you have it prepared when you surge out of the hatch.

“No time to hesitate.” You murmur, swinging it around in his direction and bracing it against your shoulder. You feel as if time slows down when you look down the sight, and you get his head right in the cross hairs – without pausing to steady your aim fully, you pull the trigger and the sound of your rifle shatters the momentary silence, sending a bullet directly at his head.

>Roll me a 1d20 – best of three as per usual.
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Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>3872742
TAKE THE SHOT
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Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>3872742
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>>3872742
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Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>3872742
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Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>3872742
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>>3872765
HOLY SHIT FINALLY
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>>3872765
It looks like Rock is about to get a brand new air conditioner installed in his skull.
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>>3872765
Time for some slick shit to occur, anon. Writing now!
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>>3872765
In the industry we call this a “epic gamer moment”
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So, a question to you anons.

>>3872655 suggested using the speed potion when getting up there.

As an quick impromptu vote, I'd like to ask everyone if you would like to use it in this scenario. Thank you!
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>>3872796
nah
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>>3872796
Not yet, we could use it a better moment, in case the dice gods frown upon us
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>>3872796
Nah. We should save it for an emergency in case we need to escape.
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>>3872802
>>3872808
>>3872821
Understood! Sorry for the wait, trying to find the right words for this one.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F577tB8JvOc

You feel it coming – a tremor beginning to shake your arm, altering your aim so that you won’t hit him yet again. You’re not sure what could be causing this issue, but you grit your teeth and force down the bubble of blood that you’ve quickly learned accompanies the tremor. Unfortunately, you are unable to stop your right arm from seizing, shaking the gun as you pull the trigger and sending the bullet far off to the right of Rock when the target should have been his head.

This time, however, you are having none of it.

“BULLSHIT!” You find yourself hollering at the top of your lungs, a spray of blood coating the air conditioner in front of you as your right hand is forced to clench by whatever is affecting you. You find yourself chuckling madly at this occurrence, finding yourself uncaring about the lances of electricity shooting up and down the limb. You’ve been able to judge that whatever it is seems to be affecting only your right arm.

You grit your teeth so hard that you’re certain they might have been damaged in real life, and your hand darts to your belt to pull out your revolver.

“Don’t overthink things – play how you used to, and everything will be fine.”

Those words from Fletcher echo through your head as you force your hand up, pointing the revolver at where you believe the bullet to be going, and you make a desperate attempt to make the impossible possible.

You pull the trigger with a yell of indignation, and the recoil nearly renders your left arm to the same state that your right is. It feels like time is slowing to a halt around you as the bullet flies towards its goal.

It’s a shot that shouldn’t work under any circumstance. You would need reflexes that someone shouldn’t possess, you would need to have a perfect aim, you would need to not be trying to grind your teeth into dust just to not yelp at the pain coursing through your arm.

Ironically, something that 0phelia said springs to mind. Something about your abilities bordering on the levels of precognition?

Well, as the bullet clashes against the tail end of the sniper round, you think you might see a little bit of truth in that statement.

It creates a bright flash in the canyon, and against all the odds, you see the very laws of motion get violated as the sniper round is redirected right towards Rock’s fucking head.

The only sound that follows is a loud crunch, blood spattering against the entire back wall of the house as Rock falls out of sight like a puppet with cut strings.

>Player: N0v4_c43s4r
>HP: 90/100 (-5 HP)

>Player: Rock
>HP: 1/100 (-99 HP)

“Gotcha, dickhead.” You smirk evilly, spitting a mouthful of blood on the ground.

>Collapse against the air conditioner and allow yourself a moment of happiness.
>Contact the GM about your arm – you smell foul play.
>Chuck a grenade at him – you’ll clean this up fast. [This will require a roll.]
>Other.
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>>3872831
So I'm going to bed on that high note. I hope you've enjoyed reading, and thank you for checking this out! Please leave any feedback or questions for me, I want to make this anime bullshit story as good as it can be.

See you all in the morning!
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>>3872831
>Chuck a grenade at him – you’ll clean this up fast. [This will require a roll.]
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>>3872832
night cirno these threads are always a treat.
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>>3872832
Thanks Cir. That was an absolute rollercaster. Looking forward to more.
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>>3872831
>Chuck a grenade at him – you’ll clean this up fast. [This will require a roll.]
>>3872832
Thank you Cirno
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>>3872831
>Chuck a grenade at him – you’ll clean this up fast. [This will require a roll.]

>Fuck that chuck all of them
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>>3872831
>Contact a GM about fold play

Something is up and we better bring it up first before someone uses it as evidence of us "cheating"
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>>3872857
*foul
Don't text and run kiddos. You'll look less retarded than me.
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>>3872857
This is going to get called cheating either way due to the Guido Mista principal of gunplay litigation. Might as well win the match before we point out the handicap.
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>>3872831
>>Chuck a grenade at him – you’ll clean this up fast. [This will require a roll.]
Might as well get the satisfaction of winning.
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>>3872887
I don't deny their gonna call bullshit but I think we'd gave a better defense if we can say we tried reporting it. If we win they're totally gonna say something like "He turned off his probation device." Despite it hindering us. Worst bit is we have no fucking proof who sabotaged us.
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>>3872831
>Contact the GM about your arm – you smell foul play.
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>>3872831
>Contact the GM about your arm – you smell foul play.

Too many fuckeries going on. And if Rock tries to stir shit, just remind him that we prefered the integrity of the game than humiliating him with a non armed grenade throw.
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>>3872850
Changing to
>Contact the GM about your arm – you smell foul play.
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>>3872832
The freaking anticheat bot is actually a slaved mind to control the game.
They're made from the lowest class in socity or criminals, so they can pay their debt to the socity.

We antagonised the anticheat bot, now she's trying to get to us directly.
Soon she'll contact us directly so we can fuck up the system and free the bots.
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>>3872831
>Contact the GM about your arm – you smell foul play.
Rock might as well be dead right now, so let's take care of this before we get accused of anything.
>inb4 lol it's just what it does to prevent you from cheating
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>>3872961
But if he has the same patches as us, he can go back to 61 hp, enough to force us into cqb and cqc.
But since he doesn't have his usual gear, he may have a more powerfull health pack and we must assume that Rock can go back into full health.
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>>3872831
>>Chuck a grenade at him – you’ll clean this up fast. [This will require a roll.]
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>>3872831
>something that 0phelia said springs to mind. Something about your abilities bordering on the levels of precognition?
Aha! See that nonbelievers? 0phelia confirmed best girl!
>Contact the GM about your arm – you smell foul play.
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>Contact the GM about your arm – you smell foul play.
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>>3872831
HAX! Fucking HAX!
>stop cheating
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>>3873067
I'm inclined to agree. If we can accurately reflect bullets midair with a revolver then I have no idea why that deadeye cube was necessary.
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Hello, everyone - up a bit earlier than usual!

>>3872857
>>3872901
>>3872908
>>3872927
>>3872961
>>3873060
>>3873061

This wins! Going to get some class work out of the way, and then I'll get started. In the meantime, how are things going, anons?
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>>3873089
Not okay, our work servers are on fire and I can't make my quotas for my sweet prime money because of this. So I'm chilling on the toilet thinking what does this foul play mean !
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>>3873089
Crying "HAX". I don't see how this isn't going to blow up in our face. Could start a nerd riot.
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>>3873087
The deadeye cube was something I came up with for that really good item roll, and I figured that it would be a neat thing to have kick in at a crucial moment back then! I can guarantee if that 19 hadn't been rolled, that shot would not have happened - admittedly I got just as hyped as everyone else so I wanted to throw some cool shit in lmao.

>>3873091
That's a shame, anon, hopefully things get fixed pretty soon.

>>3873108
Use their anger as fuel! It's the only option.
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>>3873114
It makes the story a lot less believable if we can pull off something that absurd, and you don't need to make something completely impossible to make it hype.
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>>3873124
Entirely fair, I guess I got carried away in the moment. Sorry about that!
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>>3873108
I can't wait for us to bitch about cheating seconds after hitting a sniper round with pinpoint revolver fire and reflecting it into a perfect headshot.
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>>3873127
Totally fine man. Just don't make a habit out of it.
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>>3873130
Yes that too.
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>>3873089

Alright! Classwork finished and I got good marks on it, so we're in a good spot this morning, everyone. Writing now - time to get to the bottom of this fishy shit!
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>>3873127
Not to keep ragging on you OP, just wanted to say my own bit here. Cool shit is great, but if taken too far it kinda invalidates our backstory. We never would have caved to pressure from coach over using an aimbot if we naturally were better than any aimbot. Coach wouldn't have even brought it up. Plus if you think about it, rolling 19 on best of 3d20 is not rare, it's almost a 30% chance. Stuff like that stops being special if it's so common. Maybe it would be more appropriate if we got 2 20s in a single set of three, or even if all 3 were nat 20. Especially since we faced no consequences for the double nat 1 earlier. It's unsatisfying because it feels like we're playing on super easy baby mode where it's impossible to do badly.
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>>3873159

You allow the sweet feeling of that to resonate for a few moments – do you feel that within you? The deep-seated satisfaction of owning a man who deserved to be owned? That shit feels good, and even the slightly jaded and cynical person that is you takes pride in forcing an impossible shot to work and carving a new air conditioner into that man’s skull.

You have no doubt in mind that you will be hearing about it later from multiple sources, most of them bad!

You’ll drink those tears. You’ll drink them real fucking good.

Unfortunately, judging by the fact that there’s been no sign otherwise, it would seem that Rock survived that shot. With that in mind, you swipe the air and pull up the in-game menu, a set of semi-translucent disks appearing in front of you. You aren’t sure what’s up with your arm, but at this point you suspect foul play – it's happened twice. Also, you have a sneaking suspicion that you’re going to have to prove that you didn’t cheat, so with that in mind you press the button that should call forth a GM.

A second passes before the world around you grinds to a halt, the brilliant cerulean skies and vast desert dunes turning grey, the warmth that they provided slowly slipping away as you hurriedly look around. This whole process used to be a lot less flashy! Before you can contemplate this further, you feel a tap on your shoulder, and you whirl around to find the perpetrator. You’re a little keyed up from all that nonsense, cut yourself some slack!

Firstly, when you turn around, you step out of your virtual body and it goes as grey just like the environment. You look down at yourself and find that you’re still in color…really trippy, but you’ll roll with it. Secondly, the person who tapped on you is who you assume to be the GM – he’s wearing a short-sleeved button up with a vest and bow tie. Above his chest, there seems to be Baroque’s official logo. He has extremely shaggy brown hair that nearly covers his eyes entirely – you guess that Baroque must have a policy that official staff are not allowed to alter their appearance in regard to avatars – and he looks incredibly scrawny.

Most of all, though, his eyes are shining.

“Um, before we get to the official business, can I just say what the fuck? How did you do that!? That was amazing!” His nasally voice increases an octave or so as he says this, stepping forward with his hands wound tightly together.

…holy shit, genuine positive affirmation? In this day and age by someone you don’t know? Is the world ending?

>Cut to the chase – you want him to check both your anti-cheat band and client console for errors.
>”Why, it’s only natural for someone like me, of course!” – you say, like a pompous douche.
>”I’ll be honest with you, kid, that was pure luck.” – you say, being vastly more humble than the above option.
>Begin hitting your wrist repeatedly to try and force the girl robot off it.
>Other.
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>>3873163
Yeah, you're entirely right on that one - it's my bad for getting carried away with it, and I'll be sure to correct that in the future. Thank you for the good feedback!
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>>3873164
>Cut to the chase - tell him why it was even necessary that you had to do that. The seizures, coughing up blood from zero wounds...if he saw the shot correction he should have seen the rest already. Tell him you think something is up, maybe you got hacked.
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>>3873164
>Pure luck
>But cut to the chase, this is kind of really important.
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>>3873170
+1
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>>3873164
>Cut to the chase – you want him to check both your anti-cheat band and client console for errors.
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>>3873164
>humble and cut to the chase
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>>3873164
>>Cut to the chase – you want him to check both your anti-cheat band and client console for errors.
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>>3873170
Gonna go for it. But I think it's not the GM, I don't know why do I have this feeling.

>>3873114
Thanks, I hope too 'cause missing a grand because of this server problem is quite infuriating !
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>>3873166
>>3873170
>>3873173
>>3873175
>>3873177
>>3873180
I feel like all of these can be safely lumped together, so that's how this is gonna be! Writing now.

Also, as an aside, >>3873163 was entirely right about everything he said - so I'm sorry about that! I had unconsciously been making things a little bit easier when I shouldn't have, and therefore I realize that it could come across as a super easy mode battle that you can't lose. And now that I've realized that, things will be returning to form!

But yeah rant over writing now.
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>>3873177
+1
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>>3873184

(Sorry for the wait – making breakfast. Coffee and toast is the way to go 100% of the time.)

“Sorry to dash your hopes, but it was pure luck. I really doubt I could pull that off again…regardless, let’s cut to the chase. I am concerned that there has been a modification to either my anti-cheat band or my client console – every time I get close to shooting him in a vital area, my arm seizes and I miss, and then I cough up blood whilst losing health. I’m not knowledgeable about what tools are in the game nowadays, but it shouldn’t have happened twice.” You begin prattling off to the small man, yanking up the sleeve of your jacket to show the gleaming metal vice. “Therefore, I’d like you to check it for me, as I believe there’s foul play in this game.”

The boy’s starstruck gaze drops from his face, nodding and walking closer to you. He reaches out and grabs your wrist, running his pointer finger across the band’s surface. A moment later, the band jumps off you with a clash of green sparks, immediately forming into the womanly robot that you are beginning to detest with quite a few ounces of your being. Unlike usual, however, she’s not fixing you with a cold look – in fact, her golden eyes are now dulled, and her head is tilted towards the ground.

“Well, I highly doubt that it’s the client-side machine acting up, as those are specifically monitored in advance of official events…considering that your match was sort of a snap addition, I doubt that’s the case anyways. The Auxilia band, though? I’ve heard stories of them acting up in a similar way before…” He murmurs loud enough for you to hear as he walks around the girl, poking the back of her neck and causing a few windows to pop up. His eyes rapidly scan through them as he continues to speak. “It…doesn’t look like there’s anything wrong here, Nova. Everything seems normal, so I…I’m not quite sure what the issue is? I’m not saying you’re lying, because I know I saw you cough out blood, but…it might just be a glitch.”

>”Shouldn’t you stop the match, then? This is unfair.” You’re more than certain that something is up, and if it keeps hindering you, you might as well call it quits here.
>”…I see. Sorry for bothering you.” You shrug your shoulders and decide to drop the issue – Rock must be on his last legs, you’re sure you can finish the fight without this being too much of a hindrance.
>Other.
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>>3873220
>Sorry for bothering you but Also ask if they can keep a closer eye in game in case more shit gets screwy or if the band only ducks up during game play.
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>>3873220
>”…I see. Sorry for bothering you.” You shrug your shoulders and decide to drop the issue – Rock must be on his last legs, you’re sure you can finish the fight without this being too much of a hindrance.

Dosen't matter, we'll do this with a hand behind our back and on one foot if need be.
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>>3873223
Fucks up*
Oh auto correct. Trying to keep our redemption match PC.
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>>3873220
(Don't worry, load up with those delicious toast and coffee !)

>Other
"Well if you can give another anticheat band, and that no cheats has been used against me, I'll go back in game."
"But if you can't give me a new, working and non glitching band, I'll quit."

It's too fucking sketchy. We may as well ask someone to check on our physical body and to have something that monitors our nerv system while playing, so we can register this glitch happening again.
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>>3873220
>”…I see. Sorry for bothering you.” You shrug your shoulders and decide to drop the issue – Rock must be on his last legs, you’re sure you can finish the fight without this being too much of a hindrance.
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>>3873223
+1
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>>3873220
> Other. You can beat Rock handicap or not. If the gm is unable or unwilling to confirm the bands not working right we'll have to look into it ourselves later.
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>>3873220
>"It seems a bit too targeted and specific to be a glitch. Any other ideas on what could cause it? If not, thanks for the help, and just keep an eye out please. I've got a lot of haters, even inside Auxilia itself. Maybe one hacked me."
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>>3873249
+1
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Hello! Sorry for the wait, something's popped up so I need to head out for a little while. Vote's open until I get back - thank you all for putting up with my sporadicness!
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>>3873249
Support
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>>3873249
Changing my vote for this.
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>>3873249
Supporting.
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>>3873220
>get back in the fight
Due diligence is done.
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I have an idea:
The reason why the sniper rifle was so cheap: Dhalia somehow put a status effect on it, and couldn't sell it to a regular client.
Of course this theory doesn't hold upif the effect persist with other guns. After all the bracelet IS suspicious.

(also it's nice to see this back cirno)
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>>3873465
Doubtfull as we had the sniper in our spar with Cinder and all day training with Fletcher and this never happened.
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>>3873465
I thought there were hints that Wolfgang has some kind of supernatural ability, though I'm trying to remember where they were mentioned. I think it was one of the conversations with 0phelia, and Cir mentioned it again in the sniper shot on Rock, but I'm not sure.

If bracelet shenanigans aren't to blame for this, I've got money on Nova being a Newtype and him currently suffering from psychic nosebleeds or tremors.
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Hey, I'm back! Got called over to my grandmothers and she took me out to lunch as celebration for my exams going well, so that was nice!

>>3873249
If my calculations are correct, this is the winner! Writing now - in the meantime, how's everything going, anons?

>>3873511
I'll give you the full quote from 0phelia on this one, since it was five months ago!
> “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."
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>>3873511
I don't think so? I know it was mentioned he has rediculous reflexes but the idea of him having supernatural abilites or being a newtype seems way off the beat from what the setting is implied. Game feels more a bit more realistic than that. At least that's how I'm reading it. And if it is all this then that's a shame. I kind of liked it being more of an e sports game than psychics and super powers.
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>>3873532
I will confirm that supernatural things are not in the cards here whilst I'm at it! You are just, as the kids say, a former pro gamer.
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>>3873532
>>3873534
Huh, nevermind then. Guess I'm just barking up the wrong tree.
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>>3873529

“I see what you’re saying, but it seems a little too targeted and specific to be a glitch. Do you have any other ideas on what could be causing it? If not, thank you, but could you like…keep an eye out? I’m pretty sure you know that I have a lot of haters, and the majority of Auxilia, if not all of them are counted in that pile. They could be tampering with the band.” You reach over and rap on the robot’s skull, delighted when she makes no move to look up at you.

He nods vigorously to you as he closes the console windows, tapping the back of her neck again and causing her to revert to your arm in a flash of blue. You squint at it – no signs of red this time around, it would seem.

“I can absolutely do that for you, Nova. I’m not really sure what could be causing this, to be completely honest – I-I’m a relatively new hire in this field, and I don’t have a ton of experience…I’ve only heard rumors that this has happened to others, not what caused it.” He scratches the back of his head, pulling up his own menu screen. “But I’ll definitely keep an eye out! You have my word on it…a-and by the way, just so you know, I’m rooting for you! It was horrible what happened to your arcade, so you should give him what for!”

You chuckle as the GM flickers out of existence – he should be getting a lot worse than what you’re about to give him, but you’ll settle for prying the questions you’re owed out of him and then having him get the fuck out of your life.

The world suddenly snaps back into color, and you zoom back into your own body – the wind is just as hot as ever, and you stare towards the window that Rock was in with narrowed eyes. The only thing of interest is the blood splattered all over the back wall…you can’t see any movement.

“Looks like we’re back in it, then.” You murmur, looking down at your bloody hand and the anti-cheat band. From this point onward, your goal is to win even if it continues to plague you throughout the match. The only question now, is…what do you do? You have options.

>Move down into the building and fortify it with traps – there’s still an unsearched room, and you have plenty of materials to use in order to engage him in CQC.
>Move over to the lip of the building and keep your sights trained on the town – you’ll be able to see him if he tries anything, and hopefully you can finish the job.
>Climb down the ladder and make your way over to the town – you have a shotgun and a knife, and that’s all you need to finish him.
>You saw the direction he fell in…you could always shoot where you think his head should be and see if your arm acts up again! [This will require a VERY HIGH roll.]
>Other.
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>You saw the direction he fell in…you could always shoot where you think his head should be and see if your arm acts up again! [This will require a VERY HIGH roll.]

If we roll a nat20 can we do 360 no scope?
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>>3873626
>Move down into the building and fortify it with traps – there’s still an unsearched room, and you have plenty of materials to use in order to engage him in CQC.

We should set up traps and take shots from afar. Hopefully they can whittle down Rock's hp as he tries to get to us. I'm willing to bet he's probably spammed heals so he probably can't be one shot.
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>>3873626
>>Move over to the lip of the building and keep your sights trained on the town – you’ll be able to see him if he tries anything, and hopefully you can finish the job.
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>>3873631
Judging by our previous 19, a 20 would be a 1440 crossmap ricochet no-scope.

>>3873626
>Move over to the lip of the building and keep your sights trained on the town – you’ll be able to see him if he tries anything, and hopefully you can finish the job.
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>>3873626
I kinda want to move into cqc range and fuck him up with the haste potion.

Then again it's probably best to first scout out where he actually is with the binoculars: a sneak attack with that sword of his would decimate us.
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>>3873649
Nah, a 20 would be tearing through time and space to hit the target, of course!
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>>3873626
>>Move over to the lip of the building and keep your sights trained on the town – you’ll be able to see him if he tries anything, and hopefully you can finish the job.
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>>3873634
Supporting.
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>>3873635
>>3873649
>>3873660
This wins! Perform expert level reconnaissance. Writing now!
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>>3873677

You reach into your bag and pull out your trusty pair of binoculars, getting down onto your knees and raising them up to your eyes. Admittedly you’d only ever gotten use out of these during team games back in the day where Fletcher would tell you to scout, but now it’s time for the trusty things to shine!

You scan the town multiple times over, your brow furrowing as each sweep comes up with even more failure. You highly doubt he’s still in the window anymore – and he’s most likely healed up from the wicked sick trick shot you had performed. You doubt you’ll get that lucky again unless the universe is kind to you – which it seems to be only part of the time these days!

Regardless, you seem to be coming up short on this little recon mission.

>Roll me a 1d20 – best of three wins, and this will require a LOW roll.
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Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>3873690
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Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>3873690
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Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>3873690
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>>3873695
Probably a win if it's only a low roll.
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>>3873695
Rolls still cursed in this thread, I see. Funnily enough, the reason why I popped off on that 19 was because of how low a lot of the rolls yesterday were. Still decent enough, though, so writing now!
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>>3873718
So was the decided roll a 12 or a 3?
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>>3873723
The 12.
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>>3873725
Fuck, we dead.
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>>3873732
We’ll be fine. Probably
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>>3873718

You grumble as you continue to strain your eyes using the binoculars, just where the hell could he have gone? He’s the size of a bodybuilder, he shouldn’t be able to move fast whatsoever! You trail over to the leftmost building of the town once more – a vast majority of the buildings are only one floor, other than the townhouse Rock was in and what appears to be a church? You don’t want to assume, but the big cross is a pretty big giveaway, you would say.

You’re about to continue your sweep of the town when you catch sight of something in one of the windows – you’re fairly certain you hadn’t seen that glint before, and before you can fully process what you’re seeing, the glass shatters as a burst of gunfire comes from the barrel. You sharply jerk away from the binoculars and throw yourself to the ground, but you feel a sharp sting of pain as one of the bullets pierces through three of your fingers before you can fully get out of sight. The binoculars clatter to the roof as you hiss in pain.

Fuck! That hurts, damnit!

>Player: N0v4_c43s4r
>HP: 80/100 (-10 HP)

You’re a bit impressed that he managed to remain hidden for so long, to be completely honest. After a few moments, you hear a resounding bang as you hear what you believe to be a door get kicked off of its hinges, followed by a loud grunt that you can hear all the way across the canyon.

Huh. Interesting.

>Peek over your cover to see ascertain what he just did.
>Stay put, you ain’t trust like that.
>Blind fire over your cover – it’s better than nothing, right? [This will require a roll.]
>Other.
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>Stay put, you ain’t trust like that.
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>>3873744
>Other
Be a good little sniper and reposition
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>>3873744
>Blind throw a grenade and reposition
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>>3873764
+1
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>>3873777
Supporting, hopefully we hit.
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>>3873764
+1, chances are he just made himself some mobile cover for his push up. We need to circle out and let him burn his energy & patience
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>>3873777
Support.
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>>3873777
+1
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>>3873777
I'm back, and it looks like this wins! With that in mind, please roll me a 1d20 and tell me where you would like to relocate (another spot on the roof, somewhere within the building, etc.).
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Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>3873870
another spot on the roof, it's the quickest.
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>>3873876
Epic gamer moment.
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Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>3873876
Fuck me
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Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>3873870
Not sure where the relocate even matters with a nat 20, but let's find a window halfway down the building?
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>>3873870
>>3873876
Try to relocate on the same roof but trying to hide behind the small entrance shed thing that has the doorway. That way if Rock gets to the roof we can plug him in the back with our revolver?
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>>3873890
Yeah changing to this.
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>>3873876
>nova wavedashes through the wall and right behind rock
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>>3873876
>>3873890
High tier grenadier incoming - time to skedaddle near the hatch. Writing now!
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IMO we should use a health patch while we are moving, get back to full.
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>>3873914

Your hand immediately flashes into your bag to grasp one of the frag grenades, and without much of a thought you pull the pin and lob it to where you think you heard the door get ripped off, immediately darting towards the air conditioner adjacent to the hatch. You’ll camp up here and wait for him to come to you, then you’ll plug him with the revolver until he drops! As you move, you’re able to see over the lip of the building and into the canyon for a few moments – normally you’d have already thrown yourself to the ground, but if you’d have done that, you wouldn’t have been able to see the spectacle.

The first thing you see is Rock with an incredibly large wooden door secured against his arm with thick rope, the LMG visibly pointed towards the roof as he begins to take a step out of the safety of the town. You see the gun move as soon as your head becomes visible to him, and just when you think you’re about to get lit up, the grenade bounces right in front of him on the ground.

The explosion sends him flying back against the building, his makeshift shield absorbing most of the blow yet becoming mostly incinerated in the process. Whilst he’s distracted, you duck fully out of sight and jam yourself against the air conditioning unit, preparing your revolver. With your free hand, you jam the heel of your palm into your mouth to prevent a burst of laughter – that may have been one of the funniest things you’ve seen in your entire life.

Unfortunately, your peal of laughter is silenced shortly afterwards by an on-fire door coming into view, apparently having been tossed towards the roof either out of pure rage or reckless abandon.

Oh, dear.

>Roll me a 1d20 – due to your critical, you have advantage. Best of four win, and this will require a LOW roll.
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Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>3873953
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Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>3873953
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Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>3873953
Fuck he's mad. Dice gods have mercy.
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Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>3873953
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Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>3873953
Good rolls so far.
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>>3873964
Rock has become Captain America. Rolls are now good, this makes me happy. Writing now!
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>>3873978

Thankfully, the flaming projectile goes very wide, instead crashing into one of the air conditioning units far from you and embedding itself within. You blink at it and feel a sense of relief course through your body – that could have been you! You gulp and clutch your revolver tight against your chest – you think you might have made him a little cranky?

This is confirmed when his fucking LMG follows after the door, having also been thrown at you and clattering across the rooftop. Your jaw drops – what the fuck? Why did he throw his primary weapon at you!?

>He doesn’t have his gun – you could score a shot off on him!
>Stay put – you really don’t like this feeling growing in your gut.
>Move into the building – apparently he’s using objects as artillery fire and you don’t want part of it.
>Snatch the LMG – you will make him regret his actions.
>Other.
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>>3873990
>Move into the building – apparently he’s using objects as artillery fire and you don’t want part of it.
He IS the third weapon.
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>>3873990
>>Move into the building – apparently he’s using objects as artillery fire and you don’t want part of it.
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>>3873990
Take the LMG? Oh god he's not planning on jumping on to the damn roof?!
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>>3873990
>Move into the building – apparently he’s using objects as artillery fire and you don’t want part of it

Id like to see him try to swing that fuck off sword in an enclosed space
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>>3873990
>his fucking LMG follows after the door,
How fucking buff is this fucker?
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>Snatch the LMG – you will make him regret his actions.
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>>3873990
>
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>>3874012
IRL? Body builder tier. In this game? Whatever tier is higher than that.
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>>3873990
>>Snatch the LMG – you will make him regret his actions.
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WHAT THE FUCK
CIRNO IS ALIVE?
WHY DIDN'T ANYONE TELL ME?
FUCK 0PHELIA
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I wonder how all the sports casters and steamers are reacting to these events irl as they watch our game.
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>>3873990
>Move into the building

Bet he rigged the LMG to explode if we try to grab it.
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>>3874016
We’re dealing with fucking gorilla captain america over here, 0phelia bless our souls.
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>>3874020
>FUCK 0PHELIA
Patience anon, we have to get to know her a bit more before that.
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>>3874025
>>3874020
Fuck and we had a good streak going here before your autism starting acting up.
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>>3874020
Reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated.

Also, I gotta pop out for a few minutes to talk to my landlord, so vote is open until I get back! See you soon, and thank you for reading...looking forward to seeing how this one goes down!
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>>3874030
My autism is much more fine and of a higher taste than shouty caps good sir. Please don’t lump my exquisite autism with that.
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Don't pick up the lmg. It only adds weight, and is mostly likely empty. Plus I think you guys are forgetting that fuck huge sword he has with him. In fact he's probably rushing us with it right now
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>>3873990
>Move into the building – apparently he’s using objects as artillery fire and you don’t want part of it.
On a unrelated note, how do you pronounce “cirno”. Is it “Sir-no” or “Cur-no”. Or is “Seer-no”?
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>>3874043
But imagine how much of a diss it would be if we killed him with it.
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>>3874056
It's easy. Just remember the h is silent.
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>>3874060
>"But imagine how cool it'll be"

Last words of far too many people and down right synonymous with "hold my bear" and "watch this"


Just sayin'
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>>3873990
>>Stay put – you really don’t like this feeling growing in your gut.

Best case scenario, his gun is out of ammo. Worst case scenario, he booby trapped it.
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>>3874070
This so much
I'll go with >Stay put – you really don’t like this feeling growing in your gut.
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>>3873990
>Stay put – you really don’t like this feeling growing in your gut

I really don't want a new greatsword for our chest cavity.
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>>3873990
>>3874022
Actually, switching from this to Stay Put. I trust our instincts.
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>>3873990
>Stay put – you really don’t like this feeling growing in your gut.
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Rolled 2 (1d2)

Alright, I'm back! Got some dinner. Pepperoni pizza is where it's at! How's the vibe, everyone?

>>3873998
>>3874084
I'm pretty shocked that this seemingly came down to a tie if I calculated right, so you know how it be, we flipping between the two.

Also, as an unrelated question, an anon earlier suggested topping yourself off with one of your health patches. Would you guys like to do so?
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>>3874153
They give +30 and we're 80/100 now right? Lets save it so we don't waste a third of it.
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>>3874153
We're down 20 HP, the patches heal that much. Sure, use one.
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>>3874153
Use a bandage
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>>3874153
Sure
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>>3874153

(He mad.)

You stare in abject horror at the LMG as you slowly reach into your bag and pull out one of the circular health patches, pressing it to your arm and sighing at the cool sensation that briefly rushes over your body. Your fingers tighten around the handle of your gun – you think you’re about to be enrolled in a world of shit? So you’ll just…you’ll just stay up here.

>Player: N0v4_c43s4r
>HP: 100/100 (+20 HP)

>Inventory:
>Mk. II rope
>Auxilia brand healing patch x 2 (+20 HP)
>Flashlight
>Binoculars
>Mk. I frag grenades x 2
>Throwing knives x 5
>Speed potion
>Unknown blue glowing cube
>Unknown red potion
>Unknown purple potion

You’re brought out of your internal inspection as you hear a blood curdling scream from across the canyon, making you jump in place and brace yourself harder against the air conditioning unit. That…that hardly sounded human! You’re tempted to bring out your shotgun when you hear a loud crack resonate through the valley, followed by silence.

Then a thump. Then two. Then a repeated drumming against the ground as they grow nearer, the noise becoming louder and louder as your hairs begin to stand on end. What the fuck is going on here!?

Your internal monologue is thoroughly ruined by the piercing sound of a crash, breaking windows, and the building rumbling beneath you.

That…you don’t think that’s normal.

>Circle around the A/C unit and try to peek inside the building.
>Stay right the fuck put – you will shoot the shit out of him if he comes up here.
>There’s a ladder leading down – you’ll wait a second, and then bail over to the town. [This will require a HIGH roll.]
>Other.
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>>3874189
>>Circle around the A/C unit and try to peek inside the building.
>>Pull out the Haste potion in case we need to book it
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>>3874189
>Peek in the building
>Ready the haste potion
Sounds like shit is going down. Do we know if this map has extra enemies? The prison map has extra fiddly stuff beyond just being a place to run around in.
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>>3874189
>Circle around the A/C unit and try to peek inside the building
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>>3874189
>Circle around the A/C unit and try to peek inside the building.
We really could use a mirror
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>>3874194
+1
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>>3874194
Supporting this
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>>3874194
Looks like this wins! Writing now. Sorry for the wait, finished up dinner...fucking great pizza, let me tell you.
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>>3874189
>>3874194
Time to clock up the speed.
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>>3874229

You shove down your initial bout of fear as strongly as you can, pulling out the lightly glowing golden vial and clutching it tightly in your other hand. You slowly begin to inch around the A/C so you can see within the hatch, and all the while you can hear booming footsteps, growling, and you think that’s bending metal? Oh fuck, what were you about to get yourself into?

Upon peering in, trying to keep yourself as hidden as you can…you see a sight that makes your blood run cold. Rock is standing there in the middle of the room, a piece of conveyor belt in one of his hands as he looks around the room quickly…too quickly. When you squint your eyes to try and accustomate them to the different light level, you can see golden electricity crackling off his skin. As well as that, you see that some of his veins are pulsing against his bulging arms and neck…followed by purple electricity as well. To accompany the rainbow trifecta, you also spot unknown blue light coming from certain areas of his body.

You gulp. If you were to hazard a guess, this motherfucker must have downed every potion he either had on him or found and just decided to fucking storm in here. You glance at the haste potion in your now slightly trembling hand. You had thought you had nailed him earlier with that shot…looks like he came back in stunning form, and now is a full-on juggernaut.

You might be a little bit fucked if you don’t act soon.

>Try to lure him up to the roof and finish him off with the shotgun – if it works like it should, things will be fine!. [This will require a roll.]
>Pull out a grenade and throw it in – you’ll hopefully do a chunk of damage, and you might be able to escape in the confusion. [This will require a roll.]
>LEAVE. LEAVE NOW. RUN TO THE TOWN AND NEVER LOOK BACK. (This will require a HIGH roll.)
>Other.
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>>3874237
It looks like it's an all-in, if we can run away he'll be probably out of utility, so:
>Use haste potion
>>LEAVE. LEAVE NOW. RUN TO THE TOWN AND NEVER LOOK BACK. (This will require a HIGH roll.)
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>>3874237
I wanna say, drop the grenade, down all our potions, and then jump down and blast his head with our revolver while stabbing him with a melee weapon (maybe one of our throwing knives?) In our right hand.

Ideally get to close or get.literally ontop of him to disable his weapon's reach and go for point blank destruction.
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>>3874245
this+ the red stim so we can regen damage if necessary

If we can time him out we're golden
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>>3874237
>Use NRG
>LEAVE. LEAVE NOW. RUN TO THE TOWN AND NEVER LOOK BACK. (This will require a HIGH roll.)
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>>3874250
Not a good idea.

We'll be stuck in melee and I suspect blue is damage resistance.
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>>3874245
+1
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>>3874259
I know it's definitely not the best idea. Best idea would be to kite him and wait for it to wear off and THEN down the potions. Running away entirely gives him a chance to find items to help him recoup, but as it is now we've mostly got him.
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>>3874245
Looks like this is the winner...with that in mind, roll me a 1d20 - best of three makes it.
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Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>3874267
Here we go
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Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>3874267
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>>3874268
forgive us father for we have sinned
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Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>3874267
COME ON
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Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>3874267
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Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>3874267
cmon dice
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Cursed rolls
Cursed thread
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>>3874268
>>3874269
>>3874273
Mother of fuck
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>>3874273
Well. Writing now.
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Repent Cheaters, your time has come.
The teachings of Auxilia can still save you!
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>>3874268
>>3874269
>>3874273
Does anyone know a priest? We need to exorcise these threads.
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So I gotta take one last break to finish off some classwork. You guys, uh...just sit here and don't curse the thread further. See you soon!
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>>3874282
Believing False Prophets will only lead us to hell, Golden
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Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>3874273
Please let it be an injury instead of a full on melee fight with Mclargehuge here.
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>>3874268
>>3874269
Fuck fuck fuck! We're so dead. Our arcade is dead. Our rep is dead. Please. Rock. We're still virgins!
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>>3874273
This is why I said to pop the regen stim.
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Hail Auxillia Systems
Next move is use the blue cube and other 2 potions when he catches us
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>>3874316
I think we're going to need it.
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>>3874339
We aren't, we are already dead
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I'm wondering what the commentary is like for this match considering the fact that it plays more like an episode of Loony Toons than an actual esport.
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>>3874381
I wonder what the audience thinks of our seizing and bleeding. Do they think we're cheating? Also newbie Game Master who talked to us seems like a bro.
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I return! Writing a long essay is hell every single time, but thankfully tomorrow should be void of any interruptions - no due work! Anywho, I'm writing now - how are you all doing tonight, anons?
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>>3874404
working on a lab report due at midnight, glad I have this quest to distract me from the immense amount of work I have left to do after I finish the report.
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>>3874404
tired but glad I finally got all this safety shit for work outta the way.
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>>3874404
Pretty chill, just trying to prepare my anus for Rock.
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>>3874404
editing videos, watching anime

c'est le vie
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>>3874404

You make the judgement call that you don’t really want to be around here right now – you need to make it to the town. You know for a fact that those potions can’t last for a very long time, it would be incredibly overpowered otherwise – all you need to do is dodge and weave until you can whittle him down, and then strike while the iron’s hot.

You glance down at the haste potion in your hand – no time like the present, you suppose! You stealth over to the ladder and descend, intending on swallowing the potion as soon as your feet are on the ground. Whilst you’re climbing down, you get a good look at the damage Rock inflicted when he entered the building – he took the doors and their frames off the wall, and they currently lie mangled on the ground amidst a sea of broken glass and warped metal. You cringe – you can only hope that it’s not too OP, and you hope to god that he doesn’t catch you with his giant fuckoff sword.

Upon reaching the ground, you uncork the vial and down it like a shot and your body jerks forward due to the sudden energy coursing through you. Fuck, you feel like you could run a marathon! You drop into a sprinting position, mentally preparing yourself for the trip…and just as you shoot off towards the town, you hear an enraged scream follow you.

Well shit, that didn’t take him very long at all.

You risk a glance over your shoulder to ascertain how far he is from you, and your eyes nearly bulge out of your head when you see that he’s already got a fair amount of distance on you. His footsteps sound like booming thunderclouds, and you think you can see a bit of spit flying from his mouth as he chases you? That’s pretty gross, and as soon as you see him rip the sword out of it’s sheathe, you try to double your pace in a desperate attempt to get rid of him. You can only guess that the combination of the haste potion and whatever he’s using to increase his strength is making him faster than you – he’s like a runaway freight train.

Before you know it, he's gotten within range and is bearing the sword down upon you – you have no choice but to duck out of the way as it crashes through where you were formerly standing. Unfortunately, he takes advantage of your pause and drives his knee into your stomach, sending you crashing against the rails that block off the giant chasm.

Player: n0v4_c43s4r
HP: 85/100 (-15 HP)

You need to think fast.

>Throw sand in his eyes and scramble away from him – you need to find cover for safety! [This will require a LOW roll.]
>Raise your revolver and fire a point blank shot into him – might as well try to eke out as much damage as you can under pressure. [This will require a LOW roll.]
>Use your shotgun and try to knock him back with the blast – it might damage him while creating some extra space. [This will require a roll.]
>Use some items from your inventory – now just might be the time! [Roll will depend on what’s used.]
>Other.
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>>3874444
>>Use your shotgun and try to knock him back with the blast – it might damage him while creating some extra space. [This will require a roll.]
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>>3874444
>Use your shotgun and try to knock him back with the blast – it might damage him while creating some extra space. [This will require a roll.]
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>>3874444
>Raise your revolver and fire a point blank shot into him – might as well try to eke out as much damage as you can under pressure. [This will require a LOW roll.]
Fuck all these high-rollers, we need a BREAK.
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>>3874404
have school most of the day tomorrow
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>>3874444
>Use your shotgun and try to knock him back with the blast – it might damage him while creating some extra space. [This will require a roll.]
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>>3874444
>>Raise your revolver and fire a point blank shot into him – might as well try to eke out as much damage as you can under pressure. [This will require a LOW roll.]
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>>3874447
>>3874450
>>3874462
Well, it appears this has won! You know the drill, 1d20 - best of three wins!
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Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>3874491
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Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>3874491
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Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>3874491
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We can't catch a break, can we.
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>>3874496
Well! That is not as bad as it could have been! Writing now. Calling an exorcist for this thread btw.
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Rolled 13, 15, 8, 12, 13, 8, 13, 11, 19, 1 = 113 (10d20)

let me just get these bad rolls out
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You rip the shotgun from its holster as you level it at Rock’s head, dodging to the right and pulling the trigger. You feel your arm roar in protest as a trickle of blood escapes your mouth, and as Rock darts towards you, you do the next best thing – you pull the sawed off shotgun out of your clenched fist in a panic and smack him across the jaw with it. It accomplishes your goal in taking him off guard, and before you can question yourself, you drive a knee right into his dick and spring away from him. He lets out a grunt and flails his arm wildly to impale you, and you feel the tip of his sword graze your forehead as you crash against the ground.

>Player: n0v4_c43s4r
>HP: 75/100 (-10 HP)

Goddamn, you’re lucky he was in a frenzy – he could have caught your neck or your eye with that, and you aren’t in a position where you can afford to take too much damage. Especially with his crazy fucking buffs!

>Inventory:
>Mk. II rope
>Auxilia brand healing patch x 2 (+20 HP)
>Flashlight
>Binoculars
>Mk. I frag grenades x 2
>Throwing knives x 5
>Unknown blue glowing cube
>Unknown red potion
>Unknown purple potion

>RUN TO THE TOWN, YOUNG NOVA. FUCK THIS SITUATION, HE’S DISTRACTED.
>Use an inventory item to wreak havoc. [Roll will depend on what’s used.]
>Take advantage of your distraction and shoot him – you might not get a good opportunity like this again. [This will require a LOW roll.]
>Fight him on his own turf – you’ll melee him with your throwing knives, you know, like a suicidal man. [This will require a HIGH roll.]
>Other.
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>>3874535
>Fight him on his own turf – you’ll melee him with your throwing knives, you know, like a suicidal man. [This will require a HIGH roll.]

let's fucking goooo
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>>3874539
>RUN TO THE TOWN, YOUNG NOVA. FUCK THIS SITUATION, HE’S DISTRACTED.
>>
>Take advantage of your distraction and shoot him – you might not get a good opportunity like this again. [This will require a LOW roll.]
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>>3874539
>RUN TO THE TOWN, YOUNG NOVA. FUCK THIS SITUATION, HE’S DISTRACTED.
No thanks.
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>>3874539
>Shoot him. Shoot him a lot!
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>>3874539
Switching >>3874557 to
>Take advantage of your distraction and shoot him – you might not get a good opportunity like this again. [This will require a LOW roll.]
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>>3874550
>>3874567
>>3874569
Shoot him. SHOOT HIM. Roll a 1d20, best of three makes it!

Also hey a friend of mine said she's gonna draw her take on Wolfgang so that's pretty neat, hopefully I'll be able to update you with that soon.
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Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>3874575
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Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>3874575
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>>3874575
Anons!
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>>3874580
Huh

good night everybody!
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Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>3874575

>>3874580
Rucking 20/20 hindsight; should've ran.
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>>3874589
Oh thank fuck
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>>3874580
This thread. This fucking thread. Unfortunately, this one goes through. Writing now.
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>>3874589
>off by one

Okay. Okay. LISTEN UP, YOU FAGGOTS. FOR THE REST OF THIS GODDAMN THREAD, NO PICKING CHOICES THAT REQUIRE ANYTHING MORE THAN L O W ROLLS. I DON'T CARE HOW COOL IT WOULD LOOK, WE NEED TO BE PRAGMATIC.

FUCK
THESE
DICE
>>
IF WE CAN GET BY WITHOUT ROLLING, ALL THE BETTER, PICK THAT CHOICE OVER ANY OTHER ONES.
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>>3874595
Dude what? We rolled a 19. It was the third one. Is one of the posts fucking up for me or something? Or are we doing crit fail rules?
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>>3874635
We've always done crits; the last 1 that didn't go through was a Mulligan of sorts.
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>>3874635
Crit fail rules, yeah. Usually I do those, earlier in the thread was an exception because I was getting back into the swing of things.
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>>3874642
Well shit. Goddamn it. Fuck. Alright I'm cool now. Let's hope we don't fucking die outright.
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>>3874595

You swing up your shotgun to try and get a hit off on him before bolting, but he recovers from your surprise blow faster than you could have expected – as soon as you raise the gun, he has both hands on the sword and has it swinging down towards you in a brutal arc. Between scoring that damage and protecting yourself, you’d absolutely choose the latter – and with limited options considering the speed of its approach, you raise an arm to stop the blade in its tracks in a last minute attempt to stop it from cracking your skull.

You just barely manage to catch it as it cuts into your jacket and arm, sending an unpleasant spike of electricity through your body from the impact. You grit your teeth and tear your arm from the blade, performing the most half-assed combat roll in existence as you scramble away from him and towards the town. Fuck it, you decide – until you get your bearings once more, you need to put some distance between the two of you. When you hear the thunderous footsteps begin to follow, you blindly fire your shotgun at him over your shoulder and hope that it makes him pause – you’re almost to the town, after all.

>Player: n0v4_c43s4r
>HP: 50/100 (-25 HP)

>Move into a house farther into the town – you need to prioritize getting away from him and healing up.
>Move into the church – you want a vantage point on him so you can hopefully keep him suppressed.
>Move into one of the first houses and begin setting traps – if you can’t take him in a straight fight, you’ll win with intellect.
>Other.
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>>3874647
>>Move into one of the first houses and begin setting traps – if you can’t take him in a straight fight, you’ll win with intellect.
Traps because we can't shoot for shit tonight.
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>>3874647
>Move into one of the first houses and begin setting traps – if you can’t take him in a straight fight, you’ll win with intellect.
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>>3874647
>we're at half health
Nevermind, switching >>3874650 to
>Move into a house farther into the town – you need to prioritize getting away from him and healing up.
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>>3874647
>Other
The cube
The other potions
While running
C o n s u m e
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>>3874647

So I think I'm going to head to bed now, I'm incredibly tired. Thank you all for reading, and I hope this was fun despite the dice being incredibly subpar!

Please leave any comments or feedback for me - I'm striving to improve this so it isn't hot trash garbage.

Also, if you have any songs that remind you of this story please send them my way, I'm in desperate need of more music to play while writing this!

Hope you all have a great night, and I'll see you tomorrow for the continuation of this battle! See you then!
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>>3874657
rest well OP, thank you for running.
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>>3874647
>Move into a house farther into the town – you need to prioritize getting away from him and healing up.
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>>3874657
Good game tonight QM. Makes me want to run my own quest in this universe. The esports idea sounds pretty fucking cool. But I don't wanna start a competition or steal your ideas. See ya tomorrow.
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>>3874647
>>Move into one of the first houses and begin setting traps – if you can’t take him in a straight fight, you’ll win with intellect.

>>3874657
Everything's looking ship-shape so far man. Catch you bright and early.
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>>3874647
>Move into a house farther into the town – you need to prioritize getting away from him and healing up.
Holy shit, we got our ass kicked hard. Heal first, then traps.
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>>3874657
Thanks for running, glad you're back!
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>>3874647
>>Move into one of the first houses and begin setting traps – if you can’t take him in a straight fight, you’ll win with intellect.
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>>3874647
>Move into one of the first houses and begin setting traps – if you can’t take him in a straight fight, you’ll win with intellect
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Good morning! Gonna make some breakfast and then get started for the day - no classwork equals hopefully more productive writing. Hope you all are doing well!
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>>3874657
Thanks for running! Didn't mind the subpar dice - Rock actually feels like a threat now.
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>>3874928
Bitchin. Anon awaits. It is Anon's birthday, so Anon takes this as Anon's birthday present this year.
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>>3874680
>>3874862
>>3874867
This wins, so writing now!

>>3874945
Happy birthday, anon!
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>>3874945
I hope Anon can get an exorcism as a birthday present so Anon can stop giving cursed rolls
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>>3874945
Happy birthday anon!
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>>3874956

As you continue to bolt forward, you notice that the booming footsteps behind you are becoming less frequent, although now each one makes the very ground shake. You suspect that his haste has worn off, although his strength booster is still very much in effect. You count this as a boon in your favor, running into the town and immediately darting around a corner and out of Rock’s view. Your haste is still very much in effect, even though you doubt it will remain for very much longer – all in all, you would count this as a half successful venture!

You look down at your jacket and see the hole caused by the blade – you’re very surprised that it didn’t do more damage considering the strength modifier attached to the angry meat train, but you’ll take it for what it’s worth – you need to seclude yourself fast. With that in mind, you find a sort of spacious looking building and throw yourself inside of it, closing the door behind you as quietly as possible. You duck low against the wall and pay attention to Rock’s footsteps…he seems to be coming your way as fast as he can, and unfortunately for you, the golden electricity racingfrom your body quiets.

You gulp as the footsteps come closer, gripping your shotgun tighter…and they seem to pass you by, apparently going to check another part of town.

WHEW! Fuck, that’s a relief. Now you have some breathing room. You turn around and let out a sigh, taking in the interior of the building as you do. There’s hardly anything in here other than a desk.

Great.

>Player: n0v4_c43s4r
>HP: 50/100

>Inventory:
>Mk. II rope
>Auxilia brand healing patch x 2 (+20 HP)
>Flashlight
>Binoculars
>Mk. I frag grenades x 2
>Throwing knives x 5
>Unknown blue glowing cube
>Unknown red potion
>Unknown purple potion

>Begin setting traps with some of the above items…up to you what the traps are, though! [Roll depends on the decided trap to decide how well you set it up.]
>See if there’s any loot within the desk – might as well do it while you have time, right? [This will require a roll.]
>Now that he’s passed…you could follow him through the town and try to get the drop on him!
>Other.
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>>3874971
>See if there’s any loot within the desk – might as well do it while you have time, right? [This will require a roll.]
>Also use a medical patch.

If we could find some stuff to make traps out of, it would help us a good bit. Worst case is we don’t find anything.
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>>3874956
>>3874958
>>3874962
Thanks!

>>3874971
>See if there's any loot within the desk - might as well do it while you have time, right?
>Go ahead and use a med patch.
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>>3874971
>See if there’s any loot within the desk – might as well do it while you have time, right? [This will require a roll.]
>Go ahead and use a med patch.
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>>3874971
>Use both med patches then follow him

His pots should have all worn off, plus he can't be in good shape after the snipe and the grenade. If we can ambush him we should take it.
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>>3874971
>Begin setting traps with some of the above items…up to you what the traps are, though! [Roll depends on the decided trap to decide how well you set it up.]

We need bait!

Place the flashlight under the desk just enough so that the light can be seen from the door. As for the traps? Idk
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>>3874972
>>3874974
>>3874976
First roll of the day, let's hope that it's been exorcised. Roll me a 1d20 - best of three makes it!
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Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>3874988
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Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>3874988
Mystery box time
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Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>3874988
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>>3874990
Hey, nice! Writing now.
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>>3874976
>support

We need supplies to make better traps.
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>>3874993

(Sorry for the wait, still waking up so trying to do words good)

You slink over to the desk and begin to root through the drawers, also being sure to keep part of your attention on gauging Rock’s footsteps as he makes his way throughout the town. You’re not quite sure why it still sounds like his steps are creating earthquakes considering that his potions should be gone by now, but you’re too busy delving into this SICK LOOT to continue that train of thought.

Most of the drawers in this desk are empty, but it’s the one lowest to the floor that seems to have a menagerie of interesting items within. You can spot what appears to be a case of silver revolver bullets laying on its side, a ring of red, green, and blue surrounding the middle of the box. You also spot a small coil of wire and assorted hooks that you could decently use as triggers for traps, a long box full of what appear to be five firecrackers, a knife that’s the size of your forearm, a jar of viscous black liquid ,and a single Auxilia™ healing patch.

This will do, you suppose! You take out the patch and press it against your forearm, the sweet relief of sick healz flowing through you. Back in the day, you recall these drops only consisting of ammunition for guns, so honestly, you’re quite surprised that they’ve gotten so…creative with the contents. It certainly made things a lot less straightforward, anyways.

>Player: n0v4_c43s4r
>HP: 70/100 (+20 HP)

You give the room one last look over, noting that there’s hardly any windows within. There are two on the wall next to the door you came through, and one on each side of the room. With how large the place is, you’d expect a lot more…it also means you might have limited avenues of escape. However if you could get him in here, you might be able to keep him contained long enough to fuck his shit up…you had to hand it to Warscape, this new variation of the game had you thinking way more than you ever did five years ago.

>Inventory:
>Mk. II rope
>Auxilia brand healing patch x 2 (+20 HP)
>Flashlight
>Binoculars
>Mk. I frag grenades x 2
>Throwing knives x 5
>Unknown blue glowing cube. Seems dimmer than before.
>Unknown red potion
>Unknown purple potion
>Odd revolver bullets x 6
>Tripwire kit
>Firecrackers x 5
>Knife
>Unknown viscous black liquid

>Construct some traps and bait Rock back over to you – you’re reasonably confident that you can make something work with what you have. [This will require a roll for the quality of the traps.]
>Bait him into the open with firecrackers and wail on him with your sniper rifle. [This will require a roll.]
>Sneak out of the house and try to ambush him in close quarters – without his haste on, all you’ll need to worry about is not getting hit.
>Other. Trap suggestions are welcome!
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>>3875028
>Construct some traps and bait Rock back over to you – you’re reasonably confident that you can make something work with what you have. [This will require a roll for the quality of the traps.]
set off firecrackers in a house with a tripwire style trap using a grenade for once he closes in to investigate. once he sets off the trap toss another nade in hopefully finish with the shotgun.
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>>3875028
>Construct some traps and bait him over

A tripwire with a grenade and the black liquid, set up so the grenade will splatter it all over him and his surroundings. We will wait on standby further back, ready to shoot the firecracker set.
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>>3875028
>Construct some traps and bait Rock back over to you – you’re reasonably confident that you can make something work with what you have. [This will require a roll for the quality of the traps.]

We could tie the firecrackers into a makeshift flash bang. Then shoot him while he's distracted, or lure him into another trap.
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>>3875031
>>3875033
>>3875039
Great suggestions all around! As you aren't exactly distracted or under a super lot of pressure at the moment, I'm gonna say that making traps requires a LOW roll. Give me a 1d20 - best of three!
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Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>3875050
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Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>3875050
no whammies no whammies no whammies
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Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>3875050
Allah guide my hand
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Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>3875050
Rolling to see if we're still cursed.
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Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>3875050
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>>3875056
The curses seem to be slowly fading. Gonna go take a shower and then continue writing!
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Rolled 5 (1d20)

Rolling to test the fate that dice god wills upon us
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>>3875050
The Theme of Nova
https://youtu.be/UKTNWI0eYJ4
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Rolled 17 (1d20)

Check this 20
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>>3875062

(Back from shower and eating! Breakfast for lunch is where it’s at. I hope I managed to work in all of the ideas alright!)

You crack your knuckles and open your trusty belt, ready to MacGyver a trap that will hopefully prove effective in the overall scheme of things despite your lack of materials. You got lucky with what you found in that drawer, and now you set about trapping the entire room with the intent of debilitating Rock. You don’t know what that black liquid does, but you are certainly eager to find out!

After a few minutes of tense work due to Rock’s thunderous footsteps from around town reverberating throughout the house, you stand back and admire your ramshackle handiwork. You’ve rigged a grenade trap that’s hooked up to the door – as soon as it’s opened, the grenade should blow up and not only hit Rock with the shrapnel, but it should shatter the glass of the jar and send a good amount of the caustic liquid at him. You unscrewed the cap of the jar while setting it up, and it reeks of rot and chemicals. If that’s not a good sign, you don’t know what is! As well as that, you take three of the firecrackers out of the box and tie their little strings together, crafting a very makeshift flash-bang to use as a distraction.

You wipe the sweat from your brow – you have three rudimentary game plans in mind, although they could be subject to change at any moment. One – make a barrier inside the house to prevent getting hit by the shrapnel and liquid, and then open fire with the shotgun when he steps in. Two – go outside and try to bait him into the house while remaining hidden, and when he enters you can toss in another frag after he’s been hit by the first, diminishing your supply of grenades while potentially staying hidden. The riskiest is the third – you could exit the house and find Rock, baiting him with your flash-bang and getting him angry enough to give chase into the house, and in the confusion of the chain reaction you can pop whatever those unknown potions are and engage him.

>Go with the first plan – it’s simple, it’s easy, and the most straightforward. If necessary, you can leave through the window if shit goes south. [This will require a LOW roll.]
>Go with the second plan – you’ll be able to deal damage quickly and keep up a distance between you two, which you can use to finish the fight since he lacks a gun. [This will require a roll.]
>Go with the third plan – it’s definitely high risk and high reward, but if that purple potion is a strength booster like you’re beginning to suspect, it might be worth it overall. [This will require a HIGH roll.]
>Other.
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>>3875147
>Go with the second plan – you’ll be able to deal damage quickly and keep up a distance between you two, which you can use to finish the fight since he lacks a gun. [This will require a roll.]
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>>3875147
>>Go with the first plan – it’s simple, it’s easy, and the most straightforward. If necessary, you can leave through the window if shit goes south. [This will require a LOW roll.]

I don't trust our dice anymore.
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>>3875147

>Go with the first plan – it’s simple, it’s easy, and the most straightforward. If necessary, you can leave through the window if shit goes south. [This will require a LOW roll.]
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>>3875147
>Plan A
Keep it simple stupid.
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>>3875147
>>Go with the first plan – it’s simple, it’s easy, and the most straightforward. If necessary, you can leave through the window if shit goes south. [This will require a LOW roll.]
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>>3875147
>Go with the first plan – it’s simple, it’s easy, and the most straightforward. If necessary, you can leave through the window if shit goes south. [This will require a LOW roll.]
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>>3875154
>>3875155
>>3875157
>>3875159
>>3875166
Why would you EVER distrust the dice - we have birthday anon around I think, and his birthday energy is clearing the curse! Roll a 1d20 - best of three wins!
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Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>3875176
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Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>3875176
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Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>3875147
>Plan A

The liquid is caustic? How are they allowed to make a viscous black liquid that isn't oil?

>>3875176
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>>3875190
See? Curse is totally cured, guys! You should always trust the dice from now on. Writing now!

Also it's just colored ominously to tip off the person who finds it that it's most likely a damaging substance - that plus the acrid smell would tip you off that it probably does a big ol' hurt to whoever touches it.
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Also hey look it's an uncolored Wolfgang!
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>>3875204
Hey QM, is there like an item or something we can buy to auto identify these syringes or do players just have them memorized? And are they always the same in every game? Like yellow is alway haste? Or do colors and effects get randomized every match like some rogue like?
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>>3875207
I thought we'd be way fatter.

Like 300 pounds
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>>3875208
There is an item that auto identifies them, but it's not in competitive play. And they are the same color every game, so they're relatively easy to memorize. Once you actually use the stuff I'll start identifying them when it pops up!
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>>3875207
He looks like a bitch.

It's perfect
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>>3875212
>>3875217
Local man is tired of everything.
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>>3875219
Local man accused of cheating. Trashes Arcade and makes pancakes.
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>>3875204

You decide that the first game plan is the easiest to enact, so you move the desk away from the wall and turn it around, wincing as it scrapes across the wooden floor. Before you get started with your amazing plan to hotbox Rock with some thick and heavy liquid, you open the window nearest to you – you’ll get the fuck out of dodge as soon as things look like they might be heading south.

After all, what could POSSIBLY go wrong while inserting yourself in a closed space with the big man – nothing, that’s fucking what, you try to convince yourself desperately.

You make sure to slam the window against the frame when you lift it, and in the distance, you hear the footsteps grind to a halt. You chuckle to yourself and slam it harder, and you hear him start to meander back this way – wonderful! You slink back over to the desk and rest your shotgun atop it, and just when you can feel the vibrations (seriously how long does that strength booster last), you pull out something you had neglected take from one of the useless drawers – a coffee mug.

With all of the strength you can muster in your body, you whiff the thing through the fucking window, and you hear him start to rush forwards. Damn, he must be pretty pissed! You see his shadow before you see him, and when he runs into sight, you see him go shoulder first through the door to get to you. And like clockwork, as soon as that door caves in, you hear the sound of the grenade’s pin being pulled.

You duck down as it detonates, the sound nearly deafening you as you grimace. You can hear Rock’s shock and confusion, and then a scream – a pain filled scream, accompanied by the sound of loud sizzling. From your current position, you can see parts of the desk begin to start melting.

“FUCK!” Rock screams at you, voice strained with pure anger.

Shit, looks like it worked out!

>Raise the shotgun – fire in the hole! [This will require a LOW roll.]
>Throw your last remaining grenade – FIRE IN THE HOLL. [This will require a roll.]
>Use your flashbang to add to the confusion and take cover outside of the window.
>Throwing knife. Just…throwing knife the bastard. [This will require a HIGH roll.]
>Other.
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>>3875237
>>Throw your last remaining grenade – FIRE IN THE HOLE. [This will require a roll.]
>>Use your flashbang to add to the confusion and take cover outside of the window.
why not both?
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>>3875237
>Throw your last remaining grenade – FIRE IN THE HOLL. [This will require a roll.]
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>>3875237
>>Raise the shotgun – fire in the hole! [This will require a LOW roll.]
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>>3875238
+1
Holy shit we’re big brain.
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>>3875237
>>Throw your last remaining grenade – FIRE IN THE HOLE. [This will require a roll.]
>>Use your flashbang to add to the confusion and take cover outside of the window.

Bonus points for a half interested David vs Goliath quip
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>>3875238
Fuck it

+1
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>>3875238
+1
We'll have to thank Fletcher for these grenades later. They've been the real MVP of the match.
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>>3875238
>>3875248
>>3875251
>>3875253
>>3875254
Roll to grenade and book it! If you roll real well you'll even get a half interested David vs Goliath quip. Please give me a 1d20 - best of three win!
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Fletcher is the broest of bros. We need to hang with him more often. Take him to irl KFC.
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Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>3875258
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3l_mxUHylHw
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>>3875261
It's true.
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Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>3875258
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Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>3875258
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Rolled 9 (1d20)

Please big money for once
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>>3875266
>Looks like we avoid rock bottom.

>Maybe rock should have been boulder

You guys got anything else?
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>>3875271
Leave and never come back
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>>3875271
We can do classic Avatar?
"Rock? More like 'The Pebble'"
I feel we're about that level of humor.
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>>3875271
Hmm, how about
>I see why you’re named rock, your about as smart as one.
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>>3875266
This wins! Writing now.

>>3875271
This harmed my soul, but I appreciate you.
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>>3875275
Buzz kill, though I guess not everyone can rock it when it comes to puns.
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>>3875292
I see... you really must be caught between a rock and a hard place. Don't rock the boat you can get wet.
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>>3875291

You grab the last grenade that you own out of the bag, and after making a mental note to thank Fletcher profusely later for them, you pop your head up and toss it into the disgusting smoke smelling of sulfur and rot. You can make out Rock attempting to force himself in further, and you bolt towards the window just as your last grenade detonates, wrenching another yell from Rock.

“You call yourself Rock, but you’re more like a pebble, I’d say! You’re about half as smart as one too!” You throw the most childish insult you can think of, and your eyes light up mischievously. You get to witness a look of utter anger and indignation on Rock’s face just as you send the makeshift flashbang at him, and you throw yourself through the window just as the firecrackers pop in his eyes. You hit the ground and right yourself quickly, whirling around and searching for Rock. You can’t see him from where you’re at, but you know he’s just around that corner of the house.

What do you do?

>Player: n0v4_c43s4r
>HP: 70/100

>Bail and take position in the church’s top floor – he now has the disadvantage due to not having ranged weapons, although he can certainly throw things. [This will require a LOW roll.]
>You have a shotgun, and you’re going to stick to plan – you’ll end this motherfucker while he’s off guard. [This will require a roll.]
>You have what you believe to be a strength potion, you have knives of various make…need you say more? [This will require a HIGH roll.]
>Other.
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>>3875301
>Bail and take position in the church’s top floor – he now has the disadvantage due to not having ranged weapons, although he can certainly throw things. [This will require a LOW roll.]
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>>3875301
>You have what you believe to be a strength potion, you have knives of various make…need you say more? [This will require a HIGH roll.]
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>>3875301
>>You have a shotgun, and you’re going to stick to plan – you’ll end this motherfucker while he’s off guard. [This will require a roll.]
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>>3875301
>Shotgun
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>>3875301

Can we take the strength potion or any others alongside other actions?
>You have a shotgun, and you’re going to stick to plan – you’ll end this motherfucker while he’s off guard. [This will require a roll.]
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>>3875301
>You have what you believe to be a strength potion, you have knives of various make…need you say more? [This will require a HIGH roll.]
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>>3875301
>>You have a shotgun, and you’re going to stick to plan – you’ll end this motherfucker while he’s off guard. [This will require a roll.]
B O O M S T I C K
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>>3875301
>You have a shotgun, and you’re going to stick to plan – you’ll end this motherfucker while he’s off guard. [This will require a roll.]

I wonder if his blood pressure is skyrocketing...
Im stopping now
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Is the curse gone from this thread?
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Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>3875336
Lets see
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>>3875336
Mostly, but don't call it back.
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>>3875311
>>3875317
>>3875321
>>3875325
Roll to employ the boomstick. 1d20 - best of three!
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Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>3875345
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>>3875345
Also yeah if you wanna take the strength potion as well include that with your roll thx.
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Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>3875345
Take it
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Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>3875345
BOOMSTICK
And down the strength potion
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Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>3875345
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>>3875349
Writing now!
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>>3875363

You decide that being quick is the best way to decide this – you don’t have the time or resources to be fancy or to draw this out further, so you rush forward whilst popping the cork off of the purple vial, downing it in one gulp. Immediately you feel something inside your body jolt, and you have to grit your teeth – it’s not a bad feeling, but one you’re unused to. You glance down at yourself and see veins beginning to press against the skin of your arm – looks like you were correct, it’s a strength booster! Something tells you you’ll need the extra boost.

You round the corner and immediately find yourself dodging out of the way of a frenzied sword swing – damn, he’s lost it! You roll to the side and pop back up on your feet, relatively unshaken – you raise your shotgun and fire before he can try to bat it away, and while it doesn’t hit your intended target of his head, it decimates what little is left of the armored vest he had equipped. You curse and dodge another swing of his sword, and it cracks the ground where you were previously standing. Purple electricity is still arcing across his skin– the strength booster must last longer, you conclude – and your mind races to find a decent method to continue the pressure.

>Player: n0v4_c43s4r
>HP: 70/100

>Inventory:
>Mk. II rope
>Auxilia brand healing patch x 2 (+20 HP)
>Flashlight
>Throwing knives x 5
>Unknown blue glowing cube. Seems dimmer than before.
>Unknown red potion
>Odd revolver bullets x 6
>Firecrackers x 2
>Knife

>Run from him into the town – this is dangerous, and you doubt that your increased strength will match his monstrous frame. [This will require a LOW roll.]
>Flashbang him with your final two firecrackers and reload your shotgun – you’ll do just fine right here. [This will require a roll.]
>KNIVES + STRENGTH EQUALS VICTORY, RIGHT? Style on him to end this match. [This will require a HIGH roll.]
>Other.
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>>3875385
>>KNIVES + STRENGTH EQUALS VICTORY, RIGHT? Style on him to end this match. [This will require a HIGH roll.]
RULE OF COOL!
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>>3875385
>KNIVES + STRENGTH EQUALS VICTORY, RIGHT? Style on him to end this match. [This will require a HIGH roll.]
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>>3875385
>Flashbang him with your final two firecrackers and reload your shotgun – you’ll do just fine right here. [This will require a roll.]
Persistent bastard, ain’t he?
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>>3875385
Since the curse of the averageness is upon us, I will choose the average
>>Flashbang him with your final two firecrackers and reload your shotgun – you’ll do just fine right here. [This will require a roll.]
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>>3875385
>Flashbang him with your final two firecrackers and reload your shotgun – you’ll do just fine right here. [This will require a roll.]
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>>3875385
>>KNIVES + STRENGTH EQUALS VICTORY, RIGHT? Style on him to end this match. [This will require a HIGH roll.]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OuSSXOQ-1bI
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>>3875385
>Flashbang him with your final two firecrackers and reload your shotgun – you’ll do just fine right here. [This will require a roll.]
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>>3875385
>>Flashbang him with your final two firecrackers and reload your shotgun – you’ll do just fine right here. [This will require a roll.]
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>>3875385
>Moar shotgun
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>>3875394
>>3875395
>>3875397
>>3875412
>>3875414
>>3875415
FIRE THE SHOTGUN, NO KNIVES TODAY. 1d20, best of three wins!
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>KNIVES + STRENGTH EQUALS VICTORY, RIGHT? Style on him to end this match. [This will require a HIGH roll.]

Let’s flex on our newfound dice fame
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>Shotgone, apply directly to center mass!!!
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Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>3875422
Time to get cursed
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Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>3875422
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Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>3875422
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Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>3875422
gay..
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Rolled 14 (1d20)

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>>3875425
nothing personnel kid
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>>3875425
You motherfuckers should have believed in yourselves.
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>>3875433
The dice gods are doing this on purpose.
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>>3875433
Certainly with those rolls we could have won with knives, but I want to win with a shotgun.
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>>3875433
TRUST NOBODY NOT EVEN YOURSELF
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>>3875425
FINISH HIM!
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>>3875425
SEE? THE DICE ARE NO LONGER CURSED EVERYONE. Writing now!
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ALSO HOLY SHIT CIRNO YOUR ALLIVE OMG
!!!!!!!!!1!
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>>3875445
I LIIIIIIVE.
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>>3875441
So as I'm writing this, gotta ask - how's the vibe, everyone?
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>>3875457
The vibe is AAAAAAAAHHHHHH HYPE

The audience must be crapping themselves.
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>>3875457
Extremely hyped to kick Rock's ass!
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>>3875457
Happy we're not rolling like a crack bitch
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>>3875457
I want to teabag Rock when he's dead
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>>3875457
Seems good man,
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>>3875457
Can we get like a wite up form the sportscaster's and audience's point of view sometime QM? I wanna see how we appear to everyone.
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>>3875470
Ditto
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>>3875470
I’d love to see that.

I’d write something short, but I’m shit at writing
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>>3875470
Hell yeah, sounds like a good idea. I'll write something as an aside at some point!
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>>3875457

Before he can recover from the sudden blast of your shotgun, you whip out the last two firecrackers and throw them right at his big fucking head – and just like before, they hit and spark and cause him to let out a yell of sudden and intense pain. You crack open your sawed-off shotgun and expel the two spent shells, slotting two in just as Rock is beginning to regain his bearings. You fire at him once more without hesitation, and you see the blue aura that had been covering him diminish, making your face morph into a fiendish grin as you dive underneath another swipe of the blade, closing the distance between the two of you.

Two buffs down.

You’re able to get right under his arms, and as you begin to pull the trigger once more, you feel that familiar spike of pain reverberate through your arm as it tries to alter your aim – and you no longer care about it. You force your arm to remain still despite the searing pain, grasping the handle with both hands and driving the gun directly into his abdomen.

“Nice try, asshole.”

The gun roars as it fires into Rock’s stomach, the sheer force of the blast sending him back against the building as a spray of blood covers your face, his added strength only serving to send him careening through the wall. As he falls, he manages to catch himself with his hand, swinging the sword at you with all of his might in a desperate attempt to save himself from your continued onslaught.

If only he were that fortunate.

>Finish him. Roll me a 1d20 – critical fails will not be taken into account, this is purely a thematic roll.
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Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>3875492
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Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>3875492
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Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>3875492
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Before we die, can we say something cool? Anyone got good ideas?
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>>3875492
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>>3875501
The classic
Heh, nothin personal kid
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>>3875506
But this is fucking personnel
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Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>3875502
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>>3875501
"I just Rocked your world"
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>>3875513
gay
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>>3875501
>>3875508
Hmm well, silence always speaks volumes.
Fist raised above our head with a blood smeared triumphant smile, looking straight at the camera. That’d be fucking baller.
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>>3875501
Something something, bottom line.
Something, stone cold something something.
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>>3875492
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>>3875501
"lol pwned"
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>>3875501
Just go with the classic groovy.
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>>3875501
gg ez no re
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Sorry for the wait on this one guys, trying to make sure it's as good as it can be!
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something tells me 0phelia is going to be an even bigger fan of ours now.
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>>3875531
+1
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>>3875538
Good
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>>3875501
Dab on him
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>>3875538
Just makes saying no to her pleas to join her even more satisfying
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>>3875538
The best part of going after girls like her is seeing their icy exterior melt.
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https://youtu.be/F577tB8JvOc

The blade flashes under the desert sun as Rock glares at you with all of his being, the last means that he has to inflict damage upon you. Time almost seems to slow as you watch it arc towards you, and for a single second, you think you might have to retreat away from him…

No, you don’t need to. Because you see the purple electricity that has surrounded Rock’s body for such a long time now spark out of existence right in the middle of his swing.

And that’s three.

Without any hesitation, you bring up your left arm and catch the blade with it once again, angry shocks racing down your arm as you do. Once it would have brought you to your knees, but now you do not budge against its might.

You don’t care how much it hurts – for the moment, you are now stronger than him.

Rock’s eyes change from abject hatred to shock, and before he can right himself or reaffirm his grip, you use every bit of strength in your body to force the blade away from you and into the adjacent wall. Seeing as how your shotgun is now devoid of ammo and you would rather not waste this advantage while you have it, you settle for throwing the gun directly into his nose, a satisfying crack echoing through the valley as it collides. You throw yourself towards Rock and brandish your own knife, a long-buried bout of battle mania rising within you as you chase your quarry.

Unlike his attempt, your knife finds purchase directly in his throat.

The air grows silent as Rock stares up at you, a shaking hand rising to grip your wrist. You can feel him trying to tear you away as the strength fades from his body, opening his mouth to speak and yet no words come…his body fades into blue polygons shortly afterwards, blood covered and thoroughly defeated.

You let out harsh breaths as you back away from the pool of blood, emerging from the house and into the sunlight. You look up at the sky – the crystal clear cerulean sky that never changes within this desert – and you can’t help the bloody grin that rises to your face.

>MATCH DECIDED.
>n0v4_c43s4r def. Rock
>CONGRATULATIONS!

“Yeah…you’re damn right I did.” You spit out a mouthful of blood as the edges of your vision grow black, your consciousness being yanked out of the scarred virtual battlefield and into the cold world of reality, that stained smile on your face all the while.

You had not only won against him, you feel, but everyone else as well.

>End thread.
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>>3875559
FUCK YEAH
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And with that, I've archived the thread! I sincerely hope you've enjoyed reading this, because I've certainly had a hell of a time writing it! A new thread will be made soon!

Thank you all for the warm welcome back, btw. It means a lot after I sort of dipped on all of you.

Feel free to leave any comments and questions for me, I love seeing what you guys think of everything.

Hope you enjoyed, and see you soon for the next round!
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Nice
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>>3875567
Thanks for running boss and welcome back
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>>3875578
Glad to be back, seriously. New thread will be up after dinner!
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>>3875559
well shit, we've done it. thanks for running cirno!
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