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>>3957632
FIRST FOR FAMILY LEGACIES

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Season 2/3/4 Smut Pastebin: https://pastebin.com/u/CeriseSoliloquy (content not allowed on /qst/ will go here)
Season 1 Smut Pastebin: https://pastebin.com/rkSCNTEa

Season 1 Episode Index: https://pastebin.com/u/DirtyCeriseFaggot
Season 2 Episode Index: https://pastebin.com/iDiki7kt
Season 3 Episode Index: https://pastebin.com/FAC5emid
Season 4 Episode Index: https://pastebin.com/0LwgLaHB
Twitter: https://twitter.com/CeriseSoliloquy

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Episode 1 ("Five Petabytes per Second"): https://archived.moe/qst/thread/3757772

Episode 2 ("Galatea Trick"): https://archived.moe/qst/thread/3775200

Episode 3 ("2MI DA"): https://archived.moe/qst/thread/3787986

Episode 4 ("Fooly Chloe"): https://archived.moe/qst/thread/3818053

Episode 5 ("Jigglypuff"): https://archived.moe/qst/thread/3832845

Episode 6 ("Ghost in the Shell: Little Sister Complex"): https://archived.moe/qst/thread/3845974

Episode 7 ("Bubblegum Crisis"): https://archived.moe/qst/thread/3891623

Episode 8 ("Keki's Delivery Service"): https://archived.moe/qst/thread/3915096

Interlewd 7 ("Fuck x Sis"): https://archived.moe/qst/thread/3915096#p3927685

Episode 9 ("Neon Weeaboo Catachresis"): https://archived.moe/qst/thread/3938754

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AND NOW, EPISODE 10 OF THE END OF FUCK QUEST:
"David Darkbloom is a Hero"

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Reminder that since we got the huge orgy pastebin in the last episode, OP is absolutely ready to start killing off haremites again.

HAHA TIME FOR FUCK QUEST

>>3957635
>David Darkbloom is an Hero
ftfy

>>3957636
pls no

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>>3957632
Rose M a fat.

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This is National Public Radio. News Now. November 4, 2019.

The President met today with heads of state from other NATO member nations in a summit with Vladimir Putin. Characterizing the meeting as fruitful, the President agreed to new trade terms. However, the summit was fraught with tension as other NATO states continue to accuse the Russian Federation of aggression in arctic waters, citing covert military exercises that breach international boundaries. Russia denies the allegations.

Human rights organizations have criticized Chinese mega-firm Broad Dynamics, accusing the company, which recently attempted unsuccessfully to buy Google, of using slave labor in their factories. The company is believed to be working on a Chinese version of the controversial Sand Reckoner technology, banned in most western nations. These accusations of slave labor come on the heels of a recent report concluding Broad Dynamics is the "single worst perpetrator" of cyber crime and computer hacking in the world. The report, released last week by MIT researchers analyzing digital signatures in over 1 billion hack attacks, was conducted over the past five years.

Speaking of hacking: Cerise Soliloquy, the reclusive figure at the center of the 3/10 hack, continues her campaign for congress in California's 18th Congressional District. The seat, open following the untimely death of Congressman Devin Isstein, will be up for grabs in a jungle primary on Tuesday, November 25th. If Mrs. Soliloquy can secure a majority of the votes, she will win the seat outright. It will not be easy, however, as sources say that the late Congressman Isstein's widow, Karen Isstein, who was wounded in the accident that killed her husband, is also mulling a run. Party insiders have additionally refused to throw their support behind Mrs. Soliloquy, whose deep ties to the scandal-ridden Darkbloom Analytics make her less than appealing.

And now back to All Things Considered.

SEASON 4 OP: https://vimeo.com/354421891
SEASON 4 OP (Creditless): https://vimeo.com/354421989

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>>3957643
Good thing she's Rose S now!

>>3957646
I want to vote for Congresswoman Soliloquy! I really, really do!

>>3957646
Cerise! The only candidate! The best candidate!

>>3957648
Dropping six letters, gaining sixteen pounds!

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"Thanks so much for meeting with me!" Whitney says, taking her seat across from the governor. His office is wide-open and furnished with dark wood, adorned with flags, both of the US and the state of California. Whitney does her best attempt at British, which comes out sounding more like a Scottish brogue: "Pip tally, guvnah! Throw another shrimp on the barbie!"

The governor is not amused, and folds his hands one over the other as he leans across the desk. "Ms. Darkbloom, I know you want me to support your sister-in-law for congress, but--"

"Sister-in-law?" You say, looking quizzically over at Whitney. But she shushes you with an upheld hand as the governor continues:

"--Karen is a dear friend of mine and she wants to run for Devin's seat. You understand. In any case--"

"I gotcha. I gotcha. Look, this politics stuff is such a drag, you know? Let's cut to the chase."

You pick the aluminum case up from by your ankles, set it on the desk, and clack it open. The lid pops up, to reveal that 1 million dollars sit inside.

"That's a down payment for announcing you'll support Cerise in the primary," you tell him.

The governor cackles. Loud and long. "This is a joke, right?"

He looks from you, to Whitney, and back, but receives only stony silence. His good humor turns to astonishment: "This is like something out of a damn cartoon, Ms. Darkbloom! There's bribery, and then there's... a literal case full of literal money on my literal fucking desk. Get out of here right now."

(Of course, his eyes are glued firmly to the moolah.)

Vivian, who has remained standing, and whose idea this entire insidious ploy was, steps forward. "That is the carrot. There is always the stick."

"I said get of here," the governor growls, voice going rough around the edges. He's ready to reach for a button that will probably summon security. The last thing you want is a fracas between Noelle and a bunch of statehouse guards. Thankfully, Whitney, pulling out a printed list, cuts him off:

"Okey dokey. Here's a few of your recent googlings."

The governor stays his hand, face already going pale. Then Whitney begins to read:

"Gay for pay. Rentboys Sacramento. Asian Massage Sacramento. How to tell if wife thinks you are cheating. Symptoms of chlamydia. Symptoms of gonorrhea. Symptoms of leprosy. Does incest cause leprosy." Whitney glances up: "The answer to that one is no. I hope." She looks back down, and keeps going. "How to find wiretaps. How to know if under audit. How to know if followed by FBI. When can my attorney break attorney-client privilege. Cayman Island banking. When legal to kill wife." Whitney looks up again: "Never. It's never legal to kill your wife, Mr. Governor. You don't need google for that."

"Stop, god, stop," The governor heaves.

"I haven't even gotten to the really sick shit, though," Whitney says.

"I think he has heard enough," Vivian intones.

"What do you say?" You ask him, smirking. "Can we count on your support this November?"

>>3957668
>Whitney looks up again: "Never. It's never legal to kill your wife, Mr. Governor. You don't need google for that."

She really is the smartest girl in the universe.

>>3957668
Petition to rename the Nail House to the Palo Alto Leper Colony

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The next day, you receive an unwelcome meeting invite on your calendar: David Darkbloom wants to have a chat. You visit him prior to a boardroom meeting.

"What is it, David?" You say on your way in the door. "I'd like to keep our time together at a minimum -- you know."

"Oh, I know. And so would I. So I'll make this fast. While you were busy fornicating, I was putting out fires." Darkbloom starts producing some documents, and dropping them on the desk: "Our Taiwanese parts supplier who Whitney alienated? I not only brought them back to us, but used the opportunity to negotiate terms more favorable to our organization. Our competitors? I slammed the Lightflower Company with a cease and desist that has completely frozen all development of their Diogenes copycat for the foreseeable future -- and litigated some former DBA employees back into line, who had defected to them. The Chinese? Our servers have been under a barrage of hacking attempts on a round-the-clock basis -- I've been personally assisting Anna in patching holes that they could have otherwise wormed through, not that you care about any of it. And--"

"You've been working with Gal?" You say.

He throws his arms up. "Yes I've been working with her! Does your egotism know absolutely no bound? Does it upset you to hear that I've been assisting her in keeping you alive?" Your eyes drift down, to an onyx geode on his desk -- he notices this, and adds: "A healing crystal. Meant to promote familial harmony. Yes, she gave that to me -- no, it doesn't work, unsurprisingly."

"Thanks so much," you say bitterly, "for all your help. Want a gold star?"

"Don't thank me, Alabaster!" He roars. "Not even sarcastically! If you died tomorrow, I would shed no tears. I do what I do for those I love, and no one else. You're just floating along for the ride, like a turd that won't flush."

"What an awfully crass analogy for you."

"You're an awfully crass person to be dealing with." He sits again, and pulls his chair forwards towards his desk. "I wanted to apprise you of what I've been doing so that you have some sense of where I stand. I stand with this company: I stand with Whitney and Vivian, and Renee and Anna. Since you at least agree with me on this -- I hope you can trust me to that extent."

"Uh huh."

"Chloe tracked down Alyosha. I could help us establish a direct line of contact."

"Where is he?" You ask.

"Belgium, apparently."

"Who else knows?" You ask.

"No one," he says. "I want this to be a matter with as few people in the know as possible. The more my girls and the others I care about are told, the more danger they face. Thus the reason I tell you."

"I feel the love."

"Good."

>>3957683
Hoo boy.

>>3957683
The sexual tension is palpable

seriously though, i love the dynamic these two have

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You sigh deeply. "And when you manage to meet with Alyosha, what then?"

"It's simple," Darkbloom says. "I will do to him the same as I did to his daughter."

You can't help laughing at that, grimly. "All right, David. What do you need from me?"

The hair on the back of your neck bristles as the door of the office opens again. Without checking, you can somehow tell who's behind you: Qiangxiang.

"I need you to turn me off for a little while," Darkbloom says. "Chloe knows Alyosha's whereabouts but she has no trusted contacts to arrange a meeting. As it turns out, though, Dalton Cantor does. If you disable Penelope long enough to bully Dalton into establishing the meeting -- that's all the opening I need."

"I will assist the operation in any way necessary," Qiangxiang, behind you, says.

[ ] Do it. (Sub-choice: Do it David's way / Ask help from the others.)
[ ] Don't do it; get to Alyosha some other way.

>>3957695
>[X] Do it.
>[X] Ask help from the others.

>>3957695
oh god oh fuck

>[x] Do it, but get Galatea to impersonate Dalton

I really don't trust Dalton to do what we say, if we're being honest

>>3957695
Hard choice.
>[ ] Do it. (Do it David's way)
I don't much care for Chloe being involved, but there are so many wonderful ways this can go wrong. And right.

>>3957705
actually wait that doesn't make sense, since we could have just hard Darkbloom impersonate him anyway if that's all we needed.

>[x] Do it David's way

>>3957695
Do it Davids way, but ask Chloe for her opinion. David darkbloom is a hero after all.

>>3957695
>[x] Do it David's way

>>3957705
as much fun as that sounds, i think the idea is that we need to know daltons contacts.

>>3957695
>[X] Do it David's way and ask for Chloe's input.

>>3957695
Didn't Darkbloom know everything about the man? If he knows about his contacts, wouldn't he know who they are as well?

At the same time, what we're doing to Dalton (and his family) is still beyond cruel. We've done a lot of bad shit to get where we are, even if it is "for the greater good". Man.

>>3957695
>[x] Do it. (Do it David's way.)

>>3957722
Yeah, I realised that. I'm certain there'll be a point soon where we'll need Galatea to do her ventriloquism act, though.

>>3957725
Dalton pulled the trigger on Sable and helped take Alex and Renee knowing full well Mara was going to kill them eventually also. He deserves every bit of what’s happening.

>>3957695
>[X] Do it
>[X] Do it David's way
Having it be between these 3 seems a lot more interesting to me

Closing and writing.

>>3957732
I mean, you're right. But does his family? And we've pulled for the Darkbloom redemption arc, and he's a known killer as well. Whether Dalton is redeemable or not, his family is innocent.

Also, interesting that both Dalton's and Isstein's wives are named Karen.

I have a bad feeling about deactivating David. I imagine Dalton is going to panic.

>>3957745
The last thing Dalton will have remembered is having his damn eye scooped out and plugged in while being waterboarded. And now months have passed. Damn right he's going to panic.

>>3957634
Why isn't there a scene with armpit worship is beyond me.

>>3957695
>[X] Do it. (Sub-choice: Do it David's way
I want them to get along.

>>3957725
Echoing >>3957732 and hoping he begs. Who knows, he might get delivered from getting family cucked.

>>3957748
As nice as it would be, there doesn't need to be one. We all know that we love NEET smell.

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[x] Do it David's way.

"You want me to help cut your head open?" You say. "You know just how to convince me, don't you."

"Not my head," Darkbloom says. "It belongs to Mr. Cantor. I'm just living there as a squatter."

"Rent-free?" You say, reflexively.

But he's confused: "That's... what I said. Yes."

"Never mind..."

Qiangxiang sidles up to you. "Do you know much about the procedure to install and uninstall implants, Ally?"

"I told you not to call me that," you glower.

She smiles warmly. "And I asked not to be called Chloe. It seems we will both be disappointed."

"He can be taught," Darkbloom says. "He'll do. This is less invasive than an installation since all you need to do is power it down. Less complex, too."

"And," you add, "if I mess it all up and kill him, no real loss."

"Absolutely correct," Darkbloom says, surprising you. When you reply with muteness, he stands, and says: "I hate you so bitterly. But I know that in some way, some twisted way -- you love my girls. I love them too. What we're embarking on is to protect them: this is the overarching priority. We, both of us -- you and I are expendable. You may die soon, Alabaster. Apprehend that. If you die in defense of the people you love, it won't have been in vain."

"Fuck you," you tell him.

"Fuck you too, Alabaster." He gathers his things, and says: "We have another meeting now. Let's not be late. Vivian complains so terribly if we don't keep to the agreed-upon timetable."

>>3957777
oh god oh fuck oh god oh geez

>>3957777
How can you guys not like Chloe, I mean there is the insane crazy stuff but still.

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>>3957777
>"Rent-free?" You say, reflexively.
>But he's confused: "That's... what I said. Yes."
Nice quads btw

>>3957789
Oh she's growing on us. She's definitely growing on us. Which worries me, but she's growing on me.

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"Alabaster-chan!" Armstrong roars. "You're just in time for the heated debate!"

"Chan...?" You breathe, sitting down at the conference table. "Since when did pidgin Japanese become your thing too?"

He slaps your back. "I need a fucking diplomat. This is about to be World War III here. See, Gal is upset at Nelson because Nelson isn't going to be watching the new Meguka Magica next season--"

"it's madoka"

"Right, which she says is only the most chino of all anime--"

"it's kino"

"I just never got into it," Nelson says.

"shut up," Gal says. "just shut up. you imbecile. you absolute piece of dogshit."

"Whoa!" You cry.

"She's feisty ever since she became Mrs. Soliloquy," Nelson says. "So opinionated."

"opinion. it's not opinion. it's not a matter of opinion nelson. and when you ignore an important series while watching nothing but ecchi moeshit at the same time--"

"It's not gonna be as good as the original, you know that, right?" Nelson says. "And Nekopara isn't just some ecchi moeshit. It's got a lot of mature themes! And Overflow looks cute, too--"

"Wait. Madoka's got another season coming?" You say.

"oh my god Sir" She shakes her head and rubs her eyes behind her spectacles. "nobody talk to me until the end of time. i'm done with speaking to you."

"We're gonna be watching it together, Ally!" Rose2 tells you. "You're welcome to join us!"

"Does anyone actually invite you to these things?" Rose asks her, showing up, and taking her seat alongside you.

"Uh... hmmm," Rose2 says. "Geez. I dunno."

"The answer is no," you say.

"Then maybe you should g--" Rose begins, but she gets cut off by Whitney's gavel.

>>3957828
I love that this is what Gal had decided to grow a spine over

>>3957828
Man, whoever used the monkey's paw to wish for another season of Madoka needs to fuck right off.

>>3957836
Wishing for another season of Madoka had the side effect of also making the 1-cour, 6 movies bullshit a trend.

>>3957828
One thing I will say about Fuck Quest is that it got me watching (some) anime again. But two of those three look like hard pass.

>>3957845
What anime are fuck anons watching?

>>3957857
Total backlog season. I will, regrettably, be picking up the new Madoka when it drops though if I'm able to get a hold of it from my college dorm. Second try's the charm, right?

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During the meeting, which drones on and on, you find yourself focused intently on David Darkbloom. The way he assiduously takes notes and interjects at reasonable junctures; the way he asks probing questions and moves things along. He's not the CEO anymore, but he still has the poise of a man you'd expect to be the CEO. Moreover, you pay close attention to Whitney; the way she watches "bio-dad" and seems to be picking up some of his habits. You never saw her takes notes before Darkbloom started attending these meetings. Now, she does.

She doodles in the margins a lot, though.

"...and Kimberly Manlove will not be coming in to work for the foreseeable future," Vivian continues.

This grabs your attention back. You wait for more. When it doesn't come, you say: "So?"

"So?" Vivian repeats. "She is one of our key systems engineers. So this is a less than ideal situation, wouldn't you say?"

"Hamberly Manlove is a systems engineer?" You sputter.

"You didn't know that about her?" Nelson says.

"You spend enough time with the fat bitch," Armstrong adds. "You really never knew what she does at this company?"

"No... I didn't," you admit.

"What's wrong with her?" Rose2 asks. "Is she sick or something?"

"Revealing any details would be a violation of h--" Rose begins.

Vivian interjects: "She has stage III vaginal trichinosis."

Rose2 puts a hand theatrically to her lips: "That sounds serious! Is she gonna be all right?"

But the rest of the room, who understand what words mean, is turning slightly green at just the implication. Nelson's jaw hangs open. Darkbloom seems to force back vomit. Gal, seemingly subconsciously, reaches down and lightly touches her crotch, cringing.

"I cannot believe you," Rose says. "I would expect impropriety from certain other people, but you should be above this kind of gossiping. You know you can't just go around telling people why an employee took FMLA leave. That's a violation of Kimberly's HIPAA rights."

"Sounds like she's used to having her hippo rights violated," Armstrong laughs.

"Yeah, if she's got worms in her vag," Nelson adds. "Poor hippo."

"Hold on," you say. "How does Vivian even know about this to begin with? She's not HR. Someone told her."

"Yes," Vivian agrees, turning to Rose: "How is it that I know of Ms. Manlove's unfortunate genital malady? Telling me that information was a clear violation of her hippopotamus rights..."

Rose slams her binder shut. "You are impossible. This is the last time I CC you on FMLA issues. I thought you were a more responsible COO."

Vivian giggles haughtily.

>>3957868
Oof, poor Kim. Wouldn't be surprised if the anime club still wanted to fuck her, though.

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>>3957868
>stage III vaginal trichinosis

You know, OP, there are images I never EVER EVER EVER wanted in my head. And I was a happier man before reading that phrase. Not that I'm not still laughing, mind. Jesus fuck.

>>3957879
My first instinct was to google that, my second instinct was to not.

>>3957857
Sine FQ's come back, I haven't really been watching anything seasonal. Maybe I'm missing out on a lot, but the last year and a half has been full of long-time backlog watches and classics. Just got done with Psycho Pass S1 and Princess Principal. Before that, Dragon Maid, Hyouka, S;G/S;G0, and Working were things I watched.

>>3957868
Multiple levels of "holy shit".

>>3957881
My first instinct was to check if there was a "so help me god, if you show me any images" in the safe search options.

>>3957868
>Telling me that information was a clear violation of her hippopotamus rights...
Hot fucking DAMN Vivian.
>>3957857
Depends on the day. I have a good ten years of material I ignored, and a lot of stuff to rewatch. Most recently, El Hazard, Macross Frontier, Chuunibyou, and this episode's namesake.

>>3957777
>"Rent-free?" You say, reflexively.
kek

>>3957896
>Psycho Pass S1
Season 2 is weaker but not horrifically bad or anything, and I'm really enjoying season 3.

>>3957907
I haven't watched Season 3 yet, but is Yayoi relevant at all yet?

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"Parastic vaginas aside," Qiangxiang says. "I think we are due an update on the work of Mr. Takagawa."

"Right," Gal says. "We've made some good progress."

It seems Gal's voice kicks up a few decibels and down half an octave whenever she has to speak officially at these meetings.

"The fake dossier we handed him has made it back to Beijing, as expected," Qiangxiang says. "Broad Dynamics and the Chinese government -- not to mention also the Japanese --" (her upper lips curl in disgust) "-- all believe that we are hopelessly lost on Diogenes. We've earned ourselves a little bit of breathing room."

"Good work, Gal," you say.

"Thank... thank you." (Her voice goes back to a whisper, but only for a moment.)

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After the meeting, out in the hall, Noelle is whispering with Vivian as you pass. Noelle is aghast: "Vaginal trichinosis is a thing? ... It comes in stages? ... Kim's at stage three?"

Darkbloom meets you by the elevators. "I'd like to do this as soon as possible. Do you think you could come on your own to Chloe's condo this evening?"

You glance furtively over your shoulder. This sets off Noelle's spidey sense: she's over by the two of you in no time.

"Skullduggery afoot?" She asks.

"I've heard enough about feet recently," you say.

"That's your own fault. Stop hanging out in /csg/."

"I was just saying goodnight to David," you tell her. "A warm-hearted goodnight and fuck you to cap off the day."

You step into the opening elevator, and Noelle, shrugging, follows you. But Darkbloom holds his hand out and stays the doors. "Ms. Keki, you'd be a good asset. Are you free tonight?"

"I thought we were keeping the people we love about out of this," you say, fuming.

Darkbloom doesn't reply. Obviously, Noelle means less than nothing to him.

"I can be there," Noelle says. "Someone has to protect this dumbass from the red menace. It may as well be me."

Darkbloom lets the elevator doors drift closed.

"You wanna fill me in?" Noelle asks in the descending compartment.

"No. But I guess I have to now."

There's a brief silence. Then, Noelle says: "...You love me?"

>>3957931
Is a 2-3 episode guest appearance relevant enough?

She's basically Noelle merged with Kay's job from her appearances.

>>3957931
She's in it as a journalist.

>>3957940
>>3957942
Ohhh this is golden. Guess I'll have to get a move on.

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>>3957938
>There's a brief silence. Then, Noelle says: "...You love me?"
I live for this shit

>[x] Yes

>>3957942
>>3957940
So this is where The Gay leads.

>>3957938
>There's a brief silence. Then, Noelle says: "...You love me?"

This is also golden.

>>3957938
>There's a brief silence. Then, Noelle says: "...You love me?"
>[ ] Yes

>>3957938
>[x] Kiss her

>>3957938
>Then, Noelle says: "...You love me?"
>[x] Yes

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>>3957947
>>3957953
>>3957957
>>3957960
You guys...

>>3957970
Goddammit.

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"I love you," you say.

This simple admission, coming without a petty barb or a snide remark attached, shocks Noelle silent.

"Or maybe you want me to say it the other way?" You ask. "All right. Daisuki."

"You ruined it."

You turn on her, and put a hand against the wall of the elevator, trapping her. With your other hand, you stroke her chin.

"Now you've really ruined it," she says.

You kiss her.

"I love you too," she says softly. "You ass."

>>3957938
>There's a brief silence. Then, Noelle says: "...You love me?"
Cute

>>3957947
>>3957953
>>3957957
>>3957960
Based, all of you

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>>3957980
Today is a good day

>>3957980
Yep. Sounds like a death flag to me.

>>3957985
>"You ruined it."

>>3957980
Hnnnnng. Fuck all of you. You're all great.

>>3957985
Damned if you do, damned if you don't. At least this way you die without regrets.

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When you arrive in Qiangxiang's condo, she's sitting on her sofa eating a Big Mac and fries. She wears a napkin as a bib.

Not exactly how you expected to walk in on the "red menace." She was so absorbed in eating that she didn't even answer the door, just rang you through remotely.

"I got you addicted," you say, sitting across from her.

"You did."

"You'll get fat," you warn her.

"I will. Is that a problem? I happen to know that you like women on the thicker side of things. The woman you married, for example."

"I've been trying to get Rose to lose weight for years," you say. "She's an unfuckable cow, really."

"Unfuckable," Qiangxiang repeats with a smirk. "That might be the worst lie I've heard in my life."

"Oh, so you think she's fuckable?" You say.

Qiangxiang sets her hamburger down in its little cardboard container, and sets the container aside. "Homosexuality is degeneracy of the worst kind. No, I would not have intercourse with Rose."

"What if it's his fetish?" Noelle asks.

"Are you sure it isn't yours?" Qiangxiang replies, resting her cheek on fore- and middle-fingers.

"It's both of ours," you say.

"Hmmph," Qiangxiang sighs.

"Not mine," Noelle insists. "Definitely his, though."

This conversation might have continued, but in comes the evening's patient: David Darkbloom arrives.

>>3958001
>"Homosexuality is degeneracy of the worst kind."
Yeah yeah, whatever you say Chloe. This isn't our first rodeo.

>>3958001
These high society types really do enjoy their Big Macs, don't they?

>>3958005
borgar tasty

>>3958001
Gonna put this in here now way ahead of time, but as long as everything goes smoothly noelle and ally should stay behind and teach her about homosexuality.

>>3958001
>"Homosexuality is degeneracy of the worst kind. No, I would not have intercourse with Rose."
Based

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Qiangxiang is only too elated at the prospect of scooping out Dalton Cantor's eyeball. As she dons the surgical mask and gloves, you think that she's a vision of the devil herself. So why is it so attractive?

With diagrams and video -- the video of the installation of Penelope into Camelia all those years ago -- Darkbloom explains where to find the master power switch for the implant.

"We're in a fortuitous situation," he says. "This was put inside Dalton as an aged adult: his brain wasn't plastic enough to become symbiotic with it. Nor was it ever exposed to the full, raw power of Sand Reckoner, as Cerise's mind was. Turning it off for a period of time should have no adverse effects on Mr. Cantor's body."

"Should," Noelle says. She's skeptical at the low level of confidence here.

"Right," Darkbloom says. "But it may. And if it does -- simply be prepared to switch it back on."

Qiangxiang flicks a hypodermic needle, eyeing the fluid inside it. She squirts a little of the fluid out of the tip. Satisfied, she tapes Darkbloom's eyelids open, and readies the needle to inject it into his cornea, bringing it swiftly in.

Darkbloom does not even flinch as she brings the needle down. Then just like that it's inside the jelly-like structure of his eye -- you cringe, and look away -- you hear Darkbloom grunt, but that's all the sign he lets on of his discomfort.

Noelle, fighting back gagging, also can't watch. "I feel like the fucking Third Reich, here."

"You should be numb," Qiangxiang says. She lightly touches Darkbloom's eye with her gloved fingers. "Do you feel that?"

"No."

"Then let's begin."

>>3958031
errata: This should read "the installation of Catachresis into Camelia all those years ago" -- sorry for the flub.

>>3958031
>the video of the installation of Penelope into Camelia
uuuuhhhhh...

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>>3958031

>>3958031
>Darkbloom does not even flinch as she brings the needle down. Then just like that it's inside the jelly-like structure of his eye
Thanks, I hate it

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Qiangxiang does the dirty part. She takes the eyeball out with that scoop you've become all too familiar with. Your role is to handle the implant itself; to switch it off.

The moment you do, Dalton flops around like a fish, straining against the straps that tie him down to Qiangxiang's coffee table. You and Noelle hold him still as Qiangxiang stares icily down at him.

At first, it seems that he still thinks he's in the Mallory rumpus room, all those weeks prior. Gasping, he picks up right where he left off. "Please, Mrs. Mallory -- Vivian -- you can't do this -- you -- oh, fuck -- I can't feel my face! I -- I -- I..." he trails off, staring up at Qiangxiang. His sense of time and place disturbed, he stammers: "Who are you? Where did you come from? Where... where am I?"

"You've been asleep for a very long time, Mr. Cantor," Qiangxiang says. "My name is Qiangxiang Xi. I'm here to rescue you."

Dalton can't see you holding him, from where you stand behind the table. Only Qiangxiang and Noelle.

"N-Noelle Keki...?" He breathes. "Why are -- I... oh, god, is my eyeball -- I can't see! Did you blind me in one eye? What's going on?"

"Calm down," Qiangxiang barks. "Do you know who I am?"

"I know you. You're -- you're from that Chinese company. Broad Dynamics." He's still breathing hard, and has a crazed, panicked catch to his voice.

"Very good. We are competitors with Darkbloom Analytics. Mr. Cantor, I have unfortunate news. Mara Darkbloom is dead, her Vail facility is destroyed. David Darkbloom hijacked your body, and used it to kill her. He's been living under your identity for some months now. Whitney Darkbloom and the rest of the fools at DBA remain in power there. They still hold Sand Reckoner -- and now, Diogenes..."

Dalton is hyperventilating. "My family... where is my family... are they okay? Tell me they're okay!"

"I'm afraid your family is in great danger," Qiangxiang says. "It seems that Alyosha Kerimov thinks you are a traitor. After all, as far as he knows, it was you who killed Mara."

"Oh my god -- Hazel, Finn --"

"Quiet, now. We have very little time. And we've rescued you from limbo, at great personal risk -- thank you, Noelle."

"Anytime," she says, playing her part. "As long as the money's good."

"--And I'd like to get in touch with Alyosha Kerimov myself. A strategic partnership between him and Broad Dynamics portends great things for the future! And of course... safety for your family..."

"Anything... anything..." he says.

"Do you know who to reach out to?"

"Yes. Yes, hand me a phone, I'll do anything!"

"Very well." Qiangxiang says. She's smiling brightly.

>>3958059
Fuck. This is genius.

>>3958059
Things are going well. So far.

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Noelle holds the phone for him. He speaks into it, explaining the situation as best he knows.

"Chloe Xi?" Comes a thickly accented Russian on the other end. "Is impossible. She works at Darkbloom Analytics now. She is on their side."

(Qiangxiang is none too pleased to hear that her nickname has gone international.)

She speaks up for the first time: "It was the only way to get close to Sand Reckoner -- and now, also, Dalton Cantor."

The man on the other just grunts.

"Chloe wants to partner with Alyosha," Dalton says. (Man, people take to this nickname so quickly.) "I'm still an ally too."

The man grunts again.

"Whitney Darkbloom and her coterie of morons are unreliable, at best," Qiangxiang says. "I am ready to partner with people who know what they're doing. I am ready to pick up where my uncle left off."

"You killed your uncle," the man on the other side says.

"I did," she says instantly, and adds: "he deserved it, too."

The man grunts.

"Alyosha and I have commiserate goals," Qiangxiang says. "We both would like to find the lighthouse."

"I know nothing about no lighthouse," the man replies.

"Then you are worse than worthless," Qiangxiang snarls.

"Dumb bitch," the man snarls back. "Maybe I should do how your uncle did. No?"

"Do not waste my time with lies and coy remarks," Qiangxiang says. "Can you help me speak with Alyosha or can't you?"

"There were Chinese at Vail," the man says. "Why should we trust you?"

"Please," Dalton interjects. "We want to be partners!"

Qiangxiang shushes him. "I happen to know that Alyosha Kerimov is old and infirm. He has few options remaining if immortality is his goal. He can die if he wants. I'll find the lighthouse on my own."

The man grunts, again. Finally then: "Alyosha will be in touch."

He hangs up.

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"When can I see my family?" Dalton asks.

"No time soon," Qiangxiang says. "Thank you for your help."

You circle the table and reach for the eyeball still dangling on Dalton's cheek, to switch the implant back on. Dalton's other eye goes wide with dismay. "Alabaster Soliloquy--!! No!"

That's the last thing he says before Darkbloom resumes control.

>>3958093
>>3958099
Brutal... but probably necessary.

The scariest thing about Chloe is that basically everything she told them was true, except for where Noelle's loyalties lie.

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this shit is fuckin dark, man

>>3958103
Welcome to Fuck Quest, the light-hearted high school harem adventure!

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At home that night, you've got your pick of the litter.

[ ] A wholesome bedtime story with Amber and Rose.
[ ] Gang up on Rose2 with Mom.
[ ] Vivian's evil scheme!
[ ] Quality time with just Whitney.
[ ] This house ain't big enough for three MILFs. Or is it?
[ ] Something else?

>>3958110
[x] Invite chloe over to thank her / homosexuality

>>3958110
God dammit. I really wanna round out the oyakodon combos. But...

>[x] Vivian's evil scheme!

>>3958110
>[ ] Quality time with just Whitney.
I need more tomboy.

>>3958110
>[X] This house ain't big enough for three MILFs. Or is it?

>>3958110
>[x] This house ain't big enough for three MILFs. Or is it?
it most certainly is

>>3958110
>[x] This house ain't big enough for three MILFs. Or is it?
Paizuri battle to the death.

>>3958110
>[x] Gang up on Rose2 with Mom.
>[x] Something else?
Cerise taking her nee-san role seriously with Amber.

>>3958110
>>3958112
...
Changing to this visionary anon's idea.


>>3958119

>>3958117
In fact, it’s big enough for several more!

>>3958110
>[ ] Quality time with just Whitney.
I have my predilections, but it's been a while.

All right doggies, it looks like we're in for a good old-fashioned MILF-off. Please wait warmly.

>>3958110
[X] This house ain't big enough for three MILFS. Or is it?

>>3958129
I am not disappointed.

>>3958110
>[ ] A wholesome bedtime story with Amber and Rose.
War of the MILFs is also good though

>>3958129
Missed the vote, but I am extremely proud of you guys

>>3958136
>War of the MILFs
Romance of the Three MILF-doms

>>3958141
Love is war

What's your sin tonight, /fq/? Just finished some tasty ramen not Indomie this time and am getting ready to catch back up on Psycho Pass per the above recommendations. Other than that, I'm not happy with the auto-level I'm touching up in Mario Maker.

>>3958194
>Just finished some tasty ramen
Keto won't let me have any ramen, I miss it.

>>3958197
I forget, can you eat vegetables on keto? The noodles were more filler, since it was all topped with a spinach and garlic chicken stir-fry.

>>3958198
Keto is just minimizing carbs that aren't fiber or some specific sugar alcohols. Plus I could have some ramen and just go burn it off but the 24 hour fitness near me closes at 12 so I can't just go swim it off.

>>3958205
Gotcha. I wish my gym had a pool. I miss swimming. I think there's one on campus, but January is too far.

>>3958205
>24 hour fitness center.
>Closes at 12.

Someone is having a giggle, I think.

>>3958230
Somebody in management, because its an actual thing that actually happened. On the plus side they pulled that nonsense a few months away from my needing to renew so I can just see about joining a different gym.

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>>3958247
Oh blessed day

>>3958247
Ohhh man.

>>3958247
Oh fuck, this is the mother lode.

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>>3958247
And so, Ally died by MILF smothering. FINAL SCORE: 15/16 1/1

Fun fact: With this scene, there's only a single pairing that we got in season 1 which hasn't yet made a return in the reboot.

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>>3958247
Hoo boy, I'm getting all flustered here.

Kaa San really will become both a mother and grandmother to Alabaster's new brother or sister at this rate.

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>>3958247
Any perceived past transgressions have been forgiven, OP-sama. Nursing handjobs really are the best!

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Whew, I'm wiped. Let's meet back up Sunday night at 10 PM EST!

>>3958271
See ya then, OP!

>>3958271
Night

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>>3958271
Can't blame you. See you then!

It is now 4:21 AM.

Okay, so. Shadowrun time.

>Qiangxiang shushes him. "I happen to know that Alyosha Kerimov is old and infirm. He has few options remaining if immortality is his goal. He can die if he wants. I'll find the lighthouse on my own."

Big fucking "huh?"

>>3958318
It was a lot easier to fake your death back in those days. No near omniscient super computers or pervy networks air-gapping their way into everyone's homes and heads.

>>3957683
I want to sexually corrupt darkbloom

>>3957668
>When legal to kill wife." Whitney looks up again: "Never. It's never legal to kill your wife, Mr. Governor. You don't need google for that."

God Whitney is so great.

>>3957683
>Your eyes drift down, to an onyx geode on his desk -- he notices this, and adds: "A healing crystal. Meant to promote familial harmony. Yes, she gave that to me -- no, it doesn't work, unsurprisingly."


Not gonna lie, it's pretty cute that Gal gave him that, like she hopes he manages to recover the relationship with his daughters.

I hope so, too/

>>3958271
I WANT WHITNEY! AND ROSE AND AMBER. GIVE ME. GIVE IT YOU FUCK.

>>3959248
Worthy things to want. Will vote for again.

... I only just realized. In-universe, today is Alabaster's birthday. November 5th. Fuck.

>>3959602
I just realized that myself. I thought I had him pegged for 11/11.

Well, there's no reason that the current day of the story can't be a workday after Monday the 5th. I imagine Alabaster's girls gave him a birthday celebration, after all.

>OP currently retweeting fluffy tail

what did OP mean by this?

>>3959646
Been retweeting lots of trap art, too. I think Cerise is in one of those moods.

>>3959646
>OP retweeting traps out the wazoo.

Cerise is definitely in a mood.

>>3959643
Even if Alabaster didn't think about it, for sure Rose and Whitney would do something after all (not that Rose would ever admit it.)

>>3959643
>I imagine Alabaster's girls gave him a birthday celebration, after all.
What if it's all wholesome and not even lewd?

I, for one, would be up for a completely wholesome game of Pin the Tail on the Bunny.

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"Here you are, Cerise -- the lawn signs you requested."

Cerise is in the auditorium where all those months ago you made memories of sensitivity training with Rose. Vivian is showing her the yard signs she had a local print shop make up for the campaign. The reason this is taking place in the campus's ballroom-sized auditorium and not somewhere else is because Vivian, in her typical fashion, went overboard. She printed an entire gross of grosses of these signs, which were delivered by truck today, and now lie stacked in their thousands along the walls. Cerise, peeling the saran from one stack, and taking the first sign in hand to examine it, smiles.

"This is great work. I love it."

As if on cue, in comes barreling Armstrong.

"What the fuck, Vivian!" He roars. "We're supposed to be managing this campaign together! Am I hearing right that you had over 20,000 lawn signs made up without telling--" he stops in place and glances around the sign-stacked room. "Oh Jesus tittyfucking Christ, you did."

"It is Cerise's design. I think it gets her platform across beautifully."

Armstrong snatches the sign from Cerise's hands. "Asshole!" She shouts.

He reads it. The vein on his forehead throbs as his face turns red. "We're not distributing this shit. Have you gone nuts?"

You walk over to the stack, and take one of the signs to read it for yourself.

>Guns... keep 'em!
>Abortions... have 'em!
>Opinions... speak 'em!
>Soldiers... don't quarter 'em!
>Cerise for Congress!

"You can't be pro abortion, you morons!" Armstrong says, voice so choked with anger that it sounds like he's croaking. "You're pro-choice -- but you can't endorse abortions! And this is California, you can't be touting how much you love guns in a political campaign!"

"Blah blah blah blah blah," Cerise retorts, flapping one hand like Pac-Man.

"And this message about soldiers makes it look like you hate veterans! You have to love veterans, Cerise! You have to do everything short of treat a veteran's dick like it's your brother's!"

"Low blow," you say.

"I learned all about low blowing from watching your web stream!" He shouts, pointing at you.

>>3959701
>"You have to do everything short of treat a veteran's dick like it's your brother's!"
>"Low blow," you say.
>"I learned all about low blowing from watching your web stream!" He shouts, pointing at you.

Oh my fuck.

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"This message will resonate," Vivian insists. "It is an encapsulation of Cerise's respect for constitutional principles. People want more of that in Washington."

Cerise snatches the sign back. "The slogans were Saul's idea. I'm not changing it."

Armstrong sighs. Saul was a friend of his. The two men became golfing buddies over the past year, and frequently lunched together on campus. Armstrong told lawyer jokes; Saul told politician jokes. Armstrong won't let on, but he's sad that Saul is gone now -- moreover, he knows he won't sway Cerise on this matter.

He's still angry, though. Next he pulls out his cell and shoves it in Cerise's face. "You need to put a lid on the tweeting. What the fuck is this?"

The first tweet on the timeline is something about a beanie baby that looks indescribably horny. You read aloud: "'Dear god, someone please take one for the team and suck this thing's dick before it commits an atrocity'... whoa"

The next few down are a bunch of retweeted racy anime drawings, mostly of traps, plus some sort of Ben Shapiro parody copypasta.

"I don't get it," you say, reading the copypasta to yourself.

"You wouldn't," Cerise says.

Armstrong takes his phone back. "You're running for a damn House seat. You can't be tweeting out Japanime drawings of cute boys in dresses and weird stories about daddy's little cumslut! And you definitely can't talk about horny beanie babies!"

"You think the boys in dresses are cute?" Cerise says.

"What? Goddamn it -- focus on the important issues here. This isn't how a congresswoman behaves. It's electoral poison."

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>>3959701

>>3959701
>>Soldiers... don't quarter 'em!

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>>3959706
Okay, I had a feeling that's where that was going.

>>3959706
>The first tweet on the timeline is something about a beanie baby that looks indescribably horny. You read aloud: "'Dear god, someone please take one for the team and suck this thing's dick before it commits an atrocity'... whoa"
>The next few down are a bunch of retweeted racy anime drawings, mostly of traps, plus some sort of Ben Shapiro parody copypasta.
The best kind of ARG

>>3959706
>You think the boys in dresses are cute?
She gottem there.

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"Cerise gets more engagement on her tweets than any congressional candidate in the nation," Vivian says.

"Yeah," Armstrong grunts, "from weirdos on *Chan. They'd engage with her tweets if she tweeted videos of paint drying. Unfortunately, you can't build a political base on people who live in their mothers' basements."

"You sure about that?" You say.

"Sure I'm sure," Armstrong says. "Not here in the valley. Cerise needs to expand her reach. Does Cindy Lou Soccermom want to vote for the drunk NEET who's obsessed with crossdressing?"

"The polling firm I hired shows that Cerise wins independents by 30 points, Democrats by 80 points and even takes a bare majority of Republicans in the district. The election will be a rout. She has truly cross-sectional appeal."

He isn't convinced. "A huge lead can go down the sink, the moment someone points out that you spend half your day looking at hentai."

"Likely voters indicate that her interest in animated pornography only endears her to them," Vivian says.

"Christ almighty," Armstrong says. "Polls aren't everything, kid. Polls can be wrong. Sometimes you need some common goddamn sense."

"And sometimes," Vivian says, "you need to be cognizant of changing political winds. It isn't the same world it was when you served as a Senator. The ground has shifted beneath your feet, has it not? Cerise will do admirably." She turns to Cerise. "I will have these signs placed around town, and distribute them for free to employees also. I may post a link to purchase in /csg/, too -- but I want to make sure we only send them to addresses in the district -- they're wasted otherwise."

"You do astroturf on *Chan," you breathe. "I knew it."

Vivian frowns at you. "Is this a discussion you want to have? Should I inform your sister how much you post in that thread?"

You choke on your words.

Armstrong checks his wristwatch. "I'll deal with you shits later. I need to go meet the generals. Uncle Sam waits for no man."

>>3959723
Starting to wonder what percentage of the /csg/ population is actually just our harem shitposting at each other.

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"Where's Steven?" Darkbloom asks as he takes his seat at the boardroom table with the rest of you.

"Generals," you tell him.

"Oh boy," Whitney says sarcastically. "Situation room time. I didn't see any emails about the generals coming today."

"The generals" are a group of half a dozen high-ranking military and intelligence officials, give or take a few, mostly actual generals but including a few rear admirals and advanced colonels, who occasionally drop by to window-shop your tech. Maybe the only reason Darkbloom Analytics hasn't gone the way of the dinosaurs is because you share your troves of data with the military, not to mention the ongoing promise you have, now enshrined in law, to let them use Sand Reckoner and/or Diogenes at the unspecified future date you perfect the technology.

Armstrong knows a couple of the generals personally, from his days as a power broker in the US Senate; and given his personality too, he's the perfect liaison for them. He's the one who always takes care of their visits.

"I heard nothing of it either," Vivian says. "According to Steven, this was a surprise visit. Very little advance notice."

"Pain in my ass..." Whitney grumbles, and gavels the meeting to order.

>>3959752
Uh oh. That can't be good.

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>>3959752
>"According to Steven, this was a surprise visit. Very little advance notice."

>>3959706
So that's what all those Tweets were for

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It's typical meeting filled with the typical issues:

"I don't think that's legal, Vivian," you tell her. "We can't force Facebook users to pay money if they want to delete their accounts."

"Why not? Deleting an account is a service like any other. Why can we not charge money for services?"

"We'll discuss it later," Darkbloom says, his catch-all response to move his youngest daughter on from topics she's stubborn about.

---

"Server uptime in quarter two was 100.0%," Gal reports. "Except the... Diablo Grande facility... which of course had a much lower uptime."

"Percent?" Whitney asks.

Gal can deliver prepared material but always withers a bit at being questioned.

"erm... something like 72%"

"Why so low?"

"...it... it exploded, whitney"

"Oh yeaaah."

---

"Scuttlebutt is that the Chinese government has some kompromat from your little vacay there," Nelson says.

"Kom-what?" Whitney says.

"Blackmail material," you explain to her, for probably the 50th time.

"Yeah, probably," she says, shrugging. "I'm extremely blackmailable." She points at him. "In theory. In practice I don't give a hoot."

"What sort of kompromat?" Darkbloom wants to know. The worst wounds are always self-inflicted.

"Uh..." Nelson says.

"Go on -- tell us," you prompt.

He rubs the back of his head. "Well, supposedly they bugged your hotel room, and, uh... have you on video peeing on each other?"

"Absurd," Darkbloom says.

"Yeah, we didn't do that there," Whitney agrees. Darkbloom's face whiplashes from relief to dismay between the words "that" and "there."

"We didn't do that there, did we?" Whitney asks you.

"No," you say. "...Pretty sure, anyway." You turn to Rose. "Did we do that there?"

She gazes up at the ceiling for a moment, thinking back. "No... no, I don't think so."

Darkbloom is beyond miserable.

"I've heard no such thing, myself," Qiangxiang says. "Your stay at the hotel in Beijing was dreadfully dull and uneventful. ... Supposedly."

"Rumors, you know," Nelson says, waving his hand, the way you might try to dissipate the odor of a fart. "Am I right?"

"I think this meeting is quite done for now," Darkbloom says, and stands.

But he can't leave the room; because standing at the door is Armstrong, wearing an expression like you've never seen before -- and behind him, the generals.

>>3959789
Episode should be retitled to 'Being David Darkbloom is suffering'

Also, PANIC

>>3959789
Hoo boy. What the fuck is it?

The next few updates may take a little bit; please wait warmly.

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>>3959816
This is doing absolutely nothing to dispel my fear

>>3959816
...not what I was expecting. Waiting with scarousal.

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>>3959816
oh god oh fuck oh geez

Well, while we all panic warmly, what's it gonna be tonight, Anonymous-tachi?

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>>3959856
Just work for me.

My secret project is just about done, but it'll be a while yet before you guys see it

>>3959856
Continuing my binge on Mr. Robot S4.

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>>3959865
Give me a hint and I'll hint at mine~

>>3959856
Finals are over which means catching up on vidya I neglected over the past few months, starting with Link's Awakening and Death Stranding and who knows what else.

>>3959869
I know OP references it a lot, should I pick that up at some point?

>>3959871
I hope you did well, Anonymous-dono!

>>3959875
Depends on your viewing preference. S4 isn't over yet, so if you want to binge it in one go, you can let it finish first.

On the other hand, you can pace it out on a season-per-season basis too, if you haven't started on season 1 yet.

But yes, I think it is worth picking up.

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>>3959870
I'll give you a single word that's somewhat associated with it

indecency

>>3959897
Oh boy, how vague and mysterious. A word for a word I suppose.

capsule

>>3959908
I can't believe anon is programming a Fuck Quest gacha game

I'm gonna whale for that SSR Hazel, just you watch

>>3959910
Fuck, if I knew how to program, I would. Guaranteed money.

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"We're in a meeting," Whitney says.

The generals stroll in like they own the place.

"Excuse you," Whitney says. "You deaf or just dumb? Armstrong, get these guys out of here. We can talk later."

"We're not going, Ms. Darkbloom," one of them, the highest ranking, whose nametag identifies him as M. Pershing, says. He pulls up a spare chair and sits, very near to Whitney's position at the head of the table; his comrades encircle the table and stand at the ready, behind you all. It's fucking spooky.

"Whitney -- I'm sorry--" Armstrong begins, still standing impotently at the threshold.

"What is the meaning of this?" Vivian demands.

"You've all been keeping secrets from the US government," General Pershing says.

"Privacy is a constitutional right," Darkbloom says. "We are entitled to keep business matters a secret. From you or anyone else."

"No, you aren't," Pershing replies. "Not where it implicates national security." He motions for one of his fellows, who hands him a manila folder. He opens it: "We've been getting chatter from Chinese and Russian channels, who've reverse engineered some of your technology. Sand Reckoner is far more powerful than you've ever admitted to us, Ms. Darkbloom. It isn't just a database of information, now is it."

Both the misses Darkbloom stay mute.

Pershing pulls out some satellite photos next, and sets them on the table: a burnt-out facility in mountainous terrain -- you recognize it.

"Don't think what happened at Vail escaped our notice," he says. "And now with everything else we're getting from intel, plus without even the FBI here any longer to provide a bulwark against the wanton lawlessness of this organization -- the situation has become much more critical than we ever thought. Ms. Darkbloom, tell us now: what is Sand Reckoner?"

"That is none--" Vivian begins, but Pershing shushes her.

"I want to hear it from the CEO. Not her underlings."

"You should go now," Darkbloom says, his voice grimmer than you've ever heard it. "We will file emergency briefings and take you to court over this infringement on our--"

"We can send you all to a place you will never be heard from again," Pershing says. "As of now, you are in a realm beyond constitutional rights. Tell us what Sand Reckoner is."

Whitney stands. "Sand Reckoner is mine. It belongs to me. That's what it is -- a thing that belongs to Whitney Darkbloom. Get out."

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>>3959922
oh god oh fuck

>>3959922
Oh fuck.

>>3959910
Isn’t that just FGO?

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"Whitney, please," Darkbloom says, clutching her hand; there is fear quavering in his voice. You turn in place, and Rose meets your gaze with scared eyes.

Whitney won't sit. "Tell me what you guys really want so we can comply with whatever bullshit orders you've got and get you the fuck out of our hair."

"All right. I'll tell you how this is going to work," Pershing says. "You're going to turn over all of your project files to us and vacate the premises."

"Excuse me?" Whitney sputters.

Pershing motions for another of his fellows, who hands him a sheaf of stapled papers; it's a list of names. "We're installing an interim CEO in your absence, and removing any employees we think might be national security risks -- of which there are many. Several of whom sit in this room."

Reality is beginning to set in for her: "What are you... what are you telling me?"

"Put simply, Ms. Darkbloom," Pershing says. "You're fired."

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He begins to read: "Vivian Darkbloom, Dalton Cantor, Rose Soliloquy, Anna Soliloquy, Alabaster Soliloquy -- Alex Best -- where is Mr. Best?"

"He's... downstairs, working," Nelson replies, sounding like he's had the wind knocked from him.

Pershing nods, then keeps going: "Oh, and of course, Qiangxiang Xi," he says.

Qiangxiang has been quieter than usual. But now, as two men in vests that read ICE on the back enter the room, and put their hands on either of her shoulders, she begins to seethe. She slaps one of their hands away with a little grunt, but the agent just puts it right back.

"Since you no longer have a job in the US," Pershing tells her, "you are here illegally. We're deporting you."

"Must you manhandle me?" She says.

"No," Pershing says, smiling. The agents force her to her feet and lead her from the room; she's cursing in Mandarin the whole way. You wonder whether you'll see her again.

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>>3959941
OH GOD OH FUCK

>>3959941
>>3959946
OH GOD OH FUCK FUCK OOOOOOFFFF

>>3959951
FUCKING MUSKFUCKER

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Vivian sounds seasick as she says: "This cannot be legal. We will fight it."

"Fight it, then," Pershing says. "You won't win. This is a cut and dried eminent domain case. Sure, though, you can fight us in court. But you'll leave today, or die."

One of Pershing's comrades nudges Whitney. "Time to go, Ms. Darkbloom," he says.

"Let me get my--" Whitney says.

"No," Pershing says. "You leave now. No stops along the way. Any personal effects you have, you can enumerate, and we will see what we can do to get them back to you. But that will be a lengthy process. Be thankful we're not sending the lot of you to prison."

Your temples are throbbing and your mouth is dry. Gal looks like she's on the verge of crying So many thoughts are swimming through your head, the most terrifying of which, is this: what if they decide to turn off the servers, or otherwise incapacitate your link to them...?

"Over the coming weeks we may call on you, or any of the other employees we terminate today, to provide us with usernames, passwords, encryption keys, and so on, as needed. I advise you to comply with all of these requests. Becuase they aren't requests."

Hot tears are streaming down Whitney's face. She slumps in her seat, staring up at the ceiling, shaking her head. When another figure walks into the room, she snaps to, and glowers at him. "Muskfucker."

"Hello to you too, Whitney," he says. "I'll take over from here."

"I can't believe you," Rose says. "After that scene you made at the solutions forum about how damaging Sand Reckoner is, now you're taking over the project?"

"I am," he says. "No hard feelings. You should have taken that internship I offered you -- you'd still have a job." He looks up, at the portrait of Darkbloom still scralwed with "ASSHOLE (mostly)" -- frowning, he says: "That's the first thing to go."

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>>3959955
BEYOND MAD

NOW I WISH CHLOE HAD ACTUALLY KILLED HIM

>>3959954
>>3959955
MY OPINION STILL STANDS

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"Sorry, kid," Armstrong whispers to you, as you and the others walk down the hall, sandwiched by officers and agents. "I weaseled a stay of execution for me and Nelson. We're staying."

"Seriously?" You say. "But--"

"It's for the best," he says. "Now I won't be able to just show up to your playboy mansion willy-nilly, but... if the situation ever calls for it... it's good to have friends on the inside. I'll see you."

Everything is falling apart. In the campus's main lobby, employees are milling around, dazed, as a good 1 in 10 or so are led forcibly from the building.

You pass Fazil, who's flanked by ICE agents as well. He manages to break free of them long enough to hug Whitney, Rose, and you, each in turn. The agents, apparently charmed by him, let him bid you goodbye.

"Ala-bast-or!" He says. "I am told my visa no longer is going to suffice. Farewell, my friend!"

"I..." you whisper back. "Farewell."

He presses a slip of paper into your palm, secretly. He kisses you on either cheek, hugs you again, and whispers: "I am jobless on my return home, so I go and stay with my little sister in Istanbul. This is her number. If ever you need my help: I am a phone call away. Farewell my friend. May we meet again."

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>>3959961
AAAAAA

>>3959961
YOU FUCKERS CAN'T DEPORT OUR BOY
;_;7

>>3959961
As soon as we're back we're putting him on the first plane out of Turkey.

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>>3959961
NOO
HE WAS OUR LUCKY BOY

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Ken isn't as lucky. He's sitting in handcuffs and manacles on a chair near the reception desk. Whitney flips out: "What the fuck! Why are you arresting Ken?"

Pershing is airy: "He's a spy."

Your stomach does cartwheels; they only think he's a spy because you put him up to it. Revealing that truth would put you and everyone else you love in dire legal jeopardy... but not revealing it could condemn an innocent man, who only wanted to help you, to an unimaginable fate.

Ken looks up at you and Whitney with a sad expression. "Mum's the word I reckon," he says.

While you agonize internally, Whitney proves that she has more of a backbone than you ever did. "He's not a fucking spy. I told him to pass fake bullshit on to the Japs. It was me! I'm the one who did it! Not him!"

"That's another thing you're lucky not to go to prison for," Pershing says.

"Let him go!"

"Don't worry about Mr. Takagawa," Pershing says, and refuses to reveal any more about what awaits the man who prefers to go by Ken Smith.

>>3959961
NOT FAZIL C'MON!

Oh shit, what about Ken's clandestine mission?

>>3959968
FUCK

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>>3959968
TUMBLING DOWN

TUMBLING DOWN

TUMBLING DOOOOOOWN

>>3959968
Oh goddamnit. Kinda expected it, but it still hits me hard.

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"Whitney--!" Dr. Carte cries, pulling her into a hug. "Are you okay?" She's just coming out of the elevator with Alex and a few other employees. They're as thunderstruck and shellshocked as the rest of you.

Dr. Carte hugs Vivian next. Emotions burbling to the surface at this affection, Vivian begins to softly cry.

"They're taking everything," she says, voice trembling pitifully, like a scared little girl. "They're... taking everything from us."

Alex looks angrier than you've ever seen him. "They wouldn't let me take anything with me. Not even Sable's things... not the birthday presents I got for her, or the photos I have in my office. What's the national security issue with taking a couple of framed photos!"

"We'll get your shit back," Whitney promises. "We'll get it all back."

In the milling crowd, you spy Mom being led out too, along with Rose2, and Charlotte. "Where's Cerise?" You ask them.

"Already out of the building," comes Mom's reply. "She just texted."

As you pass through the security turnstile for probably the last time ever, with all your girls in tow, Noelle laughs bitterly. "And you guys accused the FBI of being fascists..."

"Just shut up," Rose says.

At the gates, past the fountain and a swarming retinue of even more agents, Noelle pauses and glances back at the building. "Hey. Did any of you guys see Kay coming out?"

>>3959979
Ohhh man.

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>>3959979

>>3959979
Oh shit
Fuckers are going to be experimenting on om, Rose2 and Amber

>>3959983
*Mom

>>3959983
>>3959985
If they wanted to do that, they would have arrested them there.

I should have stayed asleep.

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Whitney has been sobbing into your chest, lying on the couch atop you, for a good hour or two. The mood of the rest of the people in the living room is maybe not much happier. Except Kay.

"What is your job at Darkbloom Analytics, again?" You ask her. "Help me understand."

"I don't have one," she says. "I'm not on any of the employee rolls. Just a journalist doing research who happens to have some borrowed office space there..."

"So no one knows you're there?" Dr. Carte asks.

"I mean -- they know I'm there in the sense that they've laid eyes on me and know I was physically on-site. But I don't think anyone's stopped to wonder who I am or whether I'm technically supposed to be there. I wasn't on anyone's shitlist so they never kicked me out."

"Why did we never kick you out?" Rose wonders aloud.

Kay shrugs. "Good question. Great question."

"So you'll still be going there every day?" You ask her.

"Oh, yeah, sure," she says. "My visitor badge still swipes. As long as that's true, I might as well keep on keeping on, right?"

"If they ever suspect that you're passing information back to us, they could..." Vivian says. She shakes her head, trailing off. "There could be terrible consequences for you."

"Cool," Kay replies.

"You don't have to," you say.

"Oh yes I do. There's a short list of people I trust less to manage this Sand Reckoner bullshit than you fuckers, and the US Armed Forces is at the top. Or at the bottom, as the case may be. I know the military. They're going to cock this up in epic fashion, as always. The sooner we can figure out a plan B, the better."

"Thank you," you tell her.

"Don't mention it."

You nod, petting Whitney's back to soothe her heaving ugly cries.

"No, seriously," Kay appends. "Don't mention it."

>>3960007
Bless this shady journalist

May you live in interesting times.
May you be recognized by those in power. <— WE ARE HERE
May you find exactly what you seek.

>>3960023
Great. Now all we have to do is find the lighthouse and everything will finish going to shit.

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"We need to do the sensible thing, now," Rose says. "It's time to get on a plane to Palau -- have Gustav take those fucking implants out of you all before the army kills you by disabling the servers -- and maybe when he's done, we can just stay put there, forever."

"You want us to move to Palau," you say flatly.

"Yes."

Amber, from over by the dining room, cradling her head in one hand, speaks up. Her voice is equally flat: "It's not happening."

"I didn't ask your fucking opinion," Rose snaps, trying to leverage her maternal authority over Amber, but all of that was just play-acting after all. Amber is steadfast.

"How many times do we have to have this conversation?" Amber says. "We're committed. We're keeping our implants." She looks your way. "This wasn't ever about what's logical, was it. The whole reason you, and Gal, and Viv, and me -- and you --" she nods at Darkbloom, "you miserable fuck -- the reason we always drag our asses about pulling these things from our brains isn't because it makes any sense, or because it's the right play. It's because these little grains are a part of us now. I am Catachresis. Gal, you are Galatea. And Alabaster, you -- you're Camelia." She takes a sip of her soda. "We're in it until the end, no matter what. You wouldn't understand, Rose. It's the one thing about Alabaster you never will."

Rose looks your way. You only nod. She's so upset she can't even speak.

>>3960052
Are we gonna have to rewire the implants to work like Broad Dynamics' method? Jesus.

>>3960056
Jesus god please no

>>3960056
I can’t believe OP’s gonna force us to become brain communists.

>>3959941
>"Put simply, Ms. Darkbloom," Pershing says. "You're fired."
I wonder how long he's been wanting to say that

>>3959961
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

NOT FAZIL

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Noelle comes in through the front door. "We've got a visitor at the gates... Chloe. You might want to come talk to her."

---

You thought you'd never see her face again, but here she is: standing uncertainly in the drive, at the front gates of Whitney's mansion. You speak to her from the opposite side of the bars. The others hang back, watching on.

"How did you get away from ICE custody?" You ask.

"I planned for this contingency," she says. "Or one like it, anyway. I have forged documents that give me permission to stay here even without a job -- I am, supposedly, a foreign exchange student at North High."

"North High--" you sputter.

She smiles. "A private joke for myself I never intended you to discover. I mean nothing by it."

You glower at her. She laces her fingers around one of the wrought iron bars, then reaches her hand and arm entirely through. Her reach is just far enough for her fingertips to grasp weakly at your shirt sleeve. She tries a few times to clutch it, failing, before she finally managed to grip a small portion of the fabric. "I am in a precarious position," she says. "It is only a matter of time before US authorities discover that I am here illegally on forged documents. I have only succeeded in delaying the inevitable. They will deport me."

"I'm sorry to hear that," you tell her.

"My position at Broad Dynamics was predicated entirely on being close to Darkbloom Analytics. Since killing uncle, I -- if I do not have my position at DBA..." She relinquishes her weak grip on your shirt sleeve and lets her arm fall back to her side of the gates. She holds the bars with both hands. "They will kill me if I go back to China."

"Are you asking me what I think you're asking me?" You say.

"It is your choice... if you let me stay, I will help you against any forces arrayed against you. You are the only ally I can turn to... Ally."

[ ] Let her in.
[ ] Send her back.

>>3960078
It's okay, Anonymous-dono. Everybody will have their part to play here at the End of All Things.

>>3960081
>[ ] Let her in.

>>3960081
I'm actually upset at how much of a non-choice this is. Chloe really does have a hard life.

>[x] Let her in.

>>3960081
Knew this was going to be the case. Fucking Chloe doesn't thing at all.
>[ ] Let her in.

>>3960081
>foreign exchange student at North High
Amazing.

>[ ] Let her in.

>>3960081
>[ ] Let her in.

>>3960081
>[X] Let her in.

>>3960081
Why am I such a weak little shit?
>[ ] Let her in.

>>3960081
>[x] Let her in.

>>3960081
[X]Let her in
LET HER IIIIIIIIIIINNNN

>>3960081
>I am, supposedly, a foreign exchange student at North High."
Oh shit, I was wondering where you were going with that

>[x] Let her in.
A betrayal angle would not surprise me per se, but I'm not expecting it at this point.

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"Let her in," you tell Noelle -- never breaking eye contact with Qiangxiang. Qiangxiang puts on a good poker face, but you see her lips twitch, the barest hint of relief showing through her determined aloofness.

"Oh, fuck me," Whitney says. "This day can't get any worse anyway. Invite the chicoms into our humble abode without asking permission why don't you."

"Do you have a problem with it?" You ask her.

"I have problems with everything on Earth right now," Whitney says.

Vivian takes you aside. "Are you certain about this, Alabaster?"

"Yes," you tell her. "I don't know why, but I am."

Noelle buzzes her through. The gates slide open, and she strolls up the drive.

"Sieg heil, Anne Frank," Whitney sneers at her, giving her a mock Nazi salute. "We'll keep you in our crawlspace, safe and sound."

"Mm," Qiangxiang nods.

She doesn't notice Samantha bounding up, until Samantha is upon her. She takes both of Qiangxiang's hands in hers. "A new master! What's your name!"

"...Chloe," Qiangxiang says, after a moment of stunned silence.

"Feel free to use my cunt tonight okay! It's free!"

Qiangxiang blinks. Dr. Carte leads Samantha away. "Come on, you. Let's get you in the bath."

"Oh yes, please! Use me lots!"

Qiangxiang watches the dirty pair make for the house again, as the others all follow suit. The girls pass her by as she stands motionlessly in the drive, considering her decision.

"This will be an interesting time," Qiangxiang finally murmurs, seemingly to herself, as she too starts towards the entrance of the Nail House.

>>3960104
Surely she isn't THAT tan, Anonymous-dono.

>>3960104
I like this.

>>3960105
lmao

And so, the party is finally assembled

>>3960105
>>"...Chloe," Qiangxiang says
Hah! She got used to it!

Now I regret the Amber dropping school vote, since it'll be hilarious to see the Amber perspective where Qiangxiang's schoolmates also call her Chloe.

>>3960105
16/12 soon. For better or for worse.

Wait, I don't recall, has Chloe been fucked yet?

>>3960118
Not by us, at least.

>>3960118
No, Ally doesn't wanna give it to her "yet",

Chloe tonight:

https://youtube.com/watch?v=KSXJfqkT36M

Chloe should defect to Hong King.

>>3960105
I don't think Chloe is fully prepared for the truly Babylonian reality that is the Nail house.

Homosexuality is probably the least degenerate going on here.

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Kay sets up an air mattress for Qiangxiang on the floor of the bedroom she shares with Noelle. No one else wanted to bunk with her, and she refused any of the common areas in the house, including the tea room. According to her, this is one of the few rooms of the Nail House that doesn't "stink like sperm."

Noelle is beside herself -- upset that Kay unilaterally extended an invitation.

"Listen here, you fucking communist. I'm not gonna let you be the third wheel. If you ever see a tie on the doorknob, stay out!"

"...Why?" Qiangxiang asks.

"Privacy," Kay says.

"I see. Yes, I will grant you the privacy you seek."

"Good," Noelle says. "Kay and I are gonna needs lots of it."

"In your dreams, dyke," Kay says, taking the pump's nozzle out of the inlet. The fully inflated mattress lies between the two beds.

"That thing is sort of useless, isn't it?" you say. "You and Noelle usually wind up sharing one of the beds anyway. Right? You could just give up pretending you need two beds and let Chloe take the other one."

Kay turns red. "What! I don't know what Noelle is telling you, but that's a lie."

Qiangxiang appears to be deeply reconsidering her choice of living accommodations.

>>3960148
Chloe's gonna catch The Gay.

>>3960148
God, these two are so fucking cute