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Your enemies are many and dangerous while you are a single friendless vulnerable man. This WILL be a oneshot. If you can survive and get lucky or get gud, that could change.

The world that your grandparents grew up in is gone. Back then, there used to be clear skies and grassy fields. People could permanently own property, were paid a fair wage for their work, and had a say in their elections. Everything has changed. Now all you've ever known is the urban sprawl and smog. You own nothing, you live in the pod, you eat the bugs, and you are PISSED. You're FUCKING tired of it. Tired of renting everything with UBI that isn't enough. Tired of fatcats who have never held a shovel making your decisions for you. Tired of all the blind people living their lives like nothing is wrong and things couldn't be any other way.

You are finally ANGRY enough to do something about it. You have made a decision to take matters into your own hands. Normally, men like you get their bodies thrown into a crematorium by the end of the day, but you have a trick up your sleeve. You're an unregistered super. It awakened a few weeks ago and it's only a minor edge, but you've done everything you can to hide it and it will have to be enough.

Roll 1d100. You'll choose what type your superpower is between the three rolls. If more than one roll is in the same category you get an initial powerboost.

>1-25: Offensive
>26-50: Defensive
>51-70: Augmentive
>71-80: Supportive
>81-90: Esoteric
>91-100: Jackpot, Reroll Twice and take both.
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Rolled 33 (1d100)

>>5232674
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Rolled 55 (1d100)

>>5232674
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Rolled 63 (1d100)

>>5232674
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>>5232677
>>5232683
>>5232686
You have two choices.

>Defensive: These superpowers revolve around making their users harder to kill. Forcefields, regeneration, precognition are some of many examples. At the default, this is enough to survive an armed gang of a dozen thugs.

>Augmentative: These superpowers revolve around improving the baseline capabilities of their users. There is some overlap with other types but these are in their own type, the difference being that they aren't supernatural outside of their effects. Superhuman strength, durability, reflexes, and intelligence are some of many examples. At the double, this is enough to massacre an armed gang of a dozen thugs.

Which type is your superpower? This will be a 20 minute vote. If there's an agreement on what specific superpower you want within the chosen type, we can start immediately. If not, we'll have another vote. The types are extremely broad and encompass many possible superpowers but the flashier it is, the more attention it will draw, and the more intimidating it will be. There's a tradeoff.
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>>5232717
>Augmentative: These superpowers revolve around improving the baseline capabilities of their users. There is some overlap with other types but these are in their own type, the difference being that they aren't supernatural outside of their effects. Superhuman strength, durability, reflexes, and intelligence are some of many examples. At the double, this is enough to massacre an armed gang of a dozen thugs.
>Supernatural eyesight/perception

We should be like an ultra accurate sniper. Like accurate enough to take off a single strand of hair with our bullet if we wanted to.
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>>5232717
>Augmentative: These superpowers revolve around improving the baseline capabilities of their users. There is some overlap with other types but these are in their own type, the difference being that they aren't supernatural outside of their effects. Superhuman strength, durability, reflexes, and intelligence are some of many examples. At the double, this is enough to massacre an armed gang of a dozen thugs.
>Superhuman reflexes/speed
Either gun down everyone before they can react or blitz down people with a knife while being able to literally dodge bullets.
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>>5232717

>Augmentative: These superpowers revolve around improving the baseline capabilities of their users. There is some overlap with other types but these are in their own type, the difference being that they aren't supernatural outside of their effects. Superhuman strength, durability, reflexes, and intelligence are some of many examples. At the double, this is enough to massacre an armed gang of a dozen thugs.
Shouldn't we choose something that is hardest to NOT acquire cybernetic replacements for? So in that regard I would vote for something relating to toughness or mind. Strength, perception, and agility cybernetics should all be easy to acqure. If we are tough enough we can endure a LOT more crazy augmentation than any human or if we are smart enough to tinker with our own toys.
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I wanted perception since strength and reflexes and stuff like that are too generic for my taste. I see us being a incognito villain while cybernetics will draw attention to us and are kind of far down the road

I also assume our powers are going to be stronger than anything but the highest of high end cybernetics
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>>5232717
>>Augmentative: These superpowers revolve around improving the baseline capabilities of their users. There is some overlap with other types but these are in their own type, the difference being that they aren't supernatural outside of their effects. Superhuman strength, durability, reflexes, and intelligence are some of many examples. At the double, this is enough to massacre an armed gang of a dozen thugs.
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>>5232752
Wired reflexes are bog standard upgrades for cyberpunk. That and eyes along with general perception boosts which is why I'm not impressed with that option. I would rather go full endurance for maximum experimental cyber horror or brains for dat tinkering customization options. Honestly, I'm good with either option I don't favor one or the other. To me, it's just a waste to go with something we could get without wasting our superpower boost on. Hence why I do not like strength, agility, or perception boosts. It's too easy and common a thing to waste a super boost on.
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>>5232793
The human body still has limits to how far it can go, maybe we can double down on those powers with cybernetics and have something greater than we would have otherwise.
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>>5232752
Correct. At this superpower level, it would require the equivalent of 10-20 million and multiple invasive surgeries to replicate through cybernetics, and be much more prone to failure. Your true enemies are wealthy enough that this is pocket change for them, but down on the streets, you won't see anything of that caliber unless you're unlucky or make a mistake.

>>5232724
>>5232736
>>5232747
>>5232778
Your superpower is Augmentative, meaning that an aspect of your baseline humanity has been enhanced to an extreme degree. By default, this would be enough for a one-in-a-thousand badass on combat stimms or an upper-end gutter cyborg to match or overpower, but you aren't the default. Your superpower is the type of rare, lethal danger to the establishment that they lock down cityblocks and call in the SuperSWAT for. Better hope your real identity isn't discovered, or at least, that the true magnitude of your abilities stays hidden.

Now, what is your superpower? There have already been some suggestions but there are other possibilities alongside these. If you wanted, you could also take a flat upgrade to bring all of your physical stats to the default power level but that wouldn't be as impressive, and arguably, not as effective as specializing.

>Superhuman Perception/Hand-Eye Coordination
>Superhuman Reflexes and Speed
>Superhuman Durability and Resilience
>Superhuman Intelligence
>You have another idea
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>>5232814
Maybe we go for huge brain and mod our own shit.
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>>5232815
>Superhuman Jaw Strength

All good villains have theme. Our theme is we bite people’s faces off
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>>5232815
>Superhuman Reflexes and Speed
Being able to move that fast is pretty OP. There's not much you can do if somebody can move faster than your brain can remotely process.
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>>5232815
>Superhuman Intelligence

So going all in for superhuman endurance and going full cyberzombie cyber horror nightmare fuel isn't a thing then huh? damn. That would have been cool as fuck. Ah well we can at least make our own toys.
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>>5232815
>Superhuman Perception/Hand-Eye Coordination

I want this so we're an ultra-expert at guns.
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>>5232847
Proposition: If being really fast gives us some sort of pseudo bullet time, we'll be able to shoot people easier.
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>>5232856
I would but I'm a little worried that speed powers are too conspicuous. I think that the strength of augmentative powers are that they're incognito, if we take Superhuman Perception no one will even know we have those powers, they'll just think we're a good shot.
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>>5232815
>Superhuman Intelligence
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>>5232815
>>Superhuman Intelligence
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>>5232861
The same is true for smarts. There is no way to tell someone is that brilliant since we can just bullshit and say we educated ourselves online. Agility/speed and strength are the hardest to hide. Followed by toughness(not noticeable until hit) and perception(must pay close attention). Smarts are also easiest to cover up a trail for unlike the others.

>>5232856
You can shoot faster yes but not as accurately.
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>>5232861
We'll just have to be careful then. People could also get suspicious of us having a superpower if, say, we're able to shoot the pilot of a plane several kilometers away because we're just that good. Being too good of a shot will raise suspicion as well.
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>>5232844
You can go full cyberhorror if you chose resilience, if you can find a chopshop or expert willing to work on you and don't mind abandoning any trace of humanity. There's a reason standardized combat cybernetics are expensive. The elite and criminal elements of society hoard them, and even those have to be designed with a relatively fragile human or reinforced frame in mind. If you were superhumanly durable, they could make implants that no sane man would dare attempt or be able to use without breaking themselves apart or losing their sanity. For example, you could have a shoulder mounted crane with the force of a multi-ton hydraulic press embedded into your spine, or withstand the system shock of having an autoaiming pulse laser wired directly into your brain for maximum accuracy, where doubling a normal human's strength or adding a minor third limb takes a massive amount of doing. You could effectively ignore safety concerns and failure risks. That is, needless, a chopshop's wet dream.

At the same time, if you had superhuman intelligence you could attempt to make your own cyberhorrors and improve yourself, to varying results.
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>>5232815
Nu one want Jaw power. Intelligence is for fag nerds

>Superhuman Perception/Hand-Eye Coordination
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>>5232889
holy shit never mind

>Superhuman resilience
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>>5232889
If, say, we had super speed or perception, to what heights could it be taken with cybernetics?
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>>5232889
...Oh man if there weren't already 3 votes for brains I would that would have been AWESOME. I would switch my vote. Alas...maybe we can get lucky and find a superhuman with super endurance to turn into a cyberhorror. I can dream...
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>>5232889
Needless to say, that is. This vote's very important so I will leave you 40 more minutes to decide.
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>>5232889
This is too based not to take here.

>Superhuman Durability and Resilience

>>5232897
There are two votes for it now if you switch over it'll be in the lead
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>>5232902
I'll vote for resilience
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>>5232896
If you had superhuman speed and reflexes or superhuman perception and hand-eye coordination to actually use it, your body itself would be superior to 99.99% or 90% of cybernetics on the market, depending on the market. If you received cybernetics geared to improving your superpower's focus, they would still provide a bonus as they're a part of your body and under the effects of your superior. This is a much less extreme benefit than a normal human would have, but that's because you're already much more extreme than a normal human could be. If your superpower's focus were at a 100 and a normal human was at 1, if a normal human got a cybernetic implant, they would be improved to a 5-10, while if you received that same implant, you would be improved to 105-110. It's a much less noticeable but you do get the same benefit on top of your superpower's.
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>>5232913
Alright, I'll vote for resilience then because I still want to be on the more physical side of things. Besides, even if our striking power isn't increased, we're tough enough that our punches will probably hurt a little more if it comes to that.

Let's go full cyberhorror
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Out of curiosity, what would be our relationship with toughness if we had super strength? Your body kind of needs to be really tough to withstand that amount of muscle power right?
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>>5232947
If you had superhuman strength, your body would be much more durable than the average human's. The equivalent of having a steel-reinforced skeletal structure and muscles closer to coiled wire than mundane flesh. Enough to use your superhuman strength without tearing yourself apart, unless you went berserk, in which case you would be at the same risk that a normal human would be. In comparison, superhuman durability would allow you to no-sell anything short of high-explosives and anti-tank munitions.
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>>5232893
>>5232902
>>5232897
>>5232912
>>5232941
>Your superpower is Superhuman Durability and Resilience. Your flesh and bone are harder to damage than they should be by multiple orders of magnitude, to the degree that a full magazine of 7.62 could be emptied into your chest at point-blank and it would have the same effect as a toddler's water gun. This durability extends to every part of your body, so that your ears wouldn't even be left ringing. Not only are you physically durable, you are physically resilient, and can endure extremes that would cripple and kill lesser men even if they were as hard to damage directly. Lethal poison, diseases, and environmental conditions can be shrugged off as minor inconveniences, and your pain tolerance has reached the degree that surgical anesthesia is an informality. Even deprivation of the necessities of life aren't a death sentence, you can endure an hour without oxygen, a week without water, and months without food before expiring.

Besides this superpower, you have one thing separating you from the complacent masses.

>Sheer Power: You have a broad, tall, and very well-muscled body, a foundation shaped by a fortunate combination of genes, then sculpted through years of discipline and strict dieting. It's hard to get your hands on real meat and avoid contaminants but you've managed, and had the willpower to exercise night and day. The benefits of this are many, not only are you more intimidating, you have the strength to overpower and break almost any man on the street even without factoring in your combat skill.
>Beneath Notice: You are the worst kind of unfortunate, filthy, fleabitten, with haggard eyes and the sort of face that hasn't seen a shaving razor in the better part of a decade. You don't even have a pod over your head. You sleep in the streets but at the same time, you've learned to survive in the gutter, and more importantly, your name, face, and genetic code aren't in the establishment's system.
>Tech-Head: You eat, sleep, and breathe the flow of the data-stream throughout this urban hell. Ever since you were a young child, you've had a fixation with technology, cyberware, gear, and the network that surrounds it. You know how it ticks, how those in control have tried to strangle everything out of their reach, and of how to evade their tyranny. Going to college was never in the cards for you, but a youth of exposure and obsession have given you a level of hands-on expertise that any "techie" in the field would respect.
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>>5233062
>Tech-Head: You eat, sleep, and breathe the flow of the data-stream throughout this urban hell. Ever since you were a young child, you've had a fixation with technology, cyberware, gear, and the network that surrounds it. You know how it ticks, how those in control have tried to strangle everything out of their reach, and of how to evade their tyranny. Going to college was never in the cards for you, but a youth of exposure and obsession have given you a level of hands-on expertise that any "techie" in the field would respect.
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>>5233062
>>Tech-Head: You eat, sleep, and breathe the flow of the data-stream throughout this urban hell. Ever since you were a young child, you've had a fixation with technology, cyberware, gear, and the network that surrounds it. You know how it ticks, how those in control have tried to strangle everything out of their reach, and of how to evade their tyranny. Going to college was never in the cards for you, but a youth of exposure and obsession have given you a level of hands-on expertise that any "techie" in the field would respect.
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>>5233062
>Sheer Power: You have a broad, tall, and very well-muscled body, a foundation shaped by a fortunate combination of genes, then sculpted through years of discipline and strict dieting. It's hard to get your hands on real meat and avoid contaminants but you've managed, and had the willpower to exercise night and day. The benefits of this are many, not only are you more intimidating, you have the strength to overpower and break almost any man on the street even without factoring in your combat skill.
it fits in with our power.
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>>5233062
>Tech-Head: You eat, sleep, and breathe the flow of the data-stream throughout this urban hell. Ever since you were a young child, you've had a fixation with technology, cyberware, gear, and the network that surrounds it. You know how it ticks, how those in control have tried to strangle everything out of their reach, and of how to evade their tyranny. Going to college was never in the cards for you, but a youth of exposure and obsession have given you a level of hands-on expertise that any "techie" in the field would respect.
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>>5233062

>Sheer Power: You have a broad, tall, and very well-muscled body, a foundation shaped by a fortunate combination of genes, then sculpted through years of discipline and strict dieting. It's hard to get your hands on real meat and avoid contaminants but you've managed, and had the willpower to exercise night and day. The benefits of this are many, not only are you more intimidating, you have the strength to overpower and break almost any man on the street even without factoring in your combat skill.
Not only can we break people, but we're unbreakable ourselves.
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>>5233062
>Tech-Head: You eat, sleep, and breathe the flow of the data-stream throughout this urban hell. Ever since you were a young child, you've had a fixation with technology, cyberware, gear, and the network that surrounds it. You know how it ticks, how those in control have tried to strangle everything out of their reach, and of how to evade their tyranny. Going to college was never in the cards for you, but a youth of exposure and obsession have given you a level of hands-on expertise that any "techie" in the field would respect.
Cyberhorror time. All we need is to find our tech guy that is a super genius and we will be all set.
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It's minor on top of your durability, but Sheer Power's size gives you more raw room for cyberware and baseline tolerance for the weight of "unconventional" implants. On the other hand, Tech-Head gives you some awareness of how cyberware works and where's best to put it, though it isn't too much more than what any chopshop worth its grease has, you know you can trust yourself. Beneath Notice doesn't grant any direct bonus to cyberware, but it makes scavenging for junk easier and leaves you largely independent from the need to engage in society. If you make a mistake, your anonymity may be the most powerful of the bonuses.

It also influences your personality. Sheer Power is a "stoic," coping by bottling his feelings in, /fit/izen, Beneath Notice is a desperate hobo, and Tech-Head is an antisocial nerd. All of them are paranoid and ANGRY by default.

I'll give any lurkers 10 more minutes to pitch in and then we'll go.
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>>5233094
>>5233092
Shit changing to
>Sheer Power: You have a broad, tall, and very well-muscled body, a foundation shaped by a fortunate combination of genes, then sculpted through years of discipline and strict dieting. It's hard to get your hands on real meat and avoid contaminants but you've managed, and had the willpower to exercise night and day. The benefits of this are many, not only are you more intimidating, you have the strength to overpower and break almost any man on the street even without factoring in your combat skill.

I want max cyberware and tolerance.
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>>5233094
I will not change my stance on Sheer Power, especially if it gives us more raw room for cyberware and unconventional implants. Cyberhorror full steam ahead when we find ourselves a chopchop
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>>5233099
That means there is a tie between Sheer Power and Tech-Head. I'll give it 10 more minutes for lurkers to break, otherwise we'll roll a 1d100.
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Rolled 26 (1d100)

Rolling for Tiebreaker.

>Sheer Power: 1-50
>Tech-Head: 51-100
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>>5233071
>>5233080
>>5233099
>>5233127
Even before your superpower awakened, you were bigger, stronger than other people. They glared at you with eyes full of jealousy and hate, like you were responsible for their choice to gorge on snack cakes and never once hit the gym. When the local gym was decommissioned, you improvised a regimen of farmer carrying capped-off pipes of rubble, when the grocery store prices crept higher, you found another, farther away and walked there, and when your years-long gig pouring sheetrock laid you off without a warning, you started freelancing. You accepted that the world was a dark place a long time ago. You don't think about what happened anymore, but you swore that you'd be strong when you grew up, so that when it pushed into your life again, you would be strong enough to push right back.

You're about tired of pushing. You're pissed. You're about ready to take a length of rebar, sharpen it to a point on the pavement, and stab it into the megacity's eye. You're standing in the shared kitchen unit of your "quad-pod pad" with barely enough room to turn your shoulders. There's no window but a tiny screen on the bare wall shows you fake images of a sunny sky. It makes you fucking sick. You take the kitchen knife in your hands and press it down, HARD, onto your wrist. Nothing happens. You barely feel the pressure. That confirms it for the thousandth time. You really are a super. Not just any super, but a hard-to-kill bastard.

You remember about this time last month. You were taking your groceries back, whey protein and a fresh chicken's leg, in a reusable paper bag, and thought you'd go through the same alleyway that you had been for weeks in a row then. Some of the locals had other ideas. There were six of them with clubs and knives, and one of you, and the shortest was egging them on. He said you weren't so big, you weren't so tough, you were just some faggot juicing on human growth hormone. You let him run his mouth for a minute and told that him if he was so sure, he could find out himself. They all tried to, and you tried to fight but there were too many and they were too fast. They hammered you, beating and laughing as you pressed against the wall and tried to block out the noise and the pain, and then...
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>>5233157
There was a feeling of sturdiness like you've never felt and the next bat to hit you in the head cracked down the middle and rang the punk's arm like he hit a telephone pole. You didn't ask any questions. You snapped, ripped an aluminum bat from the nearest shaky pair of hands, and returned the favor. Between your size and sudden invulnerability, they didn't stand a chance and you beat them so viciously you saw red and when you came to, you were standing in the middle of a half-dozen corpses and trauma patients that immediate surgery might've saved from lifelong damage. You took a tire iron and saved Pharmacorp the trouble. You didn't even take their money. You just took your groceries and went back to your pad.

You didn't feel anything that night. You just stared at the ceiling, thinking. You haven't felt anything like that in years. The fear in those thug's eyes when they realized that you weren't another victim for them to cripple or kill. The impact on the first one's skull. The short one, the one who started all of it, you broke him. His fingers, then his neck. There wasn't any thought or planning into any of it. You fought like the rabid animal that the megacity has tried to cage. You're fucking tired of this place. Tonight, you're going to do something.

Choose a Target

>Your Landlord, Mr. Nenbauer. You've paid your rent on time, every time, then he went and raised it by 20%
>"Petey," the Loanshark. You know a decent woman that can't feed her kids anymore because of that bastard.
>Crime in the streets. You don't know the gangs, but you've stepped in their shit, like everyone else has.
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>>5233158
>Your Landlord, Mr. Nenbauer. You've paid your rent on time, every time, then he went and raised it by 20%
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>>5233158
>>"Petey," the Loanshark. You know a decent woman that can't feed her kids anymore because of that bastard.

This dude probably has some cash. Might be good enough for this month's rent and maybe afford some better gear
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>>5233158
>>Your Landlord, Mr. Nenbauer. You've paid your rent on time, every time, then he went and raised it by 20%
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>>5233158
>"Petey," the Loanshark. You know a decent woman that can't feed her kids anymore because of that bastard.

Attacking our landlord might bring unwanted attention
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>>5233158
>"Petey," the Loanshark. You know a decent woman that can't feed her kids anymore because of that bastard.
Gonna need the cash for cybernetics and everyone hates loansharks. So there will be a long list of other suspects ahead of us.
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I'm going to get some shuteye but will continue tomorrow when I can. Enjoy the holidays, anons.
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>>5233197
Cool qst, QM. Quick question, will this cyberpunk dystopia have hard scifi or soft?
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>>5233158
>"Petey," the Loanshark. You know a decent woman that can't feed her kids anymore because of that bastard.
we can probably take some of his money to pay our rent and give some back to the women.
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>>5233158
>Crime in the streets. You don't know the gangs, but you've stepped in their shit, like everyone else has.
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>>5233158
>"Petey," the Loanshark. You know a decent woman that can't feed her kids anymore because of that bastard.
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>>5233158
>>"Petey," the Loanshark. You know a decent woman that can't feed her kids anymore because of that bastard.

Besides money, im sure theres some good loot to be had.

We should get the funds together to open a gym
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>>5233158
>"Petey," the Loanshark. You know a decent woman that can't feed her kids anymore because of that bastard.
Good for the cash if anything else.
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>>5233203
Hard sci-fi until superpowers are involved, which gets things as soft as butter on an eggshell.
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>>5233178
>>5233193
>>5233195
>>5233243
>>5233305
>>5233360
>>5233393
Petey, that piece of shit. He's a fat man that takes it too far. Most people now are skinnyfat or pudgy at best but him, he's almost as wide as he is tall. Four layers of fat rolls under a tight, cheap suit and a smell that makes people gag if they aren't expecting it. He's a disgusting bastard but worse than his lack of fitness is what he does for a living. Fucker's a loanshark.

His modus operandi is to give desperate people large sums of money, in cash, no questions asked, and then hit them with a creeping interest rate. It starts small, 5%, but soon after they can't pay it back in full it spikes to as high as 30%, but you've heard rumors of 40%. Then, if they can't pay, he "forecloses." You know the butterball is involved with some gang, the kinds of assholes willing to take a blowtorch to a little old lady to "set an example" of what happens to people that try to take out "fraudulent" loans. You've never dealt with him yourself but you've heard the stories. Too many stories. One of your neighbors, a single mother of three who claims her husband was killed in a factory accident, has been working two full-time gigs to make ends meet. After Mr. Nenbauer hitched up the rent when she finished making a car payment, she got desperate and took out a loan.

Nothing too much. Barely $20,000. She should've read the fine print. In less than two months, she owes Petey $35,000 and climbing. Even that would've been her own mistake but a few days ago, you overheard someone saying she was looking to set up one of her kids for adoption. Petey's about to get what's been coming to him for a long, long time. You know he lives in the same apartment, in a deluxe suite on the second highest floor. A whole pad, all to himself. You know exactly how he can afford it. Bastard. You start making a plan.

>Break-In: Knock on his door and when you lets you in, beat him with your blunt instrument of choice and ransack his place. This is the fastest choice and would send a message. It's also the loudest and would bring a lot of heat on your ass.
>Ambush: Wait for him to leave the complex for some reason, then tail and jump him when there's not many witnesses. This is the safest way to do things but you might be waiting for a long time, maybe too long.
>Direct: You'll call Petey from his business card and ask him if you can take out a loan. You'll meet somewhere hidden and then you'll jump him. He's guaranteed to have security but you feel like you can handle it.
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>>5233449
>Direct

Be smart about this. Establish a kill zone in the bad areas a few miles away. Some sort of housing area. Try and get him down there. If he doesn't want to move there, then we go to his proposed meeting places and NO RUSSIAN the whole deal.take his keys and his banks accounts if we can, crush the fat grub.
Maybe take a piece or 3 from his goons to scrap. Steal all his shit, stash it in another pre-prepared area that nobody will go through.

Then wait a week or 2 before spreading his earnings out.
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>>5233158
>"Petey," the Loanshark. You know a decent woman that can't feed her kids anymore because of that bastard.
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>>5233449
>Direct: You'll call Petey from his business card and ask him if you can take out a loan. You'll meet somewhere hidden and then you'll jump him. He's guaranteed to have security but you feel like you can handle it.
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>>5233456
Support, going too loud is gonna bite us in the ass later on, but going too safe means we might lose our chance.

Additionally, maybe wear whatever protections we can afford, just so that it doesn't look too unbelievable if we get shot and survive.

For weapons we can just use our fists, being superhumanly tough with vastly increased pain tolerance means we can hit several times as hard without worrying for injury, other people's skulls, or even furniture, are going to shatter way before our body does I believe.
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Also hey QM. If we'd gotten something like precognition, how exactly would've it worked? I'd say it's usually really nerfed in most media because being able to essentially see how an entire fight is gonna go down beforehand is probably one of the most stupidly OP shit there is.
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>>5233449
>Direct

i know we dont need it, but can we please go buy a katana?
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>>5233496
If you can explain in less than 100 words and exact terms why a katana is a worthwhile purchase instead of a machete or hatchet or a gun, I will support the notion for the rest of the quest.
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>>5233461
Your durability means you can strike at full force, repeatedly, without any risk of a hand fracture. On top of that, the hardness of your skin means it's more like getting hit with a chunk of steel than it is a clenched fist.

>>5233465
It would've made your enemy roll twice and take the worst, because no matter if you can see a few seconds into the future or not, you have to have the skill to do something about it.
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>>5233449
>Direct
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>>5233456
+1
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>>5233538
katanas are clearly supreme to machetes. they are longer, lighter, better balanced and made from higher quility steal
striking with a hatchet will always be slower than cutting over and over with a katana, making it better suited for fighting groups
unlike guns, katanas are silent killers which is quite important for a man trying to stay undetected in a crowded city. they also dont require one to spend on ammo.
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>>5233449
>Direct: You'll call Petey from his business card and ask him if you can take out a loan. You'll meet somewhere hidden and then you'll jump him. He's guaranteed to have security but you feel like you can handle it.
A couple of lowlifes with pistols and bats can't do shit to us, and this way we get it done with no witnesses.
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>>5233559
Finding a high quality katana that's actually made for combat will be both very difficult and extremely expensive, especially in this shitty cyberpunk world. A machete is cheap, effective, and not as easily traced or stands out compared to a katana. A hand axe is the same deal, although probably harder to find.
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>>5233562
>Finding a high quality katana that's actually made for combat will be both very difficult and extremely expensive, especially in this shitty cyberpunk world.
fair point, finding one might be hard. i do wonder what OP has to say about that
however, we dont necessary have to pay for it...
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>>5233559
Katanas are lame, gay and not as light as neckbeard weebs want to believe.
Its axe or nothing.
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>>5233456
>>5233458
>>5233461
>>5233496
>>5233552
>>5233555
You’ll take a direct approach. You don’t have the patience to wait for his fat ass to get off of his couch on his own, and you want to kick in his door right now and end it but you know there’s a good chance you’d be caught. Petey’s a loanshark. You’re going to ring him up on his business card and set up a meeting somewhere, out in the projects. Then you’ll do something. Kill him, maybe. Beat him, maybe, get him to tell you everything he knows. You know he knows something. Fucker’s in with the gangs. He’s a fat fucking worm but maybe he could get you started.

That’s what you’ll do. Yeah. All you’ve got to do now is prepare. You think about your life savings. $9,458 in the bank, it sounds like plenty but that’s bloat from inflation. A hundred years ago that would’ve been $945. A hundred years before that, you don’t want to think about how far you’ve gone. You were planning on saving the money for something big, like restoring the gym or getting a beater car under your own name, but you’re tired of waiting. Petey probably has more cash in his pad than you could save in fifty years of honest work. He stole it, so you’ll steal it back. In the meantime, your own money isn’t doing you any good in a digital vault. You’re going to spend it. You think about your resources. Everything you own. Two sets of street clothes, a set of cheap tools for your sheetrock gig, and a pair of dark-tinted glasses to stop yourself from catching some punk’s laser to the eye. Those, some groceries for five days, and a hidden weight set out back behind the building. Everything else is a rental.

If you want something, you get it full price under your name, upfront, and pay daily, weekly, or monthly in rent. If you want to buy something, that’s ten times the price but it’s yours and not attached to any identity. You could also go dumpster diving but interfering with waste management is a felony and some of the gangs already involved with salvage might get pissed if you were caught digging on their turf.

How do you want to prep for this? You’ll need to preserve your anonymity and get your hands on a weapon of some kind. You don’t think any protection you can afford would make any difference next to your durability, but maybe the appearance would matter. Maybe you don’t need a weapon, either. You’re tough as fuck and already big and strong. Maybe you could beat the fucker with your bare hands.

It's Friday night and you don't have a permanent job to worry about if it wasn't.
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>>5233572
i think, in this urban hellscape of endless concrete, an axe is gotta be an even bigger rarity than a quality katana
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>>5233496
You could rent or buy a katana and there are plenty of options, but getting something that isn't garbage quality and could hold up in a fight would take some searching. If you wanted to use it well, you would have to train extensively but if you're doing vigilante work, that's something you should already be doing. Like anon said, a machete would be much cheaper to get and about as effective in your untrained hands, but it's also much less flashy. If you were a corporate cyberassassin with the connections to get a monomolecular blade, a katana would be very doable. As an amateur vigilante in the slums, a katana is doable, if you can find and afford or steal one.
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>>5233573
Find a pair of knuckle dusters, preferably a tough metal but if it's too expensive then try and craft our own from scraps and shit lying around.
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>>5233573
We need some thick clothes to keep appearance in case somebody attacks us with a knife, since it does offer at least some protection against slashes. A balaclava to hide our face, maybe a pair of spare glasses in case our shades get busted.

We don't need much in the way of weapons, but something like pepper spray could be useful to temporarily disable somebody as an opening, that way we'll have more room to punch anybody else into submission.

How much would any of that cost? Maybe we can get a low-end kevlar in case somebody has a gun.
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>>5233580
Finding an electric saw would be easier than a manual axe. Most obvious weapons are regulated or banned. Getting your hands on a gun legally requires an extreme amount of licensing, background checking, and renting, but doing it illegally is easier, cheaper, and will get you a lifetime behind bars if you're caught. There's a massive amount of surplus from the 21st century that was never found or turned into collections and a massive black market for it.
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>>5233573
Scavenge a metal pipe dense and heavy enough to shatter bones.
Buy a balaclava with some matching dark clothes and we can't forget about gloves.
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>>5233586
>>5233591
Due to inflation, the prices are ten times higher than they would be in the early 21st century. If you wanted to buy a big mac, in the past you would only need $4, but today that would run you $40. The minimum wage has been brought up to $15/hr but most jobs are automated or paid for less than that under the table. Most people get a UBI of $600-$1,000 a month to prevent civil unrest.

If you wanted to get your hands on a pair of brass knuckle dusters, you'd be spending $300 to rent them from the wal-mart/amazon conglomerate for the week. If you wanted to purchase them outright, that would be $3,000. Crafting them yourself would be easier but it's a felony to own unregistered weapons. It's also a felony to be unregistered super and to engage in vigilantism, so you don't give a damn.

>>5233591
Renting some low quality thick clothes would run you $400, purchasing them outright would be $4,000. If you got them from a thrift store or were willing to sink to searching a charity bin, that could be much cheaper or free. A balaclava is cheap to rent at $80 and a weekly rent, or to purchase for $800. Pepper spray is restricted to license holders and would cost $200 to rent, or $2,000 to purchase a bottle of upfront. You don't have a license but bug spray is unregulated and arguably as, or more effective. Improvising is very possible.
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>>5233608
Alright well lets craft some knucks.
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>>5233608
What kinds of heavy objects/weapons could we pass off as for our job? Hammers? Power tools? How easy would it be to say that we're expanding our business into the renovation market and what other tools could we get if we did that? Could we get an axe, or a sledgehammer? We'd need it for renovations in our new line of work, after all, nothing to see here officer!
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>>5233608
how about a sledgehammer you know for "construction"? maybe a Good Metal baseball bat.

>>5233559
we are fuck off big and tough we should play to our strengths instead of trying to be an agile swordsman if we are going to use a sword it should be something big and twohanded like a claymore.
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>>5233634
Im supporting sledgehammer if we can get one.
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>>5233634
>we are fuck off big and tough we should play to our strengths instead of trying to be an agile swordsman if we are going to use a sword it should be something big and twohanded like a claymore.
alright, im convinced, lets get a claymore
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>>5233639
>>5233634
+1 Claymore or sledgehammer
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>>5233633
As a freelance construction worker, if it can be used for renovations you're in the clear. You could pass for a handyman without any issues but most of the work you've been doing is hard labor.

>>5233634
A sledgehammer costs anywhere from $500 to $2,500 to rent, depending on its quality, and ten times that to purchase upfront. You could definitely get your hands on a sledgehammer. Unlike most people, you know how to swing one, and cracking a skull is much easier than driving a post. They're also extremely difficult to conceal and can be unwieldy in combat, opening you up to attacks, but I doubt you care. Concerning your size, you aren't a freak of nature, you're just 6'3 and 280 lbs of muscle in a time where the vast majority of the population are in various states of malnourished to obese.
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>>5233648
Then I'd say we either need to go for something like a mallet or use our ultra-durable fists(or knuckle dusters). Sledge is cool but we don't want too much attention right now.
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Deleted >>5233648 because I meant to say driving a post. Drywall is very fragile and easy to break. A child could do it with a screwdriver. Naturally, most insulation is done with drywall these days.
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>>5233652
we could just swing by a construction site and pick one up right?
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>>5233657
Yes, you could steal a sledgehammer without too much difficulty. If you used it for vigilante work and returned it, the construction company would likely make money from insurance if it was traced back to them. There's also a chance they would throw one of their workers under the bus but it's not a guarantee. You could also steal a sledgehammer and not return it, in which case it wouldn't be attached to your identity unless it was caught with your fingerprints or genetic material.
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>>5233659
I wouldn't mind stealing a sledgehammer.
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>>5233634
+1 claymore

Eventually anyways, but lets not pretend big and strong is slow like in vidya.

Really though, I think we should still carry a gun if/when we get the chance to loot some. Keeping a few tucked away can never be a bad idea, just like gadgets and such.
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>>5233634
I support a fucking sledgehammer and thick clothes.

But the prep we really need to do is hiding holes for our crap
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>>5233586
>>5233591
>>5233599
>>5233630
>>5233638
>>5233639
>>5233642
>>5233653
>>5233657
>>5233667
>>5233679
After thinking about it for a long time, you decide that you want a claymore. In your financial situation, a sledgehammer is the next best thing. Not too suspicious to have and intimidating as hell, but renting a sledgehammer and using one in a murder later that day or the next would trigger some suspicion. It would be better to steal one from a construction site. You don't like thieves and you don't like stealing but these companies are global monopolies worth hundreds of billions. If you need a sledgehammer, you'll steal one from them and their foreman can complain to their insurance, if he bothers to replace it. You know of a construction site a few blocks from here. They're working on a new apartment building. You know, their foreman is a member of the same company that laid you off after years of clocking in and busting your ass. Fuck them.

You don't have a balaclava on hand but you do have a nondescript grey hoodie and a scarf for dealing with the smog. Almost everyone does. Between that and your shades you aren't too recognizable. It's late at night so there won't be anyone there unless they have someone on watch, but you doubt it. You step out of your quad-pod pad without saying a word to any of your three roommates and hit the street. Nobody's out and the handful that are, are too busy staring at their cellphones to care.

>Roll 1d100+0 to steal a sledgehammer from a top-100 corporation
>Difficulty is 60/80/100.
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Rolled 19 (1d100)

>>5233700
Okay lets do this!
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Rolled 80 (1d100)

>>5233700
Let's go
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Rolled 95 (1d100)

>>5233700
here we go.
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Rolled 42 (1d100)

>>5233700
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>>5233705
>95 vs 60/80/100
>Excellent Success

You bob and weave between slack-jawed pedestrians and rusting cars that broke down and weren't worth the effort to repair for twenty minutes. You spot the construction site. It's been along for some time now. Eyeballing it, you would say they're only a month from finishing. Two if they're lazy. They probably are. Why work hard for air-conditioned suits? You did. You learned your lesson. You'll work for yourself. You look over your shoulder and don't spot anyone under the streetlights. You walk over into the construction site like you belong there and a few seconds later, you spot exactly what you were looking for. It's a sledgehammer and it is a nice sledgehammer. A wooden handle, quality steel head, fantastic. You swipe it and move on. Nobody sees you take it. Nobody sees you leave. On the way out, you spot an old lambo in a nearby parking lot. Something about it pisses you off. It's probably a rental from some fuck pretending to be rich, but it looks pricey. You turn to go and stop when you realize you have a sledgehammer. Nobody's watching. Nobody would know.

>Smash the lambo
>It's not your problem
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>>5233722
>It's not your problem

Bad idea, alarm can go off or someone can be passing by and for all we know the owner might not be a dick.
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>>5233722
>It's not your problem
There is absolutely somebody watching that we don't know about. That, or it belongs to somebody we don't want to fuck with.
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>>5233722
>>It's not your problem
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>>5233722
>It's not your problem
Let's not randomly vandalize.
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>>5233737
>>5233740
>>5233762
>>5233764
...Nah. It's not your problem. You're mad at the fucking world. Smashing somebody's lambo won't change that. You've got to keep your head in the game. Petey... that's who you want. That's who's going to get it. You look away from the lambo and move on. Nobody saw you take the sledgehammer. Nobody saw you leave. As far as the law is concerned, you were never here. On the way back to your pod, you make a detour and walk around in complicated route before you step into a nearby alleyway and head over to an abandoned dumpster. You pop the lid and sigh in relief. Both of your pipes are in there. Thick, full of rocks and sand, and capped-off to keep them contained. You don't know the exact weight. 50, 80 pounds maybe? All you know is that they've gotten lighter and lighter the more you work on carrying them. At first you couldn't even lift them. Now it's easy and it shows.

You gently hide the sledgehammer with them and pop the lid closed. You've already done your regimen for today but you'll be back tomorrow, or if not then, the next day, to do harder. There's no such thing as a cheat day. You've got to be mentally strong if you want to be physically strong. That's your philosophy. The mind is a muscle, it gets harder the more you do what you don't want to do but need to do. Eventually, you start wanting to do it. You can't imagine a week without working out. That would be a waste. You don't want to end up like these people on the streets. Like Petey. Never.

You head out into the sidewalk until you find a dented payphone. It wants your debit card but it's willing to settle for a scan of a ten dollar bill in its holding box. You could break it open but that might get some attention and besides that it's just pocket change. You take out Petey's business card. You found it in the trashcan outside of your neighbor's door. You're about to call Petey. The card says he's good twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. No wonder. He never leaves his fucking suite. Unless it's for a payday.

>Roll 1d100+0 to convince Petey to meet you for a loan
>Difficulty is 40/70/100
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Rolled 48 (1d100)

>>5233769
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>>5233407
Hard, but are you going for Blade Runner hard or Ghost in the Shell hard?
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Rolled 90 (1d100)

>>5233769
let's see if I can do better.
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Rolled 100 (1d100)

>>5233769
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>>5233787
Lol
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>>5233772
Ghost in the Shell. There are numerous intelligent and tech-focused supers working for the establishment. You think of it as the establishment because there's almost no distinction between corporate and government authority. Supers are rare, an estimated one-thousandth of the population has the potential for anomalous abilities and only fraction of those ever awaken to them.

>>5233787
>a crit this early
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>>5233787
>>5233791
>>5233792

Whew
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So I was thinking, say we get a gym up and going, it'd be a good cover for us being a hulking badass, it'd give us a revenue stream, as well as a way to clean money.

We could also stay on the lookout for promising candidates to train into fellow vigilantes perhaps. Having a handful of guys backing us up wouldn't be a bad call.
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>>5233792
My luck just kicks in the most unexpected moments.
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>>5233792
so I'm guessing he comes without protection.
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>>5233771
>>5233773
>>5233787
You call on the payphone. It rings for only a handful of seconds before the other end picks up. You can hear some heavy breathing and start talking. At the spur of the moment, you improvise a fake stutter and talk faster and higher-pitched than you normally do.

"H-hey, this is Petey, right? L-Look I don't want to bother you li-like this, but I've got some... got so-some gambling problems and I heard from a fffriend of mine that you could... maybe help me out?"

The loanshark responds immediately.

>"Oh! Sure can do, pal! You have some gambling debts you need taken care of? Go no further, you've got the one-and-only banker you'll ever need, right here, right now! What can I do you for?"

"S-So do you... um... do you ask questions? My background's a little sketchy and I-"

>"Don't worry 'bout it, kid. I give fair loans. muss, no fuss. How much were you hoping for?"

You pull a number out of your ass.

"...Fifty grand. I ca-can pay it back in a week."

You can almost hear him squeal like the pig he is.

>"Fifty K huh? Huh. Big spender! I like it. Yeah, yeah! I'll help you out. In fact... my schedule's clear right now. I can meet you, ah..."

"As soon as possible. Please! I r-really need this."

>"Yeah... Yeah, alright. I can do that! Where at?"

You think for a minute. Is he really about to meet you tonight, with no scheduled meeting, on a phone-call? Fuck, what a dumbass. You can't believe your luck.

>An alleyway far from yours. A classic for deals, and there won't be any witnesses.
>In the nearby park. It's rundown and full of junkies, he won't be expecting an ambush.
>A cheap diner. Maybe you can trick him into giving you some names over dinner.
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>>5233808
>An alleyway far from yours. A classic for deals, and there won't be any witnesses.
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>>5233808
>>In the nearby park. It's rundown and full of junkies, he won't be expecting an ambush.
Maybe there's a couple of guys there who've been fucked over by him and we can let them in on the beating, take some of the heat off of us.
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>>5233808
>In the nearby park. It's rundown and full of junkies, he won't be expecting an ambush.
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>>5233808
>An alleyway far from yours. A classic for deals, and there won't be any witnesses.
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>>5233808
>In the nearby park. It's rundown and full of junkies, he won't be expecting an ambush.
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>>5233808
>>An alleyway far from yours. A classic for deals, and there won't be any witnesses.
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>>5233792
Great. I prefer GiTS aesthetically and world-building...ly (that's a word shut up). Good quest so far, sir.

>>5233811
This.
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>>5233808
>>In the nearby park. It's rundown and full of junkies, he won't be expecting an ambush.
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>>5233808
>An alley
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>>5233811
>>5233815
>>5233818
>>5233824
>>5233825
"Uh... m-meet me at the Elming Meadows park." It's a barren, weed-filled shithole that's crawling with junkies. It's also wide in the open and a go-to for drug deals. He doesn't hesitate for a second.

>"Sure! I'll be there in no time. If I don't see you by 10:00 sharp, it's off. Got it?"

That's in an hour and a half. It'll take you thirty minutes just to walk there. Perfect.

"Uh-huh."

>"Good. You'll know it's me 'cause of the yellow rain slicker."

And the low-intensity earthquakes, but you hold your tongue.

"Gotcha. Uh, I'll be holding a sledgehammer."

>"Creative... I like it!"

Click. He didn't even say goodbye. Asshole. You guess you'll see him then. You take off and make good time. You're there in only twenty. He's not. It's no better than you remember. Everything's rusted apart or covered in graffiti. Sad. You remember the old pictures, when it was green and there were kids playing here. If nothing changes, it'll never be like that again. There are a few rough customers milling around, most looking like they've got about two teeth in their heads or are one stiff breeze away from a hospital bill. Some people would have problems turning up in a place like this out of nowhere. Not you. They see the sledgehammer and pretend they're busy with something else.

You sit on a bench and wait... and wait... and see a hatchback pull up on the edge of the field. A grotesquely fat man in a yellow rain slicker that would've been tight on someone half his size pushes open the driver side door and waddles out. He's already red in the face and panting. Pathetic. He has a full duffel bag, too, and skims over the park then brightens up when you sees the sledgehammer resting across your legs. His mind is on the money. Not once has he considered the dangers. You make a cold smile beneath your scarf and wait for him to come closer.

"HEY BUDDY! We talked on the phone, remember?" The voice is even more annoying in person. He gets within a few footsteps of the bench and you make a snap decision.

>Just beat him. Take the sledgehammer to his knees, and show him exactly what everyone he's stolen from thinks in front of the fuckers here.
>Get it over with quickly. Wait for him to get closer, then crush his windpipe, snatch the duffel bag, and run before anyone can react or call the gangs.
>Keep your cool. Invite him to sit on the bench, start chitchatting about your "gambling debts," and try to bait him into telling you who he knows and where you can find them.
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>>5233843
>>Get it over with quickly. Wait for him to get closer, then crush his windpipe, snatch the duffel bag, and run before anyone can react or call the gangs.
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>>5233843
>Keep your cool.
We want who he works for, who he has protecting him and maybe some other victims.

After that, his neck is gone and our hands are on his money
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>>5233843
>Just beat him. Take the sledgehammer to his knees, and show him exactly what everyone he's stolen from thinks in front of the fuckers here.
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>>5233843
>>Get it over with quickly. Wait for him to get closer, then crush his windpipe, snatch the duffel bag, and run before anyone can react or call the gangs.
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>>5233843
>Get it over with quickly. Wait for him to get closer, then crush his windpipe, snatch the duffel bag, and run before anyone can react or call the gangs.

I know the guy is a scumbag but doing this feels kinda wrong
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>>5233843
>Just beat him. Take the sledgehammer to his knees, and show him exactly what everyone he's stolen from thinks in front of the fuckers here.
It'd be good to make an example of him, and with a bit of enhanced interrogation we could learn a lot about his gang contacts as well as where he keeps his main stash. I'd say this or the chit chat choice, otherwise we're wasting the opportunity just braining him immediately without learning anything.
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>>5233843
>Just beat him. Take the sledgehammer to his knees, and show him exactly what everyone he's stolen from thinks in front of the fuckers here.
>make sure to take his dufflebag.
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Rolled 8 (1d100)

>>5233844
>>5233849
>>5233850
>>5233852
>>5233855
>>5233859
Rolling for Tiebreaker

>Just beat him: 1-50
>Get it over with quick: 51-100
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Rolled 72 (1d100)

>>5233862
so are we rolling now?
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>>5233869
Nah QM already rolled, looks like we're beating a fool.
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Rolled 71 (1d100)

>>5233862
You let him come closer. Your heart's pumping a hundred miles per hour and your hands are trembling on the wood. The plan is to clock him in the neck, then take the duffel bag with the money and run, but... the smell hits you, you look at his triple chin, and you remember pressing your ear to the door next to yours and hearing the kids inside crying because they wouldn't be eating tonight. You stand and lift the sledgehammer. There's a pressure building in the back of your head. You clench down and the dam bursts and all of the rage you've held in your life comes pouring out.

The fat fuck looks confused for a second. "Hey, hey, what's happen-"

"RAAAGH!" You swing the sledgehammer, like you have a thousand times.

>Roll 1d100+20 to beat Petey
>+20 from Sheer Power
>Difficulty is 40/60/80
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Rolled 64 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>5233873
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Rolled 11 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>5233873
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Rolled 84 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>5233873
last one.
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>>5233883
F-F-FATALITY!!!!
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>>5233873
>>5233877
>>5233883
Jesus christ he's dead
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>>5233877
>>5233878
>>5233883
>104 vs 40/60/80
>Excellent Success

The hammer falls. CRUNCH. His left knee is shattered and he collapses on his side. For a moment, he doesn’t understand what’s happening and cries but you drown it with out. “FUCK YOU!” Again. CRUNCH. There goes the other knee. He weeps and tries to crawl away. CRUNCH. Again! CRUNCH. AGAIN! CRUNCH.

“FUUUCK YOOOU! You hear that Petey? DO YOU FUCKING HEAR THAT, YOU FAT MOTHERFUCKER?” He groans and sobs. “Wh-why are you doi-” CRUNCH. “THAT’S THE SOUND OF YOUR FUCKING FEMUR SNAPPING IN TWO!” You take the sledgehammer over your head and make an overhand swing into his side. It’s a flesh wound at most, but you felt something crack underneath, and he’s gone incoherent. “Let’s hear it again, yeah? LET’S FUCKING HEAR IT AGAIN!” The loanshark’s in so much shock he can’t even bring tears to his eyes.

CRUNCH. “YOU KNOW WHY I’M DOING THIS!” CRUNCH. “Pleeease! No! NO! I’s ju-” CRUNCH. “Aaaagh! M-Makin’ a living!” CRUNCH. “MAKING A FUCKING LIVING, HUH. HUH… YEAH, ALRIGHT. HOW ABOUT FUCKING DEBORAH REID, HUH? RING ANY FUCKING BELLS?” You kick him in the head. You feel teeth cave in from the tip of your boot. “An old fucking lady… Needed money for her husband’s cancer treatment, and what do you do when she can’t pay?” The toad sobs. “...nooo” You remember the rumors. “You take your FUCKING GOONS…” CRUNCH. “and you break into her fucking home…” CRUNCH. “AND TAKE A FUCKING BLOWTORCH TO HER FACE! RAAAGH! YOU FAT, WORTHLESS-!” CRUNCH. “THIEVING-!” CRUNCH. “BITCH-ASS MOTHERFUCKER!” CRUNCH. CRUNCH. CRUNCH.

He’s curled into a fetal position. One of his arms is limp and both of his legs are in pieces. You haven’t even started on the torso. “You’re getting what you fucking deserve.” CRUNCH. “And you fucking know it, too.” There goes his lower ribcage. Now he’s coughing blood. You take the sledgehammer over your head, the veins in your shoulders tense, and you come to your senses. You look over at the park. Most of the locals are turning a blind eye. The ones that aren’t are either grinning at his body or staring with a dark satisfaction. This poor bastard will never be the same. You’re a fucking monster. There’s tears of rage in your eyes. No... Petey has hurt a lot of decent people and he didn’t lose a minute of sleep over it.

>Grill him for info. Let him think you’ll let him live if he talks.
>You’ve gone far enough. Cave in his head and get going.
>Break him some more. Then let him live, to set an example.
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>>5233843
>>Keep your cool. Invite him to sit on the bench, start chitchatting about your "gambling debts," and try to bait him into telling you who he knows and where you can find them.

I mean, why not?
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>>5233915
>Break him some more. Then let him live, to set an example.
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>>5233915
>Grill him for info. Let him think you’ll let him live if he talks.
If we let him live he'll just send goons after us for sure. Lets get the info, cap em and then skedaddle.
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>>5233915
>You’ve gone far enough. Cave in his head and get going.
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>>5233915
>You’ve gone far enough. Cave in his head and get going.
we got our justice it's time to go.
>take the duffle bag.
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>>5233915
>Grill him for info. Let him think you’ll let him live if he talks.
Get the info, kill him, then grab the duffel bag.
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>>5233883
Galagher time.
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>>5233915
>Grill him for info. Let him think you’ll let him live if he talks.

Ask about the goons who totrured old lady. If we are going all the way might as well deliver some justice to them too. After getting the info kill him quick, grab the money and fucking run.
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>>5233915
>You’ve gone far enough. Cave in his head and get going.
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>>5233915
>grill him
>Give me your gang friends, who leads them, where are they.
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>>5233940
Fuck no. Im changing to:

>You’ve gone far enough. Cave in his head and get going.
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>>5233922
>>5233925
>>5233941
>>5233949
You bring the sledgehammer down with all of your might. CRUNCH. The side of Petey’s skull has caved in and a pool of blood is bubbling out of the hole you’ve made. He’s spasming and seizing back and forth. You take the sledgehammer over your head, and in an instant end the pain. THUMP. The body has gone limp. It hits you that you’ve killed man. Your hands shake as you remember those punks in the alleyway. He wasn’t the first. With any luck, he won’t be the last.

You step back from the corpse, grab the duffel bag, and run in the opposition direction that you arrived. At the edge of the park, you turn around and see a couple of junkies are getting in the hatchback. A few of them are throwing rocks at the body while another is going through his pockets. An emaciated man with glassy eyes looks to them and then to you with a spaced-out smile. It’s too much. You can’t keep looking at this. You leave the park and then you’re in the clear. This’ll be on the local news later: ‘Loanshark murdered in known drug den, tune in for the weather at 11:00.’ People in the apartment will be talking, too. Your heart stops beating so fast after you get a couple of blocks away from the scene. You clutch the duffel bag to your chest and remember the sledgehammer. Thank fuck you wore gloves.

>Keep the sledgehammer. You'll use it again, maybe, keep your options open.
>Drop it in an alleyway. You can get one that isn't red-hot without any problems.

After that, you decide what to do with the duffel bag in the flickering light outside of a closed diner. Looks like some sort of burger place. You unzip the bag, catch your breath, and run your fingers through stacks of hundred dollar bills. Petey brought the money. All of the money. You’re holding $50,000. That’s enough to pay your rent for two and a half months, or get your hands on a gun, or feed those kids. First you need to decide how you’re going to handle it. You can't be caught with this.

>Hide the duffel bag in your usual spot. It's worked so far, shouldn't be any different now.
>Take the duffel bag back into your pod. Your roommates don't usually ask any questions.
>Look for another, more distant hiding spot. This needs to be as far away from you as possible.
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>>5233965
>Keep the sledgehammer. You'll use it again, maybe, keep your options open.
>Hide the duffel bag in your usual spot. It's worked so far, shouldn't be any different now.
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>>5233965
>>Keep the sledgehammer. You'll use it again, maybe, keep your options open.
>>Hide the duffel bag in your usual spot. It's worked so far, shouldn't be any different now.
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>>5233965
>Drop it in an alleyway. You can get one that isn't red-hot without any problems.
Why would we keep this shit?
>Look for another, more distant hiding spot. This needs to be as far away from you as possible.
Big risk of it being stolen unless we hide it very well, but there's a bigger risk of people connecting it to us if we hide it in our usual stash. Bringing it for our roommates to find is also pretty dumb. At this stage we can't afford to have a big gang gunning for us constantly, not to mention the cops.
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>>5233965
>Keep the sledgehammer. You'll use it again, maybe, keep your options open.
We went through the trouble of stealing it, let's keep it.
>Look for another, more distant hiding spot. This needs to be as far away from you as possible.
But we do need a very good spot to hide this thing
>>
I just realized, the anons who think going the Homelander route are smart. Having cyberhorror mods out the ass covers up our super-status, while also allowing us to gain something of a superpower (really good augments) while staying within the established culture of the world.

TLDR: we'll be able to bullshit away our superness because we'll have god tier augs
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>>5233965
>Keep the sledgehammer. You'll use it again, maybe, keep your options open.
>Hide the duffel bag in your usual spot. It's worked so far, shouldn't be any different now.
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>>5233887
Raiden?

>>5233916
Nigga, you late af.

>>5233965
>>Drop it in an alleyway. You can get one that isn't red-hot without any problems.
Better safe than sorry. This is cyberpunk. Even in our world (IRL), pigs solve murders based on a spec of spit found at the crime scene decades prior. We can get a lead spitter for ourselves with some of the money. Play. It. Safe.

>Hide the duffel bag in your usual spot. It's worked so far, shouldn't be any different now.
This is a nice middle ground between the other two options. Keeping it uber close to us is risky. Sure, roommates """usually""" don't ask questions, but what if they do? What if it isn't a "usual" day? We're done.

Stashing it far away from us would likely see it recovered or found by stragglers, which would (somewhat) undermine what we did in the first place. Thus, keeping it in our usual spot is the best bet.
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>>5233966
>>5233969
>>5233989
You can find another hiding spot later, when you aren't carrying a bloody sledgehammer and duffel bag crammed full of money. For now, they'll both go in the dumpster. Your face was concealed during the act and you've already memorized where the security cameras on the path are and aren't carrying a cell phone, so you're confident you won't be linked to the killing. It's not like Petey didn't have plenty of enemies. Man was a piece of shit. Maybe you went too far, but maybe you didn't go far enough. People like him are the reason this world's a piece of shit. You don't know how to describe the feeling as you stash your loot. In some small, petty way, you've made a serious change. Whatever gang the loanshark was involved in, you'll find out later and then... well, you'll decide what to do then.

For now, you go back into your pod. It helps that you like taking night walks. None of your roommates seem to care that you were gone for two hours. It shouldn't take long for the news to spread. All you need to do is keep your head down and don't get dragged into more than you can chew. Like you do every night, you spend a couple of minutes doing push-ups on the shared floorspace, then crawl into your pod and go to sleep. You don't have any dreams.

When you wake, it's early in the morning and you have a day ahead. Saturday, which means it won't be strange if you're out and about. It wouldn't be strange if it were Monday through Friday either, most people don't have jobs. Even you're only on gigs.

What do you want to do today?

>Do some digging and find out what major gangs and supers are active in the area.
>Search for an arms dealer who isn't the type to snitch on his customers to the gangs.
>Make a shopping run in a few places around town, paid for in cash, very subtle.
>Lay low, do your regular exercises, then kick back and relax. You've earned it.
>Nevermind that. You have another idea...
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>>5234015
>Make a shopping run in a few places around town, paid for in cash, very subtle.
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>>5234015
>>Do some digging and find out what major gangs and supers are active in the area.
Let's get informed on who we're dealing with before we do anything else.
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>>5234015
>Make a shopping run in a few places around town, paid for in cash, very subtle.
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>>5234015
>Do some digging and find out what major gangs and supers are active in the area.
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>>5234015
>Do some digging and find out what major gangs and supers are active in the area.
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>>5234015
>>Make a shopping run in a few places around town, paid for in cash, very subtle.
>>
Rolled 1 (1d100)

>>5234017
>>5234023
>>5234050
>>5234092
>>5234103
>>5234143
You want to deepen your knowledge of what you're up against but you also need to use some of that loan cash. Last night could've gone much worse. Things moved too quickly and you didn't prepare. It was a stroke of luck that you had everything you needed when the opportunity struck, but that was the bare minimum and you can't survive on the bare minimum. You can calm down. You have nothing but time. The only question is which priority is more important.

>Do some digging: 1-50
>Make a shopping run: 51-100
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>>5234162
How can you even be asking yourself that? No amount of mall ninja shit can measure up to knowing what you're doing. You can forget the duffel bag for now. Best to give it a day or two while you get your bearings on being a vigilante. This is something you want to commit to.

>Search the Internet: The odds are it's going to be sanitized and corpo-filtered garbage but it should have an equal spread. If you leave your phone at home and use a public terminal, it won't be traced back to you easily.
>Ask Around: The worst part about society is how everyone's crammed together and far apart at the same time. You don't know anybody and don't have any friends but it's worth taking a shot. You aren't exactly anonymous but it isn't the weirdest thing to be curious about.
>Hit the Streets: Fuck it. The best way to learn something is by doing something. You'll get the sledgehammer, take your mask, and walk around until you see an obvious gang member, then you'll do some vigilante work. By the end of that, you should be well-informed.
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>>5234173
>Hit the Streets: Fuck it. The best way to learn something is by doing something. You'll get the sledgehammer, take your mask, and walk around until you see an obvious gang member, then you'll do some vigilante work. By the end of that, you should be well-informed.

We haven't served enough justice yet
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>>5234173
>>Ask Around: The worst part about society is how everyone's crammed together and far apart at the same time. You don't know anybody and don't have any friends but it's worth taking a shot. You aren't exactly anonymous but it isn't the weirdest thing to be curious about.
>>
>>5234173
>>Search the Internet: The odds are it's going to be sanitized and corpo-filtered garbage but it should have an equal spread. If you leave your phone at home and use a public terminal, it won't be traced back to you easily.
>>
>>5234162
>>Ask Around: The worst part about society is how everyone's crammed together and far apart at the same time. You don't know anybody and don't have any friends but it's worth taking a shot. You aren't exactly anonymous but it isn't the weirdest thing to be curious about.

It's probably more reliable than the web but not as dangerous as hitting the streets
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>>5234173
>>Ask Around: The worst part about society is how everyone's crammed together and far apart at the same time. You don't know anybody and don't have any friends but it's worth taking a shot. You aren't exactly anonymous but it isn't the weirdest thing to be curious about.
>>
>>5234173
>Ask Around: The worst part about society is how everyone's crammed together and far apart at the same time. You don't know anybody and don't have any friends but it's worth taking a shot. You aren't exactly anonymous but it isn't the weirdest thing to be curious about.
>>
>>5234173
>Ask Around: The worst part about society is how everyone's crammed together and far apart at the same time. You don't know anybody and don't have any friends but it's worth taking a shot. You aren't exactly anonymous but it isn't the weirdest thing to be curious about.
>>
>>5233633
A screwdriver or a fork could be a pretty good secondary weapon. With the augmented strength, you could easily turn it lethal and it's a lot easier to make excuses for it than a sledgehammer.
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>>5234173
>Ask Around: The worst part about society is how everyone's crammed together and far apart at the same time. You don't know anybody and don't have any friends but it's worth taking a shot. You aren't exactly anonymous but it isn't the weirdest thing to be curious about.
>>
>>5234173
>Ask Around: The worst part about society is how everyone's crammed together and far apart at the same time. You don't know anybody and don't have any friends but it's worth taking a shot. You aren't exactly anonymous but it isn't the weirdest thing to be curious about.
Don't be too obvious about it, somebody asking a ton of questions is still hella suspicious.
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>>5232674
Late but
dice+1d100
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Rolled 19 (1d100)

>>5234542
Dumdum
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Rolled 52 (1d100)

>>5234223
>>5234232
>>5234235
>>5234250
>>5234269
>>5234293
>>5234488
You can't trust the network. The corpos have too much control and they can trace anything you do back to you. Their influence is everywhere, cameras, tracking devices, and who knows how many shackled AIs and brainy supers looking for patterns. Too dangerous. You'll ask around instead. You'll start with your roommates, make it seem all casual. Besides, it's been weeks since you've talked to one. They're boring and lazy but maybe they aren't ignorant too.

>Roll 1d100+0 to Ask Around
>Difficulty is 60/80/100
>>
Rolled 56 (1d100)

>>5234642
1
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Rolled 7 (1d100)

>>5234642
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Rolled 13 (1d100)

>>5234642

Cursed.
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>>5234644
>>5234645
>>5234652
very cursed
>>
>Anon tries to socialize
>>5234644
>>5234645
>>5234652
>>5234653
quite predictable in my opinion
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>>5234656
Gangs REEEEEEEEEEEE
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>>5234644
>>5234645
>>5234652
>56 vs 60/80/100
>Failure

Only one of your roommates is in right now, a skinny asian dude who's doing something with a tablet in the shared floorspace. You don't remember his name but he probably doesn't remember yours, so you should be fine, right? You grab him by the shoulder and shake it. His hand slips and he curses. "What the fuck man." He's glaring at you but he looks more annoyed than angry so you ask. "Hey, do you know anything about the GANGS?" The man is careful to turn the tablet away from your line of sight. "Like, the local criminals? The people that do CRIME. Do you know anything about them? Do any of them have any-- CYBORG superpowers?" He puts a palm to his face, wipes the gunk out of his eyes, and scowls. "I don't want to talk to you. Piss off." He goes back to his tablet and ignores your questions. You aren't sure what you did wrong. Your attempt at conversation was direct, legible, and had an interesting subject.

Maybe there's something you're not seeing, though, you really aren't used to talking to people. Most won't even make eye contact or follow a thread of conversation longer than a minute. At least people doing hard work gigs can pay attention for a minute. Ah well. You'll ask around outside. Talking to random people on the street isn't any different from talking to random people on the internet, kind of. You look for people in the apartment and they all suddenly have somewhere else to be, a few even get nervous and run when they see you coming. It isn't any better outside. Pedestrians don't want anything to do with you and you can't manage to flag down a car longer than two seconds. The handful of times you manage to force a conversation, it goes exactly like the one with your roommate. By the end of the day you've been stared at like you're a two-headed circus freak too damned many times, so you call it off. They're all too buried in their little slice of the network for real life. That's what it is, yeah. Fucking corpos.

It's getting to nighttime and you don't have anywhere else to be.

>Spend some Money: You need to get your hands on some functioning gear. Maybe even a real gat.
>Do some Charity: It might be too soon but your neighbor's in a bad place. That family needs that cash more than you. Hell, some of it's probably already theirs.
>Punish Mr. Nenbauer: Not tonight, for now you'll just start making a plan to.
>Break Into Petey's Apartment: It's only a matter of time before it's investigated. There's bound to be something.
>Go out on the Town: You're too lonely, you need to make a friend. Maybe you'll check out that burger joint.
>Hit the Streets: Forget the loanshark. This is when the gangs are most likely to be active anyway.
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>>5234676
>>Spend some Money: You need to get your hands on some functioning gear. Maybe even a real gat.
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>>5234676
>>Break Into Petey's Apartment: It's only a matter of time before it's investigated. There's bound to be something.
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>>5234676
>>Break Into Petey's Apartment: It's only a matter of time before it's investigated. There's bound to be something.
>>
>>5234676
>Break Into Petey's Apartment: It's only a matter of time before it's investigated. There's bound to be something.
>>
>>5234676
>Spend some Money: You need to get your hands on some functioning gear. Maybe even a real gat.

>>5234710
>>5234740
>>5234748
i bet we would run into some unwanted attention
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>>5234676
>Break Into Petey's Apartment: It's only a matter of time before it's investigated. There's bound to be something.
There might be some clues as to who the lardball was working for.
>>
>>5234676
>>Break Into Petey's Apartment: It's only a matter of time before it's investigated. There's bound to be something.
>>
>>5234710
>>5234740
>>5234748
>>5234775
>>5234783
It's risky but you only have a short window of time before suspicion makes it impossible. A week at most and it'll only get riskier the longer you wait. Petey didn't leave his suite for anything outside of business but the types of men he was doing business with are the type to keep tabs. Considering the way he made a living, the heat from a legal investigation might mean his death won't even be reported to the police. You're looking at criminal association at the very least. You think it's worse than that. If half the rumors you've heard are true, the goons he had working with him were the worst kind of scum.

The type you should be careful about getting on your trail. If there's one good thing about being lonely, it's that there's no loved ones your enemies can hold hostage, or worse. You decide the potential gain outweighs the risks. Petey's pad is on the second highest floor of the apartment, where things get pricey. There's some rich folks there, lotto winners, middle managers, and all kinds of asshole. None as bad as Petey though. You don't think anyone would care if you broke in but if the police were called, they might. You don't know how secure it is but while you doubt anything in it could phase you, a locked door might force you into taking some hard action.

How do you want to approach this?

>Quiet: You'll act like you belong, pry the door open and get to work. If you can't do it without catching any attention, cut your losses and call it off.
>Loud: No planning. You'll break open the door, rummage as fast as you can, and bail with whatever you can find. In and out in five minutes.
>Quiet, then Loud: If the silent approach doesn't work, you'll forgo stealth and kick the door in. Best of both worlds.
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>>5234794
>Quiet: You'll act like you belong, pry the door open and get to work. If you can't do it without catching any attention, cut your losses and call it off.
This is why we should have grilled the fool.
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>>5234794
>Quiet: You'll act like you belong, pry the door open and get to work. If you can't do it without catching any attention, cut your losses and call it off.
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>>5234794
>Quiet: You'll act like you belong, pry the door open and get to work. If you can't do it without catching any attention, cut your losses and call it off.
>>
>>5234794
>Quiet: You'll act like you belong, pry the door open and get to work. If you can't do it without catching any attention, cut your losses and call it off.
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>>5234796
>>5234799
>>5234811
>>5234822
You can't take any unneccessary risks this early on. Petey's suite is bound to have what you need, money, information, but if you can't get in quiet, you'll walk away and find them somewhere else. The loanshark wasn't the only fish in the sea and you plan to cast a wide net. You've concealed your identity as much as possible. Hopefully nobody's paying attention to hallway traffic on the cameras.

Here goes nothing.

>Roll 1d100+0 to Break-In
>Difficulty is 80/90/100
>>
Rolled 25 (1d100)

>>5234837
Nice and quiet
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Rolled 26 (1d100)

>>5234837
>>
>>5234840
Fuck
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Rolled 11 (1d100)

>>5234837
Here goes nothing
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>>5234853
Fuck
>>
curse is real
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>>5234837
Sneaky-beaky-like.
>>
Rolled 66 + 0 (1d100 + 0)

>>5234868
God fucking damnit.
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>>5234840
>>5234841
>>5234853
Looks like we used up our luck with the crit
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>>5234840
>>5234841
>>5234853
>26 vs 80/90/100

And... he has a deadbolt. If you lean on the door and press your cheek against the side, you can almost see inside, you're so close to finding everything he has in there, maybe everything he knows, yet so far. Fuck. The door's locked. You can't get in quietly and breaking it down would make more noise than you can get away with. Maybe you can come back later with some tools. A crowbar or something and a heavy coat to hide it under. It would be easy enough. Just slide and CRACK, then no more noise. You'd have the whole space to yourself for as long as you needed but now you're just fantasizing.

Anything more complicated than that's a no go. You wouldn't even know how to pick a lock if you had the tools. All of that time exercising and none of it went into training. You don't know how to fight. You're big, yeah, strong, yeah, and you know your way around most kinds of tools but that's no substitute for actual combat skill. You can ignore a bullet, knives can't pierce your skin, and you don't know how badly someone would fuck their hand if they tried to punch you, but that's not everything. What the hell happens if you fight a grappler who can get you pinned long enough for his friends to get there with some handcuffs? What about some of those cyborg freaks you've heard about, with sawblade limbs rated for titanium? Fuck, what if you ran into another super that knew what the fuck he's doing?
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>>5234897
You don't know the upper limit of your durability and you don't want to find out if you can help it. You need to play things smart and lay low until you can get the things you need: information, equipment, actual skills. You don't know where to start with any of that. You're going to have to find out. You go back to your pad and take a two minute cold shower. After that, you do some pushups in the shared floorspace and crawl into your pod. You feel so cramped, like you're suffocating in a haze of stale air and subtle poison. You've always felt like this. The only difference now is that you don't feel vulnerable. You're just one man but you can take a bullet to the head, and that's more than most.

You wake up next morning at the crack of dawn. It's Sunday. The megacity streets are your oyster.

What do you want to do today?

>Try to find some online tutorials for how to fight. Not on your own connection, of course. Maybe you could incorporate some of what you find into your training.
>Find a gym that does some kind of combat sport, the more underground the better. Most of these are neutered or hidden and any you found would probably be a long walk away.
>Search for a reliable arms dealer. You've been putting it off but an unregistered gat or something heavier would massively improve your combat effectiveness.
>Go shopping for some actual equipment. Doing these jobs in your regular clothes is risky, even if they are generic and don't stand out in a crowd.
>Just hang out in a few public places and try to get a handle on how to talk to people. It'll be tricky but it might help you later on. You might overhear something while you're at it.
>Nevermind that. You have another idea.
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>>5234899
>Find a gym that does some kind of combat sport, the more underground the better. Most of these are neutered or hidden and any you found would probably be a long walk away.

>Look for an old bookstore that would have old world books in it, and look for old army combat manuals and martial arts books.

If we can't do both then just the bookstore.
>>
>>5234905
*1
>>
>>5234899
>Nevermind that. You have another idea.
>Find a couple sets of clothes for doing this vigilante stuff in. Not your normal style but still blending in and as cheap as you can reasonably get. Maybe the charity bins aren't such a bad idea.
>>
>>5234899
>>Look for an old bookstore that would have old world books in it, and look for old army combat manuals and martial arts books.
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Rolled 31 (1d100)

>>5234905
>>5234938
>>5234976
You've got plenty of time. If you're careful how you spend the money you took from Petey's duffel bag, at your current lifestyle you'll be in the black for at least a month. Finding a gym that could show you the ropes about how to fight more than throwing haymakers would be ideal. The problem is that's not a guarantee. You taught yourself how to workout and kept a good form until you've gotten real, serious results and you don't see any reason it would be different for combat sports, styles, whatever they're called. You aren't too informed on the terminology but the megacity is a big place and there's bound to be somewhere you can find a manual or book focusing on it. Not this electric PDF that can get scanned without you ever knowing about it, or that having one shipped in and getting you on a priority-list for police investigations shit. You're talking paper for a fistful of cash. Caveman technology these days but if that's what it takes, that's what it takes.

>Roll 2d100+0, 1st for finding a gym, 2nd for finding a bookstore. No reason you can't look for both at the same time.
>Difficulty is 80/90/100 for both. Later attempts will be easier if you fail this time. You aren't using technology to search and have a massive amount of ground to cover.
>>
Rolled 59, 3 = 62 (2d100)

>>5234992
>>
Rolled 36 (1d100)

>>5234992
>>
Rolled 51 (1d100)

>>5234992
this is for the bookstore
>>
Rolled 49, 42 = 91 (2d100)

>>5234992
>>
Rolled 39, 18 = 57 (2d100)

>>5234992
>>
>>5234993
>>5234996
>>5234999
>>5235023
>59 vs 80/90/100
>Failure
>51 vs 80/90/100
>Failure

You honestly fucking hate this place. Between the constant noise, sweaty crowds, and reckless traffic you're on the brink of losing it. No wait, you've already lost it, back at Elming Meadows, then back at that alleyway, and earlier, when you... No, nevermind that. You've been walking around cityblocks for hours now and no dice. Nothing. No gyms. No bookstores. Closest things you've seen are a dilapidated Planet Fitness and a pristine Amazon warehouse. Neither are any help, they just piss you off. It's almost nighttime, when everyone smart gets off the streets and some fools gamble with their lives. You smile at the thought. You'd rather be in the streets than crammed the pod. Always have. At least out here, death tends to be quick.

>What do you want to do?

>Keep searching for a gym or bookstore of any kind. It's dangerous to be out at night, for any punk that'd try to knife you, anyway.
>Try to hit some of the department stores. Most are open 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, and you have enough cash you don't need to rent.
>Go looking for trouble. You've got an itch since you took down Petey. There's worse out there, hurting decent people while society twiddles its thumbs.
>Return to the pad, sleep in the pod, do your best not to eat the bugs and be grateful your roommates aren't the pushy type.
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>>5235038
>Go looking for trouble. You've got an itch since you took down Petey. There's worse out there, hurting decent people while society twiddles its thumbs.
>>
>>5235038
>Keep searching for a gym or bookstore of any kind. It's dangerous to be out at night, for any punk that'd try to knife you, anyway.
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>>5235038
>>Keep searching for a gym or bookstore of any kind. It's dangerous to be out at night, for any punk that'd try to knife you, anyway.
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>>5235038
>>Keep searching for a gym or bookstore of any kind. It's dangerous to be out at night, for any punk that'd try to knife you, anyway.
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Rolled 19 (1d100)

>>5235044
>>5235046
>>5235058
You don't care if it's dark outside. That just means you'll rely on the light coming out of the street lamps and billboard screens. You'll keep at it until you find what you're looking for.

>Roll 2d100+0, 1st for finding a gym, 2nd for finding a bookstore.
>Difficulty is 75/85/95 for both.
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Rolled 94, 31 = 125 (2d100)

>>5235060
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Rolled 31, 90 = 121 (2d100)

>>5235060
i really don't want to roll now.
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>>5235060
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Rolled 18, 61 = 79 (2d100)

>>5235060
>>5235064
Dumbass
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>>5235061
>>5235062
>>5235064
>>5235066
>94 vs 75/85/95
>Excellent Success
>90 vs 75/85/95
>Excellent Success

You keep up the search and two hours later in a seedier part of town, you've found a lead. There's a torn poster in an alleyway with a crude sketch of a fist knocking a man's teeth out and an address scribbled underneath. Some writing too. You lean in closer to read.

>DON'T WANT TO BE LIKE THIS GUY? COME DOWN TO MARCELO'S MOSH PIT! TRY-OUTS 5 PM EVERY SECOND TUESDAY OF THE MONTH!

>ENTRY FEE IS $500, CASH, NON-NEGOTIABLE!

>NO QUITTERS ALLOWED!

A 'Mosh Pit'? Doesn't sound too professional but $500 is cheap enough. Try-outs are in only two days, too. Maybe it's worth taking a look at. You move on and just enjoy the cold night air. When there's so many less people out, you can relax a little. Never let your guard down, but not worry about someone snatching your wallet or gutting you for a laugh and melting back in the crowd. The air's filthy, every now and then you catch a whiff of sewage and if you aren't careful soot's a given. You notice that it bothers you less now. You're breathing as much as you normally do but the whole situation feels different. On a whim, you decide to hold your breath and stop after a minute doesn't leave you lightheaded. That's kind of cool. Maybe you need less oxygen? You think you need to experiment with your superpower and find out its limits but really, how do you do that with durability without hurting yourself? Fuck, are you even capable of generating enough force to hurt yourself? Does it even matter? Who knows. About that experimenting thought... you'll think of something sooner or later.
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Rolled 91, 90 = 181 (2d100)

>>5235116
Maybe not tonight. On a whim, you take a detour down a dimly lit road and stop after you spot a squat brick building nestled in the concrete. An old white coat of paint has flaked off and the front windows are in piss-poor condition, but you press on the glass and spot row after row of bookshelves. There's a cracked sign out front.

>MORRISON GRANT MEMORIAL LIBRARY
>OPEN 7-10 ON WEEKDAYS
>DONATIONS WELCOME!
>HAVE A BLESSED DAY!

A library, huh? You've never heard of the namesake but they're bound to have something here. Looks like it'll be open tomorrow. You'll be back. You've never been to a library. You've seen them in cartoons and so on when you were younger but you've never actually walked through one's front door. This might be neat. Food for thought.

Now that you've found some of what you're looking for, you start walking back to your pad and all is well and good. Then you hear a loud gunshot off in the distance, followed by a couple more and some muffled shouting. It's about half a block away. If you ran you could get there in time to see what's going on but it's probably low level gang shit. Do you really want to mess with that? The few other people on the streets are running in the opposite direction or staring at their cellphones, desensitized. You're just standing there, mulling it over.

>Check out the scene. This could be a lead to something serious.
>Just keep walking. You don't even have a proper mask.
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>>5235117
>Check out the scene. This could be a lead to something serious.
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>>5235117
>Check out the scene. This could be a lead to something serious.
We should spread the word.
People talking about our actions can net us some support, and no-one knows what we did to the loan shark.
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>>5235117
>>Check out the scene. This could be a lead to something serious.
Never pass up a chance for a free gun.
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>>5235117
>Check out the scene. This could be a lead to something serious.
Time for some rep
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>>5235130
>>5235147
>>5235210
>>5235226
Normally, you would turn around and walk away but you aren’t normal anymore. You’re fucking bulletproof. You take off running toward the gunshot and hear another, and a dozen more in rapid succession. Someone screams profanity and coming closer through an alleyway you can make out some details. There’s a pair of men in nondescript clothes crouched behind a dumpster, one with a compact, extended magazine pistol of some kind, the second with a shotgun. They’re exchanging fire with a group on the other side of the street. That’s where the screaming came from. On the far sidewalk, there’s a shirtless man with a blue bandanna around his neck and a gaping hole in his stomach. You hear the crack of a nearby rifle and the fallen man’s forehead has a new hole. On the other side of the street, someone fires back and you hear the slump of a corpse hitting concrete. Neither side seems to have spotted you and your mind is racing. Everything's moving fast. Did you just walk into a turf war?

>Try to get a wider view of what’s happening. You need the numbers.
>Attempt to wrestle the shotgun away from the man behind the dumpster.
>Bum rush the gang, you think that's what it is, on the other side of the street.
>Nevermind that. You have another idea.
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>>5235338
>>Try to get a wider view of what’s happening. You need the numbers.
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>>5235338
>Try to get a wider view of what’s happening. You need the numbers.
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>>5235338
>>Nevermind that. You have another idea.
Hide and wait until some gun user falls, then rush in and steal his gun
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>>5235338
>>Try to get a wider view of what’s happening. You need the numbers.
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>>5235338
>Try to get a wider view of what’s happening. You need the numbers.
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>>5235364
Seconding this.
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>>5235338
>>Try to get a wider view of what’s happening. You need the numbers.
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>>5235338
>>Try to get a wider view of what’s happening. You need the numbers
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Rolled 57, 84, 57 = 198 (3d100)

>>5235346
>>5235362
>>5235456
>>5235459
>>5235588
>>5235590
You can't act until you know the situation. Bullets are flying from both sides of the street and if you weren't a super you'd be in lethal danger. As it is, you don't know if you have any reason to worry but you don't want to find out.

>Roll 1d100+0 to scout
>Difficulty is 60/80/100
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Rolled 99 (1d100)

>>5235761
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Rolled 95 (1d100)

>>5235761
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Holy shit
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>>5235768
>>5235767
i'm not gonna be the one to fuck this up lmao.
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Rolled 78 (1d100)

Then I will.

>>5235761
>>5235774
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Rolled 49, 64, 77 = 190 (3d100)

>>5235767
>>5235768
>>5235781
>99 vs 60/80/100
>Excellent Success

You can't think about things on a street basis. There's an urban sprawl all around you stretching into the sky and beneath your feet. Instead of running in front of the dumpster or taking a detour around, you grab onto a nearby fire escape and shimmy up the ladder. Once you've got some distance, you get your hands on the concrete ridges below the windows, then brace your feet for a clear vantage point three stories off of the ground. Nobody saw you, nobody looks up. From here, you have the perfect vantage point. There are seven men in blue bandannas scattered up and down their side of the street, armed with a smattering of pistols and what look like two shotguns that have had their barrels cut down for ease of movement. They seem disorganized and some are in threadbare clothes, others are missing threads entirely, either shirtless or shoeless. Two more in the same getup are already dead. The first that you saw, and a second fallen over near the dumpster street's alleyway with an exposed ribcage and lake of gore pooling on the concrete.

You can see five men with the same general demeanor, all wearing baggy hoodies or long coats, and every one is wielding a long gun with some degree of competence. Except for the one with the pistol but- RATATATAT, a man's shoulder is winged and you realize that's not a pistol at all. They're much closer together, in the alleyway you walked into or the one immediately to its left, and you would think they weren't expecting a fight from their positioning but you notice that they're laying down overlapping fields of fire and there's a masked man in a second story window on the opposite street, aiming a heavy looking bolt-action to the road. One of the blue-side, what looks to be a teenager in a faded meme hoodie runs ahead and, CRACK, he's missing the back of his skull. You see they've gotten the upper hand, as a few more of the shooters had the same idea at the same time, and are cut down in a stacatto of precise gunfire. By the end of that, only four are left and they look shaken. Getting a grasp of the situation, you realize they've lost six of theirs and only killed one man, who aimed his rifle around a corner at the wrong time.

>What do you want to do?

>Jump in the middle of the street and grab a gun from a corpse.
>Try to assist one side, but which one?
>Stay where you are, keep watching.
>Nevermind that. You have another idea.
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>>5235794
>Nevermind that. You have another idea.
>climb higher and jump the sniper in the window
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>>5235815
+1
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>>5235815
>Support
I bet the guys with blue are a local gang and the guys in long coats are probably mercs
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>>5235815
Support
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>>5235815
>support
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>>5235815
>>5235853
>>5235901
>>5235929
>>5235932
Odds are both sides are the type of people you're gunning for but something about that sniper pisses you off in particular. You don't know if it's the detatched professionalism or the age of the punk he wiped like swatting a fly but you want to make him eat that barrel. He's on the other side of the street in an elevated position but he hasn't noticed you yet and you have a plan. A very, very simple plan you'd have to be very brave or very stupid to try if you couldn't take a bullet.

>Roll 1d100+0
>Difficulty is 80/90/100
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Rolled 6 (1d100)

>>5235939
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Rolled 1 (1d100)

>>5235939
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Rolled 10 (1d100)

>>5235939
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wtf is with the rolls today
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>>5235943
>>5235941
>>5235944

Good thing we can take bullets. We are about to get lead poisoning.
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Rolled 64 (1d100)

>>5235939
>>5235943
fuck is this bullshit
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Rolled 77 (1d100)

>>5235939
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Rolled 24, 17 = 41 (2d100)

>>5235943
>whew
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>>5235948
Im more worried about the mess we are going to make. If we keep up this bullshit corpos will call super swat on our ass in less than a week.
Fuck
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Rolled 7 (1d100)

Damn damn damn
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>>5235941
>>5235943
>>5235944
>1 vs 80/90/100
>Critical Failure

In the street below, one of the blues gets desperate and sprays a load of buckshot in their foe's general direction, winging the submachinegunner in the side. He collapses behind the dumpster and both sides trade fire. It's tense but starting to quiet down. This is your first time going into gunfire. These are coldblooded, violent men who would kill you in a heartbeat. None of that matters. You're confident. You can do this. Alright, all you've got to do is shimmy back down to the-

"FUUUUCK!" You slip on the windowsill and manage to push off the wall, jumping straight into the middle of the road and manage to land headfirst. WHACK. Instead of killing you instantly, the impact knocks your skull to the side and you tumble, sprawled out on the ground. If you were thinking, you would've played dead but your instincts take over and you get on your feet. At the sight, both sides forget each other and stare. You rise to your full height and turn to the sniper, who lines up a shot with your forehead and shoots. CRACK. By all rights you should be dead but there's no pain, not even any knockback. It's like he tapped you with his palm.

You start to recover your senses and one of the punks on this side of the street sprints at you in a rush of blue, scrawny and fierce. He braces a pistol and magdumps into your chest, center-mass, point-blank. It's loud and violent but your ears aren't ringing and it feels like you're hugging air. You don't react, your clothes are barely torn. A second later, you take a step to him and see the purest look of terror you've ever seen in another man's eyes. "F-FUCK THIS SHIT! I'M OUT!" He turns and tries to sprint in the opposite direction. You look back and catch a shotgun slug to the stomach. A gentle shove. The two men behind the dumpster seem to forget about their target. The calm you saw earlier is gone. They're scrambling to flee. Holy shit, you don't even have a gun.

Everyone of these people just saw you take an unholy amount of punishment in stride. That can only mean one of two things but these are the gutters and you aren't a wirefreak, which can only mean one thing. These people know you're a super and if they get away, the odds are so will the rest of their crews. They don't know the specifics and they aren't close to knowing who you are, but rumors will spread. Whether they reach the other side of the law, you don't know.

Fuck.

>What the FUCK are you going to do?

>Try to calm everybody down, you're not out to kill. Well yeah, you were, but they don't need to know that.
>Run! Get the hell out of there as fast you can! You don't know if there's cameras, you don't know shit!
>Chase them down and kill them with anything on hand. Which side? Or are you going for both?
>Fuck it. Let 'em run, loot the dead and get the hell out of here. Maybe the stories will get into their "employer's" heads.
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>>5235987
>Chase them down and kill them with anything on hand. Which side? Or are you going for both?
Both. Grab a gun from one of the bodies and just start running and shooting until everyone is dead.
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>>5235994
+1
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>>5235987
>Try to calm everybody down, you're not out to kill. Well yeah, you were, but they don't need to know that.
if we do have to kill one side I would say get rid of the blue gangsters
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>>5235987
>Try to calm everybody down, you're not out to kill. Well yeah, you were, but they don't need to know that.

Picking this just because it sounds hilarious.
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>>5235994
>>5236003
do you guys really want to fight both of them with our rolls?
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>>5236013
it's better than trying to talk to them with our rolls and autistic nature. if we fight them at worst they escape, and at best we kill them all. what do we get if we do convince them to talk? people that aren't gonna try to kill us when they can't kill us anyway?
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>>5236013
better than calming them down, its two fucking gangs.
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>>5236026
>>5236028
considering how they think we are super and they will be hesitant to continue fighting us. we also don't know anything about both sides because we fucked up our info roll.
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Rolled 84 (1d100)

>>5235994
>>5236003
>>5236004
>>5236012
You freeze under the pressure and snap yourself out of it with a split-second decision.

>Calm Them Down: 1-50
>Kill Them All: 51-100
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Rolled 17, 84, 84, 65, 85, 77, 81, 39, 66 = 598 (9d100)

>>5236074
These people were killing each other in the streets without a care for bystanders. Hell, they tried to kill you without hesitating! Who's to say they haven't killed innocent people? Who's to say they won't do it again? Your face twists with rage and you sprint to grab a pistol. Everything bursts into motion.

>Roll 1d100+20
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Rolled 83 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>5236078
let's see how this goes.
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Rolled 89 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>5236078
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Rolled 10 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>5236078
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>>5236078
>>5236079
>>5236081
>>5236084
>109 vs -3, 64, 64, 45, 75, 67, 71, 29, 56
>After modifiers: -20 (Fleeing), +10 (Combat Training)

You scoop it up from the pavement, point, and shoot. This is the first time you've shot a gun and it was easier than you thought it would be. Almost no recoil or feedback, just a hole in the blue punk's back and he drops dead on the spot. You sprint at the others, still trying to grapple with what they're seeing, and unload into one before you ram into the two that are left. Both try to shoot you and against every law of natural physics it doesn't work. They've wasted precious time and when you bear down on them it's over in seconds. You don't have time to think, you drop the hot pistol, grab another, and sprint at their rivals. They decided discretion was the better part of valor and ran. Smart thinking. You don't get tired like they do, though.

You recognize their clothes, their guns, they retreat like they've practiced hit-and-runs before. Should've scattered. They run out the other end of the alleyway and dogpile to get in the back of a black van that was already prepped. You shoot until the pistol's empty, dropping one and stunning another, and when the wheels start spinning and it looks like they'll get away you dive in with them. The melee is bright and loud. Knives chip on your midriff, pistols are shoved to your temple, and a desperate man tries to force a shotgun into your chest but it means nothing. They can't hurt you. Their violence is meaningless. You don't know how to fight but you're the biggest man there and in a frenzy.
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>>5236118
It isn't fair, you fight like an animal. You break them with your bare hands, force their knives back into them, and crawl over their bodies to crush the shotgunner's windpipe with iron thumbs. Finally, all three are dead and you breath slow, when you realize the van's jerked to a stop and their getaway driver is making a break for it. You dive out of the vehicle, line the sight on the barrel up with his back, and pull the trigger. There's a spray of blood, his legs tremble, and he collapses. You recognize the area. You aren't far from the scene. You make a brisk jog back and breathe the tainted air, the adrenaline's taken a life of its own and you can't stop, won't stop. You reach the alleyway again and see the fourth, the one who was wounded and was working on himself with a first aid kit when you come back. The man stops bandaging his gut wound and scrambles on his back, blitzing a full magazine of his submachinegun into your chest and stomach. You don't flinch, pump the shotgun, and looking into his desperate eyes, have a moment of clarity.

>Pull the Trigger: He's already seen you, he's too dangerous a liability to leave alive. Who knows what he could do.
>Take him Captive: You'll be back in a second with a restraint of some kind, a rope or some tape maybe.
>Leave him There: Killing a wounded man on his back with tears on his face doesn't feel right.

When you've made up your mind, you stop and look at the building the sniper was in. An old apartment, the spacey kind with the backbreaking rent. The window's closed and the lights inside are off. You know if he's not in there, he's in the building. After seeing you in action he wouldn't have taken the risk of running if he had any sense. The question is if it's worth trying to finish the job or better to let him run. The blood's pumping hot, things are fast and slow all at once, and you've never felt more alive. Even while this is happening, some part of you in the back of your head knows you aren't thinking straight.

Don't do something you're going to regret.

>You're going through that window. He might've set an ambush.
>He could be anywhere. You'll start with the lobby and go up from there.
>Nah. It isn't worth the risk. Even if you catch him a bystander might've already called the cops.
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>>5236121
>Take him Captive: You'll be back in a second with a restraint of some kind, a rope or some tape maybe.
>He could be anywhere. You'll start with the lobby and go up from there.
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>>5236121
On the one hand I wouldn't mind this guy spreading our legend to the gangs of the underworld, on the other I don't want every big gang gunning for us just yet, so
>Pull the Trigger: He's already seen you, he's too dangerous a liability to leave alive. Who knows what he could do.

And we might as well finish the sniper.

>He could be anywhere. You'll start with the lobby and go up from there.
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>>5236121
>Pull the Trigger: He's already seen you, he's too dangerous a liability to leave alive. Who knows what he could do.
>He could be anywhere. You'll start with the lobby and go up from there.
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>>5236123
Where would we keep him though? I'd be down for a bit of hostage taking but we have no secure base that doesn't have a bunch of random eyeballs everywhere.
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>>5236121
>Pull the Trigger: He's already seen you, he's too dangerous a liability to leave alive. Who knows what he could do.

>He could be anywhere. You'll start with the lobby and go up from there.
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>>5236124
>>5236126
>>5236132
You pause for a moment then pull the trigger. BOOM. In the next second his forehead's fallen in on itself and his jaw's gone slack. You turn away and take a brisk walk to where the sniper set his nest. The door handle complies and you're in. You can't believe your luck. The lobby is abandoned and streaked with black mold. This isn't a real apartment that people live in, it's a real estate speculation, a rotting footnote on some suit's portfolio, outmoded by the pods and abandoned. No wonder he chose it for... whatever they were doing here. You know he's somewhere in the building. All you've got to do now is find him.

>Roll 1d100+0
>Difficulty is 70/85/100
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Rolled 18 (1d100)

>>5236138
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Rolled 64 (1d100)

>>5236138
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Rolled 35 (1d100)

>>5236138
Cursed
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Rolled 37 (1d100)

>>5236138
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Rolled 50 (1d100)

>>5236138
AAAAAAAAAAA
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>>5236139
>>5236141
>>5236143
>>5236146
>>5236148
You have got to be shitting me
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>>5235774
A very wise plan, general.
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>>5236155
hey we all fucked up this time, this was a team effort.
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>>5235987
>You've revealed your super status to the megacity, long before identifying how it works and what its limits are.

Cue Ocelot soundclip: "YOU IDIOT!"
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>>5236160
>We
Oh you French now?
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>>5236168
le nous royal, tu casse les couilles.
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>>5236139
>>5236141
>>5236143
>64 vs 70/85/100
>Failure

You aren't a trained doorkicker, you've never held a shotgun before, let alone used one in a firefight but you've done a bit of reading on how it's done. You kick in one door, then the next, and the next, until you've methodically swept half a dozen and have the epiphany that you could've started with the sniper's room. You run upstairs, you don't dare the elevator, and beat down the door to a cavernous three room apartment. Ten seconds later, you've checked the bathroom, kitchen, bedroom, and the window's opened. You rush over and look down to see there's a rope hooked on the concrete stretching down to the street. No sign of your target, only a handful of spent rifle shells. It looks like he gave you the slip.

Motherfucker.

>Jump on the street and sprint looking for him. Might be a lost cause, chances are he's covered a lot of ground.
>Cut your losses and let him go. He'll tell his crew, employer, or whoever's paying him what went down but there's not much you can do, besides grab some gangster's wallets and unregistered guns. It'll take time and you'll have to be careful about leaving any DNA.
>Get out while the getting's good. Leave the pistol and shotgun you're already have, they're too hot and something of this magnitude WILL have a police investigation.
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>>5236196
>Jump on the street and sprint looking for him. Might be a lost cause, chances are he's covered a lot of ground.

kill kill kill
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>>5236196
>Jump on the street and sprint looking for him. Might be a lost cause, chances are he's covered a lot of ground.
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>>5235987
>>Fuck it. Let 'em run, loot the dead and get the hell out of here. Maybe the stories will get into their "employer's" heads.
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>>5236196
>>Jump on the street and sprint looking for him. Might be a lost cause, chances are he's covered a lot of ground.

Not passing up the chance for a sniper rifle.
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>>5236198
>>5236216
>>5236269
You don't hesitate. You dive out the window and hit the ground running. Your footwork is closer to a drunken seizure than true parkour but when you're this durable it doesn't need to be. He has a three minute lead and could've gone in any one of a dozen directions. You'll just have to trust your gut.

>Roll 1d100+0
>Difficulty is 80/90/100
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>>5236286
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>>5236286
>1d100+0
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Rolled 20 (1d100)

>>5236291
forgot how to do it woops
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Rolled 9 (1d100)

>>5236286
We're fucked
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Rolled 79 (1d100)

>>5236286
lmao
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>>5236296
the dice is laughing at us
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Rolled 10 (1d100)

>>5236286
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>>5236293
>>5236295
>>5236296
>79 vs 80/90/100
>Failure

You sprint to the left and take a turn at the alleyway to where the blues, you don't know the name, were fighting. He must've seen you run that direction for his pals and would've been thinking fast, it only makes sense he'd go the opposite direction. You cover a load of ground and have a sudden epiphany. They were organized, they had a black van and you're thinking how he'd move if he was moving. You've made a fatal mistake: the situation doesn't make if he doesn't have a getaway vehicle of his own. You double back and sprint to the old apartment's parking lot, just in time to see the tail-light of a red sedan rolling around the bend.

"Fuck!" You bring the shotgun to your shoulder and try to aim but by the time you do, it's already gone. Your instincts are telling you that's his getaway vehicle. Either an anonymous rental or stolen, possibly both. You lower the gun and curse to yourself, like it makes any difference. "FUCK!" You think. He's clearly part of an organized, dangerous group involved in the ambush of another gang, and just saw you run in and massacre everyone involved. If he brings to whoever his boss is, and he will, they'll know your general build and what you can do. You think some more. With any luck, they'll be scared shitless. Still, this might get out.

"Fuck." You've barely even worked up a sweat but the adrenaline's petering off and it sinks in that you've killed eight men you don't even know, from a pair of gangs, you think, you don't even have a vendetta against. You just killed them because they were criminals and took enough damage to cripple or kill you a dozen times over. You can't even think about it. This is too heavy to get into right now. What you need to do is get your shit together before the police or likelier, one of the trash gangs rolls up.

>What's the plan?

>Loot the dead, snatch the wallets, their guns, hell, their IDs, everything. You don't want this to have been for nothing. If you get interrupted, you'll just hoof it.
>Get the hell out of here. Your clothes are tattered and bloodstained, you've interfered with a gang war, and you've managed to spill that there's a super in the area.
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>>5236361
>>Get the hell out of here. Your clothes are tattered and bloodstained, you've interfered with a gang war, and you've managed to spill that there's a super in the area.
Let's GTFO and collect ourselves, we've shit ourselves enough for one day.
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>>5236361
>Get the hell out of here. Your clothes are tattered and bloodstained, you've interfered with a gang war, and you've managed to spill that there's a super in the area.
There'll be another turf war to take advantage of when our shit is together more.
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>>5236361
>the situation doesn't make any sense
I type most of these updates on mobile and try to catch typos but sometimes they slip through. If you didn't have superhuman durability the odds are that crit fail would've ended you. I hope you're liking the quest so far. After you get a regular routine we'll switch over to longer periods at a time. A week instead of a day, and so on.

If any of you were curious, the megacity consists of a colossal urban sprawl in what used to be the southeastern USA, on the coast and stretching far inland. It's one of a handful scattered over the continent. Outside, it's a sparsely populated and polluted wasteland in a condition of loose anarchy but some small communities make do and prefer it to the concrete jungle. It's over two centuries into a globalized, hyper-corporatist future, but the emergence of superpowers was an unexpected and sudden development three generations ago. The official government is incestuous and corrupt but have an immense amount of sway. Religion has widely fallen out of popularity outside of some individuals and newer cults and most people associate themselves with shifting manufactured subcultures or attempt to forget their worries in a hedonistic haze. The world is a hellhole and your slice of the megacity, the gutter, is a hellhole among hellholes.

If you have any questions I'll be happy to answer them, within the bounds of what you would know. By the way, what is your full legal name? I've been writing the protagonist as an isolated, mildly autistic early 20-something that snapped when he finally gained the superpowers to act on his anger to society. That's the default for Sheer Power but can change over time. Unless you make some serious mistakes or get unlucky, you aren't likely to die soon. Your durability would be considered on the upper-high end of things on its own. The problem is that you don't have anything else backing it but there are rumors you've yet to confirm. For now, you'll have to be creative if you want to go far.
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>>5236361
>>Get the hell out of here. Your clothes are tattered and bloodstained, you've interfered with a gang war, and you've managed to spill that there's a super in the area.

we already have a shotty and pistol. good enough i guess
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>>5236442
Can we name him Skiz/Schiz

By the way QM, do you use incognito mode or normal mode on mobile while writing?
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>>5236442
Simon P. Campbell
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>>5236449
Yeah, you could name him Skiz/Schiz, traditional names are more popular but there's a large chunk of the population with bizarre names. Someone having a string of random numbers, letters, and emojis on their legal birth certificate is as common as them having green eyes would be today.

I don't write in the text box because of autorefresh. I use a word app instead but I make sure to browse and post everything I do on chrome. I've never cleaned my browser history. I hope something happens one day but I'm not an active security threat, potential patsy, or in a position to be worth the trouble of blackmailing so I don't think it will. I do use the dark theme for the browser though. Not a fan of the default.

>>5236461
This is also a good name. I'll leave the question of his name open for a few more days or until you've reached a majority decision. I'm going to get some shuteye but I'll be updating again tomorrow. I'm surprised you dove into street violence with no weapon or intel but durability has its perks.
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>>5236461
Support
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>>5236442
Thanks for the lore!

It makes me want to get some training, then get out of the megacity desu!

Our powerset should be really good for surviving a polluted wasteland! (I just figure being this resilient makes our body not care about pollution/radiation)
Our mindset, intelligence and desicionmaking makes us unfit to live in a city with too many other people.

We could make something out of ourself on the outside.
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>>5236361
>>Get the hell out of here. Your clothes are tattered and bloodstained, you've interfered with a gang war, and you've managed to spill that there's a super in the area.
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>>5236361
>Loot the dead, snatch the wallets, their guns, hell, their IDs, everything. You don't want this to have been for nothing. If you get interrupted, you'll just hoof it.

>>5236449
>Schiz
like short for Schizophrenic right?
+1

>>5236562
one cant build something meaningful in hell
our vendetta is the only thing that will ever be truly ours
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>>5236442
Deemer Denver Jaskólski
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>>5236361
>>Loot the dead, snatch the wallets, their guns, hell, their IDs, everything. You don't want this to have been for nothing. If you get interrupted, you'll just hoof it.
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>>5236366
>>5236376
>>5236445
>>5236593
You’re tempted to loot the dead for anything that could be of any use but you know after that racket someone’s bound to be coming in. You don’t want to be caught hunched over the bodies if you can help. Less than a minute later you’ve collected yourself and fled from the scene and as far as you know, between your gloves, shades, and scarf, your identity should be fine. Then you’ve gotten away into the streets and start seeing a few pedestrians. None of them notice the state of your clothes or care. You’ve got to get rid of this hoodie and maybe the shirt beneath before it draws suspicion but your DNA’s on it, you can’t just leave it in someone else’s trash can.

>What do you want to do?

>Try to burn them in an alleyway, you’ll need to get some matches or a lighter first.
>Hide them in your regular dumpster, if someone finds it you’ll already be fucked.
>Stash them somewhere until you can come back later. Risky, but it could work.
>Keep wearing them, your roommates might not think it’s worth calling you out.
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>>5236718
>>Stash them somewhere until you can come back later. Risky, but it could work.
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>>5236718
>Try to burn them in an alleyway, you’ll need to get some matches or a lighter first.
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>>5236718
>>Stash them somewhere until you can come back later. Risky, but it could work.

A burning pile might attract someone more than hiding it in a dumpster or a trash can.
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>>5236718
>Try to burn them in an alleyway, you’ll need to get some matches or a lighter first.
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>>5236718
>>Try to burn them in an alleyway, you’ll need to get some matches or a lighter first.
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Rolled 51 (1d100)

>>5236737
>>5236766
>>5236779
At first you want to hide the clothes but you likely aren’t going to be wearing them again after this. You weren’t damaged but your hoodie’s sporting a dozen bullet holes and the shirt beneath isn’t any better. That’s the kind of thing that draws attention and you don’t need that. You’ll try to burn them and hope for the best. Stick them in a trash can and set the inside of that on fire, yeah. That should work. A few minutes later, you find a garishly colored gas station with only a couple of rusted cars out front. One of them looks like it might actually be mobile and there’s a handful of people inside. You improvise, take off your hoodie, bundle your shirt inside of it, then tie them off and lay it on the corner going between two buildings.

Now you’re shirtless. People might think you’re a punk but it’s less suspicious than wearing clothes that are that badly fucked. You walk in, a little bell rings, and nobody pays any attention while you walk over to the weed and tobacco section. You grab a cheap looking lighter and get in line. For a second you consider getting a snack of some kind to avoid looking sketchy but you’re already shirtless so it doesn’t really matter. The line folds out fast enough and then it’s your turn. You set the lighter, a red one, on the counter and a bored cashier in his forties scans it. “That’ll be twenty dollars.” You don’t even bother trying to argue and hand over a $20 bill, plus $5 in tax. After that you leave and go straight to the spot you hid the clothes, where you scoop them up and get moving. Now you’ve crammed them in a trash can and are flicking the lighter. It's a lot more finnicky than you thought it would be.
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>>5236856
Soon you have a decent blaze going and nobody seems to be paying any attention. You hold your palms over the trashfire and pretend that you belong there until you smell burning plastic and decide it's better to set the lid back on. Someone's going to be pissed to find that tomorrow but you don't have any other choice. On the way back, you stop by your dumpster and leave the shotgun and pistol in there. You don't have any ammunition or really know how to check to see if there's any left but you'll figure it out. You get back to your apartment, then to your pad and find your roommates are there, and none of them care to look over their cell phones or tablets to acknowledge that you're in the room. Good. You do your nightly set of pushups and then crawl into the pod. When you drift off to sleep, it occurs to you that you don't feel the normal burn. Has your superhuman durability made it harder to tear your own muscle fibers? You hope not. That would suck.

You wake up at the crack of dawn. The roommate you tried to talk to the other day is missing. Both of the others are still fast asleep. It's Monday and you feel like you should be more tired than you are after last night. Fortunately, you still have another set of clean clothes you can wear.

>What do you want to do?

>Hit the books at that library you found yesterday. It should be opened by the time you get there.
>Do some charity. Things have cooled down a little bit, maybe you could help your neighbor out.
>Search for a reliable arms dealer. You're in the market, maybe they'd be willing to show you how to use a gun.
>Go on a shopping run. You need to get some clothes, some equipment, a little bit of everything.
>Just hang out and try to get a handle on how to talk to people. You need to get this down if you want to get anywhere.
>Forget everything else. Hit the streets. Looking for trouble is a lot less dangerous when you're borderline indestructible.
>Nevermind that. You have another idea.
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>>5236876
>Hit the books at that library you found yesterday. It should be opened by the time you get there.
The mind is a muscle.
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>>5236876
>>Hit the books at that library you found yesterday. It should be opened by the time you get there.
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>>5236876
>Hit the books at that library you found yesterday. It should be opened by the time you get there.
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>>5236876
>>Search for a reliable arms dealer. You're in the market, maybe they'd be willing to show you how to use a gun.
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>>5236876
>Hit the books at that library you found yesterday. It should be opened by the time you get there.
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>>5236876
>Hit the books at that library you found yesterday. It should be opened by the time you get there.
but our way there try to hit up a conversation with anything and anyone about whatever comes to mind (weather, how nice they look, the state of which ever road we are currently walking by)
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Rolled 66 (1d100)

>>5236880
>>5236893
>>5236900
>>5236939
You’ve already hit the weights, now you need to hit the books. Get an education that the public school system didn’t give you. An appetizer for a course of hard knocks. You have plenty of time and the streets are packed, so you don’t call an uber. Besides, you like walking where you need to be. It gives you time to think.

On the way there, you mull over what happened last night. You killed eight people, no, gangsters, in a burst of rage when you didn’t even know who they were or why they were fighting. You should’ve died ten times over but you didn’t. You were shot at least twenty times and you didn’t even feel it. That sniper shot you in the forehead and it barely even registered. You saw the same kind of bullet from the same gun destroy the back of a man’s skull not a minute earlier. You remember the fear in that punk’s eyes and then the feeling of that pistol’s trigger a second when he died. His death didn’t phase you, you were pissed that he existed. You tore them all apart. Nothing they did could touch you, knives didn’t break your skin, gunshots didn’t make your ears ring, even a shotgun pressed into your chest and fired at point blank was an afterthought. You check under your hoodie and shirt. There’s not even a bruise where it hit. You’re indestructible. That’s not natural. None of that is.

Are you even human anymore? Then there’s what you did to Petey, in front of all of those people. Your durability didn’t matter then, that was all you and the sledgehammer that you stole. You could’ve done that at any time. You just got angry and stayed angry. You’ve always been that way. The only difference between now and then is that you’re acting on it. That, and that now they can’t stop you. Maybe the corpos can or some cyborg that’s been twisted into a freak of nature, but common thugs? The same kind of fucks that tried to beat you to death for fun, the same people that prey on countless innocents that this corpse of a society made weak? You can teach them a fucking lesson. Maybe you can’t make a difference but you can do something. Make the vultures at the top of this megacity flinch.

You realize you’ve reached the ‘Morrison Grant Memorial Library’ and stop pacing in front of the building. This part of town isn’t too much more active now than it was after dark. Barely two dozen people in view. You walk to the door, push it open, and step inside. Lots of books, ranging from old and worn-out to “new” and never-touched. Almost nobody here. Just someone sitting behind a desk, with a real, physical book propped up in a way that says they don’t want any interruptions. You guess you’re on your own.

>Roll 1d100+0 to find some relevant books
>Difficulty is 60/80/100
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Rolled 74 (1d100)

>>5236968
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Rolled 32 (1d100)

>>5236968
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Rolled 11 (1d100)

Maybe there's news archives of some kind
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>>5236974
>>5236982
>then suddenly, anon realized he cant read
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>>5236973
>>5236974
>>5236982
>74 vs 60/80/100
>Slight Success

It takes a massive amount of digging through shitty novels, out-of-date magazines, and barely legible junk you don’t even know how to describe, but far in the back, near the farthest corner from the door, you eventually find something. ‘Winning Wrestling Moves’, a yellowed, frayed, stunningly intact 212 page guide to wrestling. Lucky for you, it’s illustrated in photographs and has a no-nonsense, straightforward writing style. The only problem is that it’s oriented around wrestling, with highly technical moves that are hard or impossible to practice on your own and revolve primarily around grappling and immobilizing single, unarmed opponents. It should be applicable to a street-fight, especially the throws, but it’s situational to say the least. You aren’t sure you’ll find anything else here. You walk back to the front and see a frail, bitter old woman in reading glasses. She sees you and her nose pinches somewhat as she goes back to her book. It doesn’t have a cover so you can’t quite tell what she’s reading. This is the first time you’ve ever been in a library and you don’t know how this one does things.

>What should you do?

>Find a seat and read the book cover-to-cover in the library. A firm grasp of theory should help with real practice.
>Tell the librarian you like the book and want to check it out. That’s how this works, right?
>Ignore her and walk out with the book, if she doesn’t want to talk, you don’t either.
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>>5236999
>Find a seat and read the book cover-to-cover in the library. A firm grasp of theory should help with real practice.
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>>5236999
>>>Find a seat and read the book cover-to-cover in the library. A firm grasp of theory should help with real practice.
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>>5236999
>Find a seat and read the book cover-to-cover in the library. A firm grasp of theory should help with real practice.
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>>5236999
>Tell the librarian you like the book and want to check it out. That’s how this works, right?
We can't hang around here all day.
Hopefully you dont need to show id to check things out or something
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>>5236999
>Find a seat and read the book cover-to-cover in the library. A firm grasp of theory should help with real practice.
Hey, wrestling ain't so bad. At least if we practice this it'll be hard to subdue us long enough for a legion of cops to swoop in, and that's been my main worry anyway.
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>>5236999
>Find a seat and read the book cover-to-cover in the library. A firm grasp of theory should help with real practice.
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>>5236999
>>Find a seat and read the book cover-to-cover in the library. A firm grasp of theory should help with real practice.
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>>5237005
>>5237009
>>5237012
>>5237020
>>5237039
>>5237041
You don’t have any pressing matters to attend to, so you find a rickety chair and crack open the book. Closer to a manual, really. It feels small in your hands, strangely soft and flexible compared to a tablet. You don’t make much use of either. If you had to choose, you’d say books are better because the establishment can’t detect you’ve opened one and remotely track the letters you’re reading. They can, but you aren’t worth the effort of active surveillance or a telepath assigned to you. The tone is straightforward and to the point. There’s no embellishment, just step-by-step detailing of exactly how to handle the moves in the book.

You get started.

>Roll 1d100+0 to gain useful knowledge
>Difficulty is 90/95/100
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Rolled 39 (1d100)

>>5237046
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Rolled 58 (1d100)

>>5237046
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Rolled 49 (1d100)

>>5237046
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>>5237051
>>5237053
>>5237055
Gentlemen, we just fucking wasted a lot of time. Great
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Rolled 77 (1d100)

>>5237059
Rolling to waste extra time
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Rolled 76 (1d100)

>>5237046
What the fuck is that DC
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Rolled 56 (1d100)

>>5237070
I don't know. Its fucking retarded. Probably because of that crit early on
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Rolled 99 (1d100)

>>5237046
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>>5237051
>>5237053
>>5237055
You keep at it for hours as it gets increasingly complicated. It manages to explain them simply enough but you don’t have the space or a sparring partner to practice it with so you’re left trying to run them through your head and try to internalize what it’s trying to teach. It’s more oriented more toward wrestling as a sport than wrestling as a way to fight but you get the sense that if you figured out some of these moves and trained hard enough, this would make grappling easier than it already is and help you to break out of holds on top of that. All you have to do is get to that point. You've learned a thing or two, namely the actual terminology, but not enough to be noticeable in a street fight.

For that, you're going to have to either train on your own or memorize the moves and counter-moves. Both would be good. This library isn't a very good environment for it, if you could get up and move around or had a dummy to wrestle, it'd be different. Maybe one of your roommates would be up for it or whoever's at that mosh pit you saw on the poster, but if you can't find a sparring partner, you can always try to practice with street criminals. Now it’s getting late and it’s not closing time yet, only around 8:30, but you can feel the librarian is staring you down. Nobody else is inside and you’re starting to feel a little on edge.

>What do you want to do?

>Keep reading, you saw the schedule on the sign.
>Try to check out the book to read on your own time.
>Return the book to its shelf and leave it there for now.
>Just take the book and go, if she’s going to be like that.
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>>5237070
>>5237075
It takes time to reach expertise in a new fighting style and not being in an environment where you can train the movements, just going by the text itself, makes it harder. Future attempts will be easier.
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>>5237083
>>Just take the book and go, if she’s going to be like that.
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>>5237083
>Try to check out the book to read on your own time.
Let's not steal from a sweet old lady.
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>>5237083
>Try to check out the book to read on your own time
No need to get into even more trouble than we are right now.

>>5237085
>>5237080
Sounds fair, but are you sure you aren't bribing the dice gods QM?
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>>5237083
>Try to check out the book to read on your own time.
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>>5237083
>Try to check out the book to read on your own time.
We can't spend all day here.
Maybe we can look for a punching bag or something on our way home?
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>>5237075
Our boy doesn't even know biomechanics or how to throw a proper punch and you think he's going to seamlessly pick up how to put someone in a python when they're trying to bite his nuts off just from reading about it?

Like asking a kid who knows algebra to read a calculus book and expecting him to understand it.
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>>5237088
If this was an afternoon spent sparring with an instructor who knew what they were doing, it'd be a default of 60/80/100. It's like trying to learn judo from watching YouTube videos in a college library. You can do it and it'll make later sparring easier, but it takes some doing to get the technique down to where you can use it and use it well in high stress situations. You also don't have any previous knowledge or experience on how to fight outside of going apeshit outside of working construction, which is enough that you don't have any difficulty using tools, which is more than most people. For example if you'd went with Beneath Notice, the difficulty for beating Petey with a sledgehammer would've been higher.
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>>5237102
I got that part, I was just talking about that 99 roll
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>>5237088
Also, no, the chicken sacrifices are just on their regular schedule, nothing exceptional lately.
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>>5237107
Kek, I thought you were talking about the general rolls for the quest so far. You're fortunate to have durability as high as you do. It makes dying to most men you'd meet on the street more difficult.
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>>5237097
I thought anon talked about dice rolls. Its a middle of a night in my time zone, so im a little slow right now
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>>5237083
>>Try to check out the book to read on your own time.
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>>5237113
Nah it's all good. He was up about the DC. Though the rolls do like to be a bit moody too don't they?
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>>5237121
Sure they do.
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>>5237087
>>5237088
>>5237092
>>5237095
>>5237115
You close the book, walk up to the desk, and set it on the counter. “Uh, excuse me ma'am. I’m not familiar with libraries but I’d like to check this out. If that’s how this works?” The librarian’s face softens slightly as she reaches under and puts an honest-to-god paper list and ink pen on the desktop. You notice the latest checkout was nine days ago. Her voice lets you know she used to be a heavy smoker and might still be. “Yes. I’ll need your name and phone number, if you have one.” You take the pen and look down. “Okay. Let me…” She continues. “And a $500 surcharge. I’m sorry to have to do this but too many people keep snatching books and not returning them, especially-” Her finger traces over the cover with its long, purple nail. “-those types.”

“Don’t worry. You’ll get your money back when the book is returned. In the same condition that it left. I don’t take debit, has to be cash.” You think for a second, you’ve got $1,000 from Petey’s duffel bag in $20 and $100 bills on you, and it isn’t too unreasonable. She’s just asking for the same amount you’d be paying if you bought the book. It’s an insurance policy, makes sense.

>Pay her the $500, sign a fake name, and don’t ask any questions.
>Strike up a conversation and try to see if she’ll talk about the thieves.
>Ask if she can keep the book hidden under her desk for you, for later.
>Just leave the building without it, you’re not paying that much of your UBI to a library.
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>>5237141
>Pay her the $500, sign a fake name, and don’t ask any questions.
>Strike up a conversation and try to see if she’ll talk about the thieves.
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>>5237141
>Pay her the $500, sign a fake name, and don’t ask any questions.
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>>5237141
>SEDUCE HER
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>>5237141
>>Pay her the $500, sign a fake name, and don’t ask any questions.
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>>5237141

>Pay her the $500, sign a fake name, and don’t ask any questions.
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>>5237141
>>Pay her the $500, sign a fake name, and don’t ask any questions.
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>>5237141
>Pay her the $500, sign a fake name
>Strike up a conversation and try to see if she’ll talk about the thieves.
>>5237147
+1
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>>5236442
>A QM who not only writes well and has an interesting premise, but also cares about the setting and has designed lore to flesh out said setting.
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>>5237143
>>5237144
>>5237147
>>5237148
>>5237162
>>5237165
>>5237167
For a few seconds you have the strangest temptation but think better of it and internally shake your head. You don’t want to be blacklisted from here if things go wrong. Better to keep things professional for now, you think. You list a name, John Smith, and a string of random digits because you don’t want the cell phone back in your pad getting tracked. Then you fish out $500 in various bills and pay her and walk out. Through the door, you hear her mutter. “Enjoy the book, sweetie.” You turn your head and she’s buried in hers again. Maybe you could learn something else from here.

Some other time. For the next decent while you’re going back to your apartment. Thankfully you don’t run into any trouble and get back into the pad. All of your roommates are here, but one of them is wearing their shoes in the pod and you catch a faint smell of dried vomit wafting out. Grotesque. You have the whole night ahead.

>What do you want to do?

>Read ‘Winning Wrestling Moves’ some more. Your fighting style already has a sturdy wall, what it needs is a foundation.
>Leave the book in the footlocker that holds your publicly known belongings. It should be safe there while you go looking for trouble.
>As above, but see if you can’t hit one of the megamarts with a hoodie-full of cash. You can’t afford to lose another set of clothes like you have.
>Nevermind that. You have another idea.
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>>5237257
>>>Read ‘Winning Wrestling Moves’ some more. Your fighting style already has a sturdy wall, what it needs is a foundation.
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>>5237257
>Read ‘Winning Wrestling Moves’ some more. Your fighting style already has a sturdy wall, what it needs is a foundation.
This is probably a bad idea but
>Ask your roommates if they wanna help you learn to wrestle, with the promise of payment.
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>>5237257
>>Read ‘Winning Wrestling Moves’ some more. Your fighting style already has a sturdy wall, what it needs is a foundation.
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>>5237257
Can we get art or some kind of concept of what the pod and shared room look like?

>>5237257
>>Read ‘Winning Wrestling Moves’ some more. Your fighting style already has a sturdy wall, what it needs is a foundation.
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>>5237257
>Read ‘Winning Wrestling Moves’ some more. Your fighting style already has a sturdy wall, what it needs is a foundation.
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>>5237257
>Read ‘Winning Wrestling Moves’ some more. Your fighting style already has a sturdy wall, what it needs is a foundation.
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>>5237347
The pad consists of three rooms, the podroom, the bathroom, and the shared floorspace. The podroom consists of two sets of large plastic tubes stacked on top of the other, long and wide enough to theoretically fit the average person, a pillow, and a blanket with room to spare. These tubes come in several standard colors but yours are a bright shade of fluorescent orange. In practice, it’s extremely cramped and you’re barely able to fit both arms but it’s affordable. Between both is a short ladder that leads down to a stained rug, one of your roommates bought it, and underneath the ladder is a compact locker able to hold a handful of items. You use it for your clothes but you know one of your roommates stashes beer there and another does junk paper. The entire podroom is the size of a larger than average walk-in closet.

Immediately outside of that is the shared floorspace, which has a kitchenette against one wall and a beaten sofa on the other, which one of your roommates is renting. The bathroom is separated from the shared floorspace and podroom by a curtain and itself has a cupboard, combination sink-toilet, and a showerhead mounted onto the wall with a drain beneath. Unless you time it extremely carefully, the water’s freezing. The floor is square, beige tile and the walls, ceiling, and floor beneath are drywall. Probably reinforced with plywood but the schematics aren’t public and you don’t want to think about it. The entire pad is 300 square feet and is considered slightly above average. There are no doors outside of the footlockers and the entrance but over a dozen electric outlets. In exchange for the right to live here, you pay $20,000 in rent per month, which is too much for you on your own but split four ways it averages out to only $5,000 per person, which is much more manageable. Rent used to be $16,000 per month and your share was $4,000 but Mr. Nenbauer, the owner of the pod complex, hiked prices up by 20% two months ago, citing a spike in share values as the cause.
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>>5237498
To clarify, there is one footlocker per tube. You've heard some have shared lockers or require renters to rent monitored storage space elsewhere.
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>>5237259
>>5237262
>>5237269
>>5237347
>>5237369
>>5237371
>>5237371
You lean against the wall by the door in your usual spot, prop the book on your chest, and start to read. There isn’t much room to jump or tumble on the shared floorspace and you know that the cost of damages is added to your group rent so you opt not to practice. For now, you resume where you left off, rereading it for the third time in the hopes that some of what you’re reading sinks in. You’re tempted to ask one of your roommates if they want to wrestle with you and maybe get paid doing it but you don’t want to risk getting reported. Living here is a part of why you’ve decided to use your superpower to commit vigilante justice.

>Roll 1d100+0
>Difficulty is 85/90/95
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Rolled 46 (1d100)

>>5237513
Brain cells activate
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Rolled 76 (1d100)

>>5237513
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Rolled 58 (1d100)

>>5237513

We are dumb.... For now.
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Rolled 24 (1d100)

>>5237513
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>>5237523
At least we could get beat over the head with a book and be absolutely fine.
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Rolled 97 (1d100)

>>5237513
C'mon brain
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>>5237540
LETS GOOOOOOOOOO
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>>5237519
>>5237522
>>5237523
>76 vs 85/90/95
>Failure

You study for hours on end, poring over the photos and trying to picture them in your head, how they work, how to do them, but nothing seems to stick. Finally, you grit your teeth, try not to scream, and thump your fists on your chest but can’t feel the impact, making the gesture moot. “AAAAAAGH!” You nearly toss the book but catch yourself. Those kinds of noises aren’t uncommon in the apartments but you can’t overdo it or risk damaging the text over your own temper. That’s not something you can tolerate. You repeat something you’ve said a thousand times. Failure starts with yourself. If you have a meltdown because you can’t get the technique and fail, that’s not the book’s fault, that’s Mr. Nenbauer’s fault, and it’s definitely not the sport’s fault. It would be your fault because you couldn’t hack it and you know you can so you’re going to suck it up until you can. You just have to get your shit together. You’ll figure this out. You just have to keep hammering it and never stop. It'll get easier every time. You know from experience.

You crawl into your tube and drift to sleep. You wake up a few minutes before dawn and realize it’s Tuesday. That means that tonight, the tryouts for Marcelo’s Mosh-Pit, whatever that is, are kicking off at 5:00 PM sharp. You don’t recognize the address for it so you’ll have to set out at around 2:00 PM to make sure you get there in time. Assuming you want to bother, it could just be a police sting or obscure gang initiation. Even with that thought in the back of your head, though, something about that poster felt serious. It might be worth scoping out. In the meantime, you have your morning ahead of you.

>What do you want to do?

>Keep studying the book. You can’t stop until you’ve memorized a move.
>Head to that address of Marcelo’s early. Maybe someone else will be there.
>Strike up a conversation with one of your roommates. You don’t talk to them much.
>Quietly visit your neighbor. Let her know in no uncertain terms that Petey is dead.
>Hit the streets looking for trouble. Forget reading, a fight might clear your head.
>Nevermind that. You have another idea.
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>>5237637
It'd probably be best to give our small brain a break and do something else for a while

>Strike up a conversation with one of your roommates. You don’t talk to them much.
Working on our social skills can't hurt. Then
>Head to that address of Marcelo’s early. Maybe someone else will be there.
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>>5237637
>Nevermind that. You have another idea.
>> Go to a bar and get drunk as fuck

We're an edgy vigilante we're literally required to have an alcohol addiction. Might as well start early
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>>5237637
>Head to that address of Marcelo’s early. Maybe someone else will be there.
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>>5237637
>>Head to that address of Marcelo’s early. Maybe someone else will be there.
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>>5237637
>>Quietly visit your neighbor. Let her know in no uncertain terms that Petey is dead.
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>>5237637
Let me replace the talking to roommates vote with this:
>Quietly visit your neighbor. Let her know in no uncertain terms that Petey is dead.
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>>5237637
>Quietly visit your neighbor. Let her know in no uncertain terms that Petey is dead.
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>>5237498
16,000 * 1.2 = 19200 != 20,000
20,000 / (16,000/100) = 125
-> try price was increased by 25%

>>5237637
>Quietly visit your neighbor. Let her know in no uncertain terms that Petey is dead.
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>>5237875
>try price was increased by 25%
The rent hike has evolved from "vibrating with hostility" to "incandescent with imminent violence". The landlord must be destroyed.
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>>5237637
>>Quietly visit your neighbor. Let her know in no uncertain terms that Petey is dead.
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>>5237637
>Strike up a conversation with one of your roommates. You don’t talk to them much.
Gonna know the people we live with
>Head to that address of Marcelo’s early. Maybe someone else will be there.
Let's not tell the neighbor we killed Petey yet, that's asking for her to tell somebody eventually, intentionally or not.
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>>5237637
>>Strike up a conversation with one of your roommates. You don’t talk to them much.

Telling people we've done things is a bad idea
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>>5237875
That's true, however, the percentage wasn't explicitly stated in the rent increase and you've gone through twelve years in the new and improved american education system.
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>>5237812
>>5237814
>>5237845
>>5237875
>>5237933
You decide that it's better to take care of business before you get going. Thing is, now that Petey's dead everyone that owed him money is in the clear. You think. If he wasn't an independent operation it wouldn't make any sense that he'd keep his gang affiliation a secret. It's more likely he was sponsored by a gang or paying them protection money than outright hauling in cash for them, or it could be the other way around and he could've hired most of his goons. You have no way of knowing for sure what was happening because you didn't grill him when you had the chance and weren't able to get into his apartment. All you know is that if their debts aren't gone, his debtors at least have some breathing room. You know your neighbor, Laura, something, owed him a lot of money in overdue rent. You know because she was constantly worrying about it and you eavesdropped through the drywall. You know most of her money goes to her kids and they live in the same type of pod that you do, with two roommates and two tubes between her family, and that must be a living hell. You've overheard she was planning to give one of her kids up for adoption to make ends meet, because that's one less mouth to feed on a worse than empty wallet and the UBI gets a cash infusion for parents that give their kids to a foster home, doubly for single parents. You don't want that to happen if you can help it.

You knock on the door and five minutes later, a very tired looking six-year old boy opens the door. Right. It's the crack of dawn. Sometimes you forget most people don't share your schedule. He cuts to the point. "What the fuck do you want?" You scratch the back of your head. "I need to talk to your mom, about the uhhh, bank, she's been visiting." His eyes go wide and he slams the door shut but you put your foot in between it and the wall and instead of hurting like a bitch, it doesn't register. "No! Not like that, it's- it's good news. Just tell her to meet me outside, okay?" He looks up at you, clearly intimidated, and runs back inside. You breathe heavy. Fuck. You could've done that better. You didn't mean to scare the kid but considering your size and the way you phrased it... yeah, that could've gone better. You'll figure it out.
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>>5238101
A few minutes later, the door opens back up and an only mildly obese woman in her 30s with bleached hair and haggard eyes is staring at you. Her eyebrows are creased with worry and wrinkles are already setting in. She's shaking a bottle of baby formula and quietly closes the door. You can hear her hyperventilating. "Why'd he send you here!? I've been trying to keep up with the payments and I've told him that. He told me he gets it. Wh-what does he want? Just give me another week, please! I-I can handle it, I-"

>How do you want to break the news?

>Blunty: Tell her exactly what happened to him in that park.
>Crytpically: Drop a hint about how she won't have to worry anymore.
>Gently: Let her know that you talked to him and he's "out of the business" for the foreseeable future.
>Deceitfully: Tell her Petey's been relocated by his gang after catching some heat and outstanding debts in this building are cancelled.
>Rambling: Give her the rundown on why you've decided to become a vigilante.
>Nevermind that. You have another idea.

At the same time, are you giving her any of the money, if any at all? Off-the-books charity is discouraged by the corporations but they get a quarterly tax-writeoff for philantropy, so it's legal as long as it's through "legitimate" channels. Directly giving someone money is a misdemeanor or a felony, depending on the amount, recipient, and source, but so is being a loan shark, so this money is off of the books to start with. Ignoring all of that, what are your thoughts on donating? Are you the thrifty, disillusioned type, are you always out trying to fund underground soup kitchens, or are you somewhere in between? There's many different kinds of vigilante mindset.
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>>5238102
>Nevermind that.
>Tell her that some psycho beat Petey to death in the park with a baseball bat or something. Then say that you wish you could have been the one to do it, but you never had the balls.
>Give her nothing right now, and then later knock and ditch with a bag full of 10k anonymously.
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>>5238102
>>5238106
Supporting this
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>>5238102
And I'd like to think our MC donates what he can when he can to places that aren't run by corpos and actually help people that need it. You don't save the world by beating everyone to death with sledgehammers after all. Just most of everyone.
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>>5238106
+1
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I support the discretion but not this charity nonsense.
We should save up money for those sweet sweet high-end cyber implants.
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>>5238110
Cybernetics that aren't backdoored for the establishment don't come cheap. Getting quality on top of that is extremely expensive. If you want implants, you're going to have to save up, get some income, volunteer as an experiment, or do some favors for somebody that may or may not be a licensed cybersurgeon. Possibly all of the above.
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>>5238102
just throwing in an idea, how about we pretend to work for Petey, we collect "his" money, but with nicer deadlines so noone will have to be given up for adoption
as we use the money to kill such fuck heads we are still morally justified
>>5238114
QM do you have a note on our current financial situation or will someone have to go back and work out the numbers?
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>>5238110
I mean, whats the point of doing all this stuff if we're not gonna help normal people at some point? Like is our end goal to save the world or just kill a bunch of people until we get eventually get killed?
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>>5238116
That feels too scummy for me. I don't think our char would shake down people who are already down on their luck but keeping the loot for ourselves seems to be in-character enough.
>>5238117
What are we saving the world from? I don't think we are anywhere close to being powerful enough to get a messiah complex just yet anyway.
Implants make us stronger. Improve our success chances. If we are going to give 20% of our score to every poor lady we ain't getting those ever.
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>>5238120
I guess it's just about deciding what type of character we are. For me I think that if you're the type to actually go through with being a vigilante, you'd want to help people at some point in a way that doesn't involve busting kneecaps. And I'm not saying we should donate all our money to charity or anything, but a bit here and there ain't bad, and plus this chick is directly affected by our actions, so it makes sense to want to help her out a bit at least.

Either way, cybernetics are a far off dream with our current situation. We could bankrupt two or three minor gangs and still probably not afford the really good shit that we want.
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>>5238120
we still improved her situation if you think about it
she pays less frequently and we can forget about a big chunk of the interests too, eh?
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>>5238123
I don't want to be a loanshark bro.
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>>5238122
We will see where the quest takes us.
I am not opposed to charity in this partcular situation but I feel like 10k cash could get poor lady in trouble. I mean think of how it looks - a creditor dies and then one of his debtors gets money out of nowhere. Bonus points if some of they are stained with his blood.
I dunno if police or gangs are going to investigate that shit but I feel like it might land our neighbor in some hot water.
>>5238123
Feels like too much hassle for too little gain. Those gangs our deceased pal was working with might start asking question if we try to start loaning on what I assume is their territory.
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>>5238124
how about "The Credit Cyborg"?
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>>5238128
I dunno, this is 10k in 2XXX dollars. It costed 500 to rent a book, I'd say giving her 10k won't even cover her rent this month, but it could still get her and her kids some food for the week. I really doubt anyones gonna notice somebody getting the equivalent of less than 100$ randomly, and that's assuming she blabs to her friends or neighbors or whatever.
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>>5238130
My math's bad but you get the point, 10k isn't a lot in this situation. Anyways we've harped about this long enough I think, we'll see where the quest goes like you said.
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>>5238106
>Support
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>>5238116
I do have note on your current financial situation.

You have two days of healthy groceries left, have $9,458 in your personal savings, $49,475 in stolen cash hidden in your dumpster, and an outstanding debt of $500 in the Morrison Grant Memorial Library, which will be paid back when you return the book or never, if you keep it.

Rent is $5,000 due at the 1st of the month. Right now it's the second Tuesday of July, so it's 14th and rent will be due in 17 days. If you want to, you can avoid paying rent but there are possible consequences, not all of them from the landlord. It's not uncommon for roommates to beat each into a stupor over not paying rent and causing a hike in next month. Property damage is covered by generous insurance which is subsidized by the establishment. It's also a felony. It still happens constantly.

Remember that rampant inflation has caused prices to rise to ten times their 21st century cost. If you converted the prices to their equivalent, you have $945 in the bank, $4,947 in the dumpster, owe $50 to the library, and are paying $500 in your share of the rent. On top of that, the default price is what it costs upfront to start renting the use of an item or commodity on a daily, weekly, or monthly basis. To fully own the same item or commodity costs ten times more. It's better to own something but most can't afford to purchase everything, so they're caught in a cycle of rent.
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>>5236442
>It's over two centuries into a globalized, hyper-corporatist future
>>5238138
>inflation has caused prices to rise to ten times their 21st century cost
>>5233573
>$9,458
>A hundred years ago that would’ve been $945. A hundred years before that, you don’t want to think about how far you’ve gone.
something doesnt line up
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>>5238142
Math is hard, ok? Extremely, unbearably, soul crushingly difficult.
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>>5238142
My mistake. That's a typo as I was writing on mobile, it should've read
>a couple hundred years ago
as it's in the late 2200s, and
>a hundred years before that
was referring to the finances of the early 1900s, when a penny was a usable form of currency and not a novelty. The Great Depression was emphasized as a painful but ultimately positive stepping stone for society's economics away from an inefficient past in your education, so you reflexively think the economy beforehand must have been better, though the details are fuzzy. You're aware there was a surge of hyperinflation back in the 21st century but that a "well-timed" economic reset cleared things, somehow. Your education was extremely (intentionally) vague on finances and the corpo-level internet isn't much better. You suspect they lied to everyone and selectively rewrote the history books but aren't able to objectively confirm that.
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>>5238150
alright, i think clears it all up. so this >>5238130
>equivalent of less than 100$
is wrong as we are considering giving ~1000$ to charity, correct?
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>>5238157
Correct. You're living in what amounts to the worst parts of a brazilian favela and downtown LA rolled into a single urban nightmare, so it's considerable.
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Rolled 68 (1d100)

>>5238106
>>5238107
>>5238109
>>5238134
"No, no, it's nothing like that. I don't know if you've heard so I thought I'd tell you. Petey's dead." Laura stops and looks at you in disbelief. "What?" "Petey's dead. Some psycho called him to the park then beat him with a baseball bat or something. All of his loans... there's nobody left to collect." She's stunned and falls against the wall. "You're serious? He's- he's gone?" You nod. "Fucker's dead. I wish I could've been the one to do it-" You wish you could do it again. "-but I never had the balls." It's taking her some time to process, and she stops shaking the bottle and starts sobbing with joy as it sinks in. "Hoooly shit. Thanks for letting me know. Ohmygod, this changes everything!" You shake your head. "No problem. Enjoy the rest of your-" She's slammed the door and you can overhear her telling the kids inside they'll get to keep their baby sister.

"-day." The sheer relief in her voice makes you feel good. You never wanted any credit attached to your real identity, anyway. You put your hands in your pockets and sigh. It feels like a weight's been taken off your shoulders. Before you can leave, the door cracks open and the boy from earlier is staring through. His eyes meet yours, about to flood over, and you can tell that even though you didn't tell him, he assumed you did it. He sees the way you look back at him and then he knows without a doubt. You can see his mouth move, letting you know without speaking. Thank you. The door clicks shut and you're left standing there. Damn, that feels good.

You've got hours left before you'll need to leave but you've already made up your mind. You're hitting Marcelo's ahead of time. With any luck, there'll already be someone there.
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>>5238168
>>5238168
You go to the address that was on the poster and a couple of hours later, you've found the location. You didn't believe what you were seeing for a second, but you can't escape the fact that it's a completely normal, sleazy motel. You're a bit confused and looking around, you can see about a dozen men at various levels of fitness milling in the parking lot. None of them look like they've killed a man before but some look pretty scrappy. You're noticed almost immediately and a couple go to talk to you, probably assuming you're in on it from your build, but when they see the same look of confusion on your face they stop.

It's 10:00 AM and you've got some time to kill before 5:00 PM.

>What do you want to do?

>Keep studying 'Winning Wrestling Moves.' You can't stop, won't stop.
>Try to strike up a conversation with one of the others. You bet your ass they're here for the same thing.
>Ask them if they want to pass the time with some wrestling. Try not to come off as a crazy person.
>Head inside the motel and ask around for some answers.
>Ignore everyone else and do some exercises. You want to see if you can get a burn going.
>Nevermind that. You have another idea.
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>>5238187
>Keep studying 'Winning Wrestling Moves.' You can't stop, won't stop.
>Ask them if they want to pass the time with some wrestling. Try not to come off as a crazy person.
"I'll give you some workout and diet tips too. Plus wrestling is the manliest martial art ever created, all other fighting styles are built off of it."
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>>5238187
>Try to strike up a conversation with one of the others. You bet your ass they're here for the same thing.
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>>5238187
>Try to strike up a conversation with one of the others. You bet your ass they're here for the same thing.
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>>5238187
>Ask them if they want to pass the time with some wrestling. Try not to come off as a crazy person.
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>>5238187
>Keep studying 'Winning Wrestling Moves.' You can't stop, won't stop.
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>>5238193

Support.
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>>5238193
support

our autism will spaghetti this very hard but let's try make some bros
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>>5238193
>>5238217
>>5238220
You're going to skim the simpler moves of the book, then see if you can't get some more hands-on practice. These people are a little on edge from the location but they seem friendly enough.

>Roll 2d100+0, 1st for studying, 2nd for getting some of the others to wrestle
>1st Difficulty is 80/85/90. You come closer every time you open the book.
>2nd Difficulty is 60/80/100. They're here because they want to learn how to fight.
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Rolled 96, 30 = 126 (2d100)

>>5238228
check out these crits
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>>5238228
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Rolled 98, 4 = 102 (2d100)

>>5238228

Not gonna fuck this up.

Nice.>>5238232
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>>5238228
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Rolled 48, 92 = 140 (2d100)

>>5238237
I'm dumb.
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Rolled 68, 51 = 119 (2d100)

>>5238228
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>>5238240
>>5238237
>>5238232
Yoooo. Finally some good fucking rolls.
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Rolled 66, 69 = 135 (2d100)

>>5238228
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>>5238242
i enter thread, good rolls come. you may all thank me now
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Rolled 45, 82 = 127 (2d100)

>>5238228
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Rolled 47, 50, 41, 8, 56, 84, 60, 22, 91, 84, 67 = 610 (11d100)

>>5238232
>>5238238
>>5238240
>98 vs 80/85/90
>Excellent Success
>92 vs 60/80/100
>Excellent Success

You read the book, try to visualize the movements in your head for the thousandth time, and curse at how you can't seem to translate the picture diagram into physical action, then have an epiphany. You realize that now you have space to manuever and try to pantomime the moves instead of reading them. The difference this makes is enormous. You don't have a partner or a training dummy but thanks to your durability, you can throw yourself without worrying about hitting concrete or breaking bones with a misstep. Some of the others are staring at you trying to grapple the air next to dented rentals and olf rustheaps and must think you're not all there, but something clicks and like that, you've figured it out. You can now, in theory, execute and counter a double-leg takedown. The difference this makes in a fight where everything's moving fast, you're getting violent resistance, and your target doesn't give a fuck about proper wrestling form is slight, but it is there. If you managed this on your own in only two days, you're excited to see where you'll be at in a month.

>You are now a Dabbling Wrestler and get a +2 to grappling on top of any other bonuses.

Once you've finished tumbling, you get up. You haven't started sweating and it's been hours. That feels strange but you can't complain. The others are still here, either talking or browsing their cell phones, and they snap to attention when you shout. "HEY! You're all here for Marcelo's right? Well so am I, and I just figured out how to do a double-leg takedown! I'm fucking amped! Which one of you wants to throw down? Friendly competition and all that, get the blood flowing before the real try-out, or whatever the fuck it is, starts." A few glance around, then one wispy-haired older man mumbles. "Better than sitting on my ass." He pushes himself off the hub of someone else's car to walk over, after a bit of muttering the rest follow, and then you all find a wide open spot of the parking lot not in clear view of the highway to get started. This is going to be fun.

>Roll 1d100+22 to wrestle!
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Rolled 27 + 22 (1d100 + 22)

>>5238287
>buncha dudes show up SEVEN HOURS early and complain about waiting around
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Rolled 31 (1d100)

>>5238287
Let's do this
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Rolled 82 (1d100)

>>5238287
rollin look at deeze crit
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Rolled 32 + 22 (1d100 + 22)

>>5238287
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Rolled 22 + 22 (1d100 + 22)

>>5238287
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>>5238301
>>5238300
>>5238297
>>5238296
ok boys you are no longer allowed to roll
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>>5238302
You didn't even roll correctly my dude.
Where is the "+22" part?
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Rolled 62 (1d100)

>>5238302
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>>5238306
i think the OP is capable of addition ok
>>5238307
you are now allowed rolling privileges again
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Rolled 15 (1d100)

>>5238302
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>>5238296
>>5238297
>>5238298
>104 vs 47, 50, 41, 8, 56, 84, 60, 27, 96, 89, 72
>After modifiers: +5 (Combat Experience)

You get into the center and let the older man come closer. This is a friendly bout so there's a few rules, no gouging, biting, neck throws or similar, so it's about as even as it can get. As a bonus, it's harder for anyone to tell you're superhumanly durable with this way of doing it as it all comes down to strength and skill. Unfortunately for the others, you're the biggest man here by a long shot and you're no slouch in the weight room, or alley, in your case. You're aggressive and use your size to your advantage.

In most cases this lets you get a pin fairly quickly, one case with a pencil-necked teenager ending in seconds, but some make you work for it. A stocky mexican man almost knocks you over and matches your grip until he gets tired and gives you the edge. One of the meaner looking ones tries to tackle your midsection but you don't budge, and manage to force a shoulder lock in less than thirty seconds. The last few are serious, smaller than you, weaker than you, but they've been around the block more and it shows in 5-10 minute struggles. At one point, a wiry man with greasy hair gets you in a lock but you break out through raw muscle and eventually get the better of him. He's a better fighter than you, no doubt, he just didn't have the mass.

By the end of the hour, you've wrestled and beaten everyone there and they've gotten a good sweat going. Your own forehead has a bead or two, which is interesting. More than that, you've earned some respect and teasing that you must be a cyborg but this isn't taken seriously, if you were and in the gutter, it'd be visible. You being a super doesn't enter into anyone's mind. They just think you're a gym rat with a massive frame. Several more wrestling matches happen between the others while you referee and watching that feels nice. It makes you wish you could do this more often. Hell, maybe you can. They've started listening to you when you ramble, anyway, and you try to teach them some of what you know. This has you excited as you try to run them through what you've learned so far and they nod along. "I'll give you some workout and diet tips too. Plus wrestling is the manliest martial art ever created, all other fighting styles are built off of it."

The others pay attention when you explain how you've crunched the numbers and found synthetic meat better for lifting than bugs, in moderation, and when you mention how you've been using capped-off pipes in lieu of weights for your routine after your previous gym shut down, there's some suspension of disbelief that evaporates when you go into extreme detail. They finish the conversation thinking you're a little crazy but in a good way, the kind of crazy that gets results. They don't say it but you can see it in their eyes.
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>>5238368
The sky starts to get dimmer, it's almost impossible to tell where the sun is due to the urban density in most neighborhoods, and your conversation topics shift. You ask them why they turned up so early and they all have different answers that all amount to taking precautions in case it was a first-come, first-serve situation or an undercover police operation. That's reasonable. You start talking about each other's backgrounds and yours is fairly typical, most of the people here are UBI-dependants who supplement their income with gigs but there are some low level wage-workers, and one of the meanest wrestlers, the one who almost beat you, Keith, confesses he's part of a nonviolent salvage crew and wants to learn how to better defend himself from thieves. Over the next few hours, from 3:00-5:00 PM, more and more trickle in, until there's nearly double the number of those that showed up early. Strange, you figure most would've come on time but people are paranoid. They integrate well with the group atmosphere that's already kicked off and there's a few more wrestling matches but nothing too much. Nobody wants to be exhausted when whatever it is kicks off, and...

A handful of vans and suburbans that've had their back windows taped over pull in. Everyone stops and waits. The first van parks and a shredded man in an undershirt steps out. He has a basket in one hand and doesn't shout but his voice is legible. "LISTEN UP. For safety purposes, all cell-phones, ear-pieces, and smart cards go in here. They'll stay in the lobby with a trustee for the next 3-4 hours. You'll get 'em back later. If we find out you snuck one you'll be shitting glass." An older man with a rusted prosthetic leg gets out next to him. He doesn't say anything but eyes up the crowd. A few he stops to stare at, you in particular get a solid ten seconds. The speaker points his thumb to him and continues. "You pay Methuselah here $500 then pick a car and pile up. Drive to the meet's about an hour but we can't have you knowing the route. Don't want the feds on our ass. Simple shit. If you're going to pussy out, now's the time."

A couple of the latecomers get cold feet and leave but most don't hesitate to hand over their devices and find a seat. You take a second to think about it.

>Fair enough. You left your cell phone at the pad. You'll pay your $500 and get in for the ride.
>Nah, this is too sketchy to deal. Too much secrecy for your blood. You'll bail while you still can.
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>>5238372
>Fair enough. You left your cell phone at the pad. You'll pay your $500 and get in for the ride.
They're smart. I like it. And we rolled a hundred on this, if the QM turns this into a trap I'm calling bullshit.
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Rolled 74 (1d100)

>>5238368
>>Fair enough. You left your cell phone at the pad. You'll pay your $500 and get in for the ride.

>>5238377
If this roll is a 73 it's a trap.
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>>5238400
Huh. I don't know if I should be worried or not.
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>>5238372
>>Fair enough. You left your cell phone at the pad. You'll pay your $500 and get in for the ride.
This is gonna get interesting.
>>5238400
I think the dice is trying to tell us something
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>>5238372
>Fair enough. You left your cell phone at the pad. You'll pay your $500 and get in for the ride.

I have a strange feeling its going to be something fucked up.
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Dude. QM, you post like a machine, on top of the other traits I've complimented you on. You definitely need to stick around.
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>>5237498
>combination sink-toilet
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>>5238377
>>5238400
>>5238416
>>5238433
That's just smart business. If you were running an underground fighting gym you'd do the same thing. You hand over your $500, show them your pockets, and get in the back of a van with about ten other men. Most you've already wrestled with and talked to, so you pick up where you left off and the atmosphere goes from tense to conversational. The van takes off and with the little window to the front cab taped, you don't have any idea where you're going. Not for the first time, you hope this isn't a trap but reassure yourself that if it is, you should be better off than most. About an hour later, the van comes to a rolling stop and the same speaker from earlier cracks open the back. "Let's hope you ain't high or hungover. You'll need to be at the top of your game for this. Get out, form a line with the rest." He steps back and you shuffle out with the rest into what appears to be an empty parking lot. It's one of those underground ones and looks abandoned but the lights are new and there's no grafitti, which is unusual.

You get into a loose line with the rest of the crowd and the speaker and older cyborg start sizing up everyone here. You notice now that there's about a dozen padded floors that have been cordoned off, numerous dummies lining one wall, and a handful of men loitering near the edges with proper assault rifles. They're all wearing vests and look like they know what they're doing but aren't particularly alert for a rabble like this. The speaker resumes. "LISTEN UP. Marcelo's Mosh-Pit is not a charitable organization, it takes no responsibility for injuries that may result in participation and requires no waiver, as Marcelo's Mosh-Pit does not officially exist. In the event of a legal intervention, you were never officially here and we expect to receive the same level of discretion. Now that all of the paperwork is out of the way, let me lay down what's about to happen here."

"See those fight mats? Marcelo's Mosh-Pit has high-standards and our instructors aren't going to waste their time with people that can't hack it. We're going to pair you off with each other, then you're going to get in there and fight. Barehanded, no mutilation. Anything else goes. First one to tap loses. You win two out of three matches or impress either of our staff, myself included, you're in and we'll give you the rundown on how that works. You lose, you're out but there's no shame in that, you can take another crack at it next meet. Am I UNDERSTOOD?"
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>>5238452
The line gives back a murmuring acknowledgement and he nods. "Alright. Now, if you're a combat cyborg or a super and can prove it, this try-out? It's waived. Don't even worry about it. Just step to the side and watch the action happen. Your anonymity is GUAR-AN-TEED. Marcelo's Mosh-Pit wants top fighters. Doesn't matter if you're a burnout or six hundred pounds. If you've got the stuff, we'll make it happen. You have ten seconds." He moves his shades down, to sweep his naked eyes over the crowd.

"Don't try to lie to us. We will know."

>What do you want to do?

>Step to the side. You have a scarf and haven't mentioned your name or residence to anyone here.
>Wait for the match-ups. You can probably pass it off that you're just tough and don't have anything going on.
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>>5238456
>Wait for the match-ups. You can probably pass it off that you're just tough and don't have anything going on.
This is retard bait, whoever steps to the side immediately gets booted out for being dumb and naive.
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>Wait for the match-ups. You can probably pass it off that you're just tough and don't have anything going on.

Trap. We need not reveal our trump card.
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>>5238193
>all other fighting styles are built off of it."
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>>5238459
Is this like that chinese green hat meme? You calling me a cuck, you motherfucker?
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>>5238377
You'll appreciate what the QM gives us and keep yer trap shut.

>>5238456
>>Wait for the match-ups. You can probably pass it off that you're just tough and don't have anything going on.
Whoever steps to the side and reveals themselves as super here is retarded and deserves death.
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>>5238456
>>Wait for the match-ups. You can probably pass it off that you're just tough and don't have anything going on.
Gee, if it isn't some sorta way to single out people to recruit them or chop shop them. Gonna not do that.
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Rolled 26, 87 = 113 (2d100)

>>5238457
>>5238458
>>5238480
Yeah, nah, you weren't exactly making straight As in school but you aren't a dumbass. You stay put and ten seconds later, nobody moves. The speaker shrugs. "No surprises here. Let's get to it." Over the next few minutes, every one is paired off with whoever the judges think would make for a good match. They explain it's not about winning the fight, it's about seeing if you're worth the training they offer. You intend to kick ass and they either want to see if there's any potential behind your muscles or use you to get everyone else in a beat or be beaten mindset, because you and a bald, twitchy dude about half of your size are first up on the mat. He was almost late and you haven't heard a word out of his mouth. You don't want to accidentally cripple the bastard but you won't be holding back. The smile, like he knows something you don't throws you off a little. You try to get into a stance and the old man blows a whistle.

The match is on.

>Roll 1d100+22 to FIGHT!
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Rolled 34 + 22 (1d100 + 22)

>>5238504
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Rolled 10 + 22 (1d100 + 22)

>>5238504
My guess is this guy is on some sort of stimulants. Combat or otherwise.
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Rolled 58 (1d100)

>>5238504
Watch this 1
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>>5238517
Forgot to add the modifier again
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Rolled 29 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>5238507
>>5238512
>>5238517
>80 vs 87

You don't know what you expected but this fight wasn't it. The man bobbed and weaved like a demon, every punch you threw he was under or beside it, and he was throwing haymakers. Every couple of seconds, you'd shimmy back or get WHACKED in the jaw or the temple and when you tried to brace yourself he just ran into you, tripping your legs, pouncing one way and striking another, and constantly giggling and shaking like he's a split-second fron a seizure. You roll with the hits, grunt and try to make it look realistic but in reality it's like he's tickling you with a feather. One thing is for sure, if you weren't a super you'd be getting the shit knocked out of you.

Every time you get your hand around him he just slips out and you catch an elbow to the stomach or another haymaker. His technique isn't even refined, he's just fast and manic in ways that most people aren't. To your favor, you do manage to dodge or block the worst of his hits and get in a few good licks, one knocked him in the jaw but it's like he doesn't feel it. A few minutes later, you take another swing for his jaw but he shuffles under it and jumps into you, knocking you flat on your ass in a tackle as he gets his hands around your neck and reach to grab and tear the scrawny fuck beneath his coat, but then the whistle blows, he lets go, and you remind yourself that this is just a friendly try-out match.

You get up and walk like you're dizzy back to the middle of the crowd while your opponent sticks his hands in his pockets and shuffles near the side. Fucker's on something or just unhinged. It wasn't a real fight. That's what you tell yourself. The fact is you got outplayed and the judges must've seen that, and how you took those hits too. You watch the next few fights and then it's your turn again. Your opponent is the same mexican that gave you a hard time earlier, this time with a cut on his cheek and such a genuine smile you can't help but give one back.

Then the whistle blows, his eyes narrow, and the match is on.

>Roll 1d100+22 to FIGHT!
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>>5238543
>and you reach to grab and tear
I swear sometimes this writing app deletes text
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Rolled 58 + 22 (1d100 + 22)

>>5238543
Fuckin' methheads kek. Gonna kill himself doing whatever he's doing to get all wired like that.

>>5238548
RIP
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Rolled 41 (1d100)

>>5238543
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Rolled 76 + 22 (1d100 + 22)

>>5238543
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Rolled 73 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>5238551
>>5238566
>>5238577
>98 vs 39

He comes in hot with a nasty right hook that would've cost most men a tooth but you catch him offguard by ducking and diving straight into his legs. You grab tightly and he tries to kick up when he sees his mistake but you're too big, too low, and too close for it to work, even if his shoes could do any damage. You execute a clean double-leg drop and stand over the man. He taps the mat and shakes his head. "Heh, I thought we'd be standing this time." You give him a hand and you both get back into the crowd. The next few fights aren't too interesting, uncoordinated skinnyfat wage-workers trying to push and shove each other out of the mat but near the end you see a panicking pudgy man overextend an elbow and give a poor, grungy little dude a photorealistic rendition of the poster you saw a few days ago. Ouch.

You weren't the only one to wince. Not too long after that it's your turn. You're up against a leatherclad punk with a neon-green mohawk. He eyes you warily and something about his stance tells you he knows what he's doing. You hear the whistle and then the match is on.

Roll 1d100+22 to FIGHT!
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Rolled 46 + 22 (1d100 + 22)

>>5238622
COME ON
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Rolled 45 + 22 (1d100 + 22)

>>5238622
Oh fuck
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Rolled 47 + 22 (1d100 + 22)

>>5238622
Oh no he's going to punch us in the throat and I dunno, make us look bad?
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Rolled 54 + 22 (1d100 + 22)

>>5238622
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Rolled 40 + 22 (1d100 + 22)

>>5238622
Fight!
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>>5238625
>>5238633
>>5238641
>69 vs 93

You take a step and a steel-toed boot meets your breadbasket. You gasp and he's in your guard, lands more uppercuts and hooks than you can mentally process in two seconds, darts out of your reach and catches you in the forehead with a high kick. It does no damage whatsoever but you're under scrutiny so you act like you're reeling, then "recover" and throw a haymaker for his nosering. He sweeps his arm to catch yours and deflects, opening you up to a short jab to the face that lets you know he's wearing a sharp metal ring as he subtly flicks his wrist to lash you with it. Fuckhead.

You aren't cut but you go to swing, mimicking the hooks he's been throwing, and he steps outside your reach and catches you with an openhand as he dances to your side and lands a nasty high kick straight in the lower back. If you weren't durable, there's a good chance you'd need hospital attention from this shit. You make a wild swing for his chin and when he moves to dodge you grab his leather collar and pull him in to strike but he rapidly shifts his angle so that what should've been a kidney shot barely taps his side. You resort to overpowering him in a grapple but he slams your crotch, WHAM, and you have no choice but to release and groan like you're being knocked into a coma, which by all rights you should be. He steps to the edge of the mat and when he looks at you, there's a feral smile on his face that tells you he lives for this shit. You're standing there, unmoved by the damage but pretending you are, and you need to make a choice. There's no chance you can beat him normally, the gap in skill is too great, but if you rely on your durability to overwhelm him with your raw size and aggression, there's a chance they'll be able to tell something's wrong. You've already taken what should be several beatings over in your first fight and now this. Lots of men wouldn't be standing after half of the punishment you've taken.

Right now you could fall over, tap-out, and it would be believable, but then you would've lost the match and have only won one out of three. You'd be leaving your success in this month's try-out to whether or not the judges wanted to see more of what you can do. Besides, you would have to suffer the smirk on that bastard's face.

>What's your call?

>Take off the kiddy gloves. Eat the pain and shit thunder on this fucker. You'll have to be careful not to stretch disbelief but you know that if you want it, a win is inevitable.
>Take the loss and tap-out. It's already going to be suspicious that you aren't bruised to fuck. The judges would be fools to throw your potential out on its ass.
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>>5238674
>>Take the loss and tap-out. It's already going to be suspicious that you aren't bruised to fuck. The judges would be fools to throw your potential out on its ass.

Lets not give them an excuse to check us.
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>>5238674
>>Take the loss and tap-out. It's already going to be suspicious that you aren't bruised to fuck. The judges would be fools to throw your potential out on its ass.
It occurs to me that since we have such a huge reduced need to breathe we can master proper fight cardio without much issue.

Even if they don't want to take us, this was a good learning experience. But they should at least be interested. Being tough enough to get up after an ass whooping is a hard to come by trait naturally.
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>>5238674
hey wait, you said its a barehanded fight but this guy is using a metal ring?

Can't we complain to the judge about that?
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>>5238684
You can but this isn't a strictly professional MMA environment, judging that the fights were paired off with no respect to weight class, multiple crotch shots have gone unchallenged, and there are still teeth scattered over the mat. They're primarily concerned about knuckles, switchblades, heavy belt-buckle whips, and similar improvised weapons that could lend a significant advantage to their user but you can mention the ring to them. Not having a cut where he's punched would make telling them about it in the context of your fight a bit difficult, though you can definitely make an argument.
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>>5238682
That's true, your endurance is as major an aspect of your superpower as durability. If you were determined you could go at your maximum without any drop of performance for an obscene amount of time. During your intervention of the earlier street conflict, you sprinted at full-tilt for several minutes and weren't appreciably exhausted afterward. Your stamina isn't unlimited but it would take an extreme amount of work to find it. For the average violent criminal, you are an extremely scary individual.
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>>5238674
>Take off the kiddy gloves. Eat the pain and shit thunder on this fucker. You'll have to be careful not to stretch disbelief but you know that if you want it, a win is inevitable.
I want blood, fuck it. Pass it off as a burst of adrenaline and pure rage if they ask.
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>>5238674
Finally caught up, you're blitzing through the updates QM.

>Take the loss and tap-out. It's already going to be suspicious that you aren't bruised to fuck. The judges would be fools to throw your potential out on its ass.

Not everything has to happen right away, we have plenty we can do, learn, and buy in the meantime. Don't want to be made as a super in front of everyone this early, maybe if we were among friends I'd be fine with it, but not yet.
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>>5238674
>Take the loss and tap-out. It's already going to be suspicious that you aren't bruised to fuck. The judges would be fools to throw your potential out on its ass.
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>>5238674
>Take off the kiddy gloves. Eat the pain and shit thunder on this fucker. You'll have to be careful not to stretch disbelief but you know that if you want it, a win is inevitable.
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>>5238674
>>Take the loss and tap-out. It's already going to be suspicious that you aren't bruised to fuck. The judges would be fools to throw your potential out on its ass.
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Rolled 62 (1d100)

>>5238681
>>5238682
>>5238799
>>5238822
>>5238993
It is what it is. You take another swing for him but hit air and get one-two hook and jab to the jaw your trouble. You stagger back and try to make a defense but he moves too precise for you to manage and he gets a boot straight into your kidney. That’s enough. You collapse onto the mat and wretch and aren’t able to vomit but make a convincing spectacle as you tap. Just like that, the fight is over and you go back to the crowd. Twenty minutes later, the last of the try-outs is done and they have everyone stand in a line again. You wait with baited breath as they call everyone who won twice forward, skipping over you, and eventually…
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>>5239036
…call you and a handful of others who fought well but didn’t have the skill or size to come out on top. By the end, just under half are accepted and most of those who aren’t are nursing bruises or trying to recover from what are going to be some heavy medical bills. Meanwhile, you’ve been through the wringer but don’t have any visible injuries at all which is some reason for worry but you pretend that you’re sore. The losers are herded back into a couple of vans, which take off, presumably back to the motel parking lot. You still have a few more hours and that has you and the others curious.

The earlier speaker addresses the much smaller crowd. “You’re either standing here because you can throw a punch or you’re a hard piece of shit. It’s time to tell you all what you’ve signed up for. As I’m sure you’ve gathered, Marcelo’s Mosh-Pit is an unofficial full contact fighting gym. Our goal here is to take you, doesn’t matter if you’re a schlub or can already fight, and sculpt you into a lean, mean, metaphorical killing machine. These meets are all week, every week. You give us an address and a schedule you’re comfortable with, and we’ll send a van to pick you up. It ain’t free, it’s $500 a night, but I can assure you, we are the best you’re going to get from the shithole you came from. That’s the least important part. Now, if you can do well and demonstrate you have some stones under your belt, Marcelo can put in a good word and get you in the fight circuit. Yes, that fight circuit. If you’re a fighter, training is free, you keep ninety percent of your winnings while we get our cut of a tenth. Some of the hardest hitters on the streets have come out of our gym and we are proud of that. A few of you might have what it takes. That’s enough explaining things. Let’s get you what you’ve paid for.”

It turns out they’re both instructors and you could’ve predicted that but apparently three more rough-looking men leaving the front cabs of a couple of vans are, too, and you’re a little surprised.

>What kind of training do you want?

>Striking Training
>Grappling Training
>Defense Training
>Weapons Training
>Light Sparring
>Instructor's Examination
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>>5239052
>>Weapons Training
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>>5239052
>Striking Training
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>>5239052
>>Striking Training
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>>5239052
>Striking Training

Learn basic heavy-weight boxing tactics, turtle up only go for sure openings, don't do anything fancy. We can take a hit, we should learn how to dish one out.
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>>5239052
>>Striking Training

Perhaps we should look into acting classes as well
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>>5239072
>>5239086
>>5239087
>>5239089
This organization is sketchy and if they’re involved with underground fights, they’re probably involved with other kinds of crime. You can see this has a lot of funding, more than $500 a man can afford. Either there’s an order of magnitude more trainees than you came in with or they’re getting money from somewhere else. Probably the fight circuit. You’ve never seen a match or been in a position to find one and afford the ticket price, but you’ve heard rumors about them. Men fighting cyborgs fighting supers, all recorded, all under the nose of the establishment as long as it gets its share. Fatalities are common, crippling injuries moreso, but the betting is huge and if you’re willing to risk death or worse, it’s one of the few ways to go from nobody to a millionaire outside of hitting it big with a scam or getting a sudden promotion.

You’ll do some more digging into this Marcelo guy and decide whether you want to be a part of the fights later. For now, you’re going to take advantage of the opportunity to learn. You can already take a punch, what you need is to learn how to throw them. You explain this to a wiry instructor with a shaved-head and he leads you over to a wall, where a set of punching bags have been set up. “Gotta start with the basics. Go on, hit the fucker.” You move to strike and he watches. You think it’s a decent hit, there was a nice THUD and the punching bag’s swaying back but he isn’t impressed. “Hmm. Nah, nah that’s all wrong, man. Got to move your hips. See? Like this.” He goes over to the punching bag, holds it steady, and in a second, strikes it harder and faster than you could’ve managed if you wanted to. You're impressed and he explains. “It’s all about the hips. The footwork. If you don’t got that you’re not getting nowhere. Here, lemme show you.”

For the next couple of hours, you punch the bag until your hands should be bleeding.

>Roll 1d100+0 to learn something
>Difficulty is 70/80/90
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>>5239052
>Striking Training
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Rolled 47 (1d100)

>>5239124
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Rolled 80 (1d100)

Punch tha bag
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Rolled 50 (1d100)

>>5239124
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>>5239052
>Striking Training
We had to take a mean fall twice because we couldn't connect our punches. We have to get faster.
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Rolled 62 (1d100)

>>5239124
Jesus, man, you're an update machine.
Don't burn out.
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Rolled 1 (1d100)

>>5239124
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>>5239131
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>>5239135
>80 vs 70/80/90

You listen to what he's saying. Move your body, not your arms. Keep your feet sideways to the target, not spread out. Don't windmill, follow through. You do your best to take his advice and follow his example and eventually, you can feel it's making a difference. You can feel a little more of your weight hitting the bag every time. You imagine doing the same to someone's windpipe and it isn't pretty. Finally, you step back and pretend to take a breather. It still feels weird that you aren't sweating.

>You are now a Dabbling Boxer and get a +2 to striking on top of any other bonuses.

The instructor seems pleased. "Not bad. Not the best I've seen startin' but not the worst. Cardio's fuckin' insane though. Lotta room to improve. Just keep it up. I want to see you again, you hear?" You nod and try to seem out of breath. Either you do a good job and he doesn't notice or he doesn't care that you're in the same shape as you came in. You're about to file into one of the vans when the speaker takes you to the side. "What'd you think?" You answer honestly. "Better than the library." He makes a smile that doesn't reach the rest of his face. "Tends to be. So when are you coming back?"

It takes you a second to think it over. This'll take up a full night for the ride here and back every time you do. If you overdid it this could put a dampener on your vigilante career for a while, but at the same time, it'll making you more efficient. Then there's the $500 but that's more of an afterthought.

>You'll be back next Tuesday. One day a week, no big commitment.
>You have a specific schedule in mind. Which days are you coming in?
>You'll be here seven days a week. Petey had plenty of money, now you'll spend it.
>You don't think this gym is for you. Thank for him for the time but you won't be back.
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>>5239195
>>You'll be here seven days a week. Petey had plenty of money, now you'll spend it.
*Cue training montage*
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>>5239195
>You'll be here seven days a week. Petey had plenty of money, now you'll spend it.
We need some training, I think on defense and grappling especially. I don't want to run into some muscle grafted giganigga who strong and good enough to just hold us still while the heavies roll in, that's pretty much my main worry when it comes to combat.
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>>5239195
>You'll be here seven days a week. Petey had plenty of money, now you'll spend it.
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>>5239195
>You'll be here seven days a week. Petey had plenty of money, now you'll spend it.
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>>5239195
>>You'll be here seven days a week. Petey had plenty of money, now you'll spend it.
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>>5239196
>>5239202
>>5239203
>>5239206
>>5239246
"Tomorrow, and every day after that." His smile sharpens and he pats you on the back. "Good. Marcelo likes a go-getter. If you've got the mindset for it, I think you'll go far. Now, about the logistics..." You give him the address of an alleyway under a Coca-Cola billboard and he informs you that someone'll be there around 5:00 PM, give or take thirty minutes because they've got other trainees to pick up. You'd better not miss it.

You shrug, crawl in the back of the van, and go limp to fit in with everyone else that's already collapsed from exhaustion. A little while later, you're back at the motel parking lot. The back door cracks open, everyone shuffles out, and then you're gone back to your pad. You crawl into the pod and try to block out the endless background noise. Sometime around an hour later, you go unconscious and wake up at the crack of dawn. It's Wednesday. You have plenty of time to kill before the Mosh-Pit.

>How do you want to spend it?

>Hang out Elming Meadows and see if you can't get any of the junkies there to fill you in on Petey's gang.
>Go on a shopping run. Get yourself a disguise and maybe some gym clothes.
>Lay back and hang out with your roommates for once. Maybe they're not too terrible.
>Exercise like a man possessed. These past few days have been too easy, you need to feel the burn again.
>Hit the streets looking for trouble. Fastest teacher is experience, after all.
>Nevermind that. You have another idea.
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>>5239265
>Exercise like a man possessed. These past few days have been too easy, you need to feel the burn again.
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>>5239265
>Go on a shopping run. Get yourself a disguise and maybe some gym clothes.
Enough time has passed that it's not extremely suspicious to be out shopping, at least if we keep it simple, and we're gonna need more sets of clothes if we wanna keep getting into situations where we're shot to shit.
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>>5239265
>Exercise like a man possessed. These past few days have been too easy, you need to feel the burn again.
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>>5239265
>>Go on a shopping run. Get yourself a disguise and maybe some gym clothes.
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>>5239265
>Exercise like a man possessed. These past few days have been too easy, you need to feel the burn again.
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>>5239266
>>5239276
>>5239343
You need to spend that money before it burns a hole in your wallet but you'll get around to it. For now, you think you'll do some backalley sprinting and a few hundred pushups. Maybe a thousand, maybe more, depends on your timetable and whether or not you can actually get yourself tired. You don't know if you still physically can and the worry of losing your gains is eating away at you.

>Roll 1d100+0 to find your limit
>Difficulty is 90/95/100
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Rolled 41 (1d100)

>>5239358
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Rolled 58 (1d100)

>>5239358
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Rolled 47 (1d100)

>>5239358
Limits, alas we hardly knew her.
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Rolled 60 (1d100)

>>5239358
Doot
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>>5239364
>>5239366
>>5239370
>58 vs 90/95/100

Curls, presses, deadlifts. You try everything. For hours you pick up your weight pipes and lift them every way you can imagine, they're as heavy as they always were, but when you've done it a dozen times and set them down after a rep, you don't feel anything. Only the same sturdiness that's been a constant since your potential for superpowers awakened. You're getting fucking mad. You try jogging, running, sprinting as fast as your legs can carry you and as hard as you can push them, but after several hours you can't keep going. Not because you're tired but because you're on the brink of berserk. Exercise used to be your refuge, the one thing you could count on in a world gone mad and now it's gone. You're not just getting a burn, you're fucking fireproof! "RAAAAAAGH!"

You want to FEEL SOMETHING, dammit! You snap and go back to the same abandoned moldly shithole that sniper gave you the slip in. You shove open the door, climb to the fift story window, and dive straight out onto the pavement. WHACK. You can barely feel a bounce. You lie in the middle of the empty highway and scream your lungs out and the air runs dry but they won't go hoarse! "AAAAAAAAAAAAGH!" Nothing out of the ordinary for the megacity. A couple of shifty people come to investigate what might be an easy mark and quietly walk away when they see your size. If there's one thing you're grateful for, it's that you got in shape before this happened.

It isn't easy but you force yourself to calm down and go to the meeting place you agreed on. Sure enough, at 5:12 PM a suburban rolls in, the front window rolls down, and a man in a heavy scarf and tinted goggles asks you if you're Marcelo's. You pull out $500 and get in the back without any fanfare. It's full of different people than the one you signed up with and the drive takes longer. When it stops, you get out to see you're in front of a tireshop. You're curious but don't bother asking as everyone else walks in. The acne-covered teenager behind the counter waves you all into a backroom and then you see the ladder leading down. The basement is bigger than the front business and has more interesting amenities too. A couple of the same instructors are here and recognize you but for the most part, you're on your own. At least this hole's air-conditioned.

>What kind of training do you want?

>Striking Training
>Grappling Training
>Defense Training
>Weapons Training
>Light Sparring
>Instructor's Examination
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>>5239437
>Grappling Training
>Read the wrestling book in tandem with the training.
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>>5239437
>>Defense Training
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>>5239437
>Striking Training

With our power we have a potential to hit harder than any unaugmented non super humans so for now we should focus on that and go for grappling and defense later
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>>5239437
>Striking Training
Grappling with someone who simply doesn't tire out is probably the scariest idea. Cause even a couple minutes of jockeying for position will gas even decently athletic people, let alone someone actively resisting the hold itself. So we can float on that for a little while before learning properly how to do it.

As for exercising, maybe we should try some other kinds. Static position for hours while reading or watching informative video.
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We gotta learn to fight without the typicall neural blockers making it so you only go like 40% so you dont break yourself as we clearly dont need those anymore. That might make it so we can exercise again amd tear our muscles. Should be the first thing we get at a chopshop would do wonders for us.
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>>5239437
>>Striking Training
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>>5239437
>Striking Training
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>>5239470
You find yourself a punching bag and go back to the grind. A few hits in one of the instructors, an older man wearing a sports cap, comes over and adjusts your shoulder. You swing and he tells you to adjust them again. You try your hardest.

>Roll 1d100+0 to learn some more
>Difficulty is 70/80/90
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Rolled 21 (1d100)

>>5239480
Give us some good rolls, come on.
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Rolled 92 (1d100)

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Rolled 56 (1d100)

>>5239480
Obliterate that bag
>>5239482
Nice
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>>5239482
Behold, fist.
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>>5239481
>>5239482
>>5239484
>92 vs 70/80/100
>Extreme Success
You've been trying to hit the punching bag as hard as you can but after an hour without any serious improvements, you shift to trying to throw a punch as well as you can. This lets you focus on the technique and with an instructor to run you through the motions, the difference is enormous. By the end of the night, you're throwing punches almost as good as any run of the mill street punk. Better even, because you're big enough to make it hurt.

>You are now a Novice Boxer and get a +4 to striking on top of any other bonuses.

It's going to get harder and take longer to improve the more you learn but that's fine. You've got time. You thank the instructor for helping you out and not much longer later, you're back at your pad. One of your roommates has passed out in the bathroom and there's the stench of sex, sweat, and long-dried vomit coming from one of pods. Fuck, you hate this place. More than that, you hate the people that made it this way. By now you've gotten used to the urban sensory overload and drift off to sleep. When you wake up at the crack of dawn, you realize it's Thursday. Huh. Almost a week since you started your vigilantism. That's a lot to think about. You've got a lot of time to spend.

>What do you want to do?

>Study Winning Wrestling Moves some more. You think it would make getting progress out of grappling later tonight easier.
>Hit up one of the corpo stores to buy some clothes in cash. It's getting a little strange wearing the same set every day. Maybe some equipment would help too, a prybar, a flashlight, etc.
>Fuck this shithole megacity, fuck this workout funk, and FUCK YOU for doubting yourself. You're going to get out there and you're going to fucking HAMMER it. Everything possible, until you feel the burn.
>Go looking for trouble in all of the best places to find it. You're mad and you're itching for a fight. If there's anywhere you can find one, it's around here.
>Nevermind that. You have another idea.
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>>5239506
>Go to a bar and get REALLY drunk

Come on we're an edgy vigilante we NEED an alcohol addiction.
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>>5239506
>Fuck this shithole megacity, fuck this workout funk, and FUCK YOU for doubting yourself. You're going to get out there and you're going to fucking HAMMER it. Everything possible, until you feel the burn.
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>>5239506
>>Fuck this shithole megacity, fuck this workout funk, and FUCK YOU for doubting yourself. You're going to get out there and you're going to fucking HAMMER it. Everything possible, until you feel the burn.
PUSH IT TO THE LIMIT
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>>5239509
Sounds like a waste of time and our boy doesn't like to waste time. Besides drinking instead of facing your problems is a looser's mindset
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>>5239518
We probably can't even get drunk. Liver is too tough.
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>>5239524
That too
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>>5239506
>Hit up one of the corpo stores to buy some clothes in cash. It's getting a little strange wearing the same set every day. Maybe some equipment would help too, a prybar, a flashlight, etc.
Get some gear
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>>5239506
>>Hit up one of the corpo stores to buy some clothes in cash. It's getting a little strange wearing the same set every day. Maybe some equipment would help too, a prybar, a flashlight, etc.
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>>5239506
>Hit up one of the corpo stores to buy some clothes in cash. It's getting a little strange wearing the same set every day. Maybe some equipment would help too, a prybar, a flashlight, etc.
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>>5239139
I'm sayin tho!
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>>5239547
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>>5239584
You want to get out there and force your body to its limit and then break them over your knee but you restrain yourself. What you need is that, THAT, yes, but finding yourself won't help you if you get into another gunfight and shred your last set of clothes. You need to get this taken care of so that you can go back to business. You briefly reflect on how much money you have.

>$9,458 in your personal savings (Digital)
>$48,475 from Petey's duffel bag (Cash)

It's better to use cash where you can because it can't be tracked but large amounts of it make some businesses paranoid. You've heard about people getting arrested on suspicion of drug paraphernalia for throwing around large amounts of cash and never making any digital payments. You don't want that happening to you but you don't think that'll be a huge problem considering this is the gutter. You think you'll spread your shopping out over several separate stores so it isn't suspicious. Besides, you're out of groceries so you need to get some more anyway. Or do you? You don't know how resilient your body is toward a lack of food. Maybe it wouldn't be a good idea to find out.

If you're willing to resort to it, you can also attempt to take what you need from a charity bin, corporate or otherwise. You have a fair amount of cash to burn though.

>What do you want to buy? Remember that the price to start renting any item is ten times higher than the 21st century cost, and the price to permanently purchase an item is ten times higher than the renting price. Food is sold at rent prices but most people use a subscription for a discount. Not you, there aren't any health-food places that offer a discount.
>If any of you plan to buy compressed helium or natural bananas, you're looking at a thousand times the price, and you would have to pass a difficulty check to find a botique selling them.
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>>5239606
A few sets of durable clothing, maybe a large coat?

At the very least we should grab a small prybar, a hatchet would be a good call too.

Groceries of course.
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>>5239606
Buy groceries with our personal savings, gotta make those regular payments to make it seem like everything is on the up and up.

Buy a few sets of durable clothes, may some clothes that would be good for sneaking in or for more acrobatic activities in case we need them for something that is outside our typical M.O.

A good flashlight, a crowbar, a hatchet for starters. There are a ton of useful tools we should probably buy, but until we have better and safer accommodations it is probably best we not go around spending all our cash only to attract attention as we lug a ton of tools back home. Maybe get a backpack as well, or some kind of satchel or duffel bag.
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>>5239654
+1
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>>5239699
If you’re going to be using resources to do vigilante work, you don’t want the establishment to be remotely aware that they are in your possession. This means that under no circumstances can you take the operational security risk of renting when you can afford to buy. Luckily, funds are currently no issue and you can afford to drop $40,000, possibly more, on your personal equipment. The biggest problem is the pad. It has limited storage space and potentially nosy roommates who could turn you into the megacity rogue super registry, or RSR division, for short, and you would be under a hyperintense investigation for weeks, if not months leading up to a no-knock raid by a super swat squad with hundredfold mundane law enforcement support perfectly tailored to counter your superhuman durability. That isn’t something you want to risk. You can take a bullet but you don’t want to try your luck with an amped, wired corpo-sniper using armor-piercing depleted uranium core rounds.

Better to be safe than sorry and keep your purchases low-key for now. Eventually you’ll want to look into befriending your roommates or getting some unsupervised, unrecorded living quarters where you can store sensitive supplies without risk but that’s far easier said than done. You’ll keep it down to the basics. There are some regulations against hoarding nonperishable food so there’s nothing unusual about you purchasing some health food from your regular supplier, an ALDIs that has a decent amount of synthetic meat and vegetables that haven’t been exposed to the usual pesticides between its carbonated soda and refrigerated cake isles. Of course, it’s extremely pricey, twice what you would expect to eat for with regular food, and four times what the garbage they’ve tried to push on you for a lifetime costs. It is a price you gladly pay and you sink the normal $2,400 into getting your hands on ten days’ worth, that’s $200 per day, plus 20% carbon tax, for carrots, potatoes, and spinach alongside several haunches of meat that the package says is lab-grown clone-steak and you aren’t willing to think deeper into. Almost all of your previous, small and inconsistent income from doing gig work has gone into maintaining your diet and paying off your rent, with a tiny sliver going for the distant dream of renting your own living cube in a low-crime residential area and filling it with a home gym that won’t be plastered with ads for “healthy, corporate-researched performance enhancers” and at risk of immediate shutdown.
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>>5239851
You take your bags back up to your pod and put them in the back of the shared fridge behind the ready-to-eat microwavable meals and ramen your roommates have. You haven’t explicitly threatened anyone what you would do if it were stolen but you’ve dropped hints from time-to-time and let their imaginations run wild. Thankfully, nobody’s in so you don’t have to endure the usual health-freak jokes. You fucking hate society. On the upside, that’s it for your need to shop with your digital savings, leaving them at a comfortable $7,058. Enough to pay rent and put back a little for later, considering that your future ambitions have changed quite immensely over the last month. Now you can leave and take care of your clothing situation. You want some durable clothes but there’s a few separate options. There’s your cheap generic outfit that’s not out of place in the streets or anywhere outside of a corporate office or high-end neighborhood: hoodie, generic logo advert shirt, and pair of faux-denim pants. That’ll run you $5,000 to buy and own, per set, at $2,000 for the hoodie, $500 for the shirt, and $2,500 for the pants. If you wanted to throw a nice, thick, roomy coat with plenty of pocket-space on top of that, you would be paying an additional $25,000, or roughly five times the price. If you wanted quality clothes they’d be similarly outrageous but you don’t really need quality if there just going to be shot and torn to hell and back.

Next, there’s your loud, all-out, looking for a fight, type of clothes. The toughest you can get legally is synthetic leather, a helmet of some kind, and elbow and knee pads. Altogether they probably aren’t necessary for you but they would sell the believability if you took more punishment than a human body should be able to. They’re also more conspicuous and while not at all out-of-place in most of the alleys and slums you’ve been going to, they do tend to attract the wrong type of attention. That can be beneficial in some cases, considering that most people aren’t willing to risk their lives over a temporary loss of finances or information, but your size and frame are already beneficial in those sorts of circumstances so the point is moot. Altogether, a full kit of “armor” will run you a clean $65,000, at $20,000 for the synthetic leather jacket, $15,000 for the synthetic leather pants, $20,000 for a motorcycle helmet, $4,000 for elbow pads, and $6,000 for knee pads. All of this is assuming you’re getting the cheapest gear that isn’t plastic garbage possible, there are much better alternatives outside of your price-range, and none of them that are accessible to the public consumer market can match the protection your own superpowered flesh and bone provides. You wouldn’t call your superpower “free” but it definitely hurts the wallet less.
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>>5239852
Lastly, there’s the prospect of actually getting some body armor that can hold up under gunfire, which is extremely illegal without a license from the seller and the purchaser, entry into an establishment registry, and a small mountain of lengthy, grueling, and expensive bureaucratic paperwork that corpo legal departments are conveniently able to speed through and solve in a timely manner for their own agents and disposable assets. You can’t even begin to consider getting anything of that tier without sidestepping the legal process, which means finding an arms dealer, which means doing some favors or paying unholy prices. Some don’t even take cash and they’re right not to. In short, despite Petey’s duffel bag lending you a massive influx of cash, the economy is turbofucked and you can only stretch so much so far. If you need money you can consider renting the items instead, getting a loan from a bank or… better yet, finding a predatory loan shark and baiting them into making a dangerous mistake. There’s an idea. Ooh! Or obbing one of the minor street gangs to make ends meet, or maybe betting on yourself in a fight match some time later, or pawning sensitive items off to underground pawn shops that can filter them into the black market for a profit. There are a lot of ways to make a lot of money in not a lot of time, just very few of them legal, and of the ones that are legal, almost none aren’t already monopolized by the corpos. Fucking corpos. How are these prices reasonable? Why do you have to rent everything? This is why you’ve decided to become a fucking vigilante and besides, if those thugs that beat you into awakening were raised in homes that didn’t have to worry themselves sick putting food on the wall-mounted eating platform and keeping their lights, well, maybe they wouldn’t have been there in the first place! All of this is their fault and you haven’t forgotten. No, you are still PISSED beyond human comprehension. All of this, the fight gym, the paying government money to corpo stores for establishment-approved food, it’s all just a fucking wait until you’ve got your shit together enough.
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>>5239853
Then, THEN, you are going to tear them apart like those gangsters or mercenaries or whatever the fuck they were in the back of that van. You want to see the look on those CEOs, politicians, shareholders, crime bosses, and VIP celebrity managers’ faces when they are in YOUR HANDS and it dawns on them that they’ve been outplayed, OVERPOWERED, and no amount of honeyed words or fake fucking BULLSHIT can save them from what you are about to do to them. Until that day, until you have gotten your shit together and you are ready, you’ll play their little game. You look up from your mental calculating and rambling to blink at a split-second feeling. You zoned-out for a second there and accidentally had your foot out in traffic. You think it was run over by a rental that might’ve been a honda on a car lot once before it was spraypainted over and pitted with rust running about forty miles per hour but the pressure was so faint you can’t be sure. You kind of want to put your foot out in the traffic again to see if it was run over or not but you don’t see any reason to tempt fate like that.

You start finishing up the first, most complicated part of your shopping plan. It occurs to you that you could also go dumpster diving if you're willing to risk the trash scavenging gangs or if that's too risky, maybe try your luck with a public charity bin but you aren’t sure about the morality involved. You know some punks and “practical” people do it all of the time but it doesn’t feel like it should, you needed it and weren’t just stealing it from someone that does. Maybe it would be for a good cause, though. You could tell yourself that. Stealing from corpos is arguably a good cause, however. Hell, now that you think about it, would robbing a McDonald’s or Amazon outlet even be morally objectionable, if nobody working there was hurt? Big questions. They need big answers. You’ll need to think about this to yourself sometime, maybe some other time. For now, spending money on new belongings.

>What clothes do you want to purchase, and are there any styles or colors you’re leaning towards?
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>>5239856
>3 sets of non-descript clothes. Gray, gray, and more gray. Maybe a little beige just for fun.
And I can't remember if we have a balaclava or not, so
>Two balaclavas as well
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>>5239877
Support
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>>5239856
Holy shit, wtf, that is a massive update just for buying clothes, but I guess the info is appreciated.

Get a replacement set of generic clothing to replace our damaged ones, then get the synthetic leather jacket out of the "tough" set of clothing items plus the elbow and knee bads, that should run something like 35000 dollars. That way we get a tough jacket that also solves our issues of having more pockets while getting stuff you'd want if we weren't a super for taking bad falls, the helmet is too conspicuous and leather pants unnecessary considering the big issue is falls usually.

We can delay getting the real protective armour until we get more cash, we need to "redistribute" some of the wealth the gangs have stolen. Or we could just steal armour from them if they have it.

Alternatively, we could just get a pair of replacement clothes and save our money for the tools, after all, we don't actually NEED the armour, it is just to make us taking damage more believable. In this scenario we'd just buy a good backpack or some sort of bag and then buy actually useful tools.

For clarification that is just an item for discussion, my vote is for the 35000 dollar plan of protective gear. Oh yeah, also get a couple balaclavas or facemasks.
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