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>>40043321
Hello, and good evening! Welcome to the fifteenth thread I've ever made! I'm very excited to be here! This is totally not copypasted, and I totally didn't take a weeklong break due to crippling self confidence issues and other things!

Today's thread begins at a fork in the road.

>Branch A : ALICE in Wanzerland! You shall play as the AI ALICE, taking a special journey through the digital world of the Supplier Collective.

>Branch B : Need for Dosh Underground! You can continue on as Flare Cuvic and decide what to do with the mission you have just accepted.

Please make your selection now!

>>40043377
>>Branch B : Need for Dosh Underground! You can continue on as Flare Cuvic and decide what to do with the mission you have just accepted.

>>40043440
To fill up the time, I gotta ask... what table top game should I look into for a trip to the Philippines? I want something that people can easily digest and something fun to play for a big group of people.

I also want to not be going to the Philippines, but I promised my mother I'd help her do stuff there.

>>40043606
I'd recommend Uno or Phase 10

>>40043645
Thanks. I'll look into that.

I should have given more warning for this thread, I think. Hmm.

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>>40043377
>>Branch B : Need for Dosh Underground! You can continue on as Flare Cuvic and decide what to do with the mission you have just accepted.

>>40043377
>option B
I forget, did we agree to pugrace 3000, or drug busters?

>>40043377
>>Branch B : Need for Dosh Underground! You can continue on as Flare Cuvic and decide what to do with the mission you have just accepted.

>>40043777
>>40043377
Money, money, money...

The path has been selected. Writing.

>>40043839
Pugrace 3000. Was there ever any doubt?

>>40043902
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=op-LBp4sH7w

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>>40043377
It's been a rough day. You kicked your team's ass, you bought some huge, wrinkly-faced dog (who's currently trying to scamper onto your lap), you got some new AI (who you just sent into the digital space of a dangerous underground group for...some reason), and now you're sitting in a bar with all of your friends, not getting drunk because of the way that the blonde mechanic's been glaring at your twitchy hands for the past five minutes. The one armed motherfucker that killed half your team is apparently trying to sweep command from under your leg via friendship; he's getting pretty fucking friendly with the younger members of your crew.

At least you can count on Myl and Sofia, who seem to be looking at your datapad with interest. The blonde chimes in first, affixing her hat. "So... dog racin', huh? Ah'd be a li'l more conflicted with crossin' th' law, but I ain't no lily-liver. Hell, we're prisoners already. What're they gonna do - kill us an' ruin their show?" said Myl, scoffing before taking a swig. Sofia seemed to be of the same mind. Technically, this job you're doing is all hells of illegal, but no one really seems to give a shit.

The only thing you really need to know is that they're going to be meeting somewhere nearby, in one of the alleyways. 'Within the hour', the Suppliers said. So you've got time to dick around.

>With the acceptance of this job, you are now restricted to two remaining time units before the appointed meeting time. Or you could just ignore the job and continue with the bar time.

>Options?
>There's a band in the back, and they're playing songs. Time to dance. (You may dance alone, or you can pick up to six people to come with you.)
>Your hand's feeling distinctly not-holding-a-fucking-beer. Time to change that. (Please roll 1d100 for communication.)
>What's all this you hear about telling stories? Time to get in there. (Current topic : Happiest memories.)
>Write In?

Wow, I'm out of practice. I'm sorry.

>>40044076
>What's all this you hear about telling stories? Time to get in there. (Current topic : Happiest memories.)

>>40044076
>>What's all this you hear about telling stories? Time to get in there. (Current topic : Happiest memories.)

Rolled 67 (1d100)

>>40044076
>Storytime
Then
>Do the dance. Do the dance. Everybody Safety Dance.

>>40044196
>>40044113
>>40044112
Tall Tales for Lunar Lounging, Volume 1.

You want it, you got it, baby. Writing.

>>40044076
Setting the datapad on the table face-down, you lean forward to listen in on the conversation at hand. At the moment, it seems like everyone's listening to Roy talk about the happiest moment of his life. The lopine was shit-faced and slurring all over the place, his ears drooping down comically as he slammed the table with both paws. "Y-y'know, my mom...she always....she liked to - to make carrot pie. She would always - hic! - always make the niceszz pies, and I wuz her little helper. We'd always get the maids to do it, sure, but mama always - hic! - always helped with the cutting up stuff. It was nice, kinda."

"Mama loved me, back then. She was a good... good... good woman, back then. Never got mad. Just loved her little bunny foo-foo." Oh, gods, he's going into pet names, now. The fat, furry tub of lard was quickly shifting into a sadder tone, so Nahn stopped him before he could get any further in the story. She shushed him gently and rubbed his back, which made the fluffy lopine whimper in happiness.

There wasn't really any structure to who talked next. Myl seemed like she was itching to say something, but Gaius seemed to look at you expectantly. Did he want you to talk?

>Options?

>Let Myl have her go. You want to hear this.
>Sure, why not - talk to the team. (You can opt to change the topic to anything else, from asking them about their specialties/hobbies to telling them about the saddest day of your life.) (Also, please roll 1d100 for storytelling ability.)
>Write In? (Please roll 2d100 as a catch-all.)

>>40044340
>>Let Myl have her go. You want to hear this.

>>40044340
>>Let Myl have her go. You want to hear this.

Rolled 54 (1d100)

>>40044340
>>Let Myl have her go. You want to hear this.
then
>Sure, why not - talk to the team. (You can opt to change the topic to anything else, from asking them about their specialties/hobbies to telling them about the saddest day of your life.) (Also, please roll 1d100 for storytelling ability.)

>>40044340
>>Let Myl have her go. You want to hear this.

>>40044340
>Let Myl have her go. You want to hear this.

>>40044414
>>40044406
>>40044394
>>40044372
Time for some southern scientist storytime.

Writing.

>>40044406
Sorry, anon.

Rolled 98 (1d100)

>>40044340
Time to fuck with Gaius a bit. Anybody remember their Hamlet?

>we will now retell the story of how a duke poisoned his own brother, the king, in his sleep, killing him then married the widowed queen and usurped the throne.

rolling for theatrics

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>>40044508
Goddamn it, anon. You're killing me with your high roll.

>>40044508
damn

>>40044543
It's not what we voted for! Give Myl his roll!

>>40044543
Just have Myrl's story be his roll cool?

>>40044543
Or just tell the story after Myl finishes?

Rolled 49 (1d800)

Roll to seduce everyone quick! Make them loya through boobs!

>>40044627
Or not. Really fucking shit roll there. But hey timid sorry I'm late to the party!

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>>40044340
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fcSuJi1b0OU
You lean back into your seat, hoisting Mister Wiggles' head onto your lap. He has to almost lay under the table just to get the angle right, but the big pahg eventually settles in for some well-earned head-scratching. Meanwhile, Myl had leaned forward, the slight pink tint in her cheeks a clear sign of how the night was progressing.

"Well...ah got a tall tale for y'all, if'n ya don't mind yer mechanic gettin' inta shenanigan-swappin' fer a spell." cooed the blonde girl, to the amused grins of all present. Seeing as how she wasn't interrupted, Myl continued. "Now, y'see, way back when ah was a li'l squirt o' fifteen, I lived on Theta V. Y'all know about Theta V, right? Th 'planet of ghosts' or some malarkey? Well, me an' Paw ran a scrap shop in a tradin' post, an' he was all about makin' huuuuge mechs. Not wanzers, mind you - jes' big ol' mechs that looked like those monsters from the hist'ry books. So one day, this cute guy comes ridin' up in his sweet ride one day, an' he's just the sweetest piece o' ass y'all ever saw."

"That man was buff, tan, tall, AND smart. He knew his way 'round a girl's workshop, that's fer sure. B'fore ah could flirt with him proper, though, paw saw me makin' googly-eyes on 'im. He wasn't all too keen on that. So he fired up his newest toy - a huge lizard-like thing what had glowin' red eyes an' moss coverin' all over it - and he sent it out."

"Imagine th' man's face when he saw a twenny-foot monster pokin' its head inta our scrap shop, snortin' fire an' brimstone right in his face! That boy up an' pissed himself silly, he did! Ran out faster'n a skeever with it's tail cut off! Ah was right pissed, sure, but it was too damn funny not to laugh at. After that, mah paw said, 'If a boy's gonna run from that, how can he date mah daughter? Now git on upstairs an' wash yer face, Myllie - it's ruddy as all hell!"

1/?

>>40044741
>based Paw

>>40044741
That wasn't the funniest story in the world, sure, but that didn't matter to most of your crew. Half of them were half-past drunk, while the other half were drunk by proxy; they would have laughed at Gaius spreading his asscheeks and farting, for all you know. As it stood, they all let out raucous laughter, slamming the table and scaring poor Mister Wiggles underneath. Myl raised her hands up and basked in the glory.

Damn, now you really want to share in this. It'd be a good opportunity to show them that you can have fun, too. But that mission...

>One time unit consumed. Three total time units remain; one time unit remains until the mission must be carried out.

>Options?
>Share your own story? (Current topic : Happy memories. >>40044508 will count if you switch it over to a story about Hamlet, but there will be penalties. Also, please roll 1d100 for storytelling, regardless.)
>Keep on listening? Deks seems like he wants to talk...
>Dance? They're going to start playing different music soon, judging by the change of instruments... (Please select up to six people to join you on the dance floor, or dance alone. Also, roll 1d100 for dancing.)
>GODSDAMNITYOU'REREALLYITCHINGFORAFUCKINGDRINKDAMNITDAMNITDAMNIT
>Write In?

>>40044834
>>Keep on listening? Deks seems like he wants to talk...

Rolled 96 (1d100)

>>40044834
>Share your own story? (Current topic : Happy memories. >>40044508 will count if you switch it over to a story about Hamlet, but there will be penalties. Also, please roll 1d100 for storytelling, regardless.)
Stay on topic

Rolled 56 (1d100)

>>40044834
>>Share your own story? (Current topic : Happy memories
Wish we could keep the Hamlet roll for the start of the next training session.

Rolled 49 (1d100)

>>40044834
>>Share your own story? (Current topic : Happy memories. >>40044508 will count if you switch it over to a story about Hamlet, but there will be penalties. Also, please roll 1d100 for storytelling, regardless.)

Rolled 45 (1d100)

>>40044834
>Dance? They're going to start playing different music soon, judging by the change of instruments... (Please select up to six people to join you on the dance floor, or dance alone. Also, roll 1d100 for dancing.) Alone

>>40044834
>Deks storytime.

Tme for some character development all up in this bitch. We can drink some Piss'mRaw beer when we pugrace.

>>40044873
>>40044866
>>40044855
Noice on the 96. I've got just the story, too.

Looks like it's time for a story about everyone's favorite character - the CO.

Though I'm tempted to make a story about the pug.

Writing.

>>40044918
You know, that was my initial plan for this outing. I wanted to show all of their basic abilities and stuff through talking time.

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>>40044834
"I've got a story." You call out, tapping your knuckles on the table to draw everyone's attention. "It's about this one time... yeah, I've actually got a really nice one. It's about my old CO, the one I worked with before the things that got me here happened. It was a long time ago, when we were still on the Iscar."

"See, the CO had this fascination with collecting odds and ends. He was one of the Ravani...or was it the Raveni? Anyway, he was a big fuckin' bird that liked making nests and putting all his shit in there. Every time we went on a mission, he'd get himself a souvenir from the battlefield: a piece of enemy wanzer, some sort of trophy from a good kill, or even a piece of the loot that we would get. Doesn't matter if it was an object or a person. He'd get it."

"One day, when I was - what, eighteen? It was right after my first mission, so I was probably around seventeen or eighteen. We had just come back from this insane battle where I had to build a makeshift railgun out of Skar's half-busted mech, some turret scrap, and a few Tesla coils that Ruth had made for me. I was shaken up, y'know? Never had to work under that much fucking pressure before. So while we were getting debriefed, the CO taps me on the shoulder."

"'Come with me. I want to - RAAAWK! - give you something.' Yeah, he had a shitty habit of cawing all over the gods-damned place. Woke me up half the time, but that was one of his quirks. Anyway, he took my shivering ass into his quarters, had me sit down in one of his hay-and-scrap nests, and started picking away at some stuff. Took him fifteen minutes, and I was starting to get pissed off near the end, but he finally found what he was looking for."

"The CO handed me something special, that day. Wanna guess what it was?"

1/?

>>40045177
When none of them had properly guessed, you pointed to the little scrunchie that was keeping your ponytail up. "He gave me this. The CO always told me to cut my fucking hair, and I always told him 'fuck you'. I wanted to be a badass bitch, y'know? But when he found this ratty-ass thing, he told me how he found it. 'I won that off of a - AAAAWK! - powerful warlord. She was very attached to her hair. All of her people were. So I bet her that I could wrestle her to the ground in one go. I had bet my own life. Her bet?' "

" 'AAAWK! It was that scrunchie. Obviously, I won. And that day, for the first time in their - SKRAAAAWK! - lives, they had been beaten by an outsider. They still haven't been beaten by anyone else. That's the only sign that I did that. And now I hand it - SKRAAAWK! - over to you. Wear it with pride, Fl - Cuvic. This is my gift to you, for your first successful mission.' "

You take the hair-tie out, holding it in the light for everyone to see. "It's old as shit. The CO fought for a long-ass time before...well, I think you all know what happened to him. But it's something I treasure. That old asshole didn't usually gift out shit like this to anyone, so he...yeah. Anyway, it's something that warms my heart. Sure, he's dead, but I've always got a part of him with me, y'know? Fucker's always watching my back."

That wasn't as happy as some would have hoped, but it was happier than they were expecting. Nods of approval were being called all around. Roy even raised his drink.

"T-to the CO! He made our CO!"

>Options?
>Get a drink to toast with. We're doing this properly.
>Just toast. No drink. Not with Myl watching you like a hawk.
>Just do your hair up.
>Write In?

>>40045319
>>Just toast. No drink. Not with Myl watching you like a hawk.

>>40045319
>Just toast. No drink. Not with Myl watching you like a hawk.

>>40045319
>Just toast. No drink. Not with Myl watching you like a hawk.

>>40045319
>Get a drink to toast with. We're doing this properly. Go away Myl it's tradition.

>>40045453
Not gonna lie, SleepyAnon - every time you make a suggestion that isn't the norm and you add those little quips, it brings a smile to my face.

I mean, I'm not going to use your suggestion unless six people just so happen to swarm in and vote for you, but it makes me smile, nonetheless.

>>40045445
>>40045393
>>40045377
Alcohol? Who needs alcohol! Certainly not Flare Cuvic! Definitely not Flare Cuvic! I'M NOT TWITCHY, YOU'RE TWITCHY!

Writing.

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>>40045492
Hey thats awesome to hear. Nice to see ya get a small kick outta them. Oh found a nice pic ya might like is not pug though.

>>>40045319
>>>Just toast. Pour our 40 out for our homie OC Biggie Bird.

>>40045547
*CO I mean

>>40045319
Yeah, the CO deserves a toast. You wish you could do it properly, but Myl is practically choke-slamming you to stay in your chair with just her eyes. You'd be more impressed if she wasn't doing it out of the fear that you'll choke-slam someone for real, if you get drunk. Well, whatever. It's not about the drink, it's about -

"The CO was a great guy. Fucker got killed in his prime, just like he wanted. He was the dad I never had and the mom I lost after she died from being fucking poor. I hated him, but he was the best a girl could have ever asked for." You say to the team, holding your hand out as if there was a glass in it. Everyone hits your hand with their own drink, muttering a 'cheers' or a 'here, here'. Honestly, the only thing that could really ease the sudden weight in your heart was how Gay-ass looked like he just got sucker-punched in the balls. How's that for some quality squad-bonding time?

You don't notice the tears streaming down your face until Mister Wiggles starts to whine up at you, his face scrunched up in concern. Then again, that could have just been the way his face was being squished between your knees. You let up on the pressure and wipe at your eyes. No need for them to see you crying about some dead guy.

A little ping on your datapad alerts you to the time. 10:30. It's been thirty minutes since you accepted the mission for rigging the race...

1/?

>>40045692
>Options?
>Alright, time to go. Everyone pack your shit up and let's move out.
>Alright, time to go. But let's send some people home to work on stuff. (You may select up to two people to accompany you to the meeting location. Everyone else will go home and work on whatever you would like them to.)
>You're not in the mood, anymore. Honestly, you just want to do something else, for the night.
>Someone else can do it. Right now, you just want to kick back and think about things. (You may select up to three people to go and do the mission for you. It'll be out of your hands, though...)
>Write In? (Please roll 2d100 as a catch-all.)

>>40045692
>Alright, time to go. Everyone pack your shit up and let's move out.

>>40045705
>>Alright, time to go. But let's send some people home to work on stuff. (You may select up to two people to accompany you to the meeting location. Everyone else will go home and work on whatever you would like them to.)
myl and Gaius are coming, everyone else go home and get some rest.

>>40045705
>>Alright, time to go. Everyone pack your shit up and let's move out.

>>40045705
>Alright, time to go. Everyone pack your shit up and let's move out.

>>40045705
>Alright, time to go. But let's send some people home to work on stuff. (You may select up to two people to accompany you to the meeting location. Everyone else will go home and work on whatever you would like them to.) Myl and Sofia.

Shit, it's close. And I'm a tad biased toward one option.

I'll just, uh...go to the bathroom for a bit. Not related to this at all, clearly.

>>40045791
>>40045739
>>40045720
Aaand I'm back. And it looks like we're bringing the whole team with us. Even Mister Wiggles!

Writing.

>>40045705
Damn it. You really need the money. You're about five credits from going into a hole of debt and there's no easy way out. You've got to take this job. Pushing Mister Wiggles away from your lap, you stand up and whistle sharply at the team. "Alright, drunk-asses - time to get the hell out of here. Someone go and pay the fucking bartender while I get Mister Wiggles ready for shit."

The team moves sluggishly, affected by a few heavy drinks and a whole lot of time. Myl is the one designated to pay the tab, and she's buffeted by complaints from the pink gravver about noise and collateral damage and all sorts of other things. You just walk past the whole scene with Mister Wiggles in tow, averting your gaze.

---

The meeting point that your employer picked was a long alley somewhere in the North-East side. It was filled with many gangs from all over the Underdeck, all bringing their own big animals to the race. Seems like this race was a big deal for most of these people; they brought lean feline creatures, huge, hulking reptile bipeds, and even a quadruped mammal with some heavy augmentation. Every pet had something going for it, whether it was size, ferocity, or sheer modding.

A gang member dressed in pure white waves you down. "Hey! Hey! Over here!"

1/?

We should've painted mr. Wiggles red.

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>>40046068
You and Mister Wiggles walk over to the white-suited gravver while the rest of the team starts scoping the place out...well, you say that, but it's more along the lines of Gaius, Nahn, and Roy drunkenly stumbling their way to the impromptu race track and checking out the current race. Deks and Sofia were watching over them, thankfully, and Myl - hey, where'd she go?

"You guys are almost late. I was able to hold off the main heat for a while, but we really need to talk about the plan, alright?" whispered the masked ganger. "I'm the one who employed you. You're Cuvic, right? Yeah, look, we gotta talk business, we don't have much time..."

>Options?
>Rein in the team for this talk. (Please roll 1d100 to order the team into shape.)
>Where the hell is Myl? (Please roll 1d100 for investigation. You may also use Mister Wiggles, who only needs to roll 1d80.)
>Talk to the ganger. Everyone's fine.

Rolled 27, 36 = 63 (2d100)

>>40046133
>>Rein in the team for this talk. (Please roll 1d100 to order the team into shape.)
>>Where the hell is Myl? (Please roll 1d100 for investigation. You may also use Mister Wiggles, who only needs to roll 1d80.)

Rolled 46 (1d80)

>>40046133
>Where the hell is Myl? (Please roll 1d100 for investigation. You may also use Mister Wiggles, who only needs to roll 1d80.) Pahg go!

Rolled 97 (1d100)

>>40046133
>>Rein in the team for this talk. (Please roll 1d100 to order the team into shape.)

Rolled 13 (1d80)

>>40046133
I roll to seduce that quarian bootay.

Wait, wrong thread.

Pahg rolls to seduce that quarian bootay.joking, of course he's gonnna go look for Myl.

>>40046191
If only you knew my lust for quarian booty.

If only you knew the EXTENT OF MY RESEARCH.

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>>40046198
Oh I know. I'm sure we all do as well timid. You can't clear your browser history fast enough.

>>40046198
Are you the guy who researched the scent of their sweat?

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>>40046152
>>40046191
Pahgfinder 2.0 is now active. I'm sure the mission can wait.

Surely, it can wait.

Rolling and writing...

>>40046251
Ufufu~.

Rolled 46, 51 - 10 = 87 (2d100 - 10)

>>40046263
Son of ten thousand whores.

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>>40046280
Whoa nelly! That there language is a paddlin! You just lucky I'm not there.

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>>40046263
Many keks were had since that day.

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>>40046133
"Hold on, suit rat - I gotta go find my business partner." Leaning down, you grab both sides of Mister Wiggle's frightened head and look him dead in his adorably bugged-out eyes. The wiggling pug just can't stop shaking, even when he's being grabbed like that!

"Okay, you ugly son of a bitch, let's go and find the mechanic. You know who she is, right? Blonde, yellow get-up, shit like that? Go on and look for her, Mister Wiggles. Go on! She's got treats!" At the mention of 'treats', the pahg lets out happy little yaps, struggling to get out of your grasp before shooting past you like a bullet. It was such a big beast that you wouldn't expect it to run so fast, but its sheer size was more than enough to cover any lumbering problems it may have had. It also helped that the pahg's stubby legs seemed to be twice as strong as a normal canine pet should have. Maybe Mister Wiggles is more than just an ordinary wrinkle-dog...

The ganger was about to say something, but watching Mister Wiggles bull-rush his way through the crowd made her go silent. "Hmm..." She hummed quietly, observing his movements. That pug was a brute of a beast that didn't quite know what to do with his body. Half the time, your new pet was in danger of running into something. Hell, half the time, he slammed his flat face into someone's leg. The only reason he wasn't being shot right now was the fact that he was so damn big...

1/?

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>>40046355
The cream-colored dog stopped in front of a couple of thugs that were surrounding a certain blonde, pinning her against the wall. Mister Wiggle yapped and bowed his front half, wiggling his ass while still looking very concerned.

Interrupted in whatever they were doing, the thugs whipped around to face your dog, drawing sharp knives and holding them out against the dog.

>Options?
>Wait things out. See what Mister Wiggles will do. He's already giving your employer a thorough demonstration of his abilities. (Please roll 1d100 for Mister Wiggles.)
>You're not about to lose your dog just after you got him. Draw your gun and give them the Iscarian Greeting. (Please roll 2d100 to control both Flare and Mister Wiggles. You don't want to miss.)
>Write In? (Please roll 2d100 as a catch-all.)

Yes, I am adding bonuses in. I just don't write it.

>>40046304
Nah, that wasn't me. But I was there for it, though.

Rolled 100, 78 = 178 (2d100)

>>40046410
>You're not about to lose your dog just after you got him. Draw your gun and give them the Iscarian Greeting.

Wiggles needs some backup

Rolled 86, 13 = 99 (2d100)

>>40046410
>>You're not about to lose your dog just after you got him. Draw your gun and give them the Iscarian Greeting. (Please roll 2d100 to control both Flare and Mister Wiggles. You don't want to miss.)

Rolled 54, 88 = 142 (2d100)

>>40046410
>You're not about to lose your dog just after you got him. Draw your gun and give them the Iscarian Greeting. (Please roll 2d100 to control both Flare and Mister Wiggles. You don't want to miss.)

>>40046427
Niiiiice.

You wanna dock that Benjamin into a HEAT CHARGE? Or would you like to use it?

Using it now would make for quite the interesting change in the story. A good one.

>>40046462
how many do we have?

>>40046462
I say use it. Good and interesting changes involving Mr. Wiggles are necessary.

>>40046492
Saved up? Just one. You used up two in a previous encounter.

>>40046462
Use it. Save our mechanic. Oh and the pahg.

Rolled 19, 60 - 5 = 74 (2d100 - 5)

>>40046504
>>40046496
Understood. HEAT CHARGE ACTIVATED!

Just in case, counter-rolling and writing...

>>40046587
Nope! Pahg too glorious to be beat!

>>40046410
Hell no. That pahg's yours, damn it, and no one's going to shank his ugly-ass face but you. Drawing your pistol, you grab the grip with both hands and take steady aim. At the same time, Mister Wiggles barks up a storm, breaking out into a run around the two thugs. Every ganger sees the pahg's momentary distraction, giving you a clear avenue to take fire.

Killing them would probably be really bad for business, though...

Two shots ring out through the long alley. By the time people are looking in your direction, it's already over - you blow some nonexistent smoke trail away from the barrel of your gun, holstering it with a smug grin plastered on your face. In front of Mister Wiggles, nestled squarely into the ground, were the two knives that the thugs had drawn out against him. Myl's feet were just one yard away. If it was anyone else taking aim in the middle of the gods-damned night AND with shades on...well, those work boots would have a new ventilation system. As would her toes.

The gangers closest to you hold their guns out to your face, as expected. Also as expected, Mister Wiggles is tackling the startled thugs out of the way, putting his whole body weight on your startled mechanic and licking her wildly.

1/?

>>40046663
"Stop. Weapons down."

At the request of that masculine voice, all the gangers put their guns down. From up above, a thin, weedy little Tyhran in a purple suit looked down on the scene. "I don't know who you are, but it's clear to me that you're not just some random bitch. No ordinary person could have made a shot like that in the dark. And with shades on, no less. What the hell are you doing in my home?"

The pure-white ganger is almost bowing to this man. Everyone else is bent ninety degrees in his direction. Clearly, he was important.

>Options? For all rolls, please roll 1d100 for communications.
>I'm here to race on my own behalf.
>I'm here to race on behalf of...uh. This person.
>I'm here for something else. (Specify what you're here for.)
>Write In?

Rolled 49 (1d100)

>>40046730
>I'm here to race on behalf of...uh. This person. You know the one your goons were harassing.

Rolled 52 (1d100)

>>40046730
>>I'm here to race on my own behalf.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>40046801
>>40046794
Here we go again, then.
1 is for the woman in white
2 is for me, myself, and I.

>>40046730
Fuck it, you're rolling high and everyone bore witness to that cool shit. Like hell you're going to work for someone now. "I'm here for me. See that big-ass pahg? I'm putting him in the next main heat. Any objections?" With the way everyone was staring at you, it was as if you'd just asked the Grand King himself if you could be pardoned.

The purple-suited man grinned. "Heh. You got moxie, girl. I like that. Alright, your wrinkly dog is in the race. Suit him up - you've got five standard minutes until he's got to get out there." And just like that, the top dog of the gangers sat himself down in a ratty loveseat. "Back to work, kids. I want to make some MONEY, tonight!"

Myl was finally able to wrestle Mister Wiggles off of her, coaxing the dog back to your side. Meanwhile, the woman in the white suit just gaped. Probably. Hard to tell with that visor blocking her face. When she was able to wrestle words back into her mouth, she stammered, "W-w-w-wait! I hired you! I paid a lot of money to get the Supplier to help me out! You were supposed to help the White Angels get to the top! What the hell's all this about going in it for yourself?"

>What are your intentions?
>We really are in this for ourselves. Time to make some mad money on this investment.
>That was just a ruse. You're still working for your employer.
>Write In? (Please roll 2d100 as a catch-all.)

>>40047019
>That was just a ruse. You're still working for your employer.

>>40047019
>>That was just a ruse. You're still working for your employer.

>>40047019
>That was just a ruse. You're still working for your employer.

>>40047038
>>40047043
>>40047103
A perfect ruse, indeed. Let's see how she takes it.

Writing...

It's starting to get late. I'll wrap it up at around 2:00 A.M.

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>>40047115
DAMMIT I MISSED A LOT OF THINGYS

>>40047019
"How in the fuck did you get in a gang without even knowing how to lie? I'm still on your side. I'm just making sure people don't know that." You growl under your breath, clearing up any mistakes. "Besides, with that little show of me being the best, everyone's going to think twice before fucking with me or my pahg. They know I can kick their ass without even seeing properly. Now we don't have to worry about sabotage."

"I- I...oh. Well...oh." Dumbfounded, the white ganger rubbed her suit's arm in embarrassment. "W-well, that's good. Glad to see you're...yeah. A-anyway, we've got five minutes. Let me walk you through what'll happen." You, Myl, and Mister Wiggles are led to the edge of the race track, which seems to be a street-long alley that winds around to somewhere that you can't see.

The explanation is very lengthy, for a two-minute wrap-up. Honestly, all she needed to say was that it was an oval track with a few traps at the bends. People could interfere with the race at random by throwing food or other distracting toys, into the ring, so owners have to be wary of that. The pets can also fight each other, but at the risk of losing their position in the race. The race-animals are fitted with a special harness that has a speaker for commands and a camera to discourage cheating. Usually, the main heat has to be earned through three preliminary heats, but that little display got Mister Wiggles seeded.

Your attention is brought over to five cages. Four of them were already filled up with your opponents' race animals. Some quadruped equine, that over-augged canine, one of those reptile-feline mixes you saw at the pet store, and - a snake? A regular, no-augmentation snake? Weird...

"We'll be setting up the race, but I want to know if you plan on winning or if we should bet on someone else to earn money. You've got just enough time to warm your pahg up, so you should get on that before the race begins."

1/?

>>40047221

>Well?
>Bet on one of the other animals. (Pick one of the other competitors in the race. Current betting odds - Equine at 1:100, Augged Canine at 1:10, Reptile-Feline at 1:40, Snake at 1:200.)
>Bet on Mister Wiggles. (MIster Wiggles is currently at 1:100.)
>Write In?

>Also, how would you like to prep up Mister Wiggles?
>Give him a rub-down. (Please roll 1d100 to warm up your pahg.)
>Give him a pep-talk. (Please roll 1d100 to pep-talk your pahg.)
>Write in? (Please roll 2d100 as a catch all.)

>>40047174
THESE ARE THE THINGS I WORRY ABOUT, KOREANON. THESE ARE THE THINGS.

ANGRY FACE.

At least you're here, though...for the very end.

>>40047257
>Snake at 1:200
>>40047257
>Write in? (Please roll 2d100 as a catch all.)
Give him both. Duh.
and order him for disruption onf other competitors.

Rolled 63 (1d100)

>>40047257
>Bet on Mister Wiggles. (MIster Wiggles is currently at 1:100.) Never be against pahg!
>Give him a rub-down. (Please roll 1d100 to warm up your pahg.)

Rolled 17 (1d100)

>>40047221
>>Bet on Mister Wiggles. (MIster Wiggles is currently at 1:100.)
>Give him a rub-down. (Please roll 1d100 to warm up your pahg.)

Rolled 15 (1d100)

Because.

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>>40047278

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Rolled 22, 50 = 72 (2d100)

>>40047281
Oops. Forgot to roll.

Rolled 78 (1d100)

>>40047257
>Bet on Mister Wiggles. (MIster Wiggles is currently at 1:100.)
>Give him a pep-talk. (Please roll 1d100 to pep-talk your pahg.)
They gonna throw food at you, you'll think this is the best day of your life. It's a lie, the real prize is at the end, finish 1st and you'll not only eat like a king today but tomorow and everyday after.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>40047330
>>40047286
>>40047282
>>40047281
Hmm...

Executive decision - >>40047281 Gonna count this as a pep-talk roll, use the higher of >>40047323 this roll, and make this a 1d2 decision.

Either way, above-average roll isn't bad. Not bad at all.

1 is for rub-down with a 63,
2 is for talking to a dog with a 78.

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Rolled 21 (1d100)

>>40047376
The gods have decided. Now to just do a bit of rolling, here...

Rolling for Mister Wiggles and writing...

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>>40047376
Nice.

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>>40047391
No no no. Nononononono. Mr a Wiggles doesn't lose. Your dice a rigged.

>>40047391
well are we supposed to go into whoring now or what?

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Seems like I spoke too soon...

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>>40047257
"Bet on my pahg. Always bet on Mister Wiggles, motherfucker." You adjust your shades in what is clearly a cool manner. Mister Wiggles, in turn...looks at his own tail in worry. There was a sound, there. He was sure of it. It sounded like a poot.

Your cool pose diminished, you just wave the white-clad ganger away. "Put your money on Mister Wiggles. And take Myl so that we can put some money on my pahg, too." Now that was more clear. Myl and the other person went off to the betting area, while you guided your pahg over to the cages. The other gangers that you were racing against gave you a wide berth, all eyes fixated on the loose grip that you had on your gun. Good, they're afraid.

Before putting him in the cage, you kneel down in front of your pet. He's been good so far at things you asked him to do, so it's high time you talked to the damn mutt directly. "Okay, you stupid asshole. You're going to run forward, alright? I'm going to put you in that cage, and when it opens, you run your ass forward. Just follow the path, don't get lost, and focus on going around and getting back here first. People are going to throw food and shit to distract you, and there's going to be traps at the bends. Don't focus on that shit. All you have to worry about is fucking over whoever's in front of you and being the one in front. Got it?"

In response, Mister Wiggles just tilted his head in worry. After a moment, he stared back at his tail. He was sure that there was a sound that came from there!

...shit.

<-------------------
TO BE CONTINUED
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Kkrmubsgf8
Post-Thread Wrap-Up Incoming.

>>40047459
>Squad Loyalty has increased!
>You feel like you're going to get closer to Roy, soon...
>You feel like you're going to get closer to Deks, soon...
>You feel like you're going to get closer to Gaius, soon...
>You feel like you're going to get closer to Nahn, soon...
>You feel like you're going to get closer to Myl, soon...
>ALICE is now MIA. Who knows what she's up to, or what's going on with her?

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>>40047478
Thanks for runny timid! Hope my little tack ons keep ya smiling.

>>40047478
thanks for running Timid.

>>40047502
>>40047495
Thanks for attending, guys. Now I know this schedule works, somewhat. This makes me happy.

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>>40047509
Danks for runnin
Gud thread but that 21 though.

>>40047780
Be not afraid, my child.

It will only mean good things, I'm sure.

Good things.

>>40043606
Settlers of Catan is good, if only because it's better than Monopoly in every way.

Dominion for relatively high level players(as far as family reunions go)

King of Tokyo for something silly and yet not.

Love letter for a simple and fast game


now to actyally read the thread.

>>40048219
Thanks. Gonna go visit a game store, now.