PREVIOUS THREADS: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?searchall=Magical+Girl+Libertyhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5I_74MVsP0IThe year is 1938. The Great War has long past and now is the time for innovation, exploration and adventure.Throughout the world, airships are now common sights, airplanes have become the flying car, and high speed trains rule the transportation industry. Men and women of derring-do travel the world in search of ancient artifacts and long-thought extinct animals. Technology becomes almost indistinguishable from the magic that exists in the world.But not all is right. In the ruins of post-war Germany, a new power rises led under the banner of Adolf Hitler, threatening to destroy the balance of the world. To the far east, Imperial Japan expands and slaughters its way through China. Air pirates dominate the skies and prey upon the lifeblood which now flows through the air. The occult and the mysterious strike terror and fear into the hearts of many.That’s where you come in.The Magical Girls come from a mysterious background, nobody knows where they come from or who they are. All that’s known is that they are powerful beings brimming with magic.You are Magical Girl Liberty, fifteen year old Christine “Chris” Hunter.The World of Tomorrow needs a new kind of hero.
>>31082387>> SEPTEMBER 22 <<>> SOMEWHERE OVER SICILY <<You rouse yourself, waking at the sight of your mother working hard at her desk, trying to decipher something in the Shepherd’s Journal. You must have fallen asleep watching her work last night, and she’s still working. She focuses intensely on each and every little word and letter, trying hard to figure out what they all mean by means of her own willpower. That was Mom for you.You say, “Morning, Mom.”Mom says, “Morning. You need something?”You shrug. “I’m just saying good morning.”“Alright,” says Mom, her attention still squarely on the Journal. “Listen, we’re going to be landing soon near an old estate. I have to pay a visit to a friend of mine.”You ask, “Who?” You say, “He ain’t going to betray at the last second is he?” Mom glares at you then, her tired bloodshot eyes fixated on drilling a hole through your head. You hold your hands up defensively. “Too soon, I got it.”Mom nods. “Right. Whatever.”You sigh. What should you do now?> Rana and Jeanine were working on that Tank you stole. Maybe they need some help?> Sumire’s been unusually quiet the past few days. Something must be up with her.> Anneliese is still cooped up in her room. Maybe it’s worth a visit.> Maybe you can try and coax something out of your mom.> Other
Thank Odin it's Wednesday and Magical Girl Captain America Quest Time>>31082395>> Maybe you can try and coax something out of your mom.
>>31082395I don't want MG Lightning losing her shit. Check up on Sumire
>>31082395> Sumire’s been unusually quiet the past few days. Something must be up with her.Normally I'd be all for prisoner quality time, but we should deal with this.
>>31082395> Sumire’s been unusually quiet the past few days. Something must be up with her.
>>31082395>Sumire’s been unusually quiet the past few days. Something must be up with her.THEN>TANK TANK TANK
> Sumire’s been unusually quiet the past few days. Something must be up with her.You stand up from your chair and say, “Well Mom. I’ll leave you to it. Don’t strain yourself alright?”“I should be saying that to you, kid,” says Mom. “And remember, when we go down there, you do what I say, alright?”You nod. “Alright.”You head out of Mom’s room and head down the hallway. You can hear theechoing of banging wrenches and hammers, probably Rana and Jeanine working on the tank. Jeanine was quite surprised when you first brought it aboard but at least she has something to do other than piloting the Zep.You walk down to Sumire’s room and knock. “Sumire. It’s Chris. You in there?”Sumire yells, “Yeah. Come in!” You walk inside, to see Sumire, lying back on the bed, hands tented on her chest. She stares up at the ceiling, a neutral expression on her face. “Hey, Libby. Need something?”You shrug. “Just checking in. You’ve been pretty quiet the past few days, it’s not like you.”Sumire shrugs, still staring up at the ceiling. “Well, I don’t have anything to talk about I suppose.”> “It’s the Storm Ace isn’t it?”> “Way back, you mentioned something about your parents.”> “You sure?”> Other
>>31082678>Storm AceSeems most likely to be honest.
>>31082678> “You sure?”Don't want to push her, and guessing at things she could be down about doesn't sound like a fun time.
>>31082678> “You sure?”I don't want to make assumptions.
>>31082678>> “It’s the Storm Ace isn’t it?”
> “It’s the Storm Ace isn’t it?”“No,” says Sumire.…“Okay, yeah, it is that lumbering pillock,” says Sumire quietly. She turns over, facing the wall. “When we first met, I’d never have been beaten. I always win. Then he comes along and wails on me like I’m some punching bag to him. And he does it every time we see him.”You nod. “Yeah.”“And he never dies,” says Sumire. “He always comes back. People die when they’re killed you know? What got him last time?”“A crocodile.”“Well, I guarantee, he’ll be back with a crocodile teeth necklace or something,” says Sumire. You walk over to the bed and sit down next to her.You say, “You know, Sumire. There’s no shame in defeat-““Yes.” Sumire glares at you, angrily. “Yes, there is.” She goes back to facing the wall. “I swear, the next time we see him, I will kill him.”> Reassure Sumire> Go see what Rana and Jeanine are up to.> Visit Anneliese> See if Mom is making any progress.> Get ready for the mission (Skip to the Mission)> Other
>>31082964>Reassure SumireTHEN>See what Rana and Jeanine are up toJudging by how well our missions usually go, we may need some armored support.
>>31082964> Reassure SumireAfter:> Visit Anneliese
>>31082964> Reassure Sumirethen> Visit Anneliese
>>31083004Yeah, changing mine to Visit Anneliese. Gotta spend time to reform!
> Reassure Sumire> Visit AnnelieseYou pat Sumire on the shoulder. “That day will come. But right now, don’t sulk about it, okay? It’s not like you.”Sumire smiles coyly, looking over at you. “Oh? What am I to you then?”There’s the Sumire you know and love. You sigh, shaking your head, then standing up. “Take care of yourself, Sumire.” You head out of her room then further down the hall. Much as she is a very energetic person, she is still a Jap, they must like their honor or something.You open up Anneliese’s door, to see her reading through one of the comics you bought her. “Hey, Anneliese. How are you doing?”Anneliese focuses her attention on Superman at the moment. “I am fine, thank you. This is a very interesting comic.”You smile. “Well, it’s an American thing, hope you don’t mind.”“Not at all,” says Anneliese.> “You try to kill me in my sleep again?”> “So, anything new with you?”> “Just checking to see how you were doing, I should be going.”> Other
>>31083220>> “You try to kill me in my sleep again?”Be sure to say it in a way that she knows we're being humorous.
>>31083220> “So, anything new with you?”
>>31083220I like >>31083268plus ask if she needs or wants anything we can get her, within reason.
> “You try to kill me in my sleep again?”You smile at her after saying that. Anneliese shrugs. “Nope.”…Of course, things are still awkward. You say, “So, Anneliese, can I get you anything? Maybe next time, some more books and the like?”Anneliese nods. “That would be nice I suppose.”“Good!” you say. “I’ll be sure to pick up something nice for you. Maybe some more of Mister Savage’s Adventure Logs. You enjoying that by the way?”Anneliese nods again. “It’s a very interesting read. Definitely a lot more fun thatn the stuff I got to do as a kid.”“Cool,” you say.With that, Mom knocks on the door. “Hey, kid. We’re moving out.”> “Just a few more minutes, Mom.”> “Okay.”> Other
>>31083512>> “Okay.”Just Mom and Daughter this time?
>>31083512> “Just a few more minutes, Mom.”Wouldn't hurt to have a few more minutes with Anneliese.
>>31083512> “Just a few more minutes, Mom.”
>>31083512>OkayNot everything has to be a fight with mom. Say our goodbyes to Annie and let's git a move on.
>>31083512>> OtherTo Anneliese, a thumbs up,"I'll be back".
> “Okay.”You frown, standing up. You wish you could have a few more minutes with Anneliese but mother and duty calls. You give a thumbs up Anneliese as you walk out. “I’ll be back.”Anneliese nods, then returns to her book.You walk into the hangar, where Rana and Jeanine are busy looking over the Panzer IV D2 Energiekanonen. They’ve had to weld a few scraps of metal to the hull to cover up the holes the Storm Ace made, and the turret has been fitted with a new cage mesh roof mostly because they couldn’t find anything else.Rana says, “Hopefully when we get back stateside, we can repair this thing to its former glory! Just think about it! 75 millimeters of pure anti-magical energy! Not to mention all the modifications Jeanine has been making!”Jeanine nods. “Tank engines aren’t all that different from Zeps apparently, and this is no exception otherwise.”Rana nods, smiling. “Well, we wish you two well.”Mom nods, then looks over at her motorcycle. “What do you think, kid? The estate isn’t that far but do you want to walk or ride?”> Walk> Ride> Other
>>31083773BORN TO RIDE
>>31083773> RideFuck yeah!
>>31083773> RideWalking is for commies and poor people.
>>31083773> Ride> OtherI'll drive.
>>31083901TAKE THE TANK FOR A TEST RUN
> RideYou sit in the sidecar of Mom’s grand old motorcycle as she drives down the mountain road. You feel every little pebble and bump rock you in your seat, but despite this, Mom is really into the old motorcycles. “You know, kid!” she says over the noise of the engine. “I ought to teach you how to drive motorcycles! It’s like riding a bike, you never forget!”You sigh. “Yeah, yeah.” You really wish she’d stop calling you Kid.The Sicilian estate where Mom’s contact lived was isolated on this mountain. You caught sight of it, and were awed by its beauty. White walls, vines, great columns, almost as if the mansion had stepped right out of the Roman Empire.Mom pulls the Motorcycle up to the gate then stops. She looks around a bit. “You know, kid. My friend here, he’s got a daughter, a bit younger than you. While we work, I bet you two can play together or something.”You cross your arms, pouting. “Mom, I’m fifteen!”“So?” says Mom. “That doesn’t mean you’re too old to play kick the can or something.” She shakes her head. “Jeez.” She rolls the motorcycle through the open gates. Despite the warm manner of this manor, it feels quite empty. Plants are overgrown on the lawn, there are wild little rodents running around, and the gardens are filled with dead flowers.You all step off the motorcycle up at the front door. Mom knocks on the door. “Caldwell? It’s me, Carol! You in there?” Silence. Mom huffs, placing her hands on her hips. “Well.”> Break the door down> Go around the side> Try and sneak through a window> Other
>>31084067> Other"Mom..." Put your hand to her shoulder and engage stealth mode. Press ear to the door.Noise? Y> Try and sneak through a windowN> Go around the side
>>31084067>Go around the sideLet's check the grounds before we do B&E
>>31084067>>31084094This sounds like an excelent plan. Let's do it.
>>31084094This is a pretty good plan, lets do this
>>31084094Let's do it!
> OtherYou scoot Mom away and plant your ear to the door, listening in.…Hm. Nothing.You walk away from the entrance and towards one of the ground level windows. You try forcing it open, to which it creaks opens gently.Mom looks at you funny. “We’re breaking into his house now?”You say, “Mom, if you would explain things in better detail perhaps, maybe I wouldn’t be breaking into someone’s house.” You hop up and fit yourself through the window leg first. You help your Mom come in a few seconds later. “Now Mom, who is your friend?”Mom says, “We were classmates in College, his name is Cody Caldwell. Majored in Engineering, was a big Transhumanist too.”You tilt your head. “Transhumanist?”“You know,” says Mom, “Big talk about man overcoming itself, being more than just man. Immortality, stuff like that.”You look around the room. It appears to be a study, with a desk, bookshelves, some papers and books strewn about. You walk out of the study and into the main foyer area. Mom sighs. “I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”You say, “No. Really.”Then your ears perk up. It’s faint but you can clearly make out the sound of… laughter. A girl’s laughter.> Go towards the sound> Explore the house> Other
>>31084366> Go towards the sound
>>31084366>Go towards the soundSolid snake time
>>31084366>OtherUnlock the door."Hello? The doors open!"
>>31084408This. Unlock the front door incase we need to make a quick escape.Then>Go towards the sound QUIETLY
>>31084366> Go towards the soundYeah!
>>31084366>>31084434>Prepare escape route>SNEAK towards the sound
> Go towards the soundMom quickly unlocks the front door incase an escape is needed. After that, she joins you in quietly sneaking up on that sound. You head up the grand staircase then down into a hallway of what are presumably bedrooms and other living rooms of the like.Soon, you find yourself getting closer and closer. You can definitely make it out now. It’s a little girl laughing.Mom whispers to you, “Must be his daughter.”You nod then pause. It’s in the room next to you. You slowly grip the doorknob, then turn it all the way around, then open the door.A little girl in a pink dress is playing with dolls, laughing and playing. She’s having a tea party with them. “Would you like some tea, Mrs. Nesbitt? It’s fresh Darjeeling right out of India!” She pours an imaginary stream of tea into Mrs. Nesbitt’s cup. Mrs. Nesbitt appears to be a metal doll, with great glowing red eyes, but in the shape of any old girl doll complete with a metal dress to go with it.Hm. Seems innocent enough.Mrs. Nesbitt beeps, her eyes flashing. The girl gasps. “Hm? What is it, Mrs. Nesbitt?” She turns around to the door. Oh no. Please-The girl screams, loudly. “Daddy!” She runs away.“Wait!” yells Mom as she bursts through the door. The girl runs away, crying and screaming. She actually circles around you and Mom before running out of the room.> Follow the Girl> “We might be in it for now, Mom.”> Check around the room for anything useful> Other
>>31084712>> Other"But I was invited!"
>>31084712> “We might be in it for now, Mom.”Oh us!
>>31084712>> OtherBe creeped out by the doll.
>>31084712>OtherFollow her to "Dad"
> Other EVERYTHINGMom says, “We were invited!”You say, “Were we?”“Well,” Mom shrugs. “No.”You sigh, looking around the room quickly. It’s deliciously pink and girly. But all around are metallic dolls, all with glowing red eyes, staring at you. Okay, that’s kind of creepy, please stop that.Mom says, “Yep. This is Caldwell’s stuff alright. He was quite the metalworker I must say.”You nod. “Come on, let’s go.”You follow the girl by the sound of her screaming and crying. She’s headed downstairs and away. You rush after her, sliding down the railings on the stairs then running after her. She continues screaming for Daddy as she heads through a non-descript door down into a basement.You both follow her down the wooden steps as the basement starts getting darker and darker.“Daddy!” yells the girl. “Daddy!”Mom stops you midway on the steps. The lights come on in the basement, revealing an incredibly vast, huge, workshop full of robots, both incomplete and complete. The girl runs up to one of them, clad in a Trenchcoat and a heavy hat.“Daddy!” yells the girl. It turns around to her, revealing his cyborg features. “They’re here! They came for me like you said they would!”Mom shakes her head. “Oh, Caldwell, you didn’t…”The Cyborg raises his head at you. “I WON’T LET MY LITTLE GIRL BE TAKEN FROM ME!” He wraps an arm around the girl and roars in a metallic voice.>> CYBORG: CODY CALDWELL <<> Try and talk him down! (Roll 1d100 Best of Three – Highest)> Transform and attack! (Roll 1d100 Best of Three – Highest)> Run away!> Other
Rolled 37>>31085126Cyborg ally, check>Talk him down
Rolled 46>>31085126> Try and talk him down! (Roll 1d100 Best of Three – Highest)Robobro!
Rolled 25>>31085126> Try and talk him down! (Roll 1d100 Best of Three – Highest)
Rolled 85>>31085126> Try and talk him down! (Roll 1d100 Best of Three – Highest)>Roar back
> Try and talk him down! (46)He rips the desk out of the wall, the computers and gadgets exploding and sparking as he throws the huge block right at you. You and Mom duck out of the way right in time for the desk to smash into the wall, exploding in a flurry of wood chips and splinters.You yell, “Mister Caldwell, we’re not here for your daughter!”Mom yells, “It’s me! Carol! Remember!? We just need your help!”“I don’t care who you are!” yells Caldwell the Cyborg, his voice rattling metallically, as he advances on you. “No one is going to take my daughter away from me!”“I don’t give a shit about your kid!” yells Mom. “I just need your help-“ You pull Mom out of the way right before Caldwell punches a hole right where her face was.“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t kill you right now!” screams Caldwell as he fists folds in on itself then forms into a massive drill. It spins up, furiously roaring with dieselpowered fury.> “Because I can kick your ass!”> “We’re trying to find Atlantis!”> “We’re not Nazis!”> Other
Rolled 67>>31085371>> “Because I can kick your ass!”
>>31085371>> “We’re not Nazis!”The Nazis seem to be the cause behind most problems these days.
>>31085371> “We’re trying to find Atlantis!”SCIENCE!
>>31085371> “We’re not Nazis!”When in doubt, blame Nazis.
Rolled 4>>31085371>"we're not Nazis"They seem to be the cause of everything
> “We’re not Nazis!”You yell, “We’re not Nazis! We’re not after you or your daughter! Just stop!”Caldwell stops, his drill slowly grinding to a halt. He grits his bone white exposed teeth. He looks over at Mom.Mom says, “We’re not working with the Nazis, Caldwell, just calm down.”He looks down at his daughter, who looks uncertain. Caldwell sighs, steam shooting out from his shoulder and into the air, then his drill folds back into a hand.Mom sighs in relief. “Good, good. Listen-““I don’t want to hear any of your excuses, Carol,” says Caldwell. He puts his daughter down. “Carolina, stay close, okay?” Carolina nods.You tilt your head. “Carolina?”Caldwell walks up to Mom, towering over two heads taller than her. “What do you want, Carol? Come to break my heart again?”You blink. You point at him, confusedly. “What’s he-?”Mom says, “We used to date.” Your disgusted look that you give her prompts her to say, “Before he became a cyborg.”You nod. “Okay, that makes sense.”Mom says, “Caldwell. We’re looking for the Lost City of Atlantis. We happen to have something that might be able to lead us there, if you were to help us I would truly be grateful.”“How?” says Caldwell, crossing his arms. “Like you said, I’m just some nutjob. Remember?”Mom cringe sinternally, then says, “We need your translator device. You said it can translate anything, German, Spanish, even Atlantean. Especially Atlantean.”Caldwell sighs, a cloud of smoke leering from his iron nose. “The Translator Device does not come easy. It’s a very delicate tool and I’m not about to-“You say, “If you don’t give it to us, the Nazis will get to Atlantis first. We have to do this.”Caldwell glares at you, then hangs his head down. “Fine. Carol, come with me. I’ll show you.”> Look around the Workshop> Talk with Caldwell the Cyborg> Talk with Mom> Talk with Carolina> Other
>>31085716> Talk with CarolinaAsk about the doll.
>>31085716>Talk with CarolinaAsk her why she was so afriad
>>31085716> Talk with CarolinaAsk about why she's so afraid and the doll.
>>31085716>> Talk with Caldwell the CyborgSup, Uncle.
> Talk with CarolinaAs Mom and Caldwell the Cyborg hash out terms, you decide to talk to Carolina. You kneel down next to her, smiling. “Hi there. I like your doll.”Truth be told, the metal doll that she was holding was kind of scaring you. Carolina shyly smiles, looking down. “My daddy made it for me. He says they’re there to make sure nothing sneaks up on me.”You nod. You sure as heck didn’t. “Well, why were you so afraid of us then?”Carolina frowns. “I thought you were going to take me away from my daddy. He says that there are people out there who want to take us apart. But he’ll never let that happen.” She shows you her doll. “This one’s name is Mrs. Janissary.” Mrs. Janissary raises her arm of her own accord and waves at you, beeping.That’s actually kind of charming.Mom and Caldwell walk over, Mom now holding a strange portable handheld device. Caldwell says, “Hover that over the writings and it should translate with 99.9% accuracy.”Mom smiles. “Thank you, Caldwell. It means a lot.”“Sure it does,” says Caldwell.Then a rumbling occurs upstairs, shaking some dirt down into the workshop. “What was that?” asks Carolina.Mom shakes her head, sighing. “It can’t be. They couldn’t have.”> “Is there another way out of this basement?”> Transform and face them head on> Barricade yourselves and get ready for a defense> Other
>>31086144> “Is there another way out of this basement?”I'm sure crazy paranoid inventor guy will have escape tunnels.
>>31086144>"is there another way out of this basement"Too many civilians around
>>31086144> “Is there another way out of this basement?”Save asskicking for a time when it is less likely to bring down the house on top of a little girl.
>>31086144>> OtherCall for back up.> Transform and face them head onFirst Strike!
> “Is there another way out of this basement?”“There is!” says Caldwell. “Follow me! Quickly!”You all run through the workshop, hopping over discarded materials and broken down projects. “Dam it, Caldwell! You need to learn to clean up after yourself!” yells Mom.Caldwell leads you to a huge circular door. He presses his finger into a hole next to it, and it begins sliding open. Then down the stairs come a force of Storm Elite, Magisch Korps. They yell, “Alarm!” then point their MGs at you.“Look out!” you yell. Caldwell immediately shields a screaming Carolina with his body as they fire round after round at him. It only succeeds in tearing his coat and bouncing off his durable armor.The door fully opens, allowing you all to run. He pulls it shut then pulls out a trigger, squeezing it. There’s a huger rumble as the workshop erupts into flames behind you. “Come on!” yells Caldwell as he carries Carolina down the dark tunnel.You all arrive at a garage where a car has been set up. “But daddy, what about my dolls?” says Carolina.“I’ll make you new ones, sweetie,” says Caldwell as he straps Carolina into her seat.You and Mom stand around, looking into the car. “Caldwell,” says Mom. “There’s only two seats here.”Caldwell nods. “I know.”> “… You’re leaving us behind!?”> “You can’t just leave us here!”> “Is there some other way for us to get out of here?”> Other
>>31086443Mom drives, Caldwell and Liberty on the roof.
>>31086443>otherMom sits Carolina on her lap, we cover their escape and try to get back around to the front of the house to steal mom's bike for our own escape.
>>31086443Caldwell and I will provide cover, lets go!
>>31086443Hmm... I wonder what things Caldwell could do to our tank...
> OtherYou say, “Me and Caldwell can cover your escape, Mom.”Caldwell and Mom both yell, “No!”Caldwell says, “I’m not trusting my daughter with her!”“I’m not just going to run away!” yells Mom.Oh my god you do not need this. “Look, we don’t have time to argue. Mister Caldwell, you are the most combat capable next to me-““You’re just a girl,” says Caldwell.“No she isn’t,” says Mom. “She’s a Magical Girl.”Caldwell looks at her, dumbstruck. “What? When you were going to tell me this?”“This isn’t the time!” you say. “Look, me and Caldwell will get on the roof, Mom you drive. Alright?”With some grumbling and other things, you all pile onto the small car. You and Caldwell clamber onto then hang off the sides, holding onto the roof. Mom drives the car down the dirt road towards the Sparrow, parked in port.“Up there!” yells Caldwell. He points to a motorcycle bearing down on you. It lands next to you, and it’s occupant in the side car stands up and reveals herself and her immense staff with a metal swastika on it.>> MAGICAL GIRL PUMA! <<You scoff. You can do better than that. You hop onto the roof then transform.>> MAGICAL GIRL LIBERTY ! <<> Hijack the Motorcycle (Roll 1d100 First Three – Highest)> Defend the car (Roll 1d100 First Three – Highest)> Other
Rolled 97>>31086892> Hijack the Motorcycle (Roll 1d100 First Three – Highest)Deal with her fast.
Rolled 75>>31086892>Defend the car
Rolled 57>>31086969Oh, wulp, disregard me (>>31086974)
>>31086969Whelp, that was a bad kitty!
Rolled 20>>31086892>> Hijack the Motorcycle (Roll 1d100 First Three – Highest)
Rolled 29>>31086892> Hijack the Motorcycle (Roll 1d100 First Three – Highest)Stealin bikes is great!
>>31086892Well mom did want you to learn how to drive a motorcycle>Hijack it
> Hijack the Motorcycle (97)You launch off the roof and right into the sidecar, smashing the Magical Girl into her seat. The driver tries pulling out his pistol to shoot at you, only for you to punch his wrist with the rim of your shield. You finish it with slamming your shield into the Magical Girl’s face then throwing her out. The driver tries pulling a hard left to throw you off, only for you to grab him by the collar and toss him off too.You await the inevitable crash.Except it doesn’t come. You withdraw your shields onto your back as a singular one, then ride the motorcycle like a bike. You have no idea what you’re doing but you suppose now is a good time to learn.You drive up next to the car. Mom looks over from the driver’s seat, surprised.“Look, Ma!” you yell, holding your hands up. “No hands!”“Very funny, kid. You stay with us,” says Mom.A huge box suddenly drops down from the sky down on the road in front. It disassembles to reveal a great big tank, sloped frontal armor, and a great big anti-magical energy cannon.> PANZERKAMPFWAGEN “GEPARD” <> Split up> Stay together> Other
>>31087178> Split up
>>31087178>> Other...NEW TANK!! Park the motorcycle and jump on it. Do stuff.
>>31087178> Split upDraw fire, the car doesn't have magic shields after all.
>>31087178I see a bright future ahead that is filled with tanks.>Hijack it
>>31087178>Collect Tanks, start Tankery
Rolled 34>>31087178> OtherHijack the tank.
Rolled 13>>31087178HIJACK ITTANKSNEED MORE TANKSOHH THE THUNDEROUS SONG OF APPROACHING ARMOR
> Hijack the TankYou speed up, leaning forward.“What are you doing!?” yells Caldwell.“I don’t know!” you scream back.The tank fires, its shot zooming over you and cooking your shield, setting the air blaze and splitting the road. You pull back, popping a wheelie on your bike, then speeding right up the sloped frontal armor. At the right moment, you jump off, landing right on the turret roof.The Commander pops up, surprised. You punch him in the face then toss him out.Your turn.After eliminating the crew, you hop into the driver’s seat and turn the tank around. The controls are actually quite simple. You press down on the gas, getting forced back into your seat as the tank dashes after the car.You poke your head out of the driver’s hatch. Caldwell, Mom, and Carolina all look at you, shocked. Caldwell yells, “Did you just steal a tank!?”> “Focus!”> “Yeah, I’ve been doing it a lot lately.”> Other
>>31087672>“Yeah, I’ve been doing it a lot lately.”
Rolled 63>>31087672>Yeah, I've been doing it a lot lately!>mfw my original hijacking suggestion spawned thisWE MAGICAL GIRLS UND PANZER NOW
>>31087672>> “Yeah, I’ve been doing it a lot lately.”The motorcycle still on the tank? Cool!
>>31087672> “Yeah, I’ve been doing it a lot lately.”Stealing is fine, so long as it's from Nazis!
>>31087672> OtherCan it, tin man, keep your eyes on the road.
> “Yeah, I’ve been doing it a lot lately.”You say, “I’ve been doing it a lot lately!”Caldwell looks ahead, then says, “Look out!”You look forward to see him standing in the middle of the road.> TIER ONE WUNDERSOLDATEN <> THE STORM ACE <Around his neck is a necklace of crocodile teeth. He plants his feet down in the ground and prepares for you.> Shoot him (Roll 1d100 First Three – Highest)> Run him over (Roll 1d100 First Three – Highest)> Go around (Roll 1d100 First Three – Highest)> Other
>>31087672> “Yeah, I’ve been doing it a lot lately.”The next one will be a trap. It'll just have Knives in there instead of an engine.
>>31087672THE NAZIS WON'T HAVE ANY TANKS LEFT WHEN WE"RE DONE WITH THEM
Rolled 25>>31087811> Shoot him (Roll 1d100 First Three – Highest)Maybe the blast will knock him out of the way at least.
Rolled 69>>31087811>Shoot him (Roll 1d100 First Three – Highest)Best to get a tank shot in.
Rolled 25>>31087811GUSTAVE! NO!>Run him overTANK SHOCK! TANK SHOCK!
Rolled 22>>31087811> Shoot him (Roll 1d100 First Three – Highest)
>>31087811Try shooting him first, if that doesn't work, get someone on the MG to pin him before we try to turn him into paste.
>>31087811>> Shoot him (Roll 1d100 First Three – Highest)FOR GUSTAV!Radio Sumire, she'll come right over. Somehow.
Rolled 40>>31087811THIS FUCKIN GUY>Go aroundHang a left, leave him in the dust
>>31087811What the fuck is he? Otto Skorzeny?I mean holy shit, annoying as he is and the fact that he's a Nazi, I have to give him props for being so incredibly persistent. I actually don't want to see him die.
Rolled 32>>31087811> Go around
Rolled 67>>31087811> Go around (Roll 1d100 First Three – Highest)He's Sumire's kill, evade and draw him back with us, and then we can all go to town on him together.
>>31087811Jesus. He just does not get the entire dying schtick.
>>31087811Why don't we see if Cadwell is willing to fight him? What chance would our cyborg have against him?
>>31087886Watch him be Otto Von Bismark revived from the dead using thule magic and magical girl experiments. >Around his neck is a necklace of crocodile teethFucking called it.
>>31087954Considering Caldwell isn't exactly combat-trained or experienced in any way, I wouldn't rate his chances as good.Especially against a monster like the Storm Ace.
Perhaps he's a cyborg like Caldwell? Or a full robot/drone.
> Shoot him (67)Okay, this is going to be tricky. You grab a shell out of the ready rack and slam it down on the gas, then climb your way into the turret and into the gunner’s position. You aim it at the ready and willing Storm Ace, time for him to get a dose of ANTI-MAGICAL ENERGY.You fire, sending a shot right at him, he dodges to the right, too late.He’s enveloped in the smoke and fire. You drive right through.You hop out of the hatch, looking around. Doesn’t seem to have made it. Good thing.Then you’re punched in the face. You slide right down the cupola hatch again, the tank crash into a rock and some trees to a halt. You recover in time to see the top of the turret get ripped open and thrown aside by the Storm Ace, who is now currently scorched and on fire. He stands there like nothing is wrong.Wow, that’s annoying.> Defend from inside the tank (Roll 1d100 First Three – Highest)> Hop out and meet him (Roll 1d100 First Three – Highest)> Other
Rolled 22>>31088035> Defend from inside the tank (Roll 1d100 First Three – Highest)
Rolled 34>>31088035>Defend from inside the tank (Roll 1d100 First Three – Highest)
Rolled 91>>31088035> OtherGet out of the tank before it explodes, and retreat towards our Zep. We'll need help with this one.
Rolled 3>>31088035>Defend from inside
Rolled 3>>31088035> Defend from inside the tank (Roll 1d100 First Three – Highest)
Rolled 11>>31088091>>31088099well shit
Rolled 89>>31088056>>31088085>>31088099>>31088105Well, fuck, tank was nice while we had it.
>>31088130OH THERE YOU ARE YOU FUCKING 89 YOU COULDN'T HELP US DEFENDFUCK YOU 89
> Defend from inside (34)You bring your shield up, blocking a punch which seriously dents your shield. You kick at him, only for him to grab your leg and pull you out of the tank then slam you into the engine block. You feel the air get sucked right out of your lungs as you turn over. He goes to stomp you, but just in the nick of time you roll over, letting him smash his foot right into the engine.You roll over right onto the cold hard ground, looking around. Mom, Caldwell, damn it, they left you.The Storm Ace hops down, casually patting the flames off his arms. He reaches down and grabs you by the neck, and you feel the air escaping you further, right until your vision starts blackening and blurring. You stare him right in the eyes, seeing through his cracked eye plates, revealing his steel-gray eyes, bloodied and twitchy.Whoever the Storm Ace is, he’s no human.Then the Storm Ace is hit in the head by a rock, releasing you. You land, wheezing and coughing trying to catch your breath.You look over to see Caldwell and Mom, they’ve come back for you. Caldwell yells as he rushes the Storm Ace, tackling him and knocking him flat.> Help Caldwell (Roll 1d100 First Three – Highest)> Run over to Mom> Other
Rolled 80>>31088324> Help Caldwell (Roll 1d100 First Three – Highest)
Rolled 30>>31088324>Help CaldwellJEANINE SAID SHE KNOWS HOW TO FIX ENGINESWE CAN STILL SALVAGE THIS
Rolled 28>>31088324>Help the cyborg man
> Help Caldwell (84)You stand up and bring your shields to bear.Caldwell punches the Storm Ace, denting his gasmask. The Storm Ace responds by grabbing Caldwell by the neck and squeezing, crushing the metallic components and crushing the life out of Caldwell.“Cody!” yells Mom.You throw your shield at the Storm Ace, seeing it slam right into his face. He lets go of Caldwell, who kneels over, coughing and wheezing.You slam your shield into his chest, sending him stumbling backwards, then spin your shield and uppercut him below the jaw, smashing his gasmask even further.“Leave my friends alone!” you yell.The Storm Ace responds with a punch to your gut, sending you on your ass. He raises his arm to finish you, but with a crack of the air, it’s wrapped up in Mom’s bullwhip. She pulls, sending him stumbling to the left.You stand up. Now’s your chance.> SPECIAL MOVE: LIBERTY BASH (Roll 1d100 Minimum of 70 First Three)> Attack (Roll 1d100 First Three – Highest)> Run away> Other
Rolled 38>>31088616> SPECIAL MOVE: LIBERTY BASH (Roll 1d100 Minimum of 70 First Three)
Rolled 25>>31088616> SPECIAL MOVE: LIBERTY BASH (Roll 1d100 Minimum of 70 First Three)
Rolled 12>>31088616> SPECIAL MOVE: LIBERTY BASH (Roll 1d100 Minimum of 70 First Three)
>>31088642>>31088646>>31088651RUH ROHSAVE US SOMEBODY
WE HAVE ANGERED THE DICEGODS
Rolled 23>>31088616>> Attack (Roll 1d100 First Three – Highest)
Rolled 25>>31088616ABANDON MISSION, RUN AWAY
Rolled 62>>31088616When has /tg/ ever not jumped on a special attack choice? Might as well be a meta piece of shit I guess.> Attack (Roll 1d100 First Three – Highest)
Rolled 29>>31088616>> OtherDelay till Sumire comes.
> SPECIAL MOVE: LIBERTY BASH!You spin your shield up to white hot intensity and charge him, yelling. He looks over at you, then as you close in for the kill, he snaps up your neck in his hand and tosses you into the tank’s engine block, smashing the exhaust pipes and denting the armor plate. You fall over onto the ground, wounded.“No!” yells Mom. She pulls out her gun and fires fruitlessly at the Storm Ace. Her shots only splash shallowly against him as he turns to close in.He raises his arm in the air, and Mom stands there, pretty much accepting of the fact that she’s going to die right now. But not today. The Storm Ace’s arm is sliced off, blood spraying out from the stump.>> MAGICAL GIRL LIGHTNING! <<The Sparrow hovers overhead, it’s automated guns suppressing nearby Nazi resistance. Lightning hops down, brandishing her naginata. “Liberty, are you okay!?”You say, “I’m fine! I just got the wind knocked out of me!” You stand up, wearily. You look over to Mom running to Caldwell and helping him to the ladder up into the Sparrow. Carolina is riding Caldwell’s back.Lightning slides up next to you, watching as the Storm Ace picks his arm up then casually reattaches it, balling his once severed hand into a fist.Lightning says, “Let’s show this bastard who’s boss.”> COMBO ATTACK: LIGHTNING! (Roll 1d100 Minimum of 50 First Three)> Attack! (Roll 1d100 First Three – Highest)> Defend! (Roll 1d100 First Three – Highest)> Other
Rolled 32>>31088874>> COMBO ATTACK: LIGHTNING! (Roll 1d100 Minimum of 50 First Three)PURIII CUREEEE
Rolled 50>>31088874> COMBO ATTACK: LIGHTNING! (Roll 1d100 Minimum of 50 First Three)come on nat 1!
Rolled 38>>31088874> COMBO ATTACK: LIGHTNING! (Roll 1d100 Minimum of 50 First Three)Best Friends Forever!
>>31088928/tg/ dice gods, why?
Rolled 95>>31088897>>31088928>>31088935dodged a bullet there
Rolled 24>>31088928Dicegods are funny motherfuckers.
>>31088874LET SUMIRE DEAL WITH ACEWE NEED TO GET THIS TANK ON-BOARD BEFORE IT BECOMES COMPLETELY IMMOBILIZED
> COMBO ATTACK: LIGHTNING!You both jump over the Storm Ace, then run at him, yelling. Lightning leads, her naginata out like a lance pointed at the Storm Ace. He simply braces himself, ready to catch it, but Lightning then disappears in a flash of purple. You stop, watching streaks of violet flash before the Storm Ace.Then he is engulfed in a flurry of slices.“See that!?” yells Lightning. “There’s a reason I’m called Magical Girl LIGHTNING!”She reappears again, bursting upward and flying down at the Storm Ace.>> SPECIAL MOVE: VIOLET LIGHTNING! <<She slices downward, sending the Storm Ace barreling backwards, a huge burning gash streaking downwards across his body.Your turn. You hop up over Lightning, to which she sweeps her glowing naginata around and empowers it, letting the electricity and power flow right into your shields.You spin your shields up, white hot and now sparkling and cackling with electricity.>> COMBO ATTACK! LIBERTY STORM <<You punch the Storm Ace square in the chest. The ground around you explodes and bursts into flames he flies right into the crashed tank, exploding into a flurry of fire and metal wreckage.You pant, standing there. Lightning stands next to you, staring at the wreckage.Lightning says, “You think he’s dead now?”> “Let’s not stick around to find out.”> “Let’s hope he is.”> Other
Rolled 79>>31089220>> “Let’s not stick around to find out.”
>>31089220>tank is killNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO>let's not stick around
>>31089220> “Let’s not stick around to find out.”
>>31089220> Other"Sumire, I am pretty sure Storm Ace is actually a group of people. They just share the same name."
> “Let’s not stick around to find out.”You say, “Let’s not stick around to find out. Let’s go, Lightning.”You rush over to the ladder and hurry up as the Sparrow starts flying away from the mountain. The Nazis managed to catch up on the road and shoot at you, their hits landing fruitlessly against the strong hull of the Sparrow’s envelope.You climb aboard the hangar, helping Lightning in next. You sigh, transforming back into civilian form, Lightning doing the same.Carolina yells, “That was amazing!” She runs over, mimicking your punching and kicking moves. “You were like- Ah! And he was like- Whoa! And she was like- Yeah!”Mom says, “Carolina, let’s let them have their rest, they earned it.” She gently nudges Carolina towards Caldwell, who sits in a corner, still wheezing and coughing. She says to you both, “Gutsy thing, kid. Didn’t I say that to stay with us?”You say, “Oh, whatever Mom. We made it, didn’t we?”“By all rights,” says Mom. “We shouldn’t have.” She holds up the Translator Device in her hand. “Anyway, get some rest, kid. We’ve got a long road ahead of us.”You and Sumire look at each other, then collapse onto the cold hard floor of the hangar.Sumire says, “Boy. We’re in for something now aren’t we?”> “Yeah.”> “At least we killed him.”> To heck with it, the floor’s too comfortable. Just rest.> Other
Rolled 12>>31089495but this one had the croc necklace
Rolled 66>>31089547>> “Yeah.”>> OtherLie on Sumire's bellyNice pillow.Better than the floor.
>>31089547>OtherLet's see what they were able to do with the tank
>>31089547> “Yeah.”> Other> Go use our personal mecha magical girl as a pillow
> “Yeah.”> OtherYou crawl over to Sumire and rest your head on her belly. “Yeah.”Sumire looks down at you. “What are you doing?”“Shut up,” you say. “You’re a pillow now.”“But-““Ssshh…” you say. “Don’t fight it.” You sigh, then quickly drift off to sleep.
>>31089760> WHERE TO NEXT?> PERHAPS THE CITY OF ATLANTIS?> AND WILL THE LIBERTY LADIES SAVE IT FROM THE EVIL CLUTCHES OF HITLER'S OWN MAGISCH KORPS?> TUNE IN WEDNESDAYS FOR MORE EXCITING EPISODES OF MAGICAL GIRL LIBERTY!Follow at: https://twitter.com/SavageMGLQhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YaX9dv6D5sI
>>31089815TELL ME WE SOMEHOW KEPT THE SECOND TANK+MOTORCYCLE, PLEASE! A GIRL NEEDS HER RIDES.
>>31090326Ok, i reread the last posts, darn, we didn't.
>>31089815Welp. I wonder if you're still going to do taht one-shot tomorrow and if not, well, I'm ready for my panzer-vor fix.