You are a motorcycle courier, and you live in a strange time. Technology has outrun itself. Data transmission is too advanced to be secure. It's anybody's guess how data is routed through the sprawling system, or how much of it any hub saves. Wireless is even worse - any message could be, and probably is, intercepted by any with an antenna, and decrypted by anyone with enough time. Speeding messengers with bags on their backs are the best option in an age where digital information's only security is obscurity. You are the cutting edge, in a world where that means taking approaches that would have been barbarically low-tech fifty years ago.Riding hell-for-leather down an old subway tunnel turned storm sewer still sounds barbarically low-tech. Especially the part where you just hope desperately that they dont' flip the switch for the third rail again and fry you.The motorcycle throbs between your legs, its steel bulk reassuring you with every jolt over an unseen obstacle. Being electrified doesn't seem to have done it any harm.Well, that's the virtue of a fully-mechanical machine. A few sparks don't mean much to the thrusting pistons, or the spring-loaded levers, but any computerized system on the bike would be long gone by now.So would you and your cargo, if you'd stayed in the water. The blonde asset is wilting against your back, hanging on with the last of her strength. Every so often, an especially savage bump drags a moan from her.You wish you had something for her pain, but Matt obviously thought bolt cutters were more important than a first aid kit. Well, he is a mechanic, after all.A mechanic that got personal with your bike, without your permission. Even though he did an excellent job of reinforcing it, and he seems like a true enthusiast, that leaves a bit of a bad taste in your mouth.
>>37182857It is your bike after all, you think, squeezing it between your thighs. At least he didn't get a chance to ride it.Although this ride, with the wavering headlight providing the only light in the claustrophobic tunnel, is certainly one you could have skipped. It's just a cruise down old railroad tracks, with no real choice of which direction to take. The splashing water, the knowledge that several members of Dagon Core are chasing you, the limp blonde limpet on your back - they don't make it more interesting, just more complicated.The throaty roar of your motorcycle echoes down the tunnel, drowning any noise the gurgling of the flowing water doesn't already mask.>Take the first exit you find - the faster you get back to the surface, the better>Keep riding through the storm sewer for a while - they're probably guarding the nearby tunnel entrances>Write In
>>37182863>META POSTTwitter(for quest news, not my political views): https://twitter.com/HaikuDelugeArchive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Cyberpunk%20Motorcycle%20Courier%20QuestMegacorps & Locations: http://pastebin.com/e0ZjmVJL(More info pastebins should come eventually. There are too many moving parts to keep track of otherwise.)Questions: http://ask.fm/haikudeluge
>>37182863>>Keep riding through the storm sewer for a while - they're probably guarding the nearby tunnel entrances
>>37182863>Take the first exit you find - the faster you get back to the surface, the betterFUCK YEAH, CYBERPUNK MOTORCYCLE COURIER QUEST!
Jesus Christ, some anon completely spazzed out in your ask.fm.
>>37182964thank you fr pointing that out. I can't stop laughing now.
Rolled 42 (1d100)>>37182863>>Keep riding through the storm sewer for a while - they're probably guarding the nearby tunnel entrancesDamnit Haiku, you start just when i'm going to bed
>>37182863>Keep riding through the storm sewer for a while - they're probably guarding the nearby tunnel entrancesthat's probably where tweed- err, the other hound is
>>37182863They've probably got the nearest tunnel entrances guarded, at least with drones. It'll be safer to stick to the tunnels.Hell, there might even be more Assets out there guarding them. There's no way Dagon Core is three Assets and a bunch of drones.Although that might be all they committed to this operation, you think, eyeing the distorted reflections of your headlight bouncing off the slimy concrete roof of the tunnel. You don't know how important this damaged Asset is, or why your client wants her.And that's another funny thing - clients rarely specify that damaged delivery is an acceptable tradeoff for speed. Even if they know the package is already broken, they'd just use it as an excuse to knock your fee down on delivery.It's just strange, you think, the roar of the motorcycle in your ears as you pass a deserted subway stop. The noise changes character as it fills the wider space, and you catch a glimpse glimpse the mossy wreckage of a mass transit system's passenger platform.
>>37183834But the noise doesn't seem to fall back to normal afterward. There's a rumbling note, just under the seashore noise of your motorcycle's bow wave, and just above the moan the package lets out as you hit another unseen bump.Maybe it's the changing character of the tunnel itself. You're seeing brick rather than concrete now, shining green hairs dangling from its mortar lines, each fiber trying to claw its own life from the tunnel's dank air.Life too tiny to challenge the system that brought it forth. Tree roots would crumble the tunnel, grabbing clawfuls of brick and crushing it to powder in their pursuit of nutrients. But these mosses could survive on only what the damp air held for them, and would never grow big enough to harm the tunnels.The tunnels that might hold a pursuer behind you, probably the red-armored motorcyclist.Probably Eliza, unless the change in the noise really was the brick.You don't have enough information to make a good decision, but damn it, making the best decision with the information you do have is what got you this far, isn't it?>Keep heading down the tunnel - the noise is just the difference between brick and concrete>Head for the surface at the next opportunity - you'll have a better chance of evading Eliza there>Write In
>>37183853>>Head for the surface at the next opportunity - you'll have a better chance of evading Eliza there
>>37183853>Head for the surface at the next opportunity - you'll have a better chance of evading Eliza there
>>37183853>Upon re-reading my updates, it sounds like I'm making passive-aggressive digs at my own questing style. Is this the power of drunk questing?No idea what you are talking about, HD!
>>37183926>It's just a cruise down old railroad tracks, with no real choice of which direction to take.>You don't have enough information to make a good decisionProbably this. It doesn't seem accurate though. HD's even throwing in shit about the bike for that autist on his ask.fm.
>>37183853That new note can't just be the reflection of your bike's engine from the brick. You saw that monster Eliza was riding, with its slablike armored hide.It would make just such a grumbling as it stalked its prey, the shaking of the air, then the ceiling, the first warning of its presence. Unafraid to cry its glory to its fleeing victims, self-assured of enough power to send an advance notice of its hunt.Fuck it, you're out. The next station can't come quickly enough. When you finally feel the draft turn cold, you call out "hang on tight" to your blonde burden. Her arms tighten a little, just as you jerk the bike toward the service ramp to the station's platform.Then it's a short dash across the level surface of the platform itself, past the smashed and decaying lightboxes for advertisements, and a bumpy ride up yet another set of stairs.Narrow, and steeply sloped, unless that's just your worry for your package speaking. The bike's wheels bump up one step after another, fighting for traction on the slick, algae-covered concrete.A choke point.Your eyes flicker up them, but don't meet any answering gun barrels or inquisitive, sightless drone eyes. An undefended choke point.>Booby trap it [suggestions welcome]>Great, that means you can floor it out of here>Write In
>>37184348>Booby trap it [suggestions welcome]High tension wire across the point. or an improvised landmine.
>>37184348>Great, that means you can floor it out of here
>>37184348>Booby trap it [suggestions welcome]something simple, like a tripwireprobably not in wire, but still
>>37184348>Great, that means you can floor it out of hereIf we dally, we just give them more time to catch up.For future heists, we should look into some drop-to-deploy auto-mines we can just scatter behind us.
>>37184348>>Booby trap it [suggestions welcome]Could we collapse the tunnel?
>>37184385>>37184397guys we got a hurt person we got to deliver. like REALLY hurt. Do you think we got time to set up a trap?
>>37184348>>Booby trap it [suggestions welcome]Pile up some of the algae on at least two consecutive steps. That'll get her to slip and fall... probably...
>>37184485the point of doing that is not having to race eliza, so yes
>>37184531You don't think we can out run that armored hulk on our sleek love beast?
>>37184531>>37184502Mass armored bike is going to plow through any trap we set unless we had explosives for the tunnel. I do not think we have any explosives. Thus traps are nigh on pointless.Want to run? take the really tiny alleyways, that armored bulk will not turn like us or fit quite as well.
>>37184348>>Booby trap it [suggestions welcome]If we have any caltrops that would handy here. If we could fix a tripwire to somehow disable the bike without giving our old a friend a high speed motorcycle crash that would be great.
>>37184348>>Great, that means you can floor it out of hereher bike is too armored for traps to do much
>>37184348They might not have guarded it, it's definitely outside their secured zone, but you could try to make it harder to break through, give yourself an edge against the red beast pursuing you.Near the top of the stairs, you spot of spool of high-tension comm wire, with a few tools scattered near it. It's odd that a quitting worker would just vanish, instead of taking some of the valuable wire or tools with him, but it's certainly a lucky coincidence.You disentangle the blonde's arms from around yourself, an dismount onto the slick steps. There's a slight squelch as your foot crushes the algae, and you bend down to grab the bolt cutters.This gate's lock is harder to cut than the last one, but that's probably because you're more tired, not because there's any more effort involved. A sharp kick sends it screaming open on its hinge, chain falling in a glistening pool to the ground.It's the work of a few moments to loop the high-strength cable between the gateposts, a hard-to see black line in the rain twilight. Wheeling your bike under it doesn't take much time either, but it's enough to notice a free-standing steel post, perhaps set up to help direct lines for the subway, but now a naked metal erection with a mangled tip.It's easy enough to avoid, but if you bent it toward the stairs, someone coming up the stair with enough speed might impale themselves on it.Its jagged, hacked-off end looks like it might do well again armor.Lances did, didn't they?>Set it up - there's nothing like extra security, and what will that clothesline do against someone armored?>No - that's going too far against an old friend>No - you need to get going on the open road
>>37185021>>No - that's going too far against an old friend
>>37185021>No - that's going too far against an old friend
>>37185021>No - that's going too far against an old friend>No - you need to get going on the open road
>>37185021Maybe it would penetrate her armor, take her right off that red beast of a machine.But Eliza's an old friend, maybe your oldest friend.Quite probably your oldest friend who's still alive.And you're not going to be the one who ends it, no matter how much a figment of your imagination painted in the black suit and red tie of your mentor tells you that it would look like an accident.You couldn't do that to her, you realize, swinging one leg back over your own motorcycle. It seems even harder for the blonde to grab you this time, her hands spending more effort finding each other and locking together.That burn and the layers of bound cloth over it are all that keeps her guts in right now. You can imagine how much pain she's in, but tat doesn't' make it any less, just makes her continued grip more impressive.The rest of the trip back to point B back in Juptek Sector is going to be hell for her, you think, gunning the engine and starting off smoothly down the alley, trying not to jar the package.She grunts in pain anyway, arms spasmodically squeezing your ribcage.The satellite locator's working up here, so it only take a split second to find yourself on the map. The route back into Juptek Sector looks simple, and there are some good alternates, in case they set up a roadblock on one.Simple, but long, at least for a package in this kind of condition, you think, as the blonde pants against you. You could probably complete the haul with her in front of you if she passes out, especially once you get into Juptek Sector.Dagon Core wouldn't chase you too far in there, would they?>Ride for point B - they told you that getting her there quickly mattered more than getting there in one piece>Call 'Concierge' and ask for the nearest discrete doctor - you need to get her medical attention, damn the client>Write In
>>37185532>Call 'Concierge' and ask for the nearest discrete doctor - you need to get her medical attention, damn the client
>>37185532If we have the clients number get them to have medical on site.
>>37185532>Ride for point B - they told you that getting her there quickly mattered more than getting there in one pieceClient specifically said speed > condition of package. Also this >>37185596
>>37185532>>Ride for point B - they told you that getting her there quickly mattered more than getting there in one pieceIf we start ignoring what the customer ordered we'll soon find ourselves with a bad rep. It is up to us now to get her to goal square fast enough.
>>37185532>Ride for point B - they told you that getting her there quickly mattered more than getting there in one piece
>>37185532>>Ride for point B - they told you that getting her there quickly mattered more than getting there in one piece
>>37185532>Ride for point B - they told you that getting her there quickly mattered more than getting there in one pieceand this: >>37185596
>The option that looks best is worst. The option that looks worst is worst. Both options are worst, your only hope is write-ins. - Haiku Delugebastard
>>37185712what does that even mean?
>>37185742something Haiku posted on Twitter. Makes me think he is a bastard
>>37185788 apparently haiku is drunk, and i bet just messing with us
>>37185821>I always lie, and that's the truth.Maybe, maybe not.
>>37185532The client said that speed mattered more than the condition of the package, didn't they?There's no time to stop for a doctor then, is there? But there is something you can do, and you can do it without even taking your hands off your motorcycle.You dial the client's number, and make a sharp turn into another alley. It starts ringing as you shoot between mouldering concrete, cracks spidering across the walls that hem the space in.But at least the alley's concrete, and not the damn cobblestones they have over in Vulnex Sector. Those things do a number on your back teeth.The client picks up before the first ring finishes.Antsy."Hello?" he asks, the same voice from earlier, but a bit more harried, "what's going on?">Write In
>>37185964"The package isn't in the best shape. If you could have some data doctors standing by that would be great."
>>37185964I have collected the package, but she is injured, having medical on site or on stand by is highly advised. Also have mercs after me so I might be coming in hot, be advised.
>>37185964This >>37185998 is nice
>>37185964"package incoming, heavily wounded, you should get some medics ready"
>>37185964"I got the package, but her guts are trying to escape through her bellybutton, so have medical on hand. Also, I might have someone on my tail.
>>37185964>>37185998I'll back this
>>37185964"I've collected the package," you say, and pause for half a second to swing viciously around another corner."Great," he sticks in nervously, as if he thinks you need an acknowledgement to keep talking.Well, considering how bad communication is sometimes, it might be useful.It's still a little annoying."Her guts are trying to escape through her bellybutton," you tell him, and pause intentionally this time. The straightaway doesn't give you another reason to."Great," he says, then catches himself, "uh, no, that's not great at all. We'll have medical standing by.""And I've probably got someone on my tail," you finish, opening the throttle as much as you dare with the damaged Asset clinging to you."We'll have someone standing by for that too," he says, "anything else?""Is that Iscar?" you hear weakly from behind you, barely a whisper on the wind, even when uttered with enough force to cause a twitch in the arms encircling you. A dangerous twitch."Are you Iscar?" you ask the voice on the other end of the line, slacking off on the speed so your cargo can get a better grip.Confusion from the other end of the line. "Iscar?" he asks, obviously flustered, "Oh, Mr. Scary. No," he says, gulping audibly, "no I'm not him. At least she's got it together enough to ask.""No," you tell your charge, "It's not him."There's a lowering of shoulders against your back, and probably a sigh too weak to reach your ears. "But it should have been him sending you," you half-hear, half-guess at in the rushing wind, as the slumps further down, "he's the one who would care enough."This is getting a little bit more complicated than you'd expected, but maybe the package is delirious.Or maybe there's something else going on here.>It's above your pay grade, just take her to point B>Terminate the call and have a discussion with the package [write in questions]>Grill the client [write in questions]>Call someone else>Write In
>>37186462>It's above your pay grade, just take her to point B
>>37186462>Grill the client [Is There anything I should know? Really don't want to have another group after me for a bloodfeud.
>>37186462>Iscar>Mr. Scary>All these fucking Apostle namesHD, you bastard. It's goddamn Judas, isn't it?
>>37186462>>Terminate the call and have a discussion with the package [write in questions]>>Grill the client [write in questions]Her: 'Are you sure this guy is working for the same people you are?' (Confirm you're delivering her somewhere she wants to go)Him: 'So how's your sex life?' (Stall for time and info)
>>37186462>>It's above your pay grade, just take her to point B
>>37186462>>Grill the client [write in questions]Is speed really that important? The package might reach expiry date before I reach point B, unless it gets immediate attention.
>>37186580It does not matter what our package would say. We have a delivery to do. It is our job.
>>37186664But what if her employer was willing to offer substantially more than ours for her return?
>>37186710Well yes a cometing deal would be an entirely different matter. Mercenary work (kind of) so the highest bidder wins.
>>37186758However, we made an agreement with the first client. If we don't follow through, or rep will suffer. Rep is everything.
>>37186512>>37186542>>37186590vs.>>37186521>>37186580>>37186591If the tie doesn't break in a few minutes, I'm going to roll a 1d2, although I'd rather not have to.>>37186572>that feel when your players get it
>>37186462>>Grill the client [write in questions]tie breaker
>>37186462>>37186809voting for the later then
>>37186572Mind elaborating anon?
>>37187421That doesn't tell me anything in this context.
>>37187512You know, the Judas who betrayed Jesus?
>>37187542He had a last name?
>>37187569Yes anon his last name was Iscariot.
>>37187512HD's using Christian apostle names for the husbando buffet, sometimes abbreviating or altering them slightly.James, Sim (Simon), Andy (Andrew), Matt (Matthew), Phillip, Thomson (Thomas), Paul (although he wasn't technically one of the twelve).This Iscar looks like another one of those.
>>37187542How does that play into this situation?
>>37187637see>>37187628I don't know the Bible well enough to tell you if they have similar personalities to source or common interpretations of it.
>>37187637See: >>37187628Laura's already had a 'death' and effective resurrection.HD seems to fucking love mythology, so it probably means nothing more than Vulnex (Vulcan) being metalworking, Nepcor (Neptune) being a sea port, Plutonix (Pluto) being a 'dead' sector, and Kronokorp being destroyed by the other corps, as Kronos was killed by the other Greek deities. Rock Quest delved into some Christian mythology too, IIRC.
>>37187720Rock Quest had us fighting the forces of hell and the devil, so yeah.
>>37186462There's a good chunk of you that wants to just take the package to point B and be done with it.Sure, the situation's probably complicated, but every situation is, in this business. And the more time you spend on the phone, the more likely it is that someone will track you by its signal, especially at this speed the package's state is forcing you to take.But what else do you really have to do on the ride, look at the scenery? When you've seen one concrete building, half-eaten by the damp salt air, with wet stains down its sides, tracing toward the storm sewers, you've seen them all."Is there something I should know?" you ask. What are they going to do, spread the word that you're the nosey kind?Well, that might be bad for your rep, but if it keeps people from calling you for jobs like your brush with the nanoplague, that's fine with you."Let me, uh, get someone who would be able to answer your questions," he says, in the voice of a man who doesn't have all the answers himself, and would really rather be somewhere else. You can hear him saying 'sir? She'd like to talk to you' in the background.Didn't cover the receiver, did he?Well, you're not going to make the smae mistake. You mute yourself, then start asking the package a few questions.Questions she can barely answer, in her state."How can I tell if this guy's working for the same people you are?" you ask, then strain your ears for her answer."I'm with Juptek," you hear, "Ishtar Ward," she tells you, every word loaded with pain, "Mr. Iscariot's group. Ask about," she says, then draws a deep breath, "an animal.""Hello?" another man says over your helmet speaker, confident. Willful.You can't help but think of a red chess piece, taller than the others, striding across the board in any direction it wishes.>Ask about the Lion>Ask about the Stallion>Ask about the Wolf>Ask about the Mole>Write In
>>37187809>>Ask about the Stallion
>>37187809>Ask about the Lionsomeone look up animals with symbolism to Judas.
>>37187809Ask about Shoggoth
>>37187809>Write Inask about the rabbit
>>37187809>>Ask about the MoleSince this is Judas we're talking about...
>>37187809>Ask about the Wolf
>>37187809>Wild Stallions>Air guitar
>>37188000that looks more like a laughing Aku
>>37187809>Ask about the Mole>>37187967good point.
>>37187809>Write In>Ask about the Lamb
>>37187809>>37187899Changing from this to>>37188066I fail as a Christian for not seeing this.
>>37188088Not seeing what?I fucking hate this meta bullshit.
>>37187809>Ask about the LionI'm a Leo sooo...
>>37188109Christ is the Lamb of God, Iscariot organization, Judas Iscariot followed Christ.
>>37187809>>Write InIs mr. Iscariot gonna pay us thirty silver for this job?
>>37188066>>37188088>>37188180but guys, we are the lamb.
>>37188180Still not seeing the relevance.
>>37188214isn't the lamb the one who got gutted open?
>>37188250it's missing "RAPE" in blocky white letters at the bottom
>>37188299and did we not get gutted open? did we not raise from the grave? face it, we're Jesus. no i'm not serious
>>37188066Fuck it, supporting, only because I have no clue what any of these choices are supposed to represent.
>>37188222Basically, he was sacrificed so others could live. Lambs were are common sacrificial animal for jews.
>>37188360>I have no clue what any of these choices are supposed to represent.Same, and its really annoying.
>>37188336nah, we got nailed
>>37188360be sure to link the qm's post when you got to vote. Otherwise he might miss yours when counting them up, you know?
>>37188405Carlos I will fucking cut you.
>>37188427With what? Your razor wit?
>>37188520be careful, it's nano-sharp
>>37188673I don't get it.
Sorry for the delay, got tied up in something IRL. Seems like the Lamb write-in won, so I'll be writing that.Looks like you've been having fun while I was out, though.
>>37187809"So," you ask, "what happened to the lamb?" There's some connection between that animals and the name Iscariot, but you can't remember exactly what it is."Oh," he says with a laugh, "you can buy it for thirty silver. What can I do for you?"You mute yourself quickly, and relay his cryptic response to the package. She manages to get out a weak "he knows Iscar, at least," in answer, then re-tightens her grip on you as you throttle up. The faster you make it back, the faster she gets a doc.Of course, point B is still a good fifteen minutes out, you think as you flip transmission back on. Your eye flicks past the cop detector as you do.Virtually nothing. At least that's going right."Your package might reach its expiry date before I reach point B," you tell him, "unless it gets medical attention.""How do you make cheese?" he asks you, letting the question hang in the air as you round another corner. A sharp breath from your passenger hisses in your ear.Maybe that was a little fast, or maybe she's wearing out."Spoiled milk," he says, voice a wooden block, clunking on a marble slab, "we need her, and we need her alive, but we don't need her in one piece. And if you stop anywhere without a few Assets guarding it, Dagon Core will grab her.""I take it you've got a few Assets waiting in the wings?" you ask."Of course," he tells you lightly, "and a few on the board already.">Well, I'll get on with it then>And I'm one of them?>Is 'cheesemaking' your hobby?>Are you Mr. Iscariot?>Are you with Ishtar Ward?>Write In
>>37188360>no clue what any of these choices are supposed to represent.Looks like they're animals with ties to Ishtar: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ishtar
>>37189596>Well, I'll get on with it then>Go faster
>>37189596>Well, I'll get on with it then
>>37189596>>And I'm one of them?>>Go as fast as you can safely drive
>>37189596>>Well, I'll get on with it thenTimes-a-wasting then, let's cut the chatter and go warp speed.
>>37189811We can't go fast with this barely-breathing blonde on out back.
>>37189596>>Write In"Problem is the piece that is not intact is the one deciding whether she lives or dies, she kind of needs that piece and won't live without it, so stop with that bullshit already, you want her alive, you get her medical aid right now."
>>37189596>>Well, I'll get on with it then
>>37189596"Well," you say, a bit less concerned, "I'll get on with it then," and terminate the connection.Knowing point B can resist a Dagon Core assault definitely takes a load off your mind. And he does make a good point about any undefended drop point just making the two of you sitting ducks.Of course, there's something about the way he casually told you that they don't' need her in one piece that makes your hackles rise. On the other hand, there's no way you could deliver her unscathed at this point - she's in better shape then you found her, at least.That's not saying much, considering that her intestines were barely inside her before your emergency treatment.But hell, you're a walking, or riding, example of someone that didn't need to be in one piece. And the package doesn't even have an 'incurable' disease, just some trauma.'Just some trauma'. Hah. That's like saying Nepcor Sector has 'just some maintenance issues'. They're the defining feature of this place now, cracks and stains everywhere. At least the drains work, but maybe that was just another maintenance failure - the water started draining into the subway, and nobody stopped it.Nepcor's always been your least favorite sector, you think as the cold drizzle of rain sluices over your new red bodysuit, and patters on the blonde Asset's coat.
>>37190423Her grip suddenly slides loose, then she makes a clumsy regrab and hisses with pain. You cut your speed, realizing that she almost passed out.Time to switch her to the front.The bike climbs the curb easily, and you let it idle as you dismount, the barely-breathing blonde almost falling to the concrete when she loses her handhold. You steady her and sort of pour her onto the front of the motorcycle seat, your boots grinding on the wet pavement.Luckily she's petite enough to do this with.Her eyes close, then flicker open a couple of times during the procedure. You're about to lose her to unconsciousness.There's probably time for one more question, you think as you get on behind her and grip the handlebars. If worst come to worst, you can hold her on with your thighs and elbows.>Write In
>>37190447>"What's your name?"
>>37190447"Any last request if we don't make it in time?"That's sure to cheer her up.
>>37190447>"So how's your sex life?"
>>37190447"What's Mr. Iscariot's phone number?"
>>37190447"So tell me about Iscar."
>>37190522I was literally about to type that.
>>37190541then type it! unless you don't really want it to go through, which is cool, I get that. It's not like I want your support or anything, Baka.
>>37190522Gonna have to go with this.
>>37190527Seconding >>37190447Sex life is traditional, but this could be useful.We can ask our client about his at point B.
>>37190606But you already typed it...However I will support it >>37190423
>>37190624>>37190632link the votes to HD's post, yo. Vote nesting is a horrible habit to get into.
>>37190522>>37190447This. We don't need his phone number. We were hired to get the package from A to B
>>37190447>>37190527This, you just in case.
>>37190676But if the little votes don't nest, how will they ever get fed worms by the mama vote?Joking aside, linking to the post you're voting on is best practice.
>>37190447"What's Mr. Iscariot's phone number?" you ask her, shifting a bit to get comfortable on the bike's seat. While it'll make things easier in the long run, this position's a lot more irritating to ride in. You can't really lean forward any farther, and the blonde Asset's back is pressing the boxy frame of your SMG into your breast.It's more annoying than painful, though.And maybe the pain is keeping her with you. She's able to force out the whole number as you get back on the road, although the moan of pain she gives when you take the curb breaks it in the middle.She's still with it after you finish entering the number into your contacts. So you go for another, more entertaining question."So how's your sex life?" you ask, accelerating to a much higher speed than you were able to before. This should cut the travel time by a decent bit, although steering around the package is frustrating."What?" she asks you, forcing it out between clenched teeth. You can almost hear the 'at a time like this?' that would follow if she wasn't in so much pain."Hey," you respond, leaning into a curve, "the scenery isn't getting any more interesting.">I notice you've got a pet name for Mr. Iscariot>So are you, uh, into the rough stuff?>Write InFinally found a character image. Took me long enough.
>>37191105>I notice you've got a pet name for Mr. IscariotFamily or lover?
>>37191105>>I notice you've got a pet name for Mr. Iscariot
>>37191105>>I notice you've got a pet name for Mr. IscariotOh, so we got Seibah for a ride.
>>37191105"Easy tiger, only kidding.">I notice you've got a pet name for Mr. Iscariot
>>37191166I assume that pic confirms that we Laura is rescuing the blonde Asset Raynard beat up and left for the Hounds to find at the end of his interlude?
>>37191201wasn't she on a bike, not a van?
>>37191201That's correct. >>37191231The van was a getaway vehicle, and was driven by someone assisting in her escape from the Telchine Harbor, since she wasn't in any condition to drive herself.
>>37191105>I notice you've got a pet name for Mr. Iscariot
>>37191323I'm starting to wonder if someone's intentionally feeding us jobs that put us on Dagon Core's path. Or someone is getting their jollies off setting us up against Eliza.
>>37191408Well, to be fair, we were told well in advance this would be in Nepcor's (and thus Dagon Core's) territory when we took it on.We'll have to pay attention to details like that in the future.
>>37191105"And I notice you've got a pet name for Mr. Iscariot," you say, teasingly. It's the best you can do for bedside manner right now.The blonde sighs and winces in your arms. "He doesn't like 'Mr. Scary'," she tells you in a voice you hardly catch above the wind's rush, "that's it."Well, that's a bit disappointing. But, of course, it might not be the whole truth.It's all you're getting right now, though. The package slides into unconsciousness within a block. You hope it makes everything hurt less.Because if she's awake, going these speeds is going to hurt a lot.You open the throttle bit by bit, burning down the little cared-for road. Small cracks jolt the bike slightly, but you can run down grass all day.And if you're racing Eliza for the border, you need all the speed you can get. The wire probably threw her off the bike, although it shouldn't have hurt her badly in that armor.Maybe you should see about getting a riding suit like that, although you're not sure the extra weight would be worth it - anything less the armor-piercing rounds will just leave you bruises in your current getup.Everything's looking up, every the scenery. The rain lightens as you near the Juptek Sector border, making you wonder about the weather patterns again. You can see the lights of office buildings in the distance.One of them is point B.>Concentrate on driving>Call Mr. Iscariot>Call someone else>Write In
>>37191703>>Concentrate on driving
>>37191703>The wire probably threw her off the bike, although it shouldn't have hurt her badly in that armor.I thought we didn't set that up with the whole "No we won't do that to our friend" thing?>Concentrate on driving
>>37191703>>Concentrate on drivingAnd keep your eyes peeled for hostiles. I bet Dagon's not gonna give up before sector border, if even there.
>>37191703>Concentrate on driving
>>37191703>Concentrate on driving>>37191754No, we didn't but spikes or a spear or something like that on it, so we wouldn't hurt her too much.
>>37191703>Concentrate on drivingKeep her talking though, she need to be awake.
>>37191703You can see it from here, but you're not at the finish line yet. Another ten minutes, your display tells you.A wide sweep up the onramp takes you into the artery of commerce, a hauler-choked highway.Hauler Hell.Lanesplitting heaven.You don't see the broken concrete guardrails this time. The 18-wheeled tractor-trailers on both sides keep blocking your view. There's a slice of sky above you, dripping rain, and a narrow window down the length of the highway.Your motorcycle roars as you open the throttle up, blasting down the trench. There's no way for the police, which your detector says are somewhere nearby, to see you, let alone chase you down.Well, James might be able to try on his motorcycle, but you'd still bet on your beloved bike against his corp-issued pig wings.It's a simple ride into Juptek Sector, but definitely not boring. A couple of truckers tried to edge onto the line, denying you the space from their envy of your speed.You were too fast for their attempts to crush you, but those were some hair-raising seconds anyway.They should envy you. You live a life of danger and excitement, reaping the big rewards that come with taking the big risks. Sure, you could be driving a hauler instead of your faithful steel steed, but how boring would that be? And the pay's not nearly as good.You have to admit that driving a hauler might have saved you from the close encounter with the Nanoplauge, and your life would definitely be less complicated.But where would the fun be in that?There's no fanfare when you cruise into Juptek Sector, but the dancing lights of the buildings on each side of the road seem almost like celebratory fireworks.You've only seen those a couple of times, and only one of those was up close.>Reminisce about your bald mentor and fireworks>Concentrate on getting to point B>Call Mr. Iscariot>Write In
>>37192355>Concentrate on getting to point B as fast as you can with the package still holding on.Make sure the girl is still with us.
>>37192355>Call Mr. IscariotSee if he can pull some strings so we can>Concentrate on getting to point BFaster
>>37192355>>Concentrate on getting to point BFocus, girl, focus! A job ain't done until it's done.
>>37192355>>Reminisce about your bald mentor and fireworksI'm curious about our time with the deadliest human being on Earth.
>>37192355>>37192401This, and make a mental note to reminisce about our mentor and fireworks when the job is done and we're enjoying a nice drink.
>>37192355>Call Mr. IscariotMake sure the girl is still with us.
>>37192355>Concentrate on getting to point B
>>37192355>Reminisce about your bald mentor and fireworks
>>37192355>Call Mr. Iscariot
>>37192355But there's no time to think about that right now. You're delivering the package to point B, in as few pieces as you can.The faster you get there, you think, watching the dots on your map, the better chance she has.Five minutes out.The blonde Asset is slumped against you, limp but breathing. That last part's good, at any rate."You still there?" you ask, shaking her lightly. She stiffens a little and rewards you with a pained groan.Well, that's probably the best you could expect.The highway blurs under your wheels as your motorcycle screams along, fast as you can take it with someone leaning back on you. The dots on the map are converging.It's about time, you think, reigning in your steel steed to make it down the offramp. The street is a constellation of lgihts. Signs, windows, cars, haulers, even another couple of motorcycles - everything's lit, and the lights are dancing.They blur past, beauty smeared by your insistent speed. This is the home stretch, no reason to slack off now. You wheedle the bike through traffic, stabbing into any gap, piercing the lines of cars. The blocks between you and point B vanish one by one.There's an garage-style door on the ground floor, halfway open. It barely clears your helmet as you cruise inside.Then it slams down behind you, and the lights snap on.
>>37192995H-Haiku? You still there?
>>37192995Harsh, sterile beams stab down from lights set in the ceiling. Everything's white, white and gleaming. Your motorcycle's idle echoes off the hard walls.The whole place smells of antiseptic, and not just one. It's a noxious cocktail of alcohol and chlorine, not enough to be dangerous, but enough to bite at the back of your sinuses.A team of medtechs wheel a gurney toward you, a man in a white lab coat running alongside, barking technical-sounding orders. They wave you off your bike and swarm the blonde Asset, placing her on the rolling stretcher far more gently than you expected from their chaotic and intense manner.Within thirty seconds, the blonde Asset, whose name you still don't know, is riding an elevator up into the building, strapped to a gurney and surrounded by medical professionals.You even saw one of them sticking her with an IV while the doors closed.You're not quite sure how to feel about it all. Seems like she's in efficient hands, in what seems to be a secret hospital/safehouse. All the same, you've been by her side for hours, and you're not sure you'll see her again."You ever see a team of ants carrying a caterpillar?" a voice asks from behind you. You start in surprise, but recover as you turn to face him.Oh, there's a door in that wall. White, like everything else.You must have been watching the medics too closely to notice him enter. His black suit stands out too much against the white room for you to have missed him otherwise.Unkempt short black hair tops off a winking face. His smile's nicer than a smirk, fairly pleasant actually.>Who are you?>I guess it looks like something like that?>Caterpillar?>So are you supposed to pay me?
>>37193418>So are you supposed to pay me?
>>37193418>Who are you?>So are you supposed to pay me?
>>37193418>I guess it looks like something like that?>Who are you?
>>37193418>I guess it looks like something like that?Come on guys, be a little friendly.
>>37193418>>Caterpillar?>>So are you supposed to pay me?
>>37193418"I have not."
>>37193418"So," you ask him, "are you supposed to pay me?""All business, huh?" he replies, sounding a bit disappointed. The smile droops a bit, "yeah, I'm here to pay ya," he says, showing you a tablet with a receipt on it. Your receipt - some of the bonuses have check marks by them, others don't. "Look alright to ya?" he asks as you glance over it."Yeah," you tell him, and he taps the button to initiate the transfer. "I haven't ever seen ants carry a caterpillar," you say, looking up at him, "does it look like that?""There's no boss ordering them around," he says, staring blankly at the elevator, "but other than that, very much so. Dragging the victim back to their nest so they can cut it up."As he says that, his face turns slightly. There's a masklike grin on his features now, and his eyes fix on yours. Strangely red eyes.He makes an exaggerated shrug, the tablet dangling dangerously from his fingertips.>Write In
>>37193701"Why would you cut her up after paying me so much to get her here alive?"
>>37193701>Grab his necktie>Grab our SMG>"Explain."
>>37193830All of the no!>>37193701"You got a nice smile."
>>37193803>victim>cut it updoesn't sound like the healthy kind of surgery, more the "we want her guts" kind
>>37193880Does it really matter? We got paid we have no reason to stick around here.
>>37193902Yeah it kind of does matter, those are the kind of details we want to know about before hand, so we can either charge extra or say fuck off.The last time we didn't give two shits and accepted a job without thinking about it we ended up made out of carbon fibre shavings.
>>37193701Oh, why not this: >>37193852
>>37193920You worry to much.
>>37193967Seriously? In this quest of all things you tell me to not worry...I worry too much because HD has proven that I need to.
>>37193701"Are you this charming with every courier you hire or are you flashing me that glasgow grin for some special reason?"
>>37193994Okay.... Sorry that you feel worried anon. I wish I was smart enough to articulate on why you shouldn't worry but well lets face it, I'm not a smart anon.
>>37193701"You've got a nice smile," you tell him, a small smile on your own face, as you lean back against your motorcycle and cross your arms.It gets your hand closer to your SMG."I don't hear that one often," he tells you, grin growing even wider, "in fact," he continues, sticking his hands in his pockets, and fixing his gaze on a far corner of the ceiling, the blank look returning, "I'm not sure I've ever heard it before. They say there's a first time for everything.""So are you this charming with every courier you hire?" you ask, raising your eyebrows at him, "or are you flashing me that Glasgow for some special reason?""Oh," he says, eyes swiveling back to you, and the original, gentler smile returns, "charming's a new one too, but Glasgow isn't, I'm afraid. Still, would you like to go to dinner? There's a couple of good places close by.">Um, sure>I'm afraid I've got other plans>Hell no, psycho>Alright, can you cut the crap and tell me what's going on?>[You are spared from having to reply by an interruption]>Write InMETA NOTE: The interruption is something that will happen in this scene regardless of which option is chosen. Option 5 just triggers it early.
>>37194103>>Alright, can you cut the crap and tell me what's going on?
>>37194103>Alright, can you cut the crap and tell me what's going on?No thank you, we've already got enough hunks who are not this kind of creepy or crazy
>>37194103>I'm afraid I've got other plans>But before that, can you cut the crap and tell me what's going on?
>>37194188Yes, but they're not as interesting.None of them have even shown this much initiative.
>>37194103>Um, sureBut isn't he on shift or something?
>>37194204Uhh yes they have, one asked us out to lunch and the other made several passes at us while cooking us breakfast.How have you already forgotten them? They are both leagues more interesting than this creepy fucker who I don't want anything to do with at present.
>>37194103>In one corner, ParanoidAnon. In the other, NaiveAnon, pusher of red buttons. Fucking killing me here HD!
>>37194103>Alright, can you cut the crap and tell me what's going on?
>>37194103>>37194202This.>>37194204>None of them have even shown this much initiative.Did you forget where we were before we accepted this job? At that burger place?
>>37194223You push another red button and I'll tear your larynx out through your ass.
>>37194204>>37194222guys guys, they're both pretty, and kinda boring. it doesn't matter who we pick, because at the end of the day we go home with our one true love.>>37194246please don't make me laugh so hard, other people are trying to sleep.
>>37194103>Um, sureFuck it, let's do interesting things.>>37194240>>37194204>initiative>we called himOk, Ryan showed some.
>>37194204And here we have ForgetfulAnon, who can't even remember the previous interaction with a male character.
>>37194204>initiativeThere initiative and then there's just being a creeper and I don't want to know anything about this guy until we find out more about this situation.
>>37194246that is to say what you said was really funny and not in a you can't hurt me kind of way.
>>37194279Interaction we initiated.I think ForgetfulAnon is NaiveAnon's cutman.>>37194300>implying this isn't the fastest way to get information out of him
>>37194272>please don't make me laugh so hard, other people are trying to sleep.If I make you laugh will those people wake up and strangle you so you can't press any more red buttons?>>37194320>implying this isn't the fastest way to get information out of him>going on a date with him to subtly get information from him which will take hours when we can just ask him right here and now is somehow faster...
>>37194320>>implying this isn't the fastest way to get information out of himI wasn't implying anything because that would be the second slowest way to get information from him behind not even bothering to ask or find out and just leaving.
>>37194330Sorry what did you say? I was to busy triggering the schmuck bait.
>>37194103>Alright, can you cut the crap and tell me what's going on?There are already enough husbando's I don't care about, don't need another
>>37194103>Um, sureHD said this was going to be interrupted anyway.Changing our tune drastically halfway through the conversation might provoke the shit out of this psycho.>>37194350God fucking damn it stop namefagging, cockgargler.
>>37194350>>37194330I'd just like to say the two of you are both literally worse than Hitler.
>HaikuDeluge @HaikuDeluge>I'm not sure whether I poked the lurkers with a stick, or just stirred the fires of samefaggotry.>>I sure didn't mean to create namefags.Lurker you poked with the unwanted husbando stick here, you know damn well what you did HD, stop making every first interaction a male character a "oooh look at his abs and pecs" scene. If we want a husbando, we'll find one on our own in our own damn time, not because we're choking on them because you keep throwing them in our faces.
>>37194367>>37194383As much as it tickles me pink that you guys get so mad at people using names, I really like this thread so I'll stop.
>>37194367>HD said this was going to be interrupted anyway.>>Changing our tune drastically halfway through the conversation might provoke the shit out of this psycho.metafaggotry at its worst...and you're making waaay too many assumptions about this conversation.
>>37194409I don't see any mention of abs and pecs in this one.So far all we've got is he has a nice smile when he's not smirking.
>>37194441>I don't see any mention of abs and pecs in this one.Stop being so literal anon, its the general vibe of how Laura reacts whenever there is new manly meat on screen.
>>37194409>implying it isn't some sort of grand planHe's probably shoving so many at us we get sick of the entire concept of husbandos.>>37194453>genera; vibe of how Laura reacts whenever there is new manly meatWe did vote for the heavy flirting with Ryan in the first thread, and that seems to have set a tone.
>>37194463>He's probably shoving so many at us we get sick of the entire concept of husbandos.We already were when the second was introduced...
>>37194463>We did vote for the heavy flirting with Ryan in the first thread, and that seems to have set a tone.>I flirt with one character, therefore I must flirt with them all!
>>37194453What, she notices things about them?What a shocker.
>>37194474>we were sick of it by the second one>a question on the ask earlier today about husbandoing raynard
>>37194489if anons vote to flirt, she's gunna flirt.
>>37194103"I'm afraid I've got other plans," you tell him, and the smile fades back into the blank look."That's too bad," he says tonelessly, staring at the elevator behind you, "but I should have expected it.""Can you cut the crap and tell me what's going on?" you ask, stepping into his line of sight and staring him down.Those are the emptiest eyes you've ever seen. Nothing at all behind them, sightless orbs.And then they flicker back to life, and the manic grin with them."What's going on?" he echoes, then laughs, almost doubling over in his mirth, "they're vivisecting her, of course!" he manages to get out, over a fit of laughter, then pulls himself up to stand like a lecturer, "A rare genetic specimen, with very valuable organs, and a better chance of preserving them if they go straight from her body into whatever the hell those things are they use to keep them alive artificially! That's why she had that slash on her stomach, bitch! Nepcor almost did the operation before we could pull her out, but you got her back here in time," he says, that horrifying grin splitting his face, "congratulations! And that idiot, Mr. Scary, kept blocking us because she was 'critical to the operations of Ishtar Ward'. Hah! Critical to the operation of his cock! I'd like to see his face when he finds out!">Write In
>>37194814Text Mr Scary the address and tell him our fee for extracting the blonde or keeping her alive until he can get here in force to retrieve her safely.
>>37194814I'll back this >>37194839
>>37194814>>37194839Yeap. And excuse ourselves first.
>>37194814Why are you even telling me this? You're some fucked up creep.
>>37194814"I don't imagine I'd like to be in the same room when he does. Excuse me for a moment, have to check in with my bank and make sure everything went through fine."Then silently do >>37194839 tell him the address, and tell him to bring as much firepower and help as he can if he wants to see her alive again, and also our rate for such work.Have our SMG very close at hand and our bike ready for work because fuck me if we let this creep do whatever they are going to do to blondy, we've been in a similar situation so we can relate well to her.
>>37194814"And if you're thinking about some sort of heroic rescue," he continues, the obscene mirth still smeared on his face, "stop. Because I've already bought enough time for them to finish! Did you see how fast they whisked her out of here? She's definitely dead by now, all her parts in their separate little black boxes! Except her brain, of course. They probably shoved it in the furnace already to hide the evidence! It's not worth the expense of maintaining - doesn't have whatever the hell it is makes her other organs special. But her liver! Her pancreas! They'll advance medicine by a thousand years, and you, YOU were part of it!">Write In
>>37194814I'm not saying we should shoot him but if we do I'd want us to do it like this"It's a shame, you really did have such a nice smile.">Shoot him in the face
>>37194814"Bullshit that slash was horizontal. Vivisection in that body region consists of a vertical slash, so it can connect to the ribcage. How about you tell me whats really going on."Then do this after this >>37194839 response.
>>37194904Fuck you HD you railroading fuck.
Ouch.Dunno what else I should have expected when I saw Adachi though.
>>37194904Draw our SMG, then say >>37194913 and demand that he show us proof, and call up Mr Scary and have him listen in on this.
>>37194904"Okay now I know you're just fucking with me. You are one sad fucker."
>>37194904Gonna go with anons reasoning here>>37194911Funny, if this nutter had put things a little more eloquently he would have come off as quite reasonable and pleasant.
>>37194904"Good thing Mr. Scary isn't the one paying me then."send everything we know to Mr. Scary anyway.
>>37194904...You had this post ready to go didn't you you cunt.
>>37194944>>37194940>>37194932>>37194916guys, I'm pretty sure he's just fucking with us.
>>37194954If he isn't we're killing him, and even if he is, we're killing him.
>>37194959Calm down anon, we're not killing a sad man for badly lying to us.
>>37194959why does it matter enough to kill him.we did the job and got paid
>>37194996My sibling of African decent!
>>37194946>>37194954>>37194995><HaikuDeluge> I started writing it directly after the "let's get Iscariot the address" post went up. You guys really should have called him.He had this all planned out and there was nothing we could have done from the start.Fuck you HD, you railroading fuck, you never learn.
>>37194959If he is trying to fuck with us, we can always just shoot him in the foot or something and just flip the bird at him as we drive off, like so.
>>37195020No he's not trying to fuck with us, read >>37195013Once again HD railroaded us into this bullshit.
>>37195013where the fuck did he say that?
>>37195033He didn't, he railroaded this entirely from start to finish.He didn't say shit, he didn't hint shit, he just steamrolled straight ahead and ALREADY HAD THIS WRITTEN OUT FOR FUCKS SAKE.>>37194904Go fuck yourself you railroading faggot.
>>37195013>>37194916These strike me as much the same tone as the 'fuck you HD you waifu killing asshole' posts after the 10th thread. Haven't you lot caught on he's fucking with our heads the same as this guy?
>>37195048so >>37195013 was a lie?
>>37195033He said it in the #qmc IRC channel in response to a namefag calling him out on it.
>>37195048>ALREADY HAD THIS WRITTEN OUT FOR FUCKS SAKEWhat?Going by the quote, he started writing it at the "let's get Iscariot the address" post.>>37194839Like, right there.That doesn't look like from start to finish to me.
>>37195028>>37195013>>37195048dude, you need to calm down.
>>37195033QMC.<HaikuDeluge> No, I'm a railroading fuck again Or so they say. <Vaelys> well Haiku when you have that response written up so fast to either troll your players or outright cut off whatever attempts they were goign to do, yeah you do seem like a railroading fuck again <Badriel> Eh, that's not so bad. <HaikuDeluge> I started writing it directly after the "let's get Iscariot the address" post went up. You guys really should have called him. <Vaelys> yeah thats railroading... when you emphasize the need for speed above all else and already have that end written up the moment you don't immediately call him, thats railroading... pretty shitty dick move there Haiku <HaikuDeluge> I give hints the situation's not right, I give a number to call to find things out, I give multiple opportunities to call it. <Vaelys> no you didn't you may *think* you gave hints, but there were none <HaikuDeluge> Look through the thread and count the number of "call concierge to find a nearby doctor" and "call Mr. Iscariot" shoices there were. <len-hime>yeah man god why are you so bad man god fuck dude man :^( <Vaelys> look through the thread and count the number of times you made it very evident to prioritise speed and completion of the job to ensure her survival len don't be that faggot
>>37195066He started writing that post immediately as soon as he got that first vote, ensuring we can't possibly do anything.He planned this from the beginning and now he's trying to make excuses about how he gave out hints and clues, which he didn't do at all.
>>37194916>>37195013>>37195028>>37195048>>37195063Ok, now I'm pretty sure you're trying troll HD almost as hard as HD is trying to troll us.
>/tg/ doesn't know what railroading is
>>37195063there is a QMC IRC? how do I get in on that?
>>37195085Oi. When Vaelys starts sounding reasonable, I think there's been a real fuck-up.
>>37195074No I really don't, once again he's railroading and laying the blame at our feet when its of his making.
>>37195088>ensuring we can't possibly do anythingI mean, we literally delivered her to this guy and watched her get wheeled out surrounded by people.What did you expect us to be able to do after the fact?
>>37195103no man. I said you need to calm down so you have to calm down. that's the rules.
>>37195114No i mean how he planned this whole "hand her over to the baddies and kill her before we can act at all" thing.Nowhere have we been able to impact this course of events at all, and he knows it, no matter what excuses he tries to throw out, he set us up for this turd to be shoved down our throats.Remember that ask.fm about suffering HD? Yeah go fuck yourself you cunt.
>>37195103And you acting like a spaz isn't going to do anything but annoy everyone.Relax, you're playing pretend on an anonymous imageboard.Make your point sure, but freaking out just makes you look worse.
>>37195136or maybe. Just maybe this creepy guy is lying.
>>37195102Wow, you really know shits hit the fan and the QM fucked up when that happens and that autistic faggot is the voice of reason against this mess HD threw us in.
>>37195149Did you not read >>37195085 ? He ain't lying, HD railroaded us into this and railroaded her getting killed and didn't even give us the illusion that we could have helped, that we could have stopped this.
>>37195173eh if Hd wasn't just fucking around the the irc Oh well, I'm not to mad and if he was then I'm laughing my ass off.
>>37195136>Being this butthurtReally now this is being excessive. For the sake of the thread I do hope you calm down and await verification of this eccentric's claims before you start protesting this boisterously.
>>37195199>ITT, people not understanding they're in a cyberpunk setting where EVERYBODY has a reason to lie to the MC.
>>37195206sorry, I am pretty naive.
>>37195198I'm not laughing my ass off, I'm pissed off as hell that he has the gaul to fuck us up the ass this hard, shit down our throats and tell us to accept it like its nothing at all. The fucker can't even believes his excuses and can't see how his railroading can possibly be conceived as railroading.HD, go fuck yourself with a rusty rake.
>implying Vaelys is speaking reasonIgnoring, literally ignoring redflags isn't railroading. At any time at all before getting here we could have made an easy phonecall that costs us nothing.In this very fucking thread we had a conversation while riding at full speed, so don't give me shit about how we would to have stopped or some shit and risk Eliza catching us.Consequences aren't a railroad you dumb fucks. Actually agreeing with Vaelys should tip you off that you're being retarded.
>>37195220you need to calm down bra
>>37195220>fuck us up the ass this hard, shit down our throatsWe did a job and got paid.We came out of this whole thing smelling like fucking roses.Sure the package didn't get put to the use we expected, but we're not the all-conquering hero, righting wrongs and saving damsel.We're a courier, we deliver things.
>>37195199>and await verificationHe gave all the verification you could ask for that he deliberately railroaded us like this in the IRC
>>37195220You amuse me.
>>37195244And from now on we're not accepting another job like this with no information at all and walking into another of these bullshit situations for HD to pull the rug out from under us again.
>>37195258>pull the rug out from under us again.how did he do that? We're fine.
>>37195225HD, you're really really obvious when you post anon, so stop trying to defend yourself and your bullshit, its as transparent as a burger wrapper.
>>37195258I'm still laughing.
>>37195275i know, right.
>>37195273burger wrappers aren't very transparent
Vaelys needs to fuck off.there are literally red flags everywhere that the client is unscrupulous and will probably kill her after they get the information they want.hell right fucking here>and we need her alive, but we don't need her in one pieceis a direct quote from the client.
>>37194904"Bullshit," you yell, drawing the SMG from your coat, "that slash was horizontal, and dissection's vertical," you finish, leveling the weapon at him, "now tell me what's really going on.""It was only horizontal because she fought her way off the operating table when they stuck her!" he replies, gesticulating wildly.It's three quick, sharp steps to him, and he doesn't notice because he's so wrapped up in his own performance. "Because she felt the scalpel - they didn't use enough anesthetic there, Nepcor's too cash strapped," he continues, words and hands rolling on in a deluge of this shit, "but our doctors wouldn't make such a - "He stops talking when you shove his lower jaw against the upper with the SMG."Fuck you," you say, "you lying fuck! Now will you stop fucking with me and tell me the truth, or am I going to have to ruin that nice smile?"If there's one thing you've learned in this business, it's that the that black, mirror-finished visor of a motorcycle helmet is really damn intimidating. You're not a person who can be reasoned with, a man who can be beaten, a woman who can be frightened, a child who can be appeased.You are a biker, and you are angry at this fucking liar, this bastard who keeps changing his story to stymie any objections.You ease off just enough so he can talk, if he tilts his head back and stands on his tiptoes."Alright," he says, hands up in the universal 'don't shoot' gesture, "alright. I'll tell you."Movement catches your eye, and you tighten your grip on the trigger.
>>37195288They are when they are soaked in the tears and sweat of players.
>>37195258>not accepting another job like this with no information at allI guess we're never taking another job then, huh?If a big corp wants a courier for a job, and they call us up and we ask too many questions, they'll just hang up and get some other chump.Even if the Johnson isn't trying to screw you specifically, he never has any reason to tell the whole truth.
>>37195288They are when neckbeards eat their grease burgers that sustain them.
>>37195294It's the door behind the smiler, swinging open to frame a read-haired man, head bent down, fingers pecking on a tablet. He looks up and anger races across his face."Christ, Thad," he yells in a voice used to command, hands slicing through the air like an orator's, "you weren't supposed to be the goddamn negotiator! Is Gabe tied up in a fucking closet?"Now that voice is familiar. He's the second man on the phone, the one who knew what was going on.Then he turns his head a few degrees, looking at you and trying to pull a pleasant expression over his obvious rage, "I'm sorry for whatever my employee has said to you, ma'am. It's an oversight on my part you had to deal with him.">Write In
>>37195297They are when they are soaked in the tears of one vocal playerFtfy
>>37195297your tears sustain me Vaelys.
>>37195273Nope, stay mad though. You did this to yourself and you can't even justify your stance. Crying about how angry you are over a stupid descision doesn't mean shit.
>>37195307"Is what he said true? Because I imagine Mr Scary would very gladly outbid you to possess that information right now, and I'm very very tempted to give it to him free of charge."
>>37195307"I'd like to see her."or"Is what he said true?"or maybe"You really need to keep control of your people."
>>37195307"You wanna tell me what you're paying me 4 times my standard rate for or am I going to have to put a clip full of bullets into this lunatics brain?
>>37195307>>37195329>>37195341>>37195344These.>clipIt's magazine you plebian.
>>37195307"Give me some very good reasons why I shouldn't kill the both of you right here and now and send Iscariot this address and everything I've recorded."We record EVERYTHING, because we ALWAYS need insurance for crap like this.
>>37195307HD, I just want to say thank you for this wonderful thread. I figuratively can not stop laughing. Also how do I get on this IRC with you?
>>37195366>Also how do I get on this IRC with you?First you have to sell your soul, then you have to take a long walk off a short pier. Once you have completed your journey, then you shall be granted admittance.
>>37195376Darn, I traded mine for a half eaten candy bar last week.
>>37195396Well you can get into the Hugbox free of charge, they accept all loose sluts, but the Cabal is high class, your soul is like a security deposit you never get back.
>>37195416Man, what a fuckin ripoff
>>37195429Can you truly say that if you have never sampled its wares?
>>37195439hmmmmmmmm no i guess not....>tries out the hugbox
>>37195366Just watch, now he's going to say HD backtracked.
>>37195450I'm still waiting anon.
>>37195489It doesn't matter what he does, it won't stop this segment from being all around pretty terrible, nor will it remove the stink of soot and steam engines.
>>37195489oh god I hope he does, that'd be fucking hilarious. Too bad I won't see it till tomorrow, It's 4:30 here and I need some sleep.HD once again thanks for running and rageanon, thank you for being yourself.>>37195515>Has no idea what a hug box is or how to get one.>>37195527Fantastic
>>37195531>rageanonAlso thanks to ParanoidAnon and NaiveAnon and ForgetfulAnon.We need more names for those anons who don't have one yet.
>>37195307"Was he telling the truth?" you ask the newcomer, with an unseen glare.He cuts in before you can stack a threat on it. "I don't know what he told you," he says, picking up his tablet from where it flew during his gesticulations, "but probably not, judging from your reaction. Thad," he asks, "how long since you took your damn medicine?""Yesterday," comes the sullen reply, Thad's jaw pushing the SMG down, "you know I work better without it," he whines, eyes rolled back to look at his boss."Explain to me," the redhead says, jaw muscles tight, "how this," he asks, waving his free hand at you, "is good work. But not now," he says, as Thad's jaw bobbles against the SMG's barrel, "not in front of a contractor. Take a chill pill when she lets you go, and we'll talk about this later.""I'm not letting him go until you tell me what exactly you're paying four times my standard rate for," you tell him, "and if you don't, I'm putting a mag into his brain."The boss sighs, stuffing one hand into his pocket. You take the opportunity to study him through the mirrored visor.He's young, too young to be a true exec. Is he just some exec's brat on a power trip? The suit's nice, his hair is decently cut, and his features show promise, although they need a few years to harden.You can almost see the wheels turning in his head as he searches for the right answer, buying time to think by putting the tablet away slowly.>He tells you that wasn't part of the deal, and you'll have to pay to get the peep show>He's a doormat, and offers you a look through the operating theater's observation window>He tells you to go ahead and try to ventilate Thad, and watch what happens>Write In what he does
>>37195568>Write In what he does>He explains that Thad was lying to us and what he told us was not true, he was watching in on his tablet, then he shoes us to the room where they are stopping the blonde asset from dying and stitching intestines back together
>>37195568>>37195606>shoesYou misspelled "shows" and missed a "her" in >stitching intestinesbut overall this gets my support.
><HaikuDeluge> I popped into the IRC to find spies.><HaikuDeluge> Because I had a feeling whatever I said here would be taken as gospel truth.><HaikuDeluge> And relayed to the thread, bringing their anger closer to the feelings of the QMC.><HaikuDeluge> Good grief, now that I'm not typing I can read the thread. I'm getting whiteknighted by some players. That's a weird feeling.><HaikuDeluge> Well, I've done my damage for today. Night all.>* HaikuDeluge (~HaikuDelu@501A405D.255B0719.CA904D2E.IP) QuitYou sure did HD.
>>37195568>He tells you that wasn't part of the deal, and you'll have to pay to get the peep show
>>37195568>He explains that Thad was lying to us and what he told us was not true, he was watching in on his tablet, then he shows us to the room where they are the blonde asset and keeping her alive while they stitch her intestines back together while debriefing her.
>>37195625>implying any form of IRC communication is secure
>>37195568>Write In what he does>He explains that Thad was lying to us and what he told us was not true, he was watching in on his tablet, then he shows us to the room where they are treating the blonde asset for her injuries and keeping her alive while they stitch her intestines back together while debriefing her.
>>37195568Fuckit, seconding >>37195652>>37195651I think It was more implying that he is constantly trolling and fucking with us no matter what.You worried now NaiveAnon?
>>37195667HD is drunk, isn't he?We should have expected this.
>>37195680He's been drunk this entire time, he started the thread drunk, he said so on his twitter, though I'm curious to what his reaction will be to this entire thread, his posts and anons, when he's sober. I imagine him waking up to a bunch of ask.fm questions and going "What the hell happened last night?"
>>37195568>He explains that Thad was lying to us and what he told us was not true, he was watching in on his tablet, then he shows us to the room where they are treating the blonde asset for her injuries and keeping her alive while they stitch her intestines back together while Mr Scary debriefs her..
>>37195704>while Mr Scary debriefs her.That's a good bit, add that on to my vote in >>37195652
>>37195704>>37195652>>37195721>META POSTSorry, I'm drawing the line at >>37195638 , due to anesthetic precluding the debrief, and Mr. Scary being outside the scope of Redhead's actions.Also, it's interesting to note that Redhead watching the whole thing on his tablet retroactively makes his entire entrance and profession of ignorance about what Thad's been saying a calculated lie.
>>37195793>Also, it's interesting to note that Redhead watching the whole thing on his tablet retroactively makes his entire entrance and profession of ignorance about what Thad's been saying a calculated lie.Original write-in anon here, for me it was more intended to be him trying to placate and disarm us rather than a calculated lie.Also don't twist my write-in to invalidate it like that.
>>37195793So did you just veto that writein or what because I'm not understanding your post.
>>37195793>due to anesthetic precluding the debrief>what is a local anastheticI was awake and conscious through the operation I had to remove my appendix, and while thats not on the same scale, the medicine behind it does scale, so don't give us bullshit about medical science like that when its completely plausible for current real life science.>makes his entire entrance and profession of ignorance about what Thad's been saying a calculated lie.No it doesn't, only if you twist it that way.
>>37195793I'm really hoping you don't use some minor syntax to fuck us over with this when you give us free reign to fix your clusterfuck.
>>37195832He said he can't add on the bit about Scary debriefing her because she's unconscious due to anaesthetic.
>>37195902Well then he can be watching over her at least.
>>37195872fuck off Vaelys.
>>37195793>Also, it's interesting to note that Redhead watching the whole thing on his tablet retroactively makes his entire entrance and profession of ignorance about what Thad's been saying a calculated lie.I don't imagine Redhead got to where he is at his age without being intelligent, and also >>37195820 was how I interpreted it.
>>37195820Isn't being untruthful in order to make someone feel a certain way a pretty good example of a calculated lie?
>>37195965Depends on the intention of it anon, not always. A cautious mistruth is not a calculated lie.Or just the shock of walking in to a room with a very twitchy dangerous woman who has a rather potent firearm to his employee's head made him act defensive.
>META POSTThis is why sane people don't do Write Ins for NPCs. I specified that this was "write in what Redhead does", and I got back a write in involving the actions of a completely different character (Scary), and giving a specific about an operation (that it was possible to debrief during) that is already in progress, and Redhead cannot affect it with this decision.I wanted an answer to "how does he react to you?", and I got an answer that attempted to overwrite already in-motion pieces of the plot, which a decision made by him at this time could not logically affect.I should have anticipated this, and not given a choice of this nature, or simply not allowed Write Ins for it.I've decided to try to explain myself this time, since some of the posts on the ask suggested that.>>37195820>>37195872I thought I'd covered 'placate and disarm' with 'doormat'.If he was watching on the tablet, then "I don't know what he told you" (>>37195568) is an outright lie, and the sudden reaction to Thad's situation in >>37195307 is very probably an act.That said, I would find that behavior a very interesting thing to build his character development in consistency with, but thought I would specify the exact effect of the Write In before executing it, in case there was a mismatch between that effect and your intended meaning (which seems to be the case).
>>37195981>the shockIf he was watching the scene on the tablet already, the shock wasn't genuine.
>>37195983>and I got back a write in involving the actions of a completely different characterNo you didn't, all of that except the very last bit was Redhead's actions, don't try to pull that bullcrap HD.
>>37195981>depends on the intention of itTrue enough.
>>37195983>but thought I would specify the exact effect of the Write In before executing itYou still haven't done that and I don't get the point of your post, you might want to clarify exactly what he will be doing and exactly how you interpret the write in to be before pulling the trigger on it.
>>37195983>I wanted an answer to "how does he react to you?", and I got an answer that attempted to overwrite already in-motion pieces of the plot, which a decision made by him at this time could not logically affect.Don't pull this bullshit, you asked how he reacted, giving us control of these events, don't you dare try to veto this and keep your railroaded fuckup intact.
>>37196016>you asked how he reacted, giving us control of these eventsIf by these events, you mean how one character reacted to us.Because that was what happened.It wasn't just a free "you control the plot now" button, that would be stupid.
>>37195983>and I got back a write in involving the actions of a completely different character (Scary)Original write-in anon here, let me correct you. That write in involved only the actions of Redhead doing this:- Telling us that what Thad told us about them vivisecting the Blonde not being true, and that they are not going that- Showing us to the room where they are patching her up and not cutting her apart>I wanted an answer to "how does he react to you?", and I got an answer that attempted to overwrite already in-motion pieces of the plot, which a decision made by him at this time could not logically affect.No, it seems you wanted us to pick how exactly you fuck us over and we voted for you to not fuck us over.
>>37195983>but thought I would specify the exact effect of the Write In before executing it, in case there was a mismatch between that effect and your intended meaning (which seems to be the case).SO SPECIFY IT ALREADYYOU STILL HAVEN'T TOLD US ANYTHING.Goddamn yes there is a mismatch, we want to retcon this crap, you gave us the vote to do that, and we did that, don't try to twist it against us now, not after the shit you've pulled with this thread. My trust and faith in you and this quest is hanging on by a bare thread HD.
>>37195990There is a very distinct different between watching something and being in the room experiencing it.
>>37195983>but thought I would specify the exact effect of the Write In before executing itSo would you mind doing that already so we can tell you how that isn't what we intended at all?This is what I voted for; a retcon of them cutting up, killing and disposing of the blonde asset, an explanation from Redhead that that nonsense was Thad off his meds, and proof that Thad was lying, and that the Blonde asset is being treated for her injuries and will not be/has not been cut up and killed.
Why do we care about this person again?
>>37195983Yeah I have no idea what you think is going on, but you're drunk as fuck and we're suffering for it apparently.
>>37196073I have no idea.
>>37196037>META POSTRedhead tells Laura that Thad was lying about vivisecting the blonde. Redhead then escorts Laura to view the patching-up of the blonde Asset, which proves Thad to have been lying.This is what you want, correct?>YES>NO
>>37195983>I specified that this was "write in what Redhead does"And we told you what he does>and I got back a write in involving the actions of a completely different character (Scary)No you didn't, we gave you a write-in of the actions of Redhead, demonstrating that his colleagues are NOT infact vivisecting the asset and are in fact healing her. The Mr Scary bit was an addon designed to further reassure us of their good intentions.>and I got an answer that attempted to overwrite already in-motion pieces of the plotThat you railroaded into place.>which a decision made by him at this time could not logically affect.Yet you gave us that power and control, and we voted to do just that.>but thought I would specify the exact effect of the Write In before executing itYou still have not specified anything, let alone what you interpret our votes to actually be, and what their effect will be.>in case there was a mismatch between that effect and your intended meaning (which seems to be the case).Theres a mismatch between you and us on a hell of a lot more then that evidently.
>>37196109No, but apparently I'm in the minority.
>>37196109>>YESYes, was it that hard?Also, what I want its to not have you turn around and kill her off and cut her up off screen the moment we leave.
>>37196109>YESMan why do I feel like the drunk one after all of this? I think I need a drink to sober up.
>>37196109>YESI'm sorry if that write-in and it's intentions were not clear, I thought they were.
>>37196109>Y>>37196143>Man why do I feel like the drunk one after all of this? I think I need a drink to sober up.I'm feeling a bit that way too, is inebriation contagious through the internet?
>META POSTThis is not an argument, but a meaningless attempt at self-justification.First off, this was my screw up, and I'm heartily sorry for it. I gave an unclear choice.Thad was lying from the start (as >>37194913 got), thus the later parts where he was more obviously making it up as he went along (his explanation for the horizontal gash is the biggest example of this, and >>37194904was an example on the meta level). I should have made it clear that the choices in >>37195568 were about SHOWING Laura the evidence Thad was lying, instead of choosing WHETHER Thad was lying.
>>37196258It's alright bossman, we all make mistakes, I forgive you for that and apologize for the tone and language I used, I don't think any of us were in our right minds about this situation.
>>37196258Apology accepted, and I hope you'll accept mine for getting overly emotional and being an asshat about it.
>>37196258no worries HDnow for some reason I'm thinking that we should have some official CMCQ Drinking Game rules for threads
>>37196258What >>37196283 said on all accounts, sorry for being unreasonable about this.
>>37196315>take a shot whenever Laura fantasizes about her bike>take a sip whenever Laura feels her bike pulsating between her thighs as she rides it>take a shot whenever we are offered a dangerous job with no intel>take a shot whenever an old friend turns up on the opposite side of a job>take a shot whenever a job goes sideways>take a shot whenever the client was lying to Laura>finish the bottle whenever Laura finishes a job and gets paid
>>37195568"What did Thad tell you?" the redhead asks, in an obvious attempt to buy more time. Well, even if it is a ploy, there's nothing to do but tell him.And you do. He listens carefully, pacing around the room with both hands in his pockets."That's a straight-out lie," he tells you when you finish, "but I understand why it sounded convincing. Hell," he says, savagely punching a button for the elevator, "it's close enough to the truth I'll have to show you the damn operation to get you to believe. Thad," he says in a sterner voice, "this is why you're a security risk.""But can't we disappear her?" Thad asks, tilting his head back to be able to open his jaw enough to talk, "she's just a courier.""Not an option," the redhead says sternly, a pice of gold decoration on his suit flashing in the hard white light. It looks like the outline of a bird's wing, "I'd prefer to leave Thad on the ground floor for this one," he tells you, putting his hands up as the elevator opens behind him, "and I'd make a better hostage anyway.">Keep Thad as your hostage>Take the redhead hostage (oh boy, trading up hostages)>Kill Thad, then take the redhead hostage>Release Thad, and keep your gun in your hand
>>37196361>take a shot whenever Laura asks someone about their sex life
>>37196385>>Release Thad, and keep your gun in your handBut be ready for either of them to try something.
>>37196385>>Take the redhead hostage (oh boy, trading up hostages)>>37196387Damn how could I forget that?
>>37196385>Release Thad, and keep your gun in your hand>"If he touches my bike I'll kill him and you'll pay for it."
Rolled 13 (1d20)>>37196420>>37196411>>37196385These
>>37196385>>Take the redhead hostage (oh boy, trading up hostages)Why does this vote feel meaningless and yet at the same time important?
>META POST>>37196283>>37196301>>37196315>>37196340Thanks. You guys were fine.I mean, if I actually had killed the nameless blonde, then vetoed an attempt to stop it after presenting such an opportunity, I would kinda deserve everything you said.>>37196444Here's a freebie, as a sample of how I think through things:Keep Thad: Thad doesn't take his meds, and his augs (evinced by the glowing red eyes and aberrant behaviour) have a chance of messing up some delicate electronics. Unmedicated Thad is dangerous, but not immediately lethal.Take the redhead: Thad takes his meds and stays on ground floor. The doctors and upstairs guards get antsy when you show up holding their boss at gunpoint. Redhead likes you following his plan.Kill Thad: The redhead can't stop you, but will look for any chance for the upstairs guards to ventilate you. If you leave the building alive (good chance of this), you've made a significant enemy.Release Thad: Thad takes his meds and stays on ground floor. The upstairs guards and docs see you as an anonymous guest. The redhead is displeased that you're yet another person ignoring his plans, and fails to understand why you don't consider a hostage necessary.So everything is important, at some level.Voting's over with this post, with a Take The Redhead win, if I'm interpreting >>37196441 correctly. (Take the redhead, threaten Thad if he touches Laura's bike.)
>>37196532Can we be subtle about the hostageness? No need to go full arm/neck lock with gun to temple, we can just keep our SMG behind his back and ready to act or put it away.
>>37196532>and fails to understand why you don't consider a hostage necessary.If we did this and if he was smart, then he would realize that we're comfortable enough in such a potentially hostile situation as to not need a hostage, which should worry him.But he's young and he'll learn with experience.
>>37196575That's what I would assume, but the guards would probably still be suspicious. The docs, not so much.>>37196587>he's youngYeah, that's definitely a factor here.
>>37182857>15 hours agoThis is the power of drunk questing.You've had me at my computer all day long dam you HD, though sleep shall claim me soon.
Well that was a bit of a clusterfuck.
>>37196385"Alright," you tell him, backing away from Thad, but keeping your gun trained on the lying psycho, "but if he touches my bike," you say, suddenly swiveling your aim to the redhead as you stride to the elevator, "he dies and you pay for it.""That's the kind of courier I like to hire," he says, backing further into the steel box, "Thad, I want to see you take that chill pill.""Sure, sure," Thad says, digging through his pockets. You tighten your grip on the SMG as he does so, pressing the short barrel into the small of the redhead's back. If the smiler pulls out a gun, you're going to redecorate the wall with his boss.But he pulls out a pill case, and pops one onto his tongue, which he wags disrespectfully at his boss, displaying the pill clearly before he swallows it. "Well," he says, looking a bit glum, "boring Thad's going to be back soon," he continues, turning on his heel, "I hope he makes you miss me," he tosses over his shoulder as he pushes through the door in the opposite wall."Believe it or not," the redhead says, pressing a button for a higher floor, "we always do eventually. I'm not sure I've got your name," he says, looking at you over his shoulder, "I'm Reginald Arnweald, pleased to meet you, even if it was under strained circumstances.""I'm Laura," you tell him, "and I'll be more pleased once I'm sure your subordinate was lying.""You'll see shortly," he says, as the numbers above the door tick up, "we got info that a rescue attempt for Elanor had crashed and burned, and so we sent you in to try and salvage it. You did a wonderful job, all things considered, even trying to defend the package after delivery."
>>37196803The elevator's ding punctuates his sentence, and the doors slide back to reveal a pair of guards in a gleaming white hallway. Everything looks oppressively sterile.You hope they don't notice the gun you're cramming into their boss's back, but it'll be hard to hide when you walk past them."It's alright," the fool in front of you says, "she's with me."The guards relax, as if those are magic words. They don't even raise an eyebrow at the gun as you pass. Probably a pre-arranged code phrase, you realize, and you're suddenly very impressed with their training.It's one thing to stay always alert, but quite another to relax on command."If you want to get the first-hand experience," Reginald tells you, jerking his head toward a pair of double doors with a lit 'surgery in progress' sign over them, "you'll have to scrub up. but I can recommend the observation room. It's got a good enough view you'd think you were in there yourself."The doors he gestured at are papered with warning labels, as if everything that passed through them had its label peeled off and added to a door. Gives you a bit of a pause to see some of those together - you hope the oxidizer and high explosives weren't in use at the same time.But the one that scares you the most is the most recent one, a single word handwritten in black ink on a plain white sticker."Nanoconstructors">Scrub up and enter>You can watch this one from the sidelines>Write In
>>37196817>>You can watch this one from the sidelines
>>37196817>You can watch this one from the sidelinesAnd ask for an explanation.
>>37196817>>37196840>And ask for an explanation.This
>>37196817>You can watch this one from the sidelines
>META POSTAlright, I'm done. The big screwup and aftermath wore me out.Hopefully the next thread will be within the week, and will feature less QM errors.>LINKSTwitter(for quest news, not my political views): https://twitter.com/HaikuDelugeArchive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Cyberpunk%20Motorcycle%20Courier%20QuestMegacorps & Locations: http://pastebin.com/e0ZjmVJL(More info pastebins should come eventually. There are too many moving parts to keep track of otherwise.)Questions (and a place to air your grievances / give your suggestions privately): http://ask.fm/haikudelugeMISSION STATS:PROFESSIONAL RANKING: SEQUESTRATE!BONUS OBJECTIVES CLEARED: Go It Alone; Triangrelations; Red Wunz Go Fasta; Innocent Passerby; Locks?; THREE OF THEM! THREE!; Ahnohld; This Won't Hurt A Bit; Putting Two And Two Twogether; Tunnel Snake; Of Friendship And Motorcycles; Race To The Surface; Tripwire; Between Friends; JOBJOBJOBJOBJOBJOBJOB II; I Hope You're Ready; Lamb To The Slaughter; Professional; Asking The Important Questions III; Gotta Go Fast; Nice Smiler; You Ruse, You Lose; Getting Off The Cruise; Cruise-i-fied; Trading Up; NANOMACHINES, SON!STYLE POINTS: 3200 OVERALL RANKING: SENSATIONALLY SEQUENTIAL SEQUESTRATION!TOTAL STYLE POINTS: 14200
>>37196992Thanks for the thread HD>TOTAL STYLE POINTS: 14200One of these days we'll find a use for those.
>>37196992>Alright, I'm done. The big screwup and aftermath wore me out.I would have thought the "running for 15 hours" would have worn you out, but thanks for running despite how bumpy it may have been at times.
>>37196992Thanks for the thread.>NANOMACHINES, SON!I'm surprised we're not up to >NANOMACHINES, SON! IVyet.
>>37196992Went to sleep, wake up just in time for thread to end. Thanks for running Haiku
>>37195667I'm sometimes worried but not with this quest. I'm here to have fun and that's what happens so it all works out great for me!