ARCHIVE: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=LGA2> Tuesday, August 19th, 2015SITUATION: http://pastebin.com/ziMsX6thMECHANICS: http://pastebin.com/49M2eE8ZTHE RULES: http://pastebin.com/BEsprkBZTHE TANK: http://pastebin.com/sJsgig6BTHE DIVISIONS: http://pastebin.com/xCQZAdqUTHE SHOP: http://pastebin.com/v6xeDRXjDANON’S THE TEAM: http://pastebin.com/bUU2v0z8Cuddles rest himself on your shoulder as you brush your hair. Your crew stand around you, doing up their faces and hair for today's work. “Did you guys hear the news about Christie's walker tank?” asks Winona. You all look at her, weirded out. “Apparently they have a practical prototype ready to showcase in time for FleetFest! It's going to be great to see!”Stack rolls her eyes. “Dare I ask what tank they cannibalized to build it?”“They cannibal- Hey!” Winona huffs, turning away from Stack. “If you must know, they -remodeled- an M3 Lee tank. It's mostly the original parts, but the suspension has been removed and the upgraded engine powers the four legs.”“Sounds like a Metal Gear,” says Ingrid.“I know! It's like a Metal Gear! But cooler!”Josephina says, “Are you all looking forward to FleetFest?”“More than I've looked forward to anything else,” says Stack. “Y'all don't seem to realize, but FleetFest is a really big fucking deal. Everybody gets together and shares everything! We'll actually get to meet some pretty cool folk, we'll get to catch up with Meryl or Dix or Salome and even Oryola! It's the biggest party this side of the Atlantic I hear!”You smirk a bit. “Hopefully it'll be fun.”Josephina gasps, then her eyes widen. “Oooh! I hear Robert A. Heinlein has a fledgling Helicraft program too!” She smiles, looking at you all excitedly. “They'll have the Cobras and the Apaches, I even hear they have the gunship variant of the Chinook!”“Wow!” Winona grins. She knows what it's like to be a fan of a niche sport. Even Ingrid smiles at Josephina's genuine enthusiasm. “Can't wait to see!” Stack simply snickers bemusedly.> Head to work.> Take a vacation day. (VACATION DAYS: 4)> Other
>>1179395>> Head to work.
>>1179395> Head to work.> OtherI don't think we've swung by our parent's place yet. Should check in on them and see how they're settling in.
>>1179395>Head to work.
>>1179395>Head to work.Hoard those few vacation days. They are precious now.
> Head to work.--You arrive at the office without much fuss. Not a lot of rain to speak of today it seems, though you're told on the weather report that it'll get worse around the afternoon. You and Denise step in to see Caldwell, Athena, Tessa, Fina, and Hilda all standing on their desks with brooms held high. “What the heck is going on?”“There's a mouse in the room!” says Caldwell, holding her broom up.“A mouse?” you ask.“It's here somewhere!” says Tessa. “I can hear it!”“Bullshit!” says Athena. “I can't see it anywhere!”You squint. “Um. Where's Nimitz?”“He went to chase it out the door a few minutes ago, but he hasn't come back!” says Caldwell. “And he- AAGHH!” She jumps up when the mouse skitters across the room. All the girls scream at the mouse as it steals a breadcrumb off the floor. Denise immediately hops onto you, getting her feet off the ground.Ugh, mice.> “Stand back. I'll get him.”> Go find Nimitz, he can't have gone far.> Call the exterminators.> Other
>>1179644>> “Stand back. I'll get him.”>>Get Caldwell to call the exterminators in the meantime.
>>1179644>Go find Nimitz, he can't have gone far.-And->call the exterminatorsNimitz can handle things until the pros show up
>>1179644>> OtherIgnore, start working.
>>1179644Call the exterminators.
> Call the exterminators.--The exterminators kick the door in, wielding MP5Ks. “Stand back!” yells one of them. They rush the mouse hole and point their guns at it. Oh, it's these girls again. They glare at the hole, waiting, waiting.…“Get the traps!” says another one of them. They start laying mouse traps all over the room, even on top of your chest. Hey! Then they start shooing you out of the room. “Get out of here! We'll get your mouse, don't worry!”They slam the door on you all. Caldwell shudders. “Ugh, little pests.”“I don't see why you all were so afraid,” you say. “It's just a mouse. Are you not vaccinated for measles or something?”“I am!” she says. “It's just- rodents... ugh.” She shivers, hugging herself. “Buggers. Yuck. The places they've been.” She shakes her head. “But now what do we do? We can't work if they're exterminating.”Denise says, “I've already called the Captain. She said we'll be fine as long as the exterminators catch the mouse.” Right. “For now, maybe we can just take a break and wait around until things get-” You hear several gunshots inside. “... get resolved.”“Yeah,” says Caldwell. “I guess we can. Or perhaps we can find people who need something done like a bunch of RPG heroes. Zumwalt, I'll leave it to you.”> Go find something to do.> Wait around for the office to be cleared.> Other
>>1179962>> Go find something to do.like looking for a cat who deserting his post.
>>1179962> Go find something to doProbably some new students who are completely lost. Let's go help them.
>>1179962>> Go find something to do.
>>1179962> Go find something to do.
>>1179962> Go find something to do.Are we the Paladin? Who gets to be the Wizard?
> Go find something to do.--You found a group of new students who were lost walking around the Block. So as dutiful officers, you and your retinue decided to show them around. “And this is where we farm our fish!” you say. All the new girls gasp in awe at the sheer size of the Fisheries, massive pots where fish are grown, then fished out to be chopped up and eaten. There was everything from salmon, cod, mackerel, trout, shrimp, the whole nine yards. “Is there where you girls needed to go?”“Yeah!” says one of the girls. “We're training to be fishers for the Fall Semester!” Huh. They don't have accents. Strange.“We'll beset 'em right 'bout when dey come round to us, yeah!” says one of the Fisher girls from her catwalk over a pot of Salmon. Ah. The accent must be uh... learned.But regardless, you let the girls off to learn things from the Fishers. “Welp, we did a good thing today,” says Caldwell. “Don't you think? Well, I mean, I did.”“Please. We were practically fighting to see who could show them the most interesting things,” you say. “I had the Tank Hangar as my trump card.”“Hmph.” Caldwell snorts at that. “Whatever. They should have cleared our office by now-” You receive a phone call. “Ooooh, my, my! Taking phone calls at work?”“Shut up,” you say quickly. You take the call. “Zumwalt.”“Zumwalt. It's the Captain.” You stand straight. “Listen, I'm gonna need you to come around my office on Friday first thing in the morning. Caldwell too.”“Why?” you ask.“I'll fill you in when it happens,” says the Captain. “Until then, later!”She hangs up. “What's that about?” asks Caldwell.> “Nothing.”> “Captain wants to see us for something.”> “I'm about to get promoted, why?”> Other
>>1180211> “Captain wants to see us for something.”Commence mild panicking.
>>1180211>> “Captain wants to see us for something.”
>>1180211> “Captain wants to see us for something.”
>>1180211>“Captain wants to see us for something.”"As the senior officer on board, she wants to marry us personally."
> “Captain wants to see us for something.”“Captain wants to see us for something,” you say. Caldwell blinks. “On Friday. Something private I guess in her office.”Caldwell folds her arms. “Why does she want to see us?”“I should ask you the same question, she didn't tell me,” you say. Caldwell holds up her arms defensively. “Anyway. That's going to happen on Friday, I will tell you this now. First thing in the morning, we head to her office. I imagine she won't be happy if we don't meet her there.” Caldwell nods at that.Denise checks her watch. “You guys realize we've used up most of the day and the exterminators still aren't finished.” What? How? It's just a mouse!--You find the Exterminators petting and going goo goo over Nimitz as he rolls around on the floor. The entire office is riddled with shots from rubber bullets and paint balls, along with mouse traps being spent and used up apparently on them tripping their feet on the things. “D-... did you guys catch the mouse?” you ask.“Oh, no, we didn't!” says one exterminator. “But, the cat did! Look!” Everyone cringes at the sight of a bloody, half eaten mouse laying on Caldwell's desk. “Don't worry, we'll fix your office out of our pocket.”They better.> JOB COMPLETE> + 5 CPRight. You suppose that's the day gone then. What now?> Report to the Tank HQ> Hang out with your retinue. And Caldwell you suppose.> Go find your crew.> Other
>>1180450>> Hang out with your retinue. And Caldwell you suppose.
>>1180450>Hang out with your retinue. And Caldwell you suppose.Install more cats.
>>1180450> Hang out with your retinue. And Caldwell you suppose.
>>1180450> Hang out with your retinue. And Caldwell you suppose.This could be fun.
>>1180450>> Hang out with your retinue. And Caldwell you suppose.Can't we bring nimitz for a change?
> Hang out with your retinue. And Caldwell you suppose.--You wanted a nice quiet early dinner before practice, so you decided to head to the diner to eat some food. Fina, Hilda and Denise gorged themselves on fries, chicken tenders, and onion rings while you, Athena, Tessa, and Caldwell simply ate what was needed. “So you have practice today then?” asks Caldwell.“Yep.” You nod at that. “I think that we'll have a lot of time now to recruit new people, get our tanks modded, all that stuff.” You chomp down on a crispy french fry. “But practice makes perfect after all. We're not like Zhou Enlai, we can't just buy the best tanks or the best players and expect ourselves to win. We actually have to work to get what we need.”“Of course, of course.” Caldwell stands up then walks on over to the jukebox. She pulls a quarter from her coin purse then drops it into the jukebox and selects a song.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cMWWBigvbkYShe leans on the jukebox, nodding along to the music. “You like Cyndi Lauper, Zumwalt?”“Eh. The 80s in general are sort of...” you shrug. “Good I guess. Why?”“Let's see, what else do we have in here...” Caldwell starts skimming through the jukebox's selection. “Oooh, look at this! They have Kenny Loggins, they have that song from Rocky IV, all that stuff!” You roll your eyes. She jumps a bit, dancing around next to the jukebox. She bangs on the box, switching the song over.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hq3Q3FfJkK4Caldwell folds her arms, smirking smugly. “You know, Zumwalt. I consider myself a pretty fine dancer.” She shakes her hips, winking at you. “Like I said, I could dance circles around you.”“If this is some attempt at making a pass at me, you'd have better luck elsewhere,” you say simply.“Hmph.” Caldwell puffs her cheeks out. “What? Did you fake your dancing in that video? Are you chicken?”> Eh. You got time. Put Caldwell in her place.> “Forget it. We gotta go to practice anyway.”> Other
>>1180701> Eh. You got time. Put Caldwell in her place.IT. IS. ON.
>>1180701> Eh. You got time. Put Caldwell in her place.Get those cameras running!
>>1180701>Eh. You got time. Put Caldwell in her place.Waaaait, WAAAAAIT, waaaait, you motherfucker!I challenge you to a dance off! Give me the chance to dance your socks off!
>>1180701> “Forget it. We gotta go to practice anyway.”
>>1180701>> Eh. You got time. Put Caldwell in her place.
> Eh. You got time. Put Caldwell in her place.You stand up, and walk on over to Caldwell. You pull off your jacket then hand it off to a very loyal Denise. And to that, you smack the jukebox.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qitn6FRc0ocShe recoils at you suddenly thrusting your hand out at her, as if to say stop. You may be a little embarrassed at this dancing affair, you might not do this for a lot of people, but nobody calls you chicken at something you're good at. You sway and shake your hips as you bounce on the balls of your hips. Caldwell steps back, watching curiously. A few of the diner goers and the staff look over to see what's going on. You don't care. You're putting somebody in their place.You spin around, kicking your leg, before sliding back into a spin down to your knees. You leap back onto your feet and dance your way back to Caldwell. With great precision, you stomp and bounce your feet around her shoes, your chest occasionally prodding against hers to further her discomfort and make her regret this decision. You leap back, and take the opportunity to jump over your leg. Everyone in the diner yells out in surprise and awe as you spin around again and right into your face.You snap your fingers, waving your hand in front of her as if to cast a spell. She falls back right onto the floor.Everyone applauds you, some having taken pictures or recorded what was going on. Hmph. Denise hands you your jacket back, and you look down at a very stunned, blushing Caldwell. “If you're going to take a shot at me, you better not miss,” you say bluntly. Denise clears her throat, getting your attention. She points to her watch. Oh shit, practice! All of you, minus a still stunned Caldwell escape out the door.--“Elodie!” Griselda smirks a bit as you run into the Tank Hangar. The tanks are all rolling out into the grounds for practice. “You're late, that's a first.”“S-... sorry,” you say. “I was uh...”“You should've seen it!” yells Denise. “She danced Caldwell's socks off!”“It was bloody fucking good show!” says Fina.“Eh, I've seen better,” says Hilda.Griselda quirks her brow at you.> “Um. Yeah.”> “So, what are we practicing today?”> “Girls, please.”> Other
>>1181120>> “So, what are we practicing today?”
>>1181120> “So, what are we practicing today?”Quick! Evasive conversation! Deploy new subject!
>>1181120> “So, what are we practicing today?”
>>1181120> “Girls, please.”
> “So, what are we practicing today?”“So what are we practicing today?” you ask. You decide to ignore the topic for now. TO their credit, your retainers are mum on the subject if you are.Griselda says, “Right now we're just going over the basics. If I were you I'd choose this week's tutor to your crew.”“Anything in terms of modifications for the team?” you ask.“I'm upgrading the Panzer III to a long 50mm and the variant thereabouts,” says Griselda as you walk along to your tank. “Other than that, can't think of much else.” She smiles at you. “Listen, Ellie. We came into a lot of money when we beat Christie. People are starting to sponsor us more now. They're taking us seriously!” She grins happily. “And that means we're getting more cash! Not just that, we're welcoming a new crew into our ranks.”“Really?” you ask. “Who?” Griselda points down the ways to a very clumsy looking Cromwell. Well, not Cromwell, Challenger tank. You were about to ask how a crew with little money was able to afford their own Challenger before the engine apparently started billowing smoke. Not just that, on closer inspection, the armor plates appeared to be shot full of dents and gashes as well, and also not just that but there was a very alarming roaring noise as if Bambi was getting grinded alive in there. It finally gives out with a loud bang.Your fan club dismounts out of the hatches, coughing and covered in grease and oil. “E- everyone evacuate!” They all clumsily exit the tank, falling over onto their butts. “Evacuate! Run, tank's on fire!” They all scream, running around, trying to find an extinguisher.…Griselda says, “Don't worry, I'll handle them until you're free. Go ahead and pick an instructor.”> The Roberts sisters: With a focus on generalist medium all around strategies. They succeed at everything but master nothing.> Miss McPherson: Focus on slugging at range, while suffering in close quarters.> Arisu Shimada: Focus on the art of brawling.
>>1181540> Miss McPherson: Focus on slugging at range, while suffering in close quarters.
>>1181540> Arisu Shimada: Focus on the art of brawling.Blue Collar Senshado is all about co-opting some Shimada style
>>1181540>Miss McPherson: Focus on slugging at range, while suffering in close quarters.Can't let the ghost loli cat out of her bag yet. Even if doing so would help us in close range brawls and HADLEY WOULDN'T LOSE HER SHIT BECAUSE OH MY FUCKING GOD YOU ALMOST LOST THIS SHIT FOR US
>>1181540> The Roberts sisters: With a focus on generalist medium all around strategies. They succeed at everything but master nothing.Manoeuvre warfare has served us well so far.
>>1181540>> The Roberts sisters: With a focus on generalist medium all around strategies. They succeed at everything but master nothing.
>>1181540> Arisu Shimada: Focus on the art of brawling.We're one of the few tanks that can really brawl, we should be certain we have mastered it.
>>1181540> Arisu Shimada: Focus on the art of brawlingWe always seem to end up in the thick of it.
>>1181540>Arisu Shimada: Focus on he art of brawling.
>>1181540>> Arisu Shimada: Focus on the art of brawling.Brawling is kind of our thing.
> Arisu Shimada: Focus on the art of brawling.You and your tank speed around the now wet training grounds. You and Stack wear rain ponchos as you stand turned out of the hatches. “And left!” Josephina turns the tank left smoothly, not a splatter of mud to note either. “And right!” She slides it right!” You smile. “Very good, Josephina!”“Ya doing great, Josie!” says Stack. “Right, traverse left, right stick!” The turret starts to turn left, with the tank itself sliding itself to the right. This is for the speedy situations. Where you're about to engage quickly, take a shot off, then disengage just as quick around a corner or behind some cover. “Good, good!” says Stack.“We're on top of this!” says Josephina. “Excellent!”You peer out your binoculars to see the rest of the team running laps around the track in their tanks. But what you're looking for more precisely is Arisu. You keep looking, then see her. She's standing in the woods underneath an umbrella. She holds up a sign for you.FLING MUD INTO THEIR EYES…How the fuck do you do that in a tank?The answer comes in the form of the Automotive Fan Club spinning out next to you. The mud thrown up by their tracks splatters you and Stack through the rain poncho. Ugh! That-...Huh.> The Mudslinger: 20 CP> Perform either a quick powerslide or a long donut in place to splatter dust, sand, or mud into the eyes of any tanks directly next to you. Disengage or engage at will.> LEARN TACTICAL MANEUVER? - 20 CP> Y/N
>>1182032>YIt fits too well with Blue Collar Senshado!
>>1182032How many CP do we have?
>>1182032> NWe already have a handful of other tools in the arsenal which achieve essentially the same thing, but are more effective and don't consume CP.
>>1182064You have 51 CP anon
>>118206456And we still have two days of work and fleet fest before we go to All Star weekend.
>>1182141Actually this anon is right, it's 56. 51 is before accounting for today's CP gain.
>>1182032>YA close range Mass Blind? Yes please.
> Y--You powerslide around and quickly splatter mud all over the Hellcat in return, splattering Dalia in the process. “Ah! Motherfucker, y'all are a bunch of no-good dirty pigs!” she yells. You smirk, speeding away. This tactic is quite useful it seems. You lean back in the hatch, looking around. Then you see the Challenger out and about again with Griselda sitting on the top of the turret. Their commander looks out, squinting beneath the brim of her helmet. You drive up alongside.“Griselda, how are they?” you ask.“They're just fine,” says Griselda.The fan club girl looks over, then gasps. “Oh my God, it's Elodie!” All five of them poke their heads out of the hatches, eager to meet and greet you. “Oh my God! I never thought you'd actually want to drive with us!”“We're a team, don't think like that. But answer my question for a second, how did you get a Challenger?” you ask.“With great difficulty,” says the driver. “It cost us an arm and a leg.”“Literally! I had to sit in the Hall Monitor's HQ letting them cast my entire body for use a ballistics gel dummy!” yells the gunner. Uh. Why couldn't they just buy a plain mold? Whatever. “Ugh! Those Irish girls and their hands got everywhere!”“What are your names? Asks Stack.The Commander introduces herself. “I'm Elyse! This is Elaine!” The gunner. “Elisha!” The driver. “Eleanor and Elena!” The two loaders. Huh. You don't know what you were expecting to be quite honest. “We're hoping we get to fight alongside you and show our mettle in battle with you, Elodie! You've inspired-” Their engine suddenly explodes into fires again. “Agh! Son of a fucking fucking FUCK!” Elyse bangs her fists again. “That's the third time today!”Griselda says, “That's probably a coolant issue. How old is this tank?”“It's a WWII original,” says Elena. “It wasn't taken care of very well, hence why it was so cheap.”Elyse mopes, resting her head on the turret as the IS-2m comes in. The Naval Studies students do a drive-by fire extinguisher spray into the Challenger's engine block before driving off. “Oohh! This is hopeless! This tank is a pile of crap! We'll never keep up!”> Boast> Neutral> Polite
>>1182349> PoliteOh the days of our youth when we though that.
>>1182349>PoliteA vintage Challenger. Aren't they quite rare?
>>1182349> PoliteJust got it give it time and a bit of TL&C.>>1182388Very much so, only about 200 were built and only just over 50 of them were in this early configuration.
>>1182349> PoliteTalk to Huxley, see what he says.
>>1182349> PolitePlease. Oleg can fix anything.
Updated Pastebin with Panzer III M and Fanclub+Challenger:> http://pastebin.com/bUU2v0z8
>>1182678Can't they use the swede tank until it gets sorted out?
> Polite“It's nothing Oleg can't fix,” you say. You lean back, smiling at them. “Don't give up, girls. A tank can fight as long as you give it the love and care that it needs.” They all look at each other, smiling, inspired now. “A tank is not just a tool, it's something you have to love and care for!” You pat Oliver on his turret, smiling. “Show your tank love, and it will love you back. Got it?”“Got it!” All five of them say.--Everyone walks around the hangar, happy as can be. They're still running off the high of beating JWC and burying them into the eternal Wild Card spot, hopefully for good. Ingrid and Stack play catch while the three of you sit around on Oliver's turret, watching them. “Okay, Stack. I'm going to throw what's called a knuckleball,” says Ingrid. “You're not going to see a lot of spin on this, and it should break kind of... well it should break but in a random direction. Even I don't know where it's going to go.”Stack huffs. “Just throw it.” Ingrid nods, going into her windup, before slinging the ball. Stack blinks, immediately diving out of the way as the ball whacks one of the support pillars. “What the fuck!?”“I told you!” Ingrid laughs a bit. “I don't know where it's gonna go!”“How does it do that?” asks Stack. She picks up the baseball, scanning it closely.“Magnus effect,” says Ingrid. “See, because the ball isn't perfectly spherical, air pressure-”“Can you...” Stack squints at her. “Can ya put it in something your average Texan can understand?”“... seams make the ball move, slower the ball, the more it breaks,” Ingrid says. “Of course, that's not really the truth but it's the most laymen I can make it.”> Check in on Ingrid.> Talk with a crew (Which?)> Talk with someone in your crew (who?)> Call Someone (who?)> Other
>>1182798> Check in on Ingrid.
>>1182798>>1182835Typo should be Griselda.
>>1182798>Check in on Griselda
>>1182798>Talk with a crew (Elo's Fanclub)Find out more about them, where they go the Chally, what they expect from the team and etc
>>1182798> Talk with a crew: historiansSee how the III turned out, it's one of the original members after all.
>>1182777It'll probably be sorted by the next practice given Oleg's skill.
>>1182798>Check in on Ingrid.She seems in good spirits, lets make sure she is.
>>1182798>>1182922This they did good last match
> Talk with a crew (The fanclub)“She's talking to us!” The five of them all look at you with stars in their eyes, in front of their burning, smoldering, dirty Challenger. Oleg and the Hall Monitor mechanics are dutifully at work restoring it right now. “Tell us, Elodie, what manner of business do you intend to talk to us about?”“Uh.” You blink. “I was going to ask where you got the Challenger.”“Oh.” Elyse explains it like this, “Well, we were browsing around on the internet for a Cromwell. Unfortunately, our budget was too tight for a lot of the tanks that were on sale. But, we did see this Challenger on sale for 10,000 dollars! And we had just enough money to spend it after we did that thing with the Hall Monitors.” They shudder at the memory. “But anyway, it came from some old farmer in England. We actually had to get the tank ourselves, rent the plane to carry it out. Could not understand a word anybody was saying.”Elaine says, “That farmer had a lot of stuff though. He had guns, he had knives, and swords. You should've seen it! He had swords for everything! He had sword canes, sword sharpeners, sword legs, sword arms, sword pineapples, sword pies, sword swords, sword sheathes, everything!” Wait. A sword sheathe is just a- “But he also had other tanks which unfortunately were not Tankery legal like a Challenger I. Unfortunately, he doesn't took too good care of any of it.”“Yeah, it's why we got it so cheap, it was basically ruined it when we got it,” says Elyse. “He tells us he just pulled it off of a target range.”“I see.” You fold your arms. “Another thing I do have to ask though, why a fan club for me?”“Because you've inspired us!” says Elyse. They all nod. “We are going to do Tankery just like you, and in doing so we will become better people! We worship you! We do everything that you will do! We even have long discussions on what kind of underwear that you wear because obviously that must be working!”“I-” You squint. Who cares about your underwear!? Eugh. “Look. Imitation is a very sincere form of flattery, I get it. I'm very... flattered.” They all nod happily.> “But maybe tone it down a bit?”> “You just do what I do and you'll be fine.”> “You should try and learn stuff on your own like I did.”> Other
>>1183104>> “You should try and learn stuff on your own like I did.”Play it off as a good example. Let them find themselves like we did.
>>1183104>“You should try and learn stuff on your own like I did.”"None, by the way. I like the breeze"
>>1183131anon no, that's lewd, elodie isn't lewd stop
>>1183104> “You just do what I do and you'll be fine.”If they do truly follow our lead they'll find their own passions and goals in due time.
>>1183104> “You should try and learn stuff on your own like I did.”Every team here does things their way and then adjusts it to fit with the team. Learn to be yourselves.
>>1183104>> “You just do what I do and you'll be fine.”>> “You should try and learn stuff on your own like I did.”
> “You should try and learn stuff on your own like I did.”“You should try and learn stuff on your own like I did,” you say. “When I was growing up in Trenton, all I had to work with were my parents, a lot of textbooks, and that was about it. Didn't have anybody else to look up to except my parents, not that that's a bad thing.” They nod, taking in your advice. “So listen, everyone does their own thing as long as it fits with the team. Learn to be yourselves, okay?”They stare at you, then look at each other. Elaine says, “She's telling us to be ourselves!”“But I don't want to be myself!” says Elena. “I want to be like Elodie!”“Yeah!” says Eleanor. “My boring self sucks!”You try to say, “I'm not saying that you should-”“No!” says Elyse. “What Elodie is saying is that we should try more to be like her and in doing so we'll discover ourselves!” That-... what. “It's genius! Thank you, Elodie!” She takes your hands and shakes them vigorously. “I promise you, first round we're in, we'll make you proud!”“Yeah!” says Elisha. “All aboard the Zumzum train! First stop, success!” They all go “Woooo!” in response as they march around the Challenger to the bemused and confused looks of Oleg and his mechanics.…You know. This isn't even the strangest thing you've seen in your life.
>>1183293That's it for this weekend's LGA2. I am going to say things got incredibly slow this week. I will try to rectify that for next time. But unfortunately, I will be taking the week off from Questing, so no KuatColle or LGA2 this week. Though I may do a pilot of a Quest I want to do because I'm stupid and I think I can run four Quests on top of holding down a potential job and being an RP administrator. Hope you all enjoyed.Follow at: https://twitter.com/GermanSchteelAsk at: http://germanschteel.tumblr.com/Book Tumbles: http://germanschteelbookblog.tumblr.com/See you next time.
>>1183300Thanks for running, boss.What is an RP Admin? Like what do you do?
>>1183300Thanks for running Schteel, hopefully we can get back up to speed come the week after next.
>>1183309As GS describes it elsewhere, it's like herding cats, but you're not even in the general vicinity of the cats, nor are you allowed to communicate with them.
>>1183309This anon: >>1183314 gets it. It's sort of like Questing but worse. But I like the community and the people and I owe a lot to them. I don't think I'd be the QM I am now if I didn't have the experience of being an admin first.
>>1183309Making him GM lewd sessions and ruling who came first.
>>1183321Oi. There's not THAT much lewd involved.
>>1183314>>1183318>>1183321These answer none of my questions, yet somehow satisfy my curiosity.
>>1183300Thanks for running.