>>20787093
>>Keep going, find it, search for it, you have to win.
Clive has gone too far and Candice is missing. No time to rest.

>>20787093
>Keep going, find it, search for it, you have to win.

>>20787093
>Keep going, find it, search for it, you have to win.
We are going to fucking kill Clive this time.

>>20787093
Power to the max.
No stepping down from Clive.

Also, reminder we can apparently summon any powder based firearm.

>>20787243
So an MG42 machine gun, or an OICW? It has to use powder-based cartridges to be summoned?
What about a G11 caseless ammo rifle?
Can they be fictional, or do they have to have been real?

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>>20787498
>Can they be fictional, or do they have to have been real?
OP said he has to understand it and know about it, so no Bolters or Phasers for us.

>>20787498
Darnell said in chat
>How in-depth does our knowledge of the workings of something have to be to summon it?

>I'd say basic knowledge
>restricted to anything that can't be gripped normally
>You have to imagine 'holding it'
>Or rather that's what Frederick relates everything he projects to
>And he also has to know about it to begin with

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Restraints don't exist. Desire in its purest form. A deep killing instinct that resides in all things. Destroy, devour. Decision. There's no such thing here, there's only the intent to kill one another. "Haaah!"

--It hurts to breath. It hurts to move. Your muscles cry out for mercy but there is no time to give quarter. You can rest when he's dead-, or rather, when you're dead.

"Fr-" someone calls your name, but you can't hear them. That voice, it sounds like Brunstault. Was she worried? No, it didn't matter. Emotions were useless now. You had to press on, keep up the attack. If you stop for a single instant, you're as good as done.

"Screaming Mercury STINGER!" with your longsword in hand, you lunge forward. One strike that defies causality, another strike that tears through space. Each slash holds the same property. The fabric of the world itself crumbles with each new swing. Ten, twenty, thirty in one move. Half hit, while half missed. Clive used his own powers to avoid it.

>Keep going, beyond the horizon, touch it.
>Stop. The body can't handle it.
>What to do?

>>20787635
>Keep going, beyond the horizon, touch it.

This coy motherfucker has been running away from us too often.

It ends here, Clive.

This can only end in tears.

>>20787635
Our body can rest when we don't need it.
Until then it won't fail. It can NOT fail.
Continue to the horizon, and beyond it.

>>20787690
>>20787678
we tear all out muscles at the same time and die while burning because of the air resistance and out going too fast

it was a nice quest
>Keep going, beyond the horizon, touch it.

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> mvq OP is tricking us into suicide
Touch it.
Go beyond.
Tear away the mask of the cosmos to gaze upon the face of God.

>>20787729
*our

>>20787635
>Keep going, beyond the horizon, touch it.

>>20787635
inb4 fred dies

>>20787635
>Keep going, beyond the horizon, touch it.
Look, as long as we kill Clive, it'll be worth it.

>>20787635
>>Stop. The body can't handle it.

Wait a minute.
Why are we fighting offensively when we're best at defense?
Let Clive come to us and wreck his shit.

>>20787863
Huh. You're right.
Maybe if we slow down to fight defensively, we'll no longer be able to continue pushing ourselves?

I retract my vote >>20787703
And vote to CALM THE FUCK DOWN.
Then go on defense

>>20787635
Get on the defensive.

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The sun sets, the light vanishes beyond the mountains. It dies. It slowly darkens. Like a candle, it fizzles out.

No. The light doesn't die, you can't let it. The hope, the strife endured, nothing. NOTHING will take it away.

It cracks. Your body cracks under the immense pressure of the power you're not meant to fully wield, but you still keep going.

--It hurts. It hurts so much, your body screams in agony but you pay it no mind. Bones crush, muscles strain, your eyes are about to pop out of their head to escape the pulverizing hell you're putting yourself through. The trace lines, the ones used to pilot the Varian, extend through out your entire body. Arms, legs, back, wrists, ankles.

"World Code:-" the world freezes over. The lines that were all through out your body shrink, minimizing their influence until they're only on your right arm. The hand grasps at an invisible weapon overhead, "Akashe Ruin." the sword taht appears belongs to the old man, Adfor. The blade comes down, horizontally sweeping at the air.

The tip of the blade cleaves through the very fabric of the World itself. A hole opens up, only to fly forward like a snake to devour everything that's in front of it. The snake's color is indescribable as the human eye can't perceive what it is. The only thing one can make out is its shape. Clive is no longer there, swept away by the torrent of unknown energy.

Everyone stares on in shock at what just happened. Alicia stretches a hand out toward the man who was no longer there. Brunstault is wide-eyed at the display of power, as is Gestalt.

>Look at your arm
>It's fine, just go back over to the others
>What to do?

man, you guys are funny
besides
>we are mad and want to kill someone
>hey, let's fight defensively

guys, you gotta decide
do we want to live and let clive go?
or do we want to kill him at the cost of our life?

>>20787911
>>It's fine, just go back over to the others

>>20787911
>It's fine, just go back over to the others
have them bring us to a place where we can rest

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>>20787911
I think we just crossed the Line.

>>20787911
>go back over to the others
Let Brunstault, Cadencia, and Gestalt take care of our arm.
And FUCK YOU CLIVE.
You're next Alicia, if you don't return Candace.

>>20787911
To everyone else and examine our whole body.
We're probably dead now, though.

>>20787911
>It's fine, just go back over to the others, and get some answers from Alicia

>>20787911
>go back over to the others and say "I think my arm is fucked up."

>>20787911
Screw going back. Go to Alicia and demand to know where Candice is.

>>20787922
Do you not remember us fighting evenly with the two tailed fox god by fighting defensively?
Just because we want to murderate someone does NOT mean we should give up our advantages.

>>20788020
and do you remember how clive is a fucking ninja and can run away whenever he wants to if we even give him the sliver of a chance?

anyway, it doesn't matter now

>>20787911

fuck looking at our arm, we gotta find Candice. Make Alicia cough up where she is.

My one regret? That we couldn't make Clive suffer before we killed him.

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It's over. It's over. Clive is dead, nothing is left. You look up toward your arm. Wait, arm. You don't have an arm anymore. You still feel it, you move it, but nothing is there. Phantom limb, that's right, that's what it's called. Ah, your legs. you still have them, but they're not moving.

--The pain is no longer there because you can't feel any. Finding out about your powers, only to push it beyond the limits of the human body.

"Move." you command mentally.

The body doesn't respond.

"Move.. movemovemove!" nothing happens.

Strange. You open your eyes, only to see a pool of red. Wait, that's your blood. Ah, it doesn't matter now, you're too tired to care.

So why don't you just rest a bit.

You'll be able to get up in the morning and fight some more.

>Close your eyes for a bit
>Try to get up! (1d100)
>What to do?

rolled 20 = 20

>>20788129
>>Try to get up! (1d100)

rolled 96 = 96

>>20788129
get up, slip death some 20s if he shows up

>>20788136
Derp. That was a d20. Ignore this post.

rolled 30 = 30

>>20788129
"Guys?! I think I need a little help."
If no one comes after a while try getting up.

rolled 37 = 37

>>20788129
>Try to get up!
Oh, right, flood our body with healing energy, just to stabilize, Cadencia can hit us up with some real healing spells. We've still got Candice to save. No rest for us yet.

rolled 83 = 83

>>20788129
>Try to get up! (1d100)

rolled 25 = 25

>>20788185
Seconding.

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No time to rest. No time at all. "Move, let's go." the body still doesn't comply. "Come on, MOVE!" your thoughts do nothing. The strain placed upon your body, going beyond your limits. It was good -- it was euphoric.

It was something incredibly. You did something right for once. You stopped being the underdog, stopped being a 'hypocrite' and made something of yourself. Some would even say a hero.

"M...move."

The strength of even your thoughts soon fade. The numbness finally sets in, and oddly, you feel tired. So tired. You struggle to put magic energy into your body, but you spent most of it on Cadencia and the last of it to keep your body from caving in on itself.

So this is it.

"This... wasn't supposed to... e-end... this way."

And soon, the sweet embrace of slumber.

END

>>20788311
Well shit.

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>>20788311
;_;

>>20788311
We got what we demanded, a chance to kill Clive. Maybe we should have included surviving the effort.
I guess even a 96 wasn't enough.

>>20788311
Frederick can't die like this. That's Brunstault's job to do!

>>20788351
Don't make me report you Hexer. delete that pic, this isn't /a/ or /jp/.

>>20788387
I still count this as Clive winning since we can't rejoice his death.

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Perspective Switch: Gestalt

Before you, the man had fallen. He preformed attack that defied every law of the world, and he's--

Brunstault stands there. Her body slouches down, and she falls to her knees. The shell broken, now only left with false hopes. "I shouldn't have believed your pretty lies..." she murmurs to herself. Tears fall onto the ground. Death isn't a hunter unbeknownst to its prey, after all.

"You were a liar and a hypocrite to the end... to the very end you naive boy." she can't smile, she only knows despair now. It's been her companion for so long, so what's a few three weeks change?

"..."

>Try and help Brunstault
>Slap Brunstault
>What to do?

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>>20788311
what

this is outrageous!

>>20788311
...what the fuck.

>>20788438

Try to help Brunstault.

>>20788438
>>Slap Brunstault
It's Gestalt. Definitely a denial time.

>>20788438
>Try and help Brunstault

>>20788438
slap death
>denial

>>20788438
Flick her on the forehead, with a Frederick classic, "Denial".

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>>20788439
I swear, that show had the most over the top deaths

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>>20788391

I don't see anything wrong here, sir.
>1. Board games, paper games, war games, card games, etc. go here!
That's it.
My image was not even a macro, so even the rarely-enforced 3rd global rule applies in this case.

On the other hand, your post skirts dangerously close to a violation of the second part of Global Rule seven which, in my opinion, is somewhat amusing.
/autismal as fuck.

Polite sage for pointless meta.

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There was only one thing to do at a time like this. while Brunstault cries, you move on over before giving one last look to Cadencia, who lie there on the bench nearby. Ah, good, she's fine. It was your job to look after her now, anyway. "Fox." the hand raises upward.

Brunstault looks up, and as soon as she does, the wrath of the hand rains upon Brunstault's face. A loud clap echoes as the hand collides with her cheek. "Denial."

"I'm denying nothing, Gestalt. The fact is-"

"The fact is i-if... if Frederick had d-died, I'd have felt it." you shake your head from side to side. "I... I know w-what we have t-to do." Brunstault is still crying, while Gestalt is composed. Seems reversing situations is a common theme for the day. The blonde wipes her tears, and stands up.

"Ah... what are you getting at?"

>"Let's take him to the moon. They may know something."
>"Let's take him inside to rest... maybe he'll wake up."
>"Let's go to the Beastkin Settlement and have Albert look at him."
>What to do?

>>20788653
>"Let's go to the Beastkin Settlement and have Albert look at him."
While the moon is the most likely place for things to work out, I don't trust them. Not at all. Not with that collar they put on Gestalt.

>>20788653
Let's go to the Beastkin settlement and have Albert take a look at him.
I suspect the Lunarians have the tech and medical knowledge to heal Frederick but they likely won't have the wherewithal to.

rolled 76 = 76

>>20788653
"Let's take him to Albert in the beast-kin village. We may need the Lunarians help, though."
Insert stuttering and pent up rage as you please.

>>20788653
>"Let's go to the Beastkin Settlement and have Albert look at him."

>>20788653

Bring him to Albert.

>>20788724
Seconding this.

>>20788552
Its not that if you dilute "underage&b" in a phrase you look more smart. you're posting abuse, nothing else than a type of guro. it doesn't matter the context and if its a themed memetic image; guro, as stated in one of the rules you have been so patient reading to own me, is forbidden outside of /b/. or do you adhere to the rules only on a basis of how frequently they are enforced?
don't expect further replies.

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At last, you got to be the little girl.
BUT AT WHAT PRICE, I ASK?

>>20788676
>>20788709
>>20788724
These are all good.
Then again, we might be denying a dying person urgently needed professional assistance on the basis of personal enmities.

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>>20788863
>don't expect further replies.
Noted, although I regret this turn of events.

>>20788979
delete your picture
>>20788863
stop being a dick

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The best thing to do right now was to get Frederick some help and fast. "Brunstault." you say her name, looking back at the fox girl as you move over to pick up Cadencia into a bridal carry. "Grab him, we're g-going to have to m-move fast."

Brunstault, without much effort, moves down and places the downed Frederick into her arms. "Stay with me, Hero... if you can hear me." she murmurs to herself.

...

Time passes, and you arrive at the Beastkin village. After explaining the situation to Albert, he tries what he can to treat Frederick using old time remedies, but the only thing he managed to do was bandage him up and stop the bleeding. Why couldn't magic work?

"What happened to the boy?" Albert asks, the worry plain in his voice.

>"He pushed himself too hard."
>"He went overboard."
>"Brunstault happened."
>What to do?

>>20789181
>>"He went overboard."
Damn that Clive.

>>20789181
He acted like a god damn hero.

Is no one else concerned we basically left Alicia all on her own? And I guess Candice is bye bye now.

>>20789181
"He went o-overboard with the hero s-shit"

>>20789181
>"He went overboard."

>>20789234
Perhaps Cadencia got to her? Probably need Darnell to confirm/deny.

>>20789246
Cadencia is still unconscious.

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>>20789238
>"He went o-overboard with the hero s-shit"
While being unable to hide how proud we are of him, in spite of everything.

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"He went overboard w-with the hero a-act." despite what you think, you know what you feel. A bare sense of pride in Frederick pushing everything forward for his sister, but it was all for naught. Clive may be dead, yes, but still, if Frederick dies too then nothing is gained. Candice was still gone.

"I'm not a great doctor or anything, but I tried my best. So magic doesn't work on him?"

"It's like he's immune to it..." Brunstault answers, sitting on the bed in which Frederick lies. She runs a hand through his hair, getting any strays.

You knew why, of course. It's because of the World Codes. The Varian can impose its laws upon the world without any reprocussions, but for a human, with an organic body and a soul? It works against the World itself, pushing it further and further back. Eventually, like pulling a bow string all the way back, it will lash back and break. Frederick is at the breaking point. A fate worse than death. Absolutely erased. What a way to go.

Now the question was, what was going to happen now?

>"I'm going to the Lunarian lab by myself."
>"I'm going to go to Vernegard, maybe they can do something about this."
>"I'm going to take the Varian and go to the moon..."
>What to do?

>>20789613
>"I'm going to take the Varian and go to the moon..."

Moon time?

>>20789613
Can't Gestalt used World Order codes?
Shouldn't that do SOMETHING?

To the MOOOON.

>>20789613
>>"I'm going to the Lunarian lab by myself."
Could be something there.

To the moon

Id like to not go alone though. Fuckin lunarians will prolly try sometjing

>>20789613
Let's go to the moon, but let's take Brunstault with us

>>20789935
Yeah, taking a dwelling god sounds good.

Speaking of, do we have any plans to get people to believe her so she can get more power?

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"I'm going to t-take the Varian and g-go to the m-moon. There has to b-be something they can d-do." as you turn around the leave the cabin, Brunstault stands up. The fox walks over, placing a hand onto your shoulder.

"Ah, it's been a while since I've seen them. Perhaps they'll remember me?" the girl smiles.

Albert, as soon as he hears that, stands up. "W-wha-"

"Settle down, Albert, I shall explain everything later. Right now, Frederick's life takes priority."

"Y-yeah, you're right, but-"

"Albert."

The bear says nothing.

"Now then, let's get going." Brunstault walks on out, and you soon follow her.

End of Chapter 27

>>20789996
Will the next thread be tomorrow or Friday?

>>20790070

Friday.

>>20789972
Start with the village the whores started?