>>30759697
> SEPTEMBER 12, 1938 <
> CAPE BOJADOR, WESTERN SAHARA <

“This is so boring,” says your co-worker, Sumire Kawanishi (AKA Magical Girl Lightning).

Your travels after the incident at Whitmore’s Mansion have taken you to this small one horse town on the coast of the Western Sahara. Apparently, Mr. Joanes’ notes have led him here to an acquaintance of his who might know where to go next. Thusly, you’re all in the rather seedy bar. It’s hot, sweaty, and you, Sumire, and Rana Scott (AKA Magical Girl Bomber) are sitting at the bar.

At a table in a shady corner, Mr. Joanes discusses the topic with his associate, a dark skinned man in white rags and the like. Usual folk out here in North Africa.

“It’s so hot!” says Rana as she fans herself with a bit of paper. Kirby rests on her shoulder. The three of you had to forego your usual outfits in favor of lighter shirts and skirts. The key is to not draw attention to yourself so as to guard Mr. Joanes from any interlopers.

Unfortunately, you’re failing quite heavily in that regard, you pretty much have the attention of all able-bodied men who haven’t seen a young girl in ages inside the bar.

Sumire says, “I’m getting real sick of this. I’m being paid to fight, not to guard things.”

You say, “Sumire, just count your blessings. At least the SSO pays you.”

“Hmph.” Sumire crosses her arms, frowning. “I go where the money flows I suppose.” She holds up a finger, saying, “And I believe that-“

Click

You feel a pistol being shoved into the back of your head. The three of you freeze a bit as armed men point their guns at you.

“Sumire!” yells someone. It’s a girl, your age actually. She shoves through the armed men and yells at her, “What are you doing back here!? I thought I told you to stay out of North Africa!”

> “Who’s your friend?”
> “We don’t want any trouble.”
> Transform
> Let Sumire handle this
> Other

>>30759703
> Let Sumire handle this
What can go wrong?

>>30759703
> “Who’s your friend?”
> Let Sumire handle this

>>30759703
> Other

"She's with me. Who are you?"

Let her see who's in charge.

> Let Sumire handle this

You glare at Sumire, with your eyes saying “Who the hell is this, solve this now you idiot.”

Sumire looks at you, then to the girl. This girl is Sumire’ height, dark skin and dark hair, wrapped up in a typical pilot’s garb, holstered on her thigh is a C96 Mauser. Must be another Magical Girl. In this day and age, it’s quite common for people to rally around Magical Girls and found pirate gangs or security companies. You really hope it’s the latter for this one.

Sumire takes on a confused expression, then speaks in her native Japanese at the girl, apparently asking a question.

The girl narrows her eyes, placing her hands on her hips, unamused. She swears back at Sumire in Japanese.

“Ah,” says Sumire. “I see you remember-“

“I remember a lot of things, Sumire,” says the girl. “One of many being the 500,000 Dollar debt you owe me for all the damage to my company.”

Your eye twitches. “500,000 Dollars!?” you angrily whisper at Sumire.

[1/2]

>>30760062
[2/2]

The girl looks at you curiously, then glares back at Sumire. “That’s right.” She counts off the expenses on her fingers. “Let’s see, we have three destroyed Devastators and four destroyed Warhawks.”

Sumire shrugs. “They were in the way.”

“One burnt up Security zeppelin in the Mediterranean.”

“That one was an accident.”

“Thirty men killed.”

“… that was collateral damage.”

The girl grits her teeth, getting angrier by the second. “AND- I should mention that you also stole several thousand dollars worth of cash from my company too! And now I see you on my turf, with these two girls and that stupid looking cat! Who the hell are they anyway? Did you turn to prostitution on top of being a mercenary?”

You say, “My name is Christine Hunter. The other one’s Rana Scott. We don’t want any trouble. First off, who are you?”

“My name is Jeanine Deladrier, head of the Siren Security Company in North Africa.” She jabs Sumire in the chest. “And I am here to collect since Sumire was so kind to show her face!”

> Talk her down (Roll 1d100 Best of three – Highest)
> Attack her
> Other

Rolled 78

>>30760080
>>> Talk her down (Roll 1d100 Best of three – Highest)
"Want no trouble!"

>>30760080
> Talk her down (Roll 1d100 Best of three – Highest)

OOH another MG for the collection, can we keep her?

Rolled 17

>>30760080
> Talk her down (Roll 1d100 Best of three – Highest)

Rolled 95

>>30760187
forgot to roll

>>30760080
>>30760080
>Talk her down
Miss, that is a sum no one could possibly pay. Perhaps we can come to an understanding for some lesser sum

> Talk her down (95)

You say, “Look, Jeanine. This is a bit much you know? We’re actually kind of busy.”

Jeanine scoffs. “What’s so important that I can’t collect my hard-earned money from Miss Blows-up-everything-in-her-path-and-leaves-me-for-nothing.”

“Just that we can’t pay your money now, but maybe later, right now, Sumire is part of a very special mission that involves having to beat the Nazis.”

She looks over at Sumire, quirking her brow. “Is this true?” Sumire is about to say something but Jeanine says, “Wait. What am I thinking asking Sumire if this is true.”

Rana says, “It’s true.”

You lean to the right a bit, Mr. Joanes and his associate are right where you need them to be. Good.

“Hm…” Jeanine rubs her chin, pensive. “Eh… I suppose I’ll let you go this one time. Sumire.”

Sumire grins. “Great! So does-“ Jeanine grabs Sumire’s hair and shoves her Mauser into her face.

“But only because I hate Nazis more than I hate you! I swear to god, if I find you on my turf again, I will not hesitate to shake you down for every dollar, yen, or whatever the hell kind of currency you Japs use! You get me?!”

Sumire’s grin is one of nervousness. She can only nod in agreement. With that, Jeanine lets go of her hair. “Ow…”

Jeanine holsters her Mauser then looks at you. “If I were you, I wouldn’t trust this girl as far as I could throw her.”

> “Duly noted.”
> “I trust her.”
> “Agreed.”
> Other

>>30760459
>“Duly noted.”
We did hire her out from under Nazi payroll.

Rolled 54

>>30760459
> “I trust her.”

>>30760459
> “Duly noted.”
As she says, she goes where the money flows.

> “Duly noted.”

“Duty noted,” you say as Jeanine and her goons walk out of the bar. Once they’re gone, you look at Sumire, still rubbing at her hair. “What did you do?”

Sumire says, “Lots of things. Occasionally I get hired to help Security companies. That’s how it goes you know?”

You nod. “Quite surprised the collateral damage hasn’t set in yet then.”

“Oh, it will,” says Sumire.

You point your finger at Sumire. “Well, you-“ You blink then look past Sumire.

Mr. Joanes is gone, his associate is lying facefirst on the table. You quickly stand up and run over to him, pulling him up. Damn it, he’s dead. Where the hell is Mr. Joanes? They couldn’t have gone out the front.

The three of you bust down the back door down into the alley. You look over to see an Sdk.Fz. 9 roll away onto the main street.

Nazis.

“Girls!” you yell.

Sumire grins. “Finally, action!” All of you transform right then and there.

> MAGICAL GIRL BOMBER! <

> MAGICAL GIRL LIGHTNING! <

> MAGICAL GIRL LIBERTY! <

> Take to the Streets
> Follow by Rooftops
> Other

Rolled 89

>>30760865
> Follow by Rooftops

>>30760865
> Follow by Rooftops

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> Follow by Rooftops

You hop onto one of the low rooftops and start following after that giant halftrack. Lightning and Bomber follow up after you.

As you run, you look down into the street. That halftrack has joined a convoy of other trucks and even a Panzer II speeding down the street. All of the trucks are filled with soldiers and troopers familiar to you: The Magisch Korps.

The truck directly next to you is filled with a squad of twelve Storm Elite with machine guns. They cock their weapons and fire at you, spraying the roofs with machine gun fire. You hold up your shield, blocking the vast majority of their shots while Bomber and Lightning dodge and weave through the remainder.

> Keep pursuing the Halftrack
> Wade into the truck of Storm Elites (Roll 1d100 + 30 Best of Three – Highest)
> Other

Rolled 62

>>30761291
> Keep pursuing the Halftrack
bitches be small time

> Keep pursuing the Halftrack

“What’s wrong, Liberty? You some kind of pacifist!?” yells Lightning.

You say, “I’m smart, Lightning!”

Lightning yells, “Whatever!” She then blasts off and right into the truck of Storm Elites. They never knew what him them as Lightning starts slicing and dicing through their ranks.

You roll your eyes. Showboating.

You manage to catch up to the Halftrack, the second vehicle in the convoy behind the Panzer II. You can’t risk Bomber shooting it up though, Mr. Joanes might be inside. Looks like you’re going to have to go mono e mono.

You yell, “Bomber! Cover me!” You jump at the Halftrack and grab onto the side, the canvas tarp slapping you as the halftrack speeds along. The driver must have seen you in his side mirror, as he immediately bears left, trying to knock you into some obstacles. You hold up your shield and simply let them all wash over you like water in the rain, pots, wood, walls, nothing’s going to knock you off.

You clamber over the side and manage to make it to the rear.

Suddenly, it gets very very hot as the wundersoldaten in the back shoot their flamethrowers at you. You manage to get your shield up in time before you become Magical Girl Barbecue.

You look inside to see your assailant, a man in heavy armor, a gasmask, and wielding a giant flamethrower. Behind him is Mr. Joanes, bound and gagged.

> TIER 3 WUNDERSOLDATEN <
> MAGISCHGRENADIER <

> Charge (Roll 1d100 Best of Three – Highest)
> Find an alternate angle of attack (Roll 1d100 Best of Three – Highest)
> Disable the Truck (Roll 1d100 + 30 Best of Three – Highest)
> Other

Rolled 26

>>30761715
> Charge (Roll 1d100 Best of Three – Highest)
Justice charge!

Rolled 24

>>30761715
> Charge (Roll 1d100 Best of Three – Highest)|
and try to deflect his flames up and out of the halftrack

Rolled 57

>>30761734
>>30761744
>these rolls
well shit, where did all the other anons go?

Rolled 55

>>30761715
> Find an alternate angle of attack (Roll 1d100 Best of Three – Highest)
But one that doesn't get Joanes roasted.

Rolled 43 + 30

>>30761715
>> Disable the Truck
Fuck fighting fair.

Rolled 89

>>30761787
thats a good point

changing from >>30761744
to
> Disable the Truck (Roll 1d100 + 30 Best of Three – Highest)
we can deal with him once its stopped and in our own time and on our own terms

Rolled 42

>>30761715
> Find an alternate angle of attack (Roll 1d100 Best of Three – Highest)

> Disable the Truck (89+30=119 CRITICAL SUCCESS!)

You hop onto the top of the halftrack the jump onto the hood at front. The driver yelps in surprise, right before you smash your shield through the windshield and then toss him out. You spin your shield until it gets hot and red from the heat, then toss it at the tracks in the back.

The halftrack flips into the air, smashing the front and burying it into the ground. It comes to rest on its side in the middle of a Courtyard. The Magischgrenadier and Mr. Joanes slide to your feet, dazed and confused. You bring your shield up then smash the rim into the Grenadier’s face, smashing his gasmask and most likely his skull.

You ask, “Mr. Joanes, are you okay?”

He can muffle frightfully. Oh right, gag. You undo his ties, then pull out his gag. He coughs a bit, finally getting some air through his mouth. “Oh dear!” he says. “That was frightful! Hopefully we don’t have to do that again.”

The Panzer II rolls up, turning its gun at you. Before you can react, it immediately gets some holes shredded into it, then bursts into flames. Bomber lands next to you, her .50 Caliber gun barrel smoking. Lightning lands on the other side of you. “Well!” says Lightning. “Ain’t this some fun!”

You turn around to see the Convoy stop in the courtyard, and all the soldiers dismount and storm out of their vehicles. They cock their guns and aim at you. Wundersoldaten like Magischgrenadiers, Gegenmagischtruppen, Strom Elites, even a few Magischjaegers.

Then out of the crowd comes Colonel Engelhardt. “Liberty! We meet again!” She takes a quick drag of her cigarette then tosses it to the ground. “I won’t mince words, give up the archeologist and we’ll let you live.”

> “Give us back our book and we’ll let YOU live.”
> “Yeah, no.”
> Throw your shield at her.
> Other

>>30762155
> “Give us back our book and we’ll let YOU live.”
Nuh-UH!

Rolled 28 + 30

>>30762155
>>> “Give us back our book and we’ll let YOU live.”
We need to stop allowing our enemies to escape. Having some hostages would be nice.

Rolled 31

>>30762155
> “Give us back our book and we’ll let YOU live.”

>>30762155
> Throw your shield at her.

"All right Engelhardt, you've got us outnumbered and outgun- HOLY SHIT WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!?"

Point behind her as we yell, try to distract her for a split second and then fling our shield into her skull.

Then run like hell, we don't want to fight them in the courtyard where they can use their numbers against us.

We want to split the enemy up, use city streets and alleyways as chokepoints so Bomber can just fire full auto at them, deal with them in smaller groups, and so on and so forth. Don't engage them on a battlefield on their choosing, especially while we're trying to keep Joanes safe.

> “Give us back our book and we’ll let YOU live.”

… is what you yell at her.

Colonel Engelhardt smiles, even chuckling a bit. “That’s very bold of you, Liberty.” She reaches into her coat and pulls out Mr. Joanes’ notebook. “I assume you mean this little thing.”

You nod. “Yeah, we’ll be taking that if you don’t mind.”

“I do mind,” says Engelhardt. “It happens to be my, the Thule Society’s, the Ahnenerbe, and the Third Reich’s ticket to the Lost City of Atlantis.”

Lightning yells, “Boooooring! Can we fight now?”

Engelhardt smirks. “I suppose I may oblige you then.” She pockets the book, then steps back. “Prepare to witness true Aryan superiority!” Sparks fly as Colonel Engelhardt transforms.

> MAGICAL GIRL PUPPETEER! <

She lands on top of a building, then pulls out a simple conductor’s wand. She flicks it, and all her soldiers fall to their knees, their eyes now glowing an incredible red from their gasmasks. They drop their weapons, then stand, almost inhumanely. “Shall we, then?”

> Attack (Roll 1d100 Best of Three – Highest)
> Defend (Roll 1d100 Best of Three – Highest)
> Retreat
> Other

Just how effective are Wundersoldaten against "normal" Magical Girls? Liberty and her group seem to be special.

>>30762527
Wundersoldaten are magically-enhanced supersoldiers designed to capture and kill Magical Girls. The Liberty Three are trained Magical Girls who actually do stand a chance.

Magical Girls who haven't unlocked their powers or are untrained generally don't stand a chance.

Rolled 44

>>30762526
>> Attack (Roll 1d100 Best of Three – Highest)
fuck this bitch up

Rolled 64

>>30762526
> Attack (Roll 1d100 Best of Three – Highest)
TIME FOR MURDER

>>30762526
> Retreat

We're in a court yard against a girl with piles of soldiers, they'll swarm us and it'll suck.

Retreat, lead them to choke points that we can hold while Bomber lays down an unending curtain of death, and Lightning sneaks away from us in the confusion and stabs Engelhardt in the back.

>>30762592 here
This >>30762635 is actually a much better plan please do that instead.

>>30762635
Like this, supporting!

> Retreat

“Nope!” All of you run away, leaving a very confused Lightning in the dust. You run back and tug Lightning on the arm, dragging her away.

“Insolent American!” yells Puppeteer as she lifts up two of her Storm Elite, and launches them at you. You quickly dodge them as they explode into the ground, blasting magical energy and blowing up dirt and brick at you. The rest of them charge at Puppeteer’s wave of the hand, screaming and roaring like animals.

“Why are we running!?” shouts Lightning. “We can take them!”

“Yeah, in a better situation!” you say. You look around, the street is starting to narrow. Perfect. “Bomber! Let them have it!”

Bomber stops her in tracks and turns around. She tosses her .50 Cal up and lets them return to her hands as dual M1921 Thompson Sub Machine Guns. She fires full auto at the advancing horde of mind-controlled troopers. Instead of falling over dead or even seeking cover, they mindlessly throw themselves at her, even while getting swiss-cheesed by magical fire.

You park Mr. Joanes by some crates. “Stay here!” You look over to see Lightning- Wait. Where’s Lightning.

She’s hopping onto the rooftops, rushing at Puppeteer, her naginata twirling and glowing with Magical Energy.

“Darn it!” you yell. You’re about to go help when you look over at Bomber.

“Liberty!” screams Bomber. She steps back, narrowly avoiding getting grabbed by a trooper. “There’s too many, I need help!”

> Help Lightning
> Help Bomber
> Other

>>30762909
> Help Bomber

Rolled 63

>>30762909
> Help Bomber

>>30762909
>> Help Bomber
Lightning got herself into this, and I don't feel like banking on being able to disrupt Puppeteers concentration. Too many unknowns there.

>>30762909
> Help Bomber
She's the one who requested it.

>>30762909
> Help Bomber

Let Lightning stab the bitch, we keep her forces occupied protecting Joanes and Bomber.

> Help Bomber

Bomber stops firing, allowing you to jump in front of her and shield bash an advancing Magischtruppen. All of them raise their arms and charge at you, roaring. You punch, kick, and bash your way through them as Bomber picks off stragglers in the back. You even start advancing through the horde.

Finally, the last of them are dispatched. You quickly high five Bomber before you look over at Lightning. She’s having a hard time landing a hit on the dodging and weaving Puppeteer. Puppeteer looks bored even as she steps, slides, and even flashesteps out of Lightning’s grasp.

“Die, damn it!” screams Lightning. She charges at Puppeteer, who with a flick of her wand, is suddenly stopped in her tracks, mid-swing.

“Lightning!” you scream. You and Bomber run to assist, only for Puppeteer to flick her wand again. You suddenly feel your bones and veins tighten as you’re forced to kneel. Bomber yells in pain as she kneels down next to you.

“You know, it occurred that I could’ve done that ages ago,” says Puppeteer as she raises her wand. Lightning screams as she hovers into the air, then is thrown next to you, stunned.

Puppeteer hops down in front of you, dusting herself off, smirking. “Always nice to see the lesser acknowledge their superiors.”

> ROLL TO RESIST CONTROL (1d100 minimum of 80 for success)

>>30763184
Forgot, best of three rolls. Go for it.

Rolled 22

>>30763184
> ROLL TO RESIST CONTROL (1d100 minimum of 80 for success)
I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM.

Rolled 48

>>30763184
ohshitohshit

Rolled 12

>>30763184
nat 1 inc

welp

Rolled 93

>>30763184
RESIST THAT SHIT

>>30763416
>best of three
nope
we meat puppet now

>>30763416
SORRY SENPAI, BUT WE ALREADY ROLLED SHIT

>>30763451
>>30763464
Fack. And that was my debut roll for this thread.

You yell, trying to raise your shield, just to get one good punch in. Every second of trying to fight feels like getting branded like a cow.

You slam your shields into the ground, giving up.

“Hm, you have quite the resolve,” says Puppeteer. “Not enough to help you however.” She kneels down to your level. “Do not worry, I’ll take good care of Atlantis.” She flicks her wand again, forcing you to look back and see Mr. Joanes being apprehended by two Magischgrenadiers. Where did they come from?

Then the Kleine Fraulein appears out of the sky, flanked by two more Zeppelins.

Around you step more soldiers, and even those four Nazi girls.

“Major,” says Puppeteer.

“Sorry we are late, Colonel,” says Knives. She looks down at you, and grins madly. “Ah, American. Lovely to see you again.” She kneels down next to you, brush her hand upon her cheek. “I can’t wait for you to come aboard, the fun we’ll have…”

Suddenly Puppeteer flashsteps. A bullet barely misses her, even scratching her cheek.

You can feel control returning to you. There’s a split second of confusion. What now?

> Punch Puppeteer
> Punch Knives
> Run Away
> Other

>>30763580

> Punch Puppeteer

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>>30763580
How could I forget.

>>30763580
> Punch Puppeteer

>>30763580
> Punch Puppeteer

>>30763580
Punch the Puppeteer

>>30763580
> Punch Puppeteer
NOPE NOPE NOPE
NOT LETTING THAT SHIT HAPPEN AGAIN

>>30763580
> Punch Puppeteer

> Punch Puppeteer

“Auf Wiedersehen!” you yell as you stand up and punch Puppeteer in the gut with your shield. She goes flying right into a building, blasting a hole right through it.

Bullets and bolts of anti-magic start flying as you work out what’s happening. You look over to see Jeanine, shooting her C96 Mauser and dropping Stormtroopers left and right. Other members of her security company are firing their rifles, putting fire down on the Nazis.

She yells at you, somehow audible over all the fire, “Get over here you slackers!”

You stand up, grabbing Lightning and Bomber by the collar. You can also see Mr. Joanes making a run for it.

You make it to Jeanine without too much trouble. Lightning asks her, “I thought you hated me!”

Jeanine yells, “I hate Nazis more!” She points back. “Follow my crew! They’ll get you back to your Zep ASAP!”

You nod. “Alright! What about you?”

“I’ll cover you!” she says.

Jeanine’s crewmembers yell at you to follow them. You run after them down the street, turning back to see Jeanine transform.

> MAGICAL GIRL SIREN! <

She plants her feet to the ground and takes in a deep breath. All the Nazi soldiers charge at her.

Big mistake.

> SPECIAL MOVE! <
> SIREN’S SCREAM! <

The scream resonates everywhere. The Nazis all drop to their knees, covering their bleeding ears as Jeanine blasts her voice at them. Even the Four are stunned by this amazing display of sonic power.

One of the crewmembers leads you into a car. All of you pile in, Bomber and Lightning sitting on either side of Mr. Joanes, while you sit shotgun. The crewmember starts it up and drives down the road.

> “Everyone okay?”
> “What about Siren?”
> “Step on it, Driver!”
> Other

>>30763940
> “Everyone okay?”

>>30763940
> “What about Siren?”

>>30763940
> “What about Siren?”
Leaving allies to Nazi scum is UNAMERICAN!

>>30763940
> “What about Siren?”

>>30763940
> “What about Siren?”
Well?

> “What about Siren?”

“What about Siren? Is she going to be okay?” you ask.

The crewmember nods, keeping his attention on the road as he puts the pedal to the metal. “Siren’s one of the best Magical Girls I know! She’ll be fine! Short of them having a damn tank or something! If she can, she’ll meet us at the Zep.”

Well, you did see a tank that was shortly after dispatched. Whatever. “Alright,” you say. You look back. “Is everyone okay?”

Lightning and Bomber look at you concernedly. You look down to see Mr. Joanes holding his gut, his white shirt stained with blood.

No.

No, darn it. That’s not fair. That’s not fair at all!

“Mr. Joanes,” you say. You look between the two of them. “Do any of you know any healing magic?”

They shake their heads. “Oh come on!” you shout.

“Liberty,” says Mr. Joanes. He looks tired, exhausted even. “Calm down. I just got the wind knocked out of me, I’ll be fine,” he says wearily.

Suddenly, the roof is blasted off, you cover your head from a shower of shrapnel and metal. You see that a Panzer III has rolled up alongside of you, along with a truck full of Gegenmagischtruppen. The tank commander turns out and yells, “Seize them!”

> Attack (Roll 1d100 Best of Three – Highest)
> Defend (Roll 1d100 Best of Three – Highest)
> Other

Rolled 47

>>30764243
> Attack (Roll 1d100 Best of Three – Highest)

Rolled 24

>>30764243
>>> Defend (Roll 1d100 Best of Three – Highest)

Rolled 34

>>30764243
> Attack (Roll 1d100 Best of Three – Highest)

PANZER III WHAT ARE YOU DOING, YOUR MEANT TO FIGHT OVER TANKS NOT SUPPORT INFANTRY, STOP STEALING PANZER IV'S JOB

Rolled 95

>>30764243
> Attack (Roll 1d100 Best of Three – Highest)
Smash that tank.

Rolled 21

>>30764243
> Defend (Roll 1d100 Best of Three – Highest)

>>30764275
>>30764286
>>30764298
>>30764318
Why

Rolled 57

question on the topic of dice; are the 'best of three' taken from supporting winning votes, like 3 rolls from 'attacking' if that won, or is it the first three no matter the votes?

>>30764353
I'll take a stance now and say that it is supporting winning votes.

>>30764369
That just means everyone will support whichever vote gets the highest roll...at least when the disparity is as big as this time.

>>30764398
I'll work on the dice roll system for next time. If you have any suggestions, please give me them.

Rolled 12

>>30764398
that would be a side effect

>>30764414
calling for dice rolls after the vote has been decided works best, although it might slow thigns down a little

> Attack (95)

You hop out of your seat and onto the Panzer III. Lightning and Bomber cover Mr. Joanes from the flying bullets and anti-magic bolts shot at your car.

The tank commander pulls out his C96 Mauser and fires at you. You block the shots effortlessly and jump up to him. He yells something in German before you grab him and throw him out and forward, allowing him to be run over by his own tank.

The driver tosses you a grenade, which you take, prime and then toss into the hatch. You hop out and jump onto the truck. The Panzer III erupts into flames from the inside then spins out of control, crashing onto the side of the road.

There are six troops in the back, all of them with short anti-magic C96 Mauser pistols and large tower shields.

> TIER 4 WUNDERSOLDATEN <
> GEGENMAGISCHTRUPPEN – CQB <

> Wade into them (Roll 1d100 Best of Three – Highest)
> Return to the car and hope its fast enough to outrun them
> Other

>>30764398
I don't think that's a huge problem right now, the votes aren't really long enough for that kind of bandwagoning to get going.

Rolled 50

>>30764453
Crush the engine block again.

Rolled 54

>>30764453
> Wade into them (Roll 1d100 Best of Three – Highest)
We really do hate most forms of transport don't we?

Rolled 42

>>30764453
> Wade into them (Roll 1d100 Best of Three – Highest)

>>30764453
> Return to the car and hope its fast enough to outrun them

> Wade into them (54)

You hop into the bed with them, smashing one out of the truck and letting him eat dirt. The rest back up, holding their shields up high. They withdraw their pistols and pull out electric shock batons instead. They mean to take you alive.

You don’t.

One of them tries to whack you with an overhead hit. You punch him in the stomach, mid-swing, stunning him. Another tries to tackle, but you end it with an uppercut to the chin. He flies out of the truck and hits the ground.

The others form up a shield wall. You bring up your own and charge at them, knocking two of them out of the vehicle. That just leaves two of them now. You bring the rim of your shield down on one’s foot, causing him to yell in agony. Taking the opportunity, with a punch and a cross you send him flying out the truck.

The last one waves his baton around, ready. He rushes you, and you simply kneecap him with your shield. He falls onto the bed, yelling. You finish it with a shield bash to the head.

The truck peels away, and you manage to hop back onto the car in short time. That felt extremely good just now.

“We’re almost there!” yells the Driver.

> Talk to Lightning
> Talk to Bomber
> Check on Mr. Joanes
> Other

>>30764729
> Check on Mr. Joanes
please don't die

Rolled 52

>>30764729
> Other

Have Bomber shoot into the ground while in the car to get it flying towards the Zep.

Rolled 76

>>30764729
>> Check on Mr. Joanes
if we've got no medical supplies, this being pulp, we could just get Bomber to fire one of her thomspons alot then use the heated compensator to cauterize the wound

>>30764729
> Check on Mr. Joanes
Better not have dropped dead in the excitement.

> Check on Mr. Joanes

You lean down. “How is he?”

Mr. Joanes seems to drop in and out of consciousness. Lightning says, “We managed to stop the bleeding but if we don’t get him some help, he’s going to get dead.”

You nod. “We’ll figure something out.” You pat Mr. Joanes shoulder. “Hang in there, Mr. Joanes. We’ll help you. We’ll find someone to fix you up.”

Mr. Joanes coughs a bit. He reaches into his coat and holds up his papers. “I-If I die-“

“Don’t say that,” you say. “You can’t die. We need you.”

“N-No…” Mr. Joanes exhales, his heaving chest rising and falling laboriously. “F-Find my colleague… She- She was captured by the Nazis… She’ll know what to do.”

Bomber yells, “Look!”

You look forward. The Sparrow, the Zeppelin Operator #5 loaned you. You’re just about to hit the runway. The driver pulls up onto the runway, dodging stray fuel pipes and other obstacles. Then he pulls up next to the Sparrow.

“Come on!” you yell. All you hop out. Bomber and the Driver assist Mr. Joanes out of the car. “We can still make the-“

You blink. You pull up your shield. An anti-magical knife scratches right across it. Another knife successfully finds its mark in the driver’s heart, killing him instantly and dropping Mr. Joanes to the ground.

The Four Girls. They pull out their respective weapons, Knives, Sabre, Court Sword, and Rapier. Knives says, “American.”

“How did you get here first?”

Rapier yells, “You think you’re in a position to ask questions?”

> Attack (Roll 1d100 Best of Three – Highest)
> Defend (Roll 1d100 Best of Three – Highest)
> Other

Rolled 18

>>30765058
> Attack (Roll 1d100 Best of Three – Highest)

GET OUT OF THE WAY NAZI SCUM.

Rolled 91

>>30765058
> Attack (Roll 1d100 Best of Three – Highest)
Aww yisss

Rolled 2

>>30765058
>> Attack (Roll 1d100 Best of Three – Highest)

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>>30765181

Rolled 84

>>30765058
>> Attack (Roll 1d100 Best of Three – Highest)
fuck the bints up

You know, OP, I'm not seeing much of a mechanical incentive to defend, rather than attack.
>>30765237
At least it wasn't a 1.

>>30765276
I'd say it's more of a plot-incentive than anything. There are situations where defending makes little to no sense, so we players have to be on our toes.

> Attack (91)

You run at them, shields raised. Lightning joins you, yelling. The four split off into two groups. Knives and Rapier stand guard against you while Sabre and Court Sword fight against Lightning.

You throw punches at them, keeping them on their guard while maintaining the offensive. Knives cartwheels backwards and throws out a knife from your sleeve. You smack it away and charge at her, beaming him in the gut and sending the Kraut girl flying into a pile of boxes.

Rapier grits her teeth, then thrusts at your shield, sending green embers flying as Anti-magic and magic impact with each other.

“You do not know when to give up, do you?” says Rapier.

You shake your head. “Nope!” You bash Rapier in the chest, knocking the air out of her, then grab her and toss her into the same pile of boxes Knives landed in.

Sabre and Court Sword notice this. Court Sword leaps from the fray and stands on guard, smiling.

“Time to die, American!” says Court Sword. She charges at you, sword raised high.

> Attack (Roll 1d100 Best of Three – Highest)
> Defend (Roll 1d100 Best of Three – Highest)
> Other

Rolled 97

>>30765345
>> Attack (Roll 1d100 Best of Three – Highest)

Keep wacking

Rolled 96

>>30765345
> Defend (Roll 1d100 Best of Three – Highest)
Perfect defense!

>>30765276
>>30765324
Any suggestions you have for improving the combat system (what little there is) please let me know.

Rolled 16

>>30765324
I've lost count of the number times in a row we've chose attack over defend, now.
>>30765345
> Defend (Roll 1d100 Best of Three – Highest)

Rolled 77

>>30765345
> Attack (Roll 1d100 Best of Three – Highest)
YOU KEEP SAYING THAT YET IM NOT DEAD

Rolled 60

>>30765371
I'm fine with it asis, makes it very fast paced and pulpy, which in turn is delicious & easy to read

Rolled 27

>>30765345
> Attack (Roll 1d100 Best of Three – Highest)
FULL OFFENSE ON THIS DISRESPECTING KRAUT.

>>30765371
It's fine the way it is, so as long as each choice has its own set of consequences.

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> Attack (97)

You run at her, spinning your shield and then making a quick punch at her. She parries it, slapping it away. You try using your off hand shield for another punch, only for her to parry it again.

“You think you can hit me with those uncalculated attack-“

You punch her in the face, sending her flying at the Zep. She slams into the envelope wall, then slides down and falls onto the ground.

You nod. “Yep.”

Lightning twirls her naginata, attacking Sabre with a flurry of blows right out of Sabre’s reach. Finally, she sweeps Sabre off her feet and smacks her away.

You run over to Lightning. “You okay?”

Lightning grins. “Of course, did you expect anything less?”

Then you hear engines. Bomber brings Mr. Joanes up to you. He’s passed out by now. All of you look out to the runway to see the full extent of Colonel Engelhardt’s resources. Three Zeppelins including the Kleine Fraulein, several tanks of all types, and hundreds of soldiers of all types and ranks.

You’re frozen in awe, but you know you should be trying to run by now.

“Halt!” yells Colonel Engelhardt, transformed out of her Puppeteer form. She steps forward, flanked by the Storm Ace.

Lightning, in a rare moment, balks. “W-We killed him!”

The Storm Ace holds up Jeanine by her hair. Jeanine screams in pain, gripping his arm, looking tattered and worn out. “Agh! Lemme go you kraut bastard! I’ll rip off your head and spit down your neck then I’ll kick you in the nads so hard your extended family will feel it you beer-sucking goon!”

Engelhardt smirks. “Liberty, if I know anything about you, I know you hate seeing people die unnecessarily.”

> “What do you want?”
> “Nuts to that, let’s get out of here.”
> “Let her go!”
> Other

Rolled 74

>>30765632
>> “Let her go!”

Rolled 41

>>30765632
>> “What do you want?”

>>30765371
Double Cross Quest uses a brilliant take on Rock-Paper-Scissors, whereby players need to note the actions the enemies are taking and decide the correct course of action, based purely on those contextual clues. I think it would be a good fit here, with some modifications.
Like, instead of win-lose-draw, grant hidden roll bonuses or penalties based on the choice. Not enough to split them into 'right and wrong', more like 'easy and hard'.
Maybe some combo system where choosing actions in a set sequence grants a small bonus as well. Defend-defend-attack, for example. Again, nothing huge just enough to actually warrant actual battle tactics beyond BURN MAIM KILL.

But honestly you're doing pretty good as-is. I'm pretty sure we're just ignoring the benefits we might gain from actually defending once in a while, so maybe just point out allies ready to assist or something if you think it'd fit.

>>30765632
> “What do you want?”

>>30765632
>What do you want?

>>30765632
> “What do you want?”

> “What do you want?”

“Sumire!” yells Jeanine. “I swear to god! If you leave me for dead here, I will make personal sure to haunt you from the grave so hard that your grandchildren will be having nightterrors for the rest of their lives!”

Lightning leans over to you and whispers, “Let’s just go.” You wave her away.

“What do you want, Engelhardt?” you yell.

Engelhardt says, “Well, we came for the archeologist,” she says. She leans over slightly, tilting her head. “Ah, but it seems he’s a bit indisposed. That’s terrible.”

You say, “Well, maybe you should’ve asked for him, I’m sure we would’ve just let him work for you.”

“Hmph,” says Engelhardt. The Four limp out of their piles and stand next to her, bloody and defeated. “As you can see, it is so hard to get good help these days. Magical Girls are hard to come by.”

“Get to the point.”

Engelhardt nods, smiling. “Surrender yourself. We’ll let your associate go, along with your fellow Magical Girls and the archeologist.”

> Surrender
> “It’s everyone or no one.” (Throw your shield at her.)
> Negotiate something else
> Other

Rolled 31

>>30765810
>> Other
Recoil "No, I don't swing that way!"

>>30765810
Can we bust out later? If so:
> Surrender
If not:
>Negotiate

>>30765810
>> “It’s everyone or no one.” (Throw your shield at her.)

>>30765810
> Surrender
Ha ha time for reverse interrogations!

>>30765810
> Negotiate something else
She'll just betray us if we surrender anyway.

Rolled 84

>>30765810
>> Other

"Seriously? The last time we tried to trade with you you tried to kill all of us afterwards. Whats stopping you from not holding up your end of the bargain?"

Rolled 69

>>30765810
seconding >>30765917

>>30765830
>>30765917
yuess

>>30765917
>>30765936
>>30766019
>>30765810
Gonna support this.

> Other

You say, “The last time we tried to make a trade, you tried to kill us all afterwards.”

Knives says, “Hey, we were ordered to leave no witnesses, unfortunately, we failed.”

“Hm,” Engelhardt nods. “She does prove a point. However, need I remind you that I hold the advantage here, Liberty.” The troops cock their guns, aiming at you. You can even spot some Magical Girls in the crowd, ready to transform and face you should you try something fancy.

“If I wanted to kill you,” says Engelhardt, “I already would have. I want YOU alive. As for them, I don’t care about them, they can live, they can die, who cares.”

You grit your teeth. Lightning says, “You should probably do it.”

“Lightning!” you say. “Seriously?”

“Hey, I know when we’re beat,” says Lightning.

Bomber says, “You can’t give yourself up. We’ll fight with you, to the end if we have to.”

Engelhardt checks the time on her pocketwatch. “So, what will it be, Liberty?”

> Fight
> Surrender
> Negotiate
> Other

>>30766113
> Surrender
Yeah. Nah. We're not getting out of this one.

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>>30766113
>> Surrender

"Fine, you want me alive, let them go and I'll surrender once I've seen them get away. Otherwise you'll never take me alive."

>>30766113
> Surrender

"Fine, I surrender you Nazi bitch.

Let my friends go, if you try anything while they're escaping I swear I will leave you in a state of permanent agony or die trying."

Rolled 57

>>30766113
seconding >>30766167

> Surrender

You say, “Fine. I surrender. You let them get out of here first though.”

Engelhardt nods. “Fine. They may leave in their own time.” The Storm Ace drops Jeanine, who runs over to Lightning. Lightning smiles at her, to which Jeanine slaps her then gets aboard the Sparrow.

You nod to Bomber and Lightning. “Don’t worry. Everything will be fine.”

With that, Bomber and Lightning leave you to board the Sparrow. The engines roar as the Sparrow lifts off, then turns around, flying away. You feel a Magischgrenadier snap an anti-magic collar on you, instantly sending you back into your usual form and blocking your magic.

“Right,” says Engelhardt. “Come with us.”

The Storm Ace pushes you in the back, marching you as you’re led into the awaiting jaws of the Magisch Korps.

>>30766395
That's it for today. Magical Girl Liberty will be running all week until Friday so you'll see me tomorrow at 4 PM EST.

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Adios!

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>>30766435
>daily threads all week
wow okay

Also, thanks for all the suggestions, I'll try to keep everything in mind, maybe change things around for next thread.

>>30766435
See you tomorrow, take care.

>>30766493
Don't change things too much, what you've got is good already.