>>31933457
So basically you're white girl who gets banged by a gang of black guys on a regular basis?

>>31933457
>Not worth your time to change speed. Do what you usually do, that should educate your brotha.

>white girl
>black gang

Nope, I can see where this is going and it is not my fetish.

>Not worth your time to change speed. Do what you usually do, that should educate your brotha.

You snap up the knife from where Little Red put it into the table You twirl it a couple of times to get a feel for the weight. It’s not as balanced as the switchblade in your back pocket, but you only get that out when you mean business.

You spread your hand on the table and, after testing the point of the blade by your thumb, start stabbing between your fingers. You work up speed until you’re going at a good clip. Your ‘good clip’ is much quicker than Little Red’s display, and that’s before you start mixing up the order in which fingers you put the knife between, choosing where the blade should go while it’s in the air.

Little Red’s smug expression melts into one of dismay as he realizes he’s out of his league.

Monster and Reaper come in half way through, along with Shanna – that’s Reaper’s girl. Reaper is Lead Cobra, while Monster is his second. The two are talking business. Monster has a big duffle bag slung over his shoulder.

“—too much. We need ballers on the street, moving merchandise,” says Reaper. The ferryman must have brought in more drugs.

“Hey Blood,” says Shanna, with a little wave. She had a couple new gold rings.

“Hey,” you reply. You get along pretty well with her, but you’re real tight with Monster – he’s the reason the Cobras treat you well. If you had a big brother, you’d want it to be him. “What’s up, Monster?”

Monster sets the duffle down on your table, cutting your game short, and zips open the bag. It’s full of nondescript paper bags. “Business,” he says, taking note of your knife game. “I see you ain’t playing around with Little Red – c’mon man, you know better than to mess with Blood.”

“Sorry, Big M,” Little Red says. Yet, his attention was focused on the duffel bag. There was a hunger in his eyes.

Monster picked up a bag up and tossing it into Pit Bull’s lap. “Get sellin.” He didn’t give any to Red, which was new – Red was one of the Cobras’ best dealers. Monster shook his head at the man. “We all know you ain’t making money, yous getting’ high, brother.”

Little Red didn’t take the news well. “C’mon man! You know I’m real!”

Reaper shut him up with a glare. “A baller’s gotta have trust,” he said. “Hey, Shannah. You see anybody who can sell hanging our around here?”

Shannah started listing names.

Your primary responsibility in the Cobras is to tag territory. Drug dealing is a notable step up in prestige. With Little Red out of the way, this could be your chance to rank up.

>Draw attention to yourself. Remind Reaper that he can trust you.
>Give Monster the hint. He’ll speak for you.
>Tell Reaper you’ll sell his drugs. Take a bag and head out, make the decision for him.

>>31934214
>Play with Monster's monster

>>31934214
I'm sorry OP, but I simply cannot accept this quest's premise of a white girl holding power in a black gang. It's unrealistic and vaguely racist idea.

>>31934268

I promise that's not where this is going.

>>31934312
I'm sorry OP, but I simply cannot accept this quest's retarded names.

>>31934214
>Tell Reaper you’ll sell his drugs. Take a bag and head out, make the decision for him.

>>31934214
>>Draw attention to yourself. Remind Reaper that he can trust you.

>Tell Reaper you’ll sell his drugs. Take a bag and head out, make the decision for him.

While Shannah is listing every Cobra that could feasibly take Little Red’s place, you stand up and grab one of the bags. “I can handle it,” you say, walking toward the door without waiting for a word from Reaper.

The Cobra does not the surprise. “Hey, where the hell do you think you’re going?” he asks, making to come after you.

“Slow down, bro, she’s handling it,” Monster says, getting in his way.

You don’t hear the rest of their discussion, because you’re already out the front door. The sun’s already beginning to go down – it’s nearly the perfect time for dealing. The shady types that buy start coming out when the sun goes down. Now there’s only the question of location – you need to make sure this goes over great. If you can’t sell, or you get into trouble, nobody’s ever going to let you try something like this again.

>Stick to the shadows; it’ll be harder to get customers, but you’ll be able to avoid anyone trying to nab your stuff.
>Go to that place on Freedom Street. The regulars will know where to find you.
>Take a chance. Get to a visible location. If you can sell out fast, that’s less time you have to get into trouble.
>Other (write in)

>>31934589
>Take a chance. Get to a visible location. If you can sell out fast, that’s less time you have to get into trouble.
white girls are never suspected of dealing

>Take a chance. Get to a visible location. If you can sell out fast, that’s less time you have to get into trouble.

You decide to play it risky. No cop is going to suspect a white girl of dealing anyway. You walk over to the commercial district, where there’s lots of people on the street. You shove a red hankerchief in your pocket so that it hangs out slightly – the sign that you’ve got something to sell. With so many people walking by in such a seedy neighborhood, it doesn’t take long before you start getting customers.

Luckily for you, you’ve watched enough deals go down that you’re able to mimic the process yourself, and even get a good price while you’re at it. In a couple hours, you’re down to half the bag and up a few hundred dollars – and that’s when the trouble you didn’t want finds you.

You close your last deal with a desperate looking woman and stuff the money into your back pocket when you see him.

He’s down the street aways, sitting on a bench – some upper class white guy, out of place here in Hunter’s Point. He’s wearing a dusty overcoat. You don’t think he’s a cop, but you’re sure you caught him looking at you the wrong way. Before you can think too much of this suspicious character, more pressing concerns catch your attention.

While you’re Cobra territory, there is a man approaching you who is definitely not a Cobra. He’s wearing an oversized blue shirt, and his arms are marked with tattoos that brand him as a Crip. You do a once over – you’re certain he doesn’t have a gun. Crips walk different when they’re packing heat.

>Stand your ground. He’s on Cobra turf, and it would mean war if he tried anything.
>Retreat, try to ditch him and get back to business.
>Other (?)

>>31934843
> Stand your ground. He’s on Cobra turf, and it would mean war if he tried anything.

>>31934843
>Other
slip the switchblade up our poon and let him fuck us.

> Stand your ground. He’s on Cobra turf, and it would mean war if he tried anything.

You recognize the Crip when he gets closer – Ian, you think his name is. You stand exactly where you are as he comes up to you.

“You lost, little girl?” the young man asks. He gave a sharp smile.

“You’re on the wrong side of town, crab,” you say, not impressed.

The derogatory term wipes the smile off of the Ian’s face. “You talk big for someone so small,” he says. “Give me what you got, lady snake, and I’ll think about letting you walk.”

Oddly, the crip isn’t afraid of the prospect of being in your territory. While anyone else in your situation might be a little fearful of Ian, you’re more afraid of yourself.

A few of those powers that nobody can ever know about can make this situation go bad for Ian, real quick, if you decide to use them. You’d rather not resort to that kind of thing, though – but if you get in too deep, you won’t have choice. You have a way of lapsing into psychopathic episodes when under stress, and you’ve had a stressful day so far. This situation isn’t helping.

+20 stress
Stress: 30/100

>Talk this out. This could cause a lot of trouble for both of you.
>Run. Lose him in the shadows.
>Try to intimidate him. You do have a knife in your back pocket.
>Other(?)

>>31935056
>Try to intimidate him. You do have a knife in your back pocket.

>>31935056
>Other
Use powers to make things go really bad for Ian
unused powers are useless

>>31935056

Include a d100 roll. Lower is better.

Rolled 86

>>31935181

Rolled 63

>>31935181

Rolled 3

>>31935181

>>31935267
We're using this roll, it's best of 3 rolls right?

>>31935302
>>31935163
>>31935172

Yes, best of three. So 3 is pretty neat.

You whip out your switchblade. “I could cut you bad before you got that shiv out of the back of your pants,” you say, keeping your voice smooth. “Why don’t you turn around and jump back down the hole you crawled out of?”

Ian doesn’t take well to sleight against his pride. He takes a step back – you can tell he’s going for the knife. Seeing that he might wind up dying if you don’t cut this off, you resort to using aforementioned powers.

You narrow your eyes at him, compress your frustration with the situation into a ball, and imagine shoving the negative energy into his chest.

-3 power, Sap Will
Power: 7/10
+5 stress
Stress: 35/100

Ian staggers backward, clutching his chest – his shiv slips through his fingers and clatters to the ground. “Oh god,” he says, dropping to a knee. His expression contorts into one of anguish, and he starts crying. You kind of like it when they cry.

>He’s not a problem anymore. Finish up your business and head back in.
>Rub it in. No one messes with Blood.
>Ask a question (write in) – he’s in no state to resist.
>Other (?)

>>31935302
i hope.

>>31935354
>He’s not a problem anymore. Finish up your business and head back in.
Even if he's an annoying one, we're on an important mission here, he shouldn't be the main concern.

>>31935354
>He’s not a problem anymore. Finish up your business and head back in.

Maybe relocate to a place without suspicious older possible cop and crying gangster.

>>31935354
>Ask a question (write in) – he’s in no state to resist.

You're in our territory? Are you nuts? who put you up to this?

what powers do we have?

Rolled 26

>>31935354
interrogate those dickless bastards don't mouth off without a reason

Rolled 47

>>31935446
if we are a vampire id guess dementation and there fore malkavian
reasons;
white,
super reflex,
forcing your emotions on others

>>31935604
>vampire

We look like a half-demon or tiefling

>>31935393
>>31935418
>>31935446

“You know I’m in my rights to kill for trespassing,” you say, angry that he would do something so stupid. You press your knife against his ear. “Who’d you piss off to get sent to me?”

“Doesn’t matter, you’re all gonna be dead by tomorrow,” he says, still crying. “Trevon’s going to kill every last one of you bloods!”

Trevon is one of the lower officers in the Crips. That’s kind of a bold move for someone in his position to make.

Still, you have other things to worry about besides a blubbering crab, no matter how crazy his news is – like the weird guy keeping eyes on you, and the drugs in your other hand. You stow the blade and slip off. You’ve got money to make.

Another hour is all it takes to clean out. You’re careful to keep a lookout for the out of place bench guy – you see him one more time, but after that you manage to lose him. Soon you have about five hundred dollars that prove you’re just as good of a baller as Little Red was supposed to be. You head back to Cobra Manor, triumphant.

>>31935646
well if we are hell born then we can be whatever abomination we can think of unless OP throws us a bone

>>31935728

It’s completely dark outside as you walk up to the front door, passing a couple fellow bloods who’re chilling with their girls. There are some kids with them that have nowhere better to be, but they seem to be enjoying themselves.

You walk in to the house. Now there’s the question of accounting for the night’s activities.

>Find Reaper or Monster. Report success without issue.
>(ALSO) In addition, report your run in with Ian, and the threat.
>Chill. You’ve earned it. They’ll find you.
>Pocket some of the cash for yourself - you made good sales, so they wouldn’t notice the excess missing.

>>31935730
I vote half-demon
something to do with fear possibly, unless fear-causing power is one any type can get

>>31935749

>Find Reaper or Monster. Report success without issue.
>(ALSO) In addition, report your run in with Ian, and the threat. But jokingly.

>>31935833
This

>>31935749
find monster and report the cash and crab talk to him

>>31935754
its the stress that we put in him, plus with 5+ voices telling Blood what to do we are going to be a:
Insane <insert race here>

>>31935749
>Find Reaper or Monster. Report success without issue
.>(ALSO) In addition, report your run in with Ian, and the threat.
let the bossman know what the competition is up to.

>>31935749
>Find Reaper or Monster. Report success without issue.
>(ALSO) In addition, report your run in with Ian, and the threat.
Let's do this !

>>31935749
report the run in jokingly, laughing at the crab'
no one would take that seriously, we'll look stupid if we do

OP, apart from being a white chick in a primarily black gang, what are we?

>>31936049
he couldn't resist us, meaning he probably didn't lie

>>31936060
insane <insert race here>, solder of cobra

>>31936126
>insane <insert race here>, solder of cobra

We're teen Baroness?

>>31935833
Seconded

>>31935833
>>31935855
>>31935857
>>31935881

Looking around Cobra Manor, you calm down a bit from your previous encounter. You tend to freak out a lot in the heat of the moment.

-10 Stress
Stress: 25/100

You find Monster upstairs, showing a younger Cobra how to disassemble a handgun. He excuses himself to come out into the hall with you, doing a poor job of hiding his excitement. “Didn’t think you’d be back for another couple hours – so how’d it go, Blood?”

You show him a fan of twenties and tens in response. “Five fifty.” That’s a good deal of money for the amount of crap you dealt out.

He smiles and gives your shoulder a friendly shake. “Man, this is a big deal, sister. You’re an ace!”

You can’t help but grin at his praise. (-5 stress. Stress: 20/100) Still, there are other things you need to talk about. “But I ran into this Crip on the street – Ian, you know the guy,” you say.

“What was he doing on our turf?” Monster asks, furrowing his brow.

“Crying, mostly, once I flashed my blade,” you say jokingly. “Real mental crab – decided not to off him. Y’know, weird thing, he told me we’d all be dead by tomorrow. Said Trevon’s planning a move tonight. You know anything about that?”
Monster darkens at the news. “You’d better talk to Reaper.”

The two of you go to Reaper. While he counts the cash you brought in, you tell him your story, omitting the coolest parts.

>>31936224

“What the fuck do the Crips think they can do tonight, violating our territory?” Reaper says, laughing. He threw the cash onto the table. “And then they up and tell us what’s up? This is crazy talk. We can take them in our sleep. We’ll hit them tomorrow morning, hard – good work, by the way, Blood.”

You simply nod. Reaper doesn’t dole out thanks often. (-5 stress. Stress: 15/100)

Monster frowns. “What if the Crips are really planning something big?”

The two think about that for a moment.

>Advocate caution.
>Let them worry about it. Monster’s got good judgment.
>Other (?)

>>31936249
>other - volunteer for recon
search and steal

>>31936249
>Advocate caution.

The fact that a little shit like Ian not scared of fighting in our turf seems really weird.

Something's up.

>>31936249
btw, what the flying pig fuck are we

d

sorry for tripping

>>31936296

You don't know. Whatever it is though, it gets you in a lot of trouble.

>>31936279
Oooooh, this!

>>31936324
Do we know what our powers are?

>>31936509
making people cry
and bicker amongst ourselves

>>31936545
>and bicker amongst ourselves

pffft that's not a power, we do that all the time

>>31936282
>>31936279

“Whatever their deal is,” you say, “it’s pretty fucking weird that Ian of all people isn’t afraid of fighting on Cobra ground. Couldn’t hurt to send the brats home for the night.”

Normally, Reaper would probably tell you to shut up, but tonight’s different. You’ve proven yourself, and you know things he doesn’t. He thinks about what you said for a moment.

“Wouldn’t hurt to sleep on our guns tonight,” Monster suggested.

An idea occurs to you. You can be pretty stealthy when the occasion calls for it. Maybe this is the time to utilize that particular skill. “I could drop in at the Stop, see what’s up for sure,” you suggest. The Stop is a mechanics shop where lots of the Crips hang out.

Monster doesn’t like the sound of that. “Blood, you crazy, but that’s crazy even for you.”

“Nobody’d see me.”

Reaper brings a hand down on the table. “No. We need all hands here tonight. If they’re moving against us, then I want to be ready to crack down. Not every day we have a crab shoot on our hands. Big M, spread the word. Call in the guys. Blood, go get a piece. You’re not bad with a knife, but knife ain’t nothing to lead.”

>Assist with defense preparations with Monster.
>Sneak off and go scout out the Stop anyway.
>Make sure those kids go home.
>Other (?)

>>31936590
>Assist with defense preparations with Monster.

>>31936590
Stay and help M

>>31936590
tell monster to invest those 500$ into a SMG and some clips
we get a piece and one clip nothing fancy and start patrol
ghost and haunt the base

>>31936509

Yes. You can make people sad, like with Ian. If you get real angry, your hands turn into claws. You can light your hands on fire as well - you melted your way through a barbed wire fence like that once - but that's pretty taxing. You're also really good with the scent of blood. If someone has a cut, you can follow them like a hound. The other thing is that you can push and pull shadows around to make them darker or lighter. All in all, you think it's pretty cool.

The other odd things about you is that you think to yourself in as a multitude of chaotic voices. You're sure that's not healthy mental behavior.

>>31936669
how are we gonna find an SMG within a day you namefag

>>31936590
>Acquire a gun, surely one of our fellow gang members knows who's selling
>then Assist with defense preparations with Monster.

>>31936701
>your hands turn into claws
Sorry to keep nagging but, have we tested how tough/sharp our claws are?

As in, do we know if they're long fingernails, or able to scratch harder objects (like metal)?

>>31936710
the same way you acquire a gun in a bunch of guns in a day anon
you find a dealer and flash him the moola

i also vote we give in to madness and name ourselves

>>31936795
basic steel claws id guess

what is misters relationship with us anyway I'm a new personality

>>31936795

Your claws are quite gnarly. You can cut as if you had knives for fingers. Very sharp knives. You're better armed with your claws than with your switchblade, but you don't like people seeing the Edward Scissor Hands side of you.

>>31936858
That's an amusing level of naivety. Guess I should have expected this from a namefag.

>>31936590
in addition to the other suggestions, kids go home, if there's gonna be dying, you protect the new members and have them leave.

You’re a little miffed that your proposition to scout out the Shop was brushed off, but you guess Reaper knows what he’s doing.

Monster leads the way out of Reaper’s ‘office’. “C’mon Blood, we’ve got our work cut out for us.”

You follow. He takes you to the room he was in before when he was showing the other Crip how to use a gun. There are lots of weapons lying around in the makeshift armory. He offers you a handgun from the table, but you eye it critically as you take it. It’s surprisingly heavy – you don’t use guns often. “Don’t we have anything like… bigger than this?”

Monster laughs. “Seriously Blood? One bullet’s good enough for Crip Killer to kill a Crip.”

“One bullet’s not good enough to kill a dozen Crips,” you reply. “I’m not talking about me, but if there’s any time to unpack the firepower, I think it’s tonight.”

Monster rolls his eyes and cracks open a crate at the far side of the room. He pulls out a contorted little gun almost the size of the handgun you now hold, but the size of its magazine gives it away.

“I didn’t think we had SMGs,” you say, a tad envious.

Monster checks the magazine and keeps the gun. “It’s for special occasions and drive-bys. I’m going to get the boys moving. And don’t think you have anything to prove – you’re a good Cobra, getting shot ain’t gonna help with your membership. Go do something useful”

>Go do something useful.
>Send out noncombatants (girlfriends, kids)
>Other (write in)

>>31937052
well I'm imagining west coast america/los santos

so yea maybe I'm a little stretching it but i think we can manage

>>31937107
send out noncombatants
maybe this is an inside job

can i pile all the paranoia and general crazy shit in the head

>>31937107
>Go do something useful.

>>31937107
>>31937159
>>31937158

You decide to do as Monster says and go around Cobra Manor and its (not) extensive grounds doing something useful. You send home all the people that aren’t going to do anything useful if there’s a fight. Part of you views them with suspicion. What if the Crips have a spy in your ranks?

You spread the word about the possible attack while Monster stays on the phone, calling in backup. A couple more bloods arrive before the hour’s out. You have fifteen gunmen at the ready by midnight. The atmosphere around Cobra Manor is tense enough that you can almost taste it. It’s not a calming effect. (+5 Stress: 20/100)

Some of your blood brothers chat idly, talking big about how many Crips they’re going to kill tonight. Others sit in silence, smoking or drinking.

>>31937513

You sit in your regular spot on a beat up couch before the knife-pockmarked table, trying to get used to the feel of the gun in your hands. As ratty as Cobra Manor is, you feel a sense of ownership. You even actually like a lot of the Cobras, despite their rough demeanor.

Reaper kicks back and takes a drag from his joint, a gold-plated desert eagle ready by his side. “You want a puff?” he asks jokingly, as he notices your gaze. You generally try not to use the drugs the gang deals with, but tonight, maybe it would calm your nerves. You don't say anything for the time being.

“Not too late for you to head home too, Blood,” Monster suggests, turning from the window he’s been keeping watch from.

>And let you have all the fun?
>This is my home.
>Not too late for you to head home either.
>Other (?) [You can write your own suggestions, whether they be a mix of these or your own invention.]

>>31937537
>This is my home.

>>31937537
>>This is my home.

>>31937537
>im gonna smoke from the skull bongs of the crabs reaper, and for that i need to stay here

>>31937537
>this is my home
>then say something that sounds tough

>>31937595
....
namefags...

>>31937595
This doesn't make any fucking sense.

>>31937107
>>Go do something useful.
>>Send out noncombatants (girlfriends, kids)

>>31937595
Fuck off 12 year old.

>>31937654
insanity rarely does
but in sane terms
i will head shot them, rip off their skulls and use them as a bong
i was going for a double deflect

>>31937725
Jesus, try-hard maybe? Fuck no

>>This is my home

>>31937725
can you just not go for anything?
whenever you try you miss
stick to the prompts OP gives please
leave the write-ins to the real anons

>>31937725
Just no dude. That's a fucking stupid idea and it hurt my mind just to read your posts. You haven't done anything worthy of namefagging and are just polluting the thread with your idiocy. Please, just stop for the good of everyone's braincells that remain after reading your drivel.

eh, just ignore him, if he wants to be edgy, let him.

His choices will be outvoted anyway.

>>31937836
like that one with the multiple voices or the one with the SMG

seriously if we are playing hellspawn the least we can do is have the decency to act like it and have the occasional bloodlust
ffs its like we want to play katawa shoujo
>this is my home
all the bloods laugh at this white woman trying to be a cobra

until OP tells me to shut up i will keep making insane observations regardless of wether he follows them or not

“I’m already here,” you say, trying to play off the comment as a joke. “No way I’m letting a bunch of crabs muck up the place.”

There’s nowhere else for you to go, really. The East Side Cobras are the only people who accept you for who (or what) you are. Even so, you would probably have moved on if Monster didn’t seem to have a chip on his shoulder for looking out for you. He’s way nice, and not for the obvious reason of sleeping with you. You don’t quite understand him, and it bothers you.

“Someone’s coming!” yells one the other Cobras. Everyone rushes to the windows – you included. A pair of cars pull up in front of Cobra Manor, stopping in the middle of the street. Their occupants get out – ten or so in total, Crips, all of them. You recognize Trevon among them. Ian’s off in the back, but this time he’s got a gun. They’re all armed, now that you look.

>>31937939
do you even know what katawa shoujo is?
>all the bloods laugh at this white woman trying to be a cobra
have you even read the thread up until now? jesus dude, come on.

>>31937959


Trevon, a broad shouldered Hispanic guy, steps up the curb, but is careful not to step over it. Doing so would have marked him for death. “Anybody home, East Side?!” he yells, spreading his hands. “Come out, I got somethin’ to tell ya!”

Reaper scowls. “I’ll handle this,” he says, heading for the door. He draws his gun. All of the other Crips still have their weapons lowered, eyes on their leader.

Everyone watches through a sheet of pure adrenaline, as if the events in motion cannot be stopped. (+3 Stress: 23/100)

>Tell Reaper not to leave.
>Get Monster to stop Reaper.
>Shoot Trevon, he’s up to something.
>Other (?)
-Include dice.

>>31937939
Yes, those are great examples of you going for something and missing

It's good that you recognize the problem.

>>31937939
>seriously if we are playing hellspawn the least we can do is have the decency to act like it and have the occasional bloodlust
Except it appears we don't know we're hellspawn, and are a completely normal albeit ghetto and easily stressed person
>ffs its like we want to play katawa shoujo
Where did cripples even come from
>all the bloods laugh at this white woman trying to be a cobra
We already seem to have a lot of respect to the point where everyone trusts us running off with the drugs, our word on the entire possible gang fight, and being a generally cool girl

Dude just chill and play a white girl in a mostly black gang with magic powers that doesn't afraid of anything

Rolled 37

>>31937993
>Let him go out

>>31937976
its the only game i have played that could portray the
>this is my home
bit, so yeah not great example

>>31937993
>get monster to stop reaper
>dude we can talk from inside, away any crab sight

>>31937993
>"Don't get shot."

Rolled 30

>>31937993
>>Get Monster to stop Reaper.

Rolled 80

>>31937993
>Let him go out
>Point gun at Trevon, shoot him if he tries anything

Assuming still d100, best of 3, low is good

Rolled 28

>>31938062

>>31937725
“Hey, we can’t just go out there,” you say to Monster, unsure. “Can we?”

Monster is a wall of seriousness. “Reaper knows what he’s doing.”

The big man knows what he’s talking about, so you try to leave it at that. “Don’t get shot,” you say flatly, loud enough for the Cobra leader to hear.

Reaper pauses at the door, flashes you an amused smile, and flips you off. He grinds his joint under foot before opening the door and proceeding outside.

He approaches Trevon with gun aimed at his chest, even as you keep your weapon trained on the man as well. Besides you, Monster and another Cobra are using this window as their firing port.

“You know you die tonight, right crab? Or they really make you that fucking stupid?” says Reaper, putting on all of his trademark swagger. He walks all the way up to Trevon until his gun is hovering just an inch away from his chest. Some of the Crips waver at his charms, but they remain focused on Trevon’s reaction.

Trevon’s manic smile grows wider as he steps forward into Reaper’s desert eagle. “Just pull that fucking trigger, hombre. You be dead before a bullet leaves the barrel.”

Reaper is very still for a second, and then smiles as broadly as Trevon. “Big words from a dead man,” he says. He pulls the trigger.

You see a flash, but the noise sounds oddly distant. Trevon has a bemused expression on his face as he staggers back, a smear of red on his blue hoodie. This doesn't feel real.

>What are you doing here again?

>>31938449
Open fire on the asshole

>>31938449

Reading this again, I see some ambiguity. Reaper shot Trevon in the chest, not the other way around.

>>31938449
Open fire on Trevons supporters.

Hopefully with him dead they'll run

Rolled 9

>>31938449
>BLOOD
>try to get point out the sniper
use super senses brah

>>31938449
Open fire on the blue team

>>31938556
do you even read Languid's posts? This isn't making insane observations, this is having no clue what's going on.

>>31934268
Suspend your disbelief, the fact that you have crazy powers and show results should put anyone at the top of a street gang

Rolled 6

>>31938621
>You see a flash, but the noise sounds oddly distant. Trevon has a bemused expression on his face as he staggers back, a smear of red on his blue hoodie. This doesn't feel real.

the way i see it Reaper got shot by a sniper
not an actual sniper but someone with a long range weapon

if i am wrong than use my roll for the best possible choice by you guys
but if I'm right you fuckers shut the hell up

either way we smell blood

>>31938709
>what is reading way too far into OP's post for $500?

>>31938709
that's descriptive writing guy
cool that autism down

Rolled 44

>>31938747
i don't get this

>>31938770
maybe, i can be pretty far out when i feel the need to,
and me being that guy is doing it

i did say that if i am wrong you can use my roll to hit

>>31937993
>>Get Monster to stop Reaper.
>>Shoot Trevon, he’s up to something.

>>31938554
>>31938508

While some of the voices in your head are startled at this development, more than enough of them aren’t to get you to start shooting at everything wearing blue. Something about the adrenaline in your system makes your senses hone in on your marksmanship.

You shoot twice before anyone else has thought to pull a trigger, each trigger pull rewarding you with a loud BANG. You hit one of the Crips in the knee, and screaming, he topples over. Not bad for your first time using a gun against a living person.

Monster opens fire right above you – the gunfire is deafening, and the automatic fire from the SMG sends all of the healthy crips scrambling for cover.

Then something really weird happens with Trevon. Instead of falling over and dying, he walks up and stabs Reaper in the throat with a shiv. Reaper collapses, vainly attempting to keep blood from pumping out of his gaping neck wound. The smell of blood his you a second later – it’s sickeningly familiar. ,

Everyone else begins shooting a second after. Bullets break windows, snap against wood, and make a racket. Gunfights, you realize, are way loud. Trevon takes multiple hits, but he merely jerks backward with the impacts.

“He’s got Kevlar! Go for the head!” you hear Pitt Bull shout from the window beside yours.

Then you spot a light flashing from behind one of the cars. A Crip pops up, a lit Molotov cocktail in hand. He's partially obscured by the car.

>Stop molotov (HARD)
>Headshot Trevon (HARD)

>>31938851
>Stop molotov

Rolled 89

>>31938851
>>Stop molotov (HARD)
Must save our bros

>>31938851

Keep forgetting. Include dice, please.

Rolled 10

>>31938851
>>Stop molotov (HARD)

Rolled 63

>>31938851
channel power into both

Rolled 51

>>31938898
>Stop molotov

Rolled 25

it'd be neat if we hit the molotov and it breaks on the guy, setting him on fire
can you do that in GTAV i forget

You deem the biggest threat to be the incoming Molotov. You take careful aim at the Crip prepping his throwing arm, and shoot him. He takes a bullet in the side and in a spasm of pain, lets go of the ghetto grenade a second too soon. It flips end over end and explodes onto the lawn, catching the front fence and weeds on fire. Much better than having it explode on Cobra Manor.

“Nice shot, Blood!” Monster yells. He opens fire again, suppressing most of the crips with a couple bursts. You hear a bullet whizz past your head. The scent of his blood thick in the air, Monster topples backward and bounces off the old easy chair and slams to the floor. (+50 Stress: 73/100) Bright red blood pours out from his chest in surprising quantities onto the beat up tiger rug on the living room floor.

>It’s getting too hot, take cover.
>Keep firing.
>Freak out.
>Tend to Monster.
> Take Monster’s SMG.
>Other (?)
Include dem dices if you're attacking.

Rolled 93

>>31939071
take monsters SMG, then freak out unleashing your power to any sane creature in the vacinity

Rolled 77

>>31939071
>> Take Monster’s SMG and fire
KILL BURN MAIM

Rolled 11

>>31939071
>Tend to Monster.

>>31939099
or not I'm fine either way

>BLOOD DEATH FEED
down fido

Rolled 22

>>31939071
>Keep firing.
I somehow doubt we can do more good with first aid here.

>>31933457
Do you have the original picture? Cause that would be awesome.

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>>31939154

Cheers.

>>31939071
>>Tend to Monster.
>> Take Monster’s SMG.

>>31939172
Bitchin', thanks.

>>31939172
what is our power anyway
it was 7/10 from Ian
did it go back

>>31939186
HP: 10/10
PP: 9/10 (Slow regeneration)
Stress: 73/100

Torn between killing more Crips for what they’ve done and helping Monster, you compromise, figuring you’ll help a brotha out and switch weapons while you’re at it.

You recoil from the window and leap down to Monster’s side. You can’t see the wound, given it’s obscured by his shirt. You do what they do in movies and rip it open using your knife. Blood pulses out of the wound – not a good sign. You shrug off your hoodie and jam it over the wound, applying as much pressure as you can. His eyes are unfocused.

>Panic.
>Oh god there’s so much blood in people.
>What do you do what do you -

“Benjamin,” Monster croaks, looking at you in a sudden moment of clarity. It takes a great effort for him to speak. “Name’s Ben.”

>You’re going to be fine.
>I’d go by monster too if my name was Ben.
>Tell him your name.
>Other (?)

>>31939349
>>Tell him your name.

>>31939349

I'm (insert name). Now focus on staying here Ben

Rolled 83

>>31938851
Stop molotov (HARD)

>>31939349
>You're going to be fine.
>Tell him your name.

>>31939349
>I’d go by monster too if my name was Ben.
>Oh god there’s so much blood in people. FEEDDRINKBLOOD

>>31939349
>>I’d go by monster too if my name was Ben.
>>Tell him your name.

Rolled 8

>>31939349
>Other
Drink his blood and consume his soul then go kill everything

>>31939349
Combine you're going to fine and telling him our name.

>>31939349
>Oh god there’s so much blood in people.
>Tell him your name.

>>31939413
we don't know if we can do that yet

inb4 be careful you don't get called a edgy 12 year old

>>31939349
>>You’re going to be fine.

>>31939442
You both are being 2edgy, tone it down a bit.

>>31939536
Just ignore the namefag. Don't give him any attention and maybe he'll go away.

>>31939436

Too much blood. Was there that much blood in you? You’re on the verge of panic. (+3 Stress: 76/100)

“I’m – my name’s Sierra,” you say, doing a poor job at keeping a level head. The bullets slamming into the wall behind you and the fact another Cobra just took a bullet to the head isn’t helping matters. “You’re gonna be fine Monster, it’s okay, we’ll take you to the doctor and everything.” You know he doesn’t buy any of that, but you can’t stop it from bumbling out of your mouth.

“It’s a nice name,” he says in a normal tone, eyes turning as if looking at something faraway. He says your name experimentally, as if testing its acoustics. “Sierra.”

His eyes don’t refocus. He goes still a second afterward.

(+25 Stress: 101/100)

>Remain calm.
>Lose control.
>Other (?)

>>31939675
>>Lose control.

>>31939675

>Lose control

>>31939675
>Remain calm.
Everything dies with extreme efficiency.

Rolled 3305

>>31939675

rolling to lose control

>>31939675
channel stress into all living begins you can sense

>>31939675
>>Lose control.
>>Other: Lose it on Trevon, that fucker is going to get it

>>31939675

You can't take it. It's too much to fit inside. You feel a retaining wall inside your mind break.

RAGE MODE

Lightning courses through your veins, like adrenaline on crack, if that's even possible. You have no idea what you look like when you're like this, and you couldn't care less. The smell of blood delights your senses at every turn, and its everywhere on your person.

Delight has nothing to do with your mood right now, though. One thing suffuses every limb and every fiber of your being. BLOOD BOILING RAGE! BONES WILL SNAP. FLESH WILL REND. AND YOU'RE THE ONE TO DO IT!

>BURN
>MAIM
>KILL
>Other (?)
Dice rolls. Also, please try to nudge her in the correct direction.

>>31939675
>Remain calm
Our voice is level, our tone is measured and polite... and only a faint trace of spittle at the corner of your mouth betrays the inner inferno

Rolled 83

>>31939790
>>BURN
Destroy their cars so they don't have an escape route.

Rolled 45

>>31939790
>Other(empathic/telepathic explosion), KILL
lets rev up the bloodlust

>>31939790
>>BURN the cars
>>MAIM Trevon

>>31939790
>MAIM

Rolled 72

>>31939790

>KILL

Gotta leave the house. Trevon must pay.

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>>31939790

>>31939790
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DaZGXHZ6ixI

Maim, burn, kill in that order

Rolled 57

>>31939790
>Burn

Rolled 6679

>>31939855

this

we can burn the cars then eat his face or something

HP: 20/20 (RAGE BONUS)
PP: 18/20 (RAGE BONUSSS)
Stress: RAAAAGEEE

The cacophony of voices in your head scream to do horrible things to everything. The concensus being, however, is that everything that needs to be torn apart is outside. You let out a scream and take a running dive out the window.

What happens after that, you’re not quite sure, but you remember it being violent.

Eventually, you come round, the smell of smoke is heavy in the air, as is blood. You can hear screaming from nearby, somewhere. You feel sore – every muscle aches, and your head is pounding. Your clothes are singed bloodied, and sport numerous tears. Your sleeves have burned off below the elbow, and your hands have distorted into blackened, bone-like razor edged claws.

You’re on your knees in an alley pretty close to Cobra Manor. Blood drips from your nose onto the ground.

>>31940230

HP: 6/10
PP: 5/10
Stress: Exhausted

“You loco girl, you got the crazy!” says a familiar voice from behind you. Trevon. He should be dead.

You turn around, and see the man approaching you from the other end of the alley, firelight putting him in silhouette. His shirt is mangled and bloody, one of his eyes is swollen shut, and his nose is broken and bleeding. What shocks you the most, however, is that his hands have distorted into claws similar to yours, though the flesh around them is crimson, whereas yours are black. However, unlike you, he has a crowbar in hand.

“But you look all tuckered out after that show you gave, eh, chico?” he says, smiling evilly and walking slowly toward you.

>How the hell are you alive?
>Why the hell do you have claws?
>Say nothing, wait for him to near, and try to surprise him him.
>Pull in shadows from the alley, try to blind him (4PP)
>Attack with flaming claws. (5PP)
>Sap his will. (5 PP)
>Other (?)

>>31940242
>Attack with flaming claws. (5PP)

Rolled 32

>>31940242
>sap will

>>31940242

>Why the hell do you have claws?

>>31940242
>Retreat!
all other options are all or nothing attacks and thats not good and he somehow has vary large claws RUN TO THE HILLS!

>>31940242
So thats why getting shot did nothing to him, he's just like us.

Rolled 72

>>31940242
>Pull in shadows from the alley, try to blind him (4PP)

>>31940275

Seeing that you've never answered the age old riddle of why you can do the things you do, and seeing this guy is (apparently) in the same boat as you, you ask the age old question, "Why the hell do you have claws?"

"'Cause we're the same, blood," he says with a laugh. "Didn't think you were the only one, did you?"

>(I'm still looking at your previous suggestions as to what to do tactically)

Rolled 6367

>>31940242

wait for him to get closer, bluff extreme tiredness and being unable to move. attack with mothafuckinf flame claws when he gets near! fuck his shit up

Rolled 68

>>31940250
>>31940264
claws and/or will sapping, whichever has more votes, rolling for whatever. My consensus is that he is like us, but should not be left alive.

Rolled 94

>>31940242
>>Attack with flaming claws. (5PP)

>>31940347
I 100% did think I was the only one, actually.

Rolled 41

>>31940353
as far as i know lower is better so why are you rolling such big numbers

Rolled 20

>>31940291
eh frogot to roll here

>>31940377

I allways forget to turn dice off, that's why

>>31940484
not judging you but those are big rolls, where do you use them in

>>31940353

You pretend to be too tired to move from where you are as Trevon stalks toward you. “You know,” you say, feigning being out of breath, “I was one hundred percent sure until today that it was only me.”

“Shame, chico, that it ends with your brains on the pavement,” he says, pulling up short. His eyes flash with an idea. He smiles broadly. “Say. Your bloods are dead, but I need people to fill in for the Crips you kill. Maybe I can show you just how crazy this world really is.”

>Burn in hell, crab. (Proceed with original flame-claw strike)
>You fucking got Benjamin killed. How do I forgive that?
>Sucker-punch attack and flee.
No dice, except if you try to run.

>>31940527

I rolled a 1d9000 to see if I could and forgot to turn it of, that's where

>>31940593

Sucker-burning-claw him, While cursing him for what he did with Ben.

"How about I show you how fucked up I can get?"

proceed to feed him his intestines

>>31940593
>>You fucking got Benjamin killed. How do I forgive that?
>>Burn in hell, crab. (Proceed with original flame-claw strike)

>>31940593
>BURn in HEll CrAb

Rolled 79

>>31940593

>Burn in hell, crab.

Rolled 19

>>31940593
>>Burn in hell, crab. (Proceed with original flame-claw strike)

>>31940593
Buy some time with
>>You fucking got Benjamin killed. How do I forgive that?
into
>Burn in hell, crab. (Proceed with original flame-claw strike)

I doubt it'll work because literally who wouldn't expect us to try slashing them.

Rolled 92

>>31940593
>Flame claw strike

>>31940649
thats unnecessary, and i suggested skull bongs

we can question him after he has done burning in hell, I'm guessing that isn't going to kill him

crowbar+knee+burn=answers

Rolled 90

>>31940593
>Sucker-punch attack and flee.
this dude is far more expirenced then we are who knows what kind of crazy crap he can pull run to the hills and when you get thare keep running untill we can come up with a plan to rip him in two

>>31940717

I don't think he has experience....maybe he just learned about his powers....I mean, he is just a minor officer at the cribs and if he had this powers for long he would have already killed the bloods

>>31940593
>>31940242
Might I interject for a moment and let me correct you on some spanish slang.

Our MC is a female, so Trevon would be calling us "chica" instead of "chico". Chico is for males.

>>31940593

"You got Benjamin fucking killed. How do I forgive that?" you ask, tired.

"How about I show you?" he asks, reaching a hand down to help you up.

You take his claws in your own, and then scowl. "How about you burn in hell, crab!"

You yank downward to put him off balance, fire up your claws, and rake him over the face with fiery fury. You reveal parts of his skull and set his flesh on fire with the attack.

He yells in pain and anger and side-swipes you with the crowbar right in the ribs. Something gives an audible crack. (-2 HP: 4/10) You go down, stunned, giving him a second to get on top of you. He prepares to take another half-blind swing.

HP: 4/10
PP: 0/10

>What do you do?
Dice, please.

Rolled 75

>>31940815
Claws to the balls.

>>31940791

Damn, I knew I was mixing those two up.

Rolled 68

>>31940815

Rip him open, go for his gut.

Rolled 77

>>31940815
balls

Rolled 92

>>31940815
well we allready used the last of the PP so might as well make use of them keep swiping with the claws remove the crowbar from his hand by removing the hand all or nothing here

Rolled 4

>>31940815
hook legs around neck, pull him back and claw him open

Desperate times call for desperate measures. You go for the groin. Trevon, being the man he is, flinches backward out of your reach, but also gives you a chance to dodge the crowbar – it hits the ground right next to your head.

He goes to swing again, but is interrupted by an iron bolt being shot into his back. He flinches, and goes to pull the thing out, but it suddenly bursts ignites into a shower of golden light. He screams in pain and falls off of you, spasming uncontrollably.

You sit up to see what’s going on. At the end of the alley is the man who’d been watching you earlier when you were out dealing, the older white guy. He’s holding a flipping crossbow, and is currently winding it back to load another bolt.

You can hear sirens in the not-so-distant distance.

>Okay, you’re done. Get the heck out of dodge.
>Thanks for the assist, guy.
>Other (write in)

>>31940995
>>Okay, you’re done. Get the heck out of dodge.

That second bolt is probably for us.

>>31940995
>Okay, you’re done. Get the heck out of dodge.

Shit's getting real in here, time to nope the fuck out before we wind up like Trevon.

>>31940995
>Okay, you’re done. Get the heck out of dodge.
>Yell "Thanks for saving me, I'll be gone now before you shoot me too!" behind us

We have manners

Rolled 87

>>31941043
i like this one

>>31940995
Thank for the assist, then run like a bitch

>>31941043
I third this man's idea.

Rolled 19

>>31940995
>Thanks for the assist, guy.
>Okay, you’re done. Get the heck out of dodge.

don't you think if he wanted us dead he would have let us kill each other or kill us at any time before we went back to cobra command

>>31941089
no

>>31941089
Perhaps he wasn't certain before, but now he sure as hell is. Reaper took chances, and look what happened there.

Now is not the time to throw caution to the wind.

Rolled 28

>>31940995
>>Okay, you’re done. Get the heck out of dodge.
>>Thanks for the assist, guy.

>>31941016

You don't want to know who that second bolt is for, so you push off the ground and book it in the opposite direction.

To your dismay, you can hear rapid footfalls of pursuit behind you.

You take a couple turns, but he's still hot on your heels when you see the open road ahead - no way he'd pursue you with other people around. Even if it is past midnight, anybody - literally, anybody could scare this guy off, you just need to find someone.

You run out of the alley and onto the road, pumping your limbs as fast as they'll carry you. There's a screech of tires, next thing you know you're bouncing off the front of a white sedan. You sprawl out on the asphalt, temporarily stunned. (-1 HP 3/10)

You shake it off and look up. It's not just a white sedan, it's a flipping police cruiser. Both doors open and cops step out. You look back, and see the crazy crossbow toting maniac freeze in his tracks at the sight of the police.

>Keep running, you're not getting booked tonight.
>Stick with the cops, the psychopath behind you can't touch you if you're with the cops.
>Take your chances with the crazy guy. Anything's better than going in.
>Other (?)

>>31941159

>Keep running, you're not getting booked tonight.

Scream about a psycho trying to shoot you with arrows and point at him. Then run.

Rolled 22

>>31941159
>other(blame the Psychopath)

>>31941159
>>Stick with the cops, the psychopath behind you can't touch you if you're with the cops.

Do we still have our claws out?

>>31941183
Second this, hopefully we can get the cops off our back and onto him.

Rolled 55

>>31941159
hmm cops who were shoting at you or crazy dude who may or may not want to pop a bolt in your head NOPE KEEP RUNNING!

>>31941159
>Keep running, you're not getting booked tonight.
Make sure our hands aren't still CLAWS and point the cops at the crazy old dude with a crossbow and run into the sunset.

>>31941159
keep running holy shit

>>31941183
This

>>31941183

You scream bloody murder, pointing at the offending psycho at your back. The cops look at each other. One peeks down the alley, but the man's already running in the opposite direction. "Stop!" the officer yells, running in pursuit.

You make to run as well, but the other cop grabs your arm and stops your escape - his attention is still focused on his partner, and your general crazy apperance, so there's a chance he hasn't noticed the claw thing yet. "Slow down, you're safe now," he says forcefully.

>Quick, hide the claws!
>The switchblade, shank him while he's distracted! No wait, that's a really stupid idea.
>Resist arrest.
>Slow down, apparently you're safe now.
Dice.

Rolled 5

>>31941297
>>Quick, hide the claws!

Rolled 24

>>31941297

>Quick, hide the claws!

>>31941297
>Hide the Claws
then
>Slow down. apparently you're safe now.

We don't have a gun, and there's no reason for them to arrest us. I don't see the problem in taking 5

Rolled 67

>>31941297
>>Quick, hide the claws!

>>31941297
>Quick, hide the claws!
Quick, hide the claws!

Rolled 19

quick hide claws
>QUICK HIDE CLAWS

>>31941328

You force your hands back to normal through sheer application of willpower, and yet there is still the question of what to do about your current predicament.

>>31941365
gonna have to agree with this guy
>>31941336
Let's chill with the po-po. We're basically dead at this point, some rest will do us good, even if it IS in jail.

>>31941336
Aren't we covered in blood?

Rolled 44

>>31941365
would suggest we keep running thare going connect the dots soon or later that and the fact we are dripping in blood is not exacty a good sign so i suggest we leg it out of thare too uh come to think of it DO we have a safe house somewhare also no assurences that the guy who got bolted is dead really in any case LEG IT!

>>31941429
Caught in the crossfire, got blood splattered on us.

>>31941391

Despite your fight or flight instinct yelling at you to take flight, you're tired out. You give up.

The officer looks at you and lets go once he sees you're done running. He looks horrified at your appearance. "You're banged up pretty bad," he says. He makes you sit down as he pulls a first aid kit out of the car. "Can you tell me what happened? What's your name"

You're sure the cops are here in response the the shootout. You can tell he suspects your involvement to the degree that you're not going anywhere except with him in that cop car to the police station.

>Tell the truth. Omit the interesting parts.
>Say nothing. You don't like cops.
>Try to lighten the mood through humor.
>Break down. You're done.
>Other (?)
Finishing up soon.

>>31941527
>>Break down. You're done.

>>31941527

>Break down. You're done.

Rolled 42

>>31941527
say you don't remember, that you woke up and that perverted psycho was standing over you
but then you heard loud bangs and the psycho went to check it out
you escaped then

>>31941527
>>Break down. You're done.

>>31941527
This has been a pretty harrowing experience.
I'm voting
>Break down. You're done.
I mean shit. We lost our bestest maybe friend who didn't want to bone us to a crazy demon dude who apparently is the same as us. This day could have gone better.

>>31941527
>Break down. You're done.
Why not? Might as well just capitulate for now and work on a jailbreak or something. Hell, as long as we don't implicate ourselves much they might not have enough evidence to pin us anyway.

>>31941527
>break down

>>31941642
I don't see what evidence they could have in the first place.

>>31941679
Might have eye-witnesses, or if nothing from this fight, previous stuff they can tie to us.

The man’s completely normal emotional state and annoying aura of authority pulls you the wrong way. When he asks you what happened, you stare off into space. You can still smell blood on you. You can smell Monster’s blood on your hands. You look down. You’re literally dripping with blood. Most of it isn’t yours. You can’t recognize any of the smells but Benjamin’s. You go to wipe it off, but it’s everywhere. You can’t get away from it. Images of Ben bleeding out and Reaper getting his throat cut out keep replaying before your eyes, flanked by a menacing figure with a gold-fire spewing crossbow.

The cop senses something’s off. “Ma’am, are you all right?”

You say nothing. You’re done. You’re done with everything.

You start sobbing.

-END PART 1-

So, kind of a rocky start, but I hope you guys enjoyed yourselves as much as I did. So, what went wrong, what went right? I realize the premise could have been explained better so there weren’t so many misconceptions. I was antsy to get through, so that’s my bad.

I may be starting a new job tomorrow, but if not, I’ll probably be up at the same time in the morning. I’ll post up on twitter tonight as soon as I know my plans.

https://twitter.com/HellbornQuest

>>31941793
I enjoyed it. You got a good sense of pacing.
Only thing that struck me has already been covered; We don't know jack-shit about this grill or what she can do, but that's probably intentional.

>>31941793
I'd say solid start, and I actually felt bad when Monster went down.

Was there anyway we could've avoided the blood bath of our crew?

>>31941793
whens the next time we going to pick this quest up again?

>>31941793
you didn't call the namefag out on his stupid shit

otherwise yeah pretty cool

Rolled 48

>>31941828
this

>>31941793
I liked it, only thing that was annoying was that edgy as fuck namefag but whatevs.

>>31941828

Yeah, we'll learn more about Sierra next time. I intentionally kept you in the dark, for good or ill. I thought the mystery would be compelling, and didn't want to be bogged down by backstory when you don't care about the character yet.

>>31941841

It could have gone differently. You did pretty good, though, with getting Monster to pick up the SMG and stopping the molotov. It could have gone a lot worse. You don't really know the extent of the damage yet, you only know Trevon told you they all died.

>>31941867

Tomorrow, maybe the same time this one went up. If plans change it'll be on the twitter (sorry in advance). It probably won't be as long as we were today, but it is what it is. Is there a time that would be preferable?

>>31942077
4:00 PM Pacific would be coo', but whatever works for you. Also, you archiving this baby?

>>31941793
I liked it, thanks for running

>>31941841
It could've been a lot worse, at least we got the women and children out

>>31942271
We could build up the Cobras again in a few years, if it came to it

>>31942286
>Just had full blown magical realm thoughts enter my mind

Please forgive me

>>31942313
Your absolution comes after 10 Hail Marys and 14 Hail Satans.

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>Blood

>>31942313
Share with the class anyways. Especially if it involves vagina snakes.

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>>31942468
It mostly involves the MC growing a demonic dick and impregnating the widowed girlfriends to produce more demon children to rule the streets.

Its not too horrible but still full magical realm

>>31942562
not my fetish...

>>31942077
Was pretty neat. Just don't listen to the retarded namefag.

>>31942077
I usually give a quest about 5 threads before following, just to let the OP get comfortable and see what direction the writing is going in. So far, so good. Just squash the namefag before he ruins it for all of us.

I assume it's going to be in the next thread, but a description of how Sierra looks would be nice.

so we're basically a lucifuge hunter with lots of power prone to going nuts and demoning out or something.

>>31942142

I just archived it. I haven't really done this before, so I'm bumbling around.

>>31942880

Indeed. In the mean time, she looks pretty much like the OP pic.

>>31942931

Sounds cool to me.

And we're on track for tomorrow, 10:00 Mountain time. Sorry about the awkward schedule, it's when I have the biggest chunk of time available

>>31943057
Cool.

Also one tiny qualm: Gold plated deagle is kind of silly. Doesn't quite fit with the serious tone of the rest of the quest has. That said, it was pretty cool and I'll be looking forward to the next thread.

>>31943057
yeah, Lucifuge are a New World of darkness thing. Descendants of lucifer who have demonic-ish power, sorta guilted by the Lucifuge (Also known as the Lady in milan. An Immortal woman who's intentionally ambiguous as far as the game system's writing is. She could be a literal daughter of satan for all we know, a random demon, or just someone who hasn't aged since the eight hundreds. All we know is she makes the descendants she tracks down hunt evil things for redemption and kills those that are unwilling to do so.)

>>31941793
>I realize the premise could have been explained better so there weren’t so many misconceptions.
Honestly, the only misconceptions seemed to have been by idiots, if it wasn't just one troll.
You did good job OP.