With a blink, the girl disappears. The endless city disappears. In their place, you stand on a small platform, suspended in the sky. Clouds float both above and below you, with shadows and rays of light intermingling. Lilacs are suspended above you, a sweet smell that calms you.

A cat sits on a bench, staring into the distance. A set of train tracks follows the cat's gaze, and you wonder if a train is coming. Since this is a dream, you think, there's no harm in taking the train if it comes. And if it doesn't come...

You look around the platform, which floats on the clouds. There is no ladder. There are no steps. There is no way down. Well, no way except for the natural way. Gravity works, as Newton decreed it should. You hop up and down to test it. Yes, gravity still applies, even in dreams.

The cat yawns, and you kick at a loose floorboard. The train hasn't come yet.

>Decisions:
There is a primary and a secondary decision making system. The primary system is for choosing a path. The secondary decision is for choosing a way to feel about your decision-- are you happy? Sad? Afraid?

>Dice are only employed where luck is a factor. If the decision is out of your hands in some way, dice will be employed. For now, we'll roll 1d100, best of three. This may change later on.

>Primary
「」 Wait for the train. Good things come to those who wait.
「」 Dive off the platform. It's a dream, so you'll wake up before you hit the ground.
「」 Tear up the floorboard. What lies beneath?

>Secondary
「」 Carefree. It's a dream, so there's nothing to worry about.
「」 Analytical. What could all of this mean?
「」 Scared. This may be a nightmare, for all you know.

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>>31989543
And a picture.

>>31989543
[x] Tear up the floorboard. What lies beneath?
[x] Analytical. What could all of this mean?
Screw your moonrune boxes of weird spacing.
Also, pet the kitty.

>>31989543
>「x」 Wait for the train. Good things come to those who wait.
>「x」 Carefree. It's a dream, so there's nothing to worry about.

>>31989543
>「x」 Dive off the platform. It's a dream, so you'll wake up before you hit the ground.
>「x」 Carefree. It's a dream, so there's nothing to worry about.

>>31989613
Going with this.

>>31989543
>「x」 Dive off the platform. It's a dream, so you'll wake up before you hit the ground.
>「x」 Carefree. It's a dream, so there's nothing to worry about.

Rolled 2

Okay, voting closed. Flipping a coin to resolve a deadlock.

Well, you might as well enjoy this for what it is. A dream is a release from the stress of the day. Most are, at least. This one has been quite relaxing so far. Nothing has happened, really. Just a girl on a cube and a nice platform in the sky. Why waste this serene landscape? The light, playing with the clouds like fingers through silk, is quite nice to watch.

But this isn't good enough. Dreams are to be enjoyed, yes, but you can only watch the world go by for so long. You look at the horizon, petting the small cat, and realize that nothing is coming. If there's no train to wait for, you think, then there's really only one way to go.

You step towards the edge of the platform, and the cat meows. Did you own a cat? Maybe.

Smiling at the little black furball, you step off the edge and immediately the wind catches you as you fall.

But it's not a dangerous fall. You feel embraced by the breeze. You smile, and you realize that this must be what flying is like.

(Decision point next post.)

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You gently descend through the clouds, looking below you to see your final destination point. A green, sharp world awaits you below. As you fall, you realize that despite the world of green, there are no trees. This is not a forest. No, by the looks of the reflection upon the waves, there is water below you.

You crash into the water, like a cannonball you once did as a child.

But it doesn't hurt. This was not a fall meant to hurt you, as you knew from the start. As you rise from the water, you see that it only goes up to your ankles. Logic is lost on this place; a fall from miles above into this place would never hurt you.

Small plants lie around you, covering the brackish water. Small fireflies flit around them, somehow visible in the bright daylight. The only thing you can see besides the plants are large grey forks that blend into the sky near the top, becoming almost transparent. They feel like gates to you, hundreds. They lead down a path that you can't see the end of.

There are people going down this path. You wonder where it leads.

>You are now 「Impatient」.

>Primary
「」 Follow the people. They will lead you somewhere.
「」 Leave the gates. Travelling on the beaten path leads nowhere good.
「」 Dive below. This is a world of three dimensions. It is your world.

>Secondary
「」 Laughing. How awesome was it to see the whole world at once!
「」 Wonder. How many more secrets does this world hold?
「」 Regret. Perhaps if you had waited, the train would have come...

>>31989835
>「x」 Leave the gates. Travelling on the beaten path leads nowhere good.
>「x」 Wonder. How many more secrets does this world hold?

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You dismiss the people traveling through the gates. Surely the gates were set up by those who had explored this place before. People will follow the ones who make the path. You know that well.

>You are now 「Brave」.

You continue to travel the large swamp, and you walk for a billion years. That long span of time goes by in a single second in dream time, and before you know it you have crossed the swamp and found dry land. There, the ground is dry and gray, devoid of moisture or life. Completely unlike the worlds you've visited before now.

Still exciting, though. Variety is the spice of life.

Continuing to walk the dead plains, you happen upon a sight that you would have never expected. A huge being, standing on thin spider-legs, hovers above a floating fish. No, not a fish, you realize. A whale.

Poised above the whale, dwarfing it, you realize that the creature is a virus. Just like the ones you learned about so long ago, in science class. Microscopic. Then, you realize the irony of the scene. A whale, one of the largest creatures on Earth, next to an oversized virus, one of the smallest creatures on Earth. How quaint.

But as you know, you can only stand still for so long, in a dream.

>Primary:
「」 Call out to the whale. It doesn't seem aware of the danger it's in!
「」 Leave the whale. You might be misunderstanding.
「」 Destroy the virus. The most direct solution.

>Secondary:
「」 Alarm. This thing is so large that it's starting to pierce the clouds!
「」 Inquisitive. How could this thing stand on such thin legs?

「x」 Destroy the virus. The most direct solution.
「x」 Inquisitive. How could this thing stand on such thin legs?

>>31990050
WE ROLL THE VIRUS! It's a polyhedralical dice with funny legs!

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No. Although this may be a dream, it must have rules. Rules that you determine, since you are the source of the dream. Since they are your rules, you can determine them at your command. Gravity exists to suit your whims. Water makes you wet when you want it to. And this large being had angered you.

>You are now 「Irritable」.

It had broken the rules that you knew. "Legs must sustain the body." And before your eyes, as if by magic, the legs of the great beast broke themselves and the great body above fell. The whale, as if it were a skittish fish, flits away with a swish of it's tail, avoiding the collapse of the great virus.

The polyhedralical thing falls. As it hits the ground, it splits open with a massive groaning noise and strange liquid begins to pour from the opening. Liquid gushes over the featureless landscape, flooding the landscape like a biblical apocalypse.

Finally, as you stand upon a rock great enough to support yourself on (how did it get there?), you look at the new landscape. The sky reflects the new ocean of liquid, just as the ocean of liquid reflects the stars that have appeared in this place. You look around. It is the rock and you.

That is, until you see the girl. A huge bubble forming below her, she stands there before an eerie light. You wonder how she got there, and where she came from. The bubble expands, and she keeps her footing despite the changing landscape below her.

>Primary:
「」 Ask the girl where you are. Perhaps she knows.
「」 Dive into the ocean of liquid. If you can reach the girl...
「」 Ignore the girl. What point is there? It's your dream.

>Secondary:
「」 Disgusted. There are human faces in that liquid.
「」 Lonely. She's so far away...

>>31990346
>「X」 Dive into the ocean of liquid. If you can reach the girl...
>「X」 Lonely. She's so Far Away...

「x」 Ask the girl where you are. Perhaps she knows.
「x」 Lonely. She's so far away...

>>31990365
Diving in virus goo?

>>31990380
Second

>>31990381
Why not? We can spontaneously enact the sqaure-cube law, after ignoring gravity. Why would infection chance or vector matter here?

>>31990407
Right. Almoat forgot that we are the mind.

For now.

Voting closed. 2 votes for asking the girl, so it wins.

Post up shortly.

"Hey! Can you hear me!" You yell at the top of your lungs, hoping that the girl will hear you. From so far away, you can barely make out her silhouette as she turns towards you.

"Yes?" You hear her voice in return, a nostalgic voice. Was this your mother? Or was it not your mother? And strangely enough, it is as if her voice were coming from right next to you.

"Where am I?" You ask the question. The grounding question, the question that brought stability to this chaos.

"Where do you think?" It was a rebuttal. The question had been turned upon you.

"That- that doesn't answer my question!" You yell back.

"Of course it does. You should think more often." The girl giggles a little. An eyeball stalk crawls out of her hair.

"After all, where do you think?" You stop for a second.

(Decision point next post.)

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> You are 「sociable」.

"We should end the wandering now. If you're asking these questions, then your sense of self should have returned." You get a strange sense from the girl. As if she weren't supposed to be here.

She touches the bright light next to her, and it expands, rapidly growing. From a small size, it grows into a sun, engulfing the sea. Before you know it, it engulfs you as well.

And then, you're in a city street. It's softly snowing, and a streetlight casts a glow over the white dust.

The girl is besides you. Her form shifts, stopping you from getting a clear view of what she looks like.

"Who are--" She stops you with a warm finger to your lips.

"You should know yourself before you get to know others." You try to ask her again, but she doesn't respond.

The light on the other side of the street is red. You know what that hand means.

>Primary:
「」 Cross the street. There aren't any cars coming.
「」 Turn around. Explore the other way.
「」 Go down the street. In boundaries, one may find something neither side holds.

>Secondary:
「」 Questioning. Was this girl the same girl I saw before?
「」 Comforted. You were lonely. Now there is another.

>Sorry I'm taking so long to write these. I'm thinking a lot about what we're doing, and the pictures are important right now.

>>31990615
>「X」 Go Down the street. In boundaries, one may find something neither side holds.
>「X」 Comforted. You were lonely. Now there is another.

>>31990615
Whatevs, bitch be cray cray. Go down the street maybe something good pops up.

「x」 Cross the street. There aren't any cars coming.
「X」 Comforted. You were lonely. Now there is another.

Also, OP, don't worry about how long it takes you to write the scene and find the pictures. Imagery is good, especially if we're dealing with something dream-esque.

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You're glad for the company. Although there were people before her, this girl seems different than the rest. By the way she talks, she must know you. And you can't shake the feeling of nostalgia you get from hearing her voice. As you search your memories, you remember your mother. Her warm embrace.

No. This girl is not your mother.

You defy the rules, walking into the street. A forbidden boundary. People become concerned when you walk the line, but you don't care. You live in the places other people look away from. It is there that you find your companions, society's dregs. This is a world specially for you: the boundary between two norms.

A spray can appears in your hands. A familiar scent comes from the metal cylinder, wet paint. Such works you've created with this small device, color painted over the grey world everyone calls home. Giving out souls. Some pieces were legit. Some weren't. Doesn't matter to you what they think.

>Who are you: A graffiti artist.
>Athletics +2
>Stealth +1
>Craft: Graffiti +3
>Expression +1
>Streetwise +1

You continue down the street, your current identity firm. The cars are frozen, but not parked. Stopped in mid-drive, like time had frozen in place. You see shadows in the seats, their faces obscured.

But who do you see when you look closer?

>Primary:
「」 My friends. Dirty bastards, but we're closer than you can imagine.
「」 My idol. A great artist, one I aspire to be someday.
「」 My family. Haven't seen them in a while, but they're still important to me.

I don't actually have a picture for this one, but it's still important. So have a picture we'll be seeing a lot of.

「」 My friends. Dirty bastards, but we're closer than you can imagine.

also, op has great taste in images.

>>31990834
>「X」 My idol. A great artist, one I aspire to be someday.

>>31990834
Thanks for all these new pics XYN, I'm liking them all. You have excellent taste.

Rolled 2

Voting closed now that I've got the new image. Coin flip time.

>>31990834
>My works of art, given life. I had always made them with a certain idea of who they were and how they think, be they people or animals.

>>31990996
>>31990984
2minutes2late huh?

>>31991012
Yeah, sorry dude. It was a pretty cool idea though, so I'm incorporating it into the final post.

>>31991056

This pleases me, as it was a pretty cool idea.

Tribal/specialized style graffiti people and creatures possibly coming to life.

>>31991088
....did I just make TWEWY Quest?

>>31991137
I've actually been thinking the same thing as I write it.

Post incoming, BTW.

>>31991137

If you did I'm totally okay with this..
TWEWY, second generation.

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>>31991177
Sorry to disappoint you, but for what I have planned, this will not be TWEWY Quest.

>「X」 My idol. A great artist, one I aspire to be someday.

You look into the car, and see the face of the man you want to be someday. The man that you got into your major for. After getting out of that drab little town in the middle of nowhere and into the big city, you heard that he was teaching at a local college, and you just had to get in. It took a lot of studying and more willpower than you thought you had (you've never been good at tests) to get in, but you finally did.

Only to find that he had resigned last semester.

You were crushed. You had gotten into this college for this man, damn it! And now he's gone!? What the hell!

The day you found out, you scribbled that man's face into your sketchbook hundreds of times. And now, looking into these cars, you see those sketches. Each filled with frustration and suffering. After that day, you resolved to chase after him, improving every day, but...

"I remember when you made these." The woman besides you pipes up. You look at her. Was there someone else that day?

"But don't mind me. Keep going.

>Who were you: A college student chasing after his idol.
>Academics +1
>Expression +1
>Socialize +1
>Empathy +1
>Academics: Art +1

You continue down the road, gently brushing the car doors with your fingertips as you walk.

And finally, you see that the cars have stopped. The light from the stars above has ceased, and the only illumination comes from streetlights that violate your eyes with neon that's far too bright.

There is another girl, standing there in the road, staring at you. From the look of her, she has a sword on her back.

>Primary:
「」 Say hello. Gotta make a good first impression.
「」 Stay back. There's something about her.
「」 Ask the girl what to do. She seems to know more than you.

>Secondary:
「」 Fear. Why does that girl have a sword?
「」 Nostalgic. Does this girl seem familiar to you?

>>31991221
>「X」 Ask the girl what to do. She seems to know more than you.
>「X」 Nostalgic. Does this girl seem familiar to you?

「x」 Stay back. There's something about her.
「x」 Nostalgic. Does this girl seem familiar to you?

>>31991221
>Say hello. Always good to have people with swords on your side.

>Calm/Fear. Eh, people can't pull swords from their back, it's just not practi-...I'm in a dream. Maaaaybe I should be careful.

Rolled 1

>>31991287
Voting closed.

Rolling 1d3 for primary. Secondary is 「」Nostalgic.

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Looking at her, there's something about her silhouette that reminds you of something. Something in your past. Not as far back as your childhood, but back when you first moved into the city. The girl with the ponytail and the piercing glare... who could that have been?

Oh, that was right. The girl by the alleyway. On some of your midnight runs, when you were completing a really big piece and needed more paint, you passed by this one alleyway. That girl was always standing by that alleyway at midnight. As if waiting for someone. You never talked to her, afraid that your piece would be found before it was complete, but she intrigued you.

Then one day, she was gone. As if she had never been there at all.

But besides that, you need to know how to handle her. Why was she in your dream? Maybe this girl would know.

You turn to her, and she smiles, pointing back at the girl.

You turn once more. She's gone. As if she had never been there at all.

"Alright. I think I understand." The blurry girl nods to herself. A sharp thing that you can't place comes from her side, then retracts into her shirt. "Your base, in other words."

>What lies beneath: A reliance on others.
>Brawl -1
>Survival -1
>Empathy +1
>Persuasion -1
>Subterfuge -1
(1/2)

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>>31991584
"Now, " She pauses for a second. "one more thing. Just one. But you might be surprised at what that one thing is." She nods once more, and walks forward. You follow her, thinking that she knows this place better than you do.

But wait. That makes no sense. Who knows you better than you?

The place that you arrive is somewhat familiar to you. That alleyway. The one that the girl always stood besides. But there's also footsteps in the small covering of snow on the ground. And there's a red light in the building next to you.

"Go." The girl speaks up once more.

>Primary:
「」 Go into the alleyway. What was the truth?
「」 Follow the footsteps. Where do they go?
「」 Go into the building. What is that light?

>Secondary:
「」 Worried. Something isn't right here.
「」 Resolved. If this is important, then you've got to face it with your best face.

「x」 Go into the building. What is that light?
「x」 Worried. Something isn't right here.

>>31991609
>「」 Go into the alleyway. What was the truth?

>「」 Worried. Something isn't right here.

I'm going to wait about 5 more minutes until I can get a good pic, then close voting.

Rolled 2

Alright, tossing a coin to see what the primary is. Voting's over.

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Gripped in something you can't describe, you look down the dark alleyway. The beating of your heart skyrockets. You feel something coming back. Something you didn't want to come back.

Slowly, carefully, you start down the alleyway, looking back at the blurred girl to reassure yourself.

The expression on her face is strange. A mixture of regret and excitement, if that makes sense.

You turn back to the darkness. Step by step, even with a waking part of your brain urging you to turn back, you press on.

It seems like hours before you feel darkness engulfing you. There is no light. None at all.

Until one light flickers on. And you remember why you didn't want to come here.

The girl lies pinned to the wall, hundreds of nails piercing every single part of her body. Like a human hedgehog, bleeding, thick streams of blood running down to the ground where it pools underneath her.

You remember now why you hadn't seen that girl again. She had been killed by a serial murderer.

And you were the first to discover the body one year ago.

(1/2)

The police questioned you for what felt like forever, that first time. After that, they couldn't find anything proving your guilt, so they let you go. But they watched you. They watched you for a long time. And you're certain that they're still watching you. Waiting for you to slip up. They don't care about the graffiti, no. They want you to convict yourself, to slip up and let them catch the fucker that's been doing these things. Because that girl wasn't the last, and she wasn't the first.

But you never cared about that. Because it was your fault.

If you had just talked to her, done something, anything at all, you could have saved her. If she wasn't near that damned alley, she wouldn't have died. If you hadn't just run past her every day, ignoring her, then you could have stopped it!


BUT YOU DIDN'T. AND YOU LET HER DIE.


You tried to tell yourself that it wasn't your fault. That it was the serial killer's fault. But when you see something like that, a human being reduced to so much meat like that, something twists inside you.

>Outer Distortion: I let the girl in the alleyway die. I could have done something about it, but I didn't.
>Distortion: A secret that noone must ever find out. A secret that, even if based on a false premise, has enough power to destroy your sanity if revealed.

"One last thing..." The blurred girl wraps her arms around you, from behind you. They feel warm, but uncomfortable. Unnatural.

"How do you feel now? Tell me, what are you thinking about?"

>Primary:
「」 Nihilism. How pointless it all is. Why live if you can just die like this, at any moment?
「」 Righteousness. You can never let this happen to anyone again. EVER.
「」 Disgusting joy. A little part of you... enjoys this.

>There are no normal options. There is a reason for this.

>>31992227
> Outer Distortion
> Rightiousness

Even if we're in over our heads

Alright, I'll call the voting there. Unless someone gets in before I post the next one, we're going with Righteousness.

>>31992298

I agree with this.

>>31992227
>「」 Righteousness. You can never let this happen to anyone again. EVER.
>Outer Distortion: I let the girl in the alleyway die. I could have done something about it, but I didn't.

Memento Mori, remember to live every moment of your life, live up to your choices, etc.

Part of me feels like we've made a mistake choosing Outer Distortion.

Who knows whwn we'll learn our secret... wait, is it our secret?

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That's right. That day, after you had saw that girl, a flame had lit deep in your heart. You couldn't let that happen, ever again. Not to anybody.

At first, it started with looking for the serial killer. It was dangerous, you knew that, but you couldn't let that happen to anyone else. That was a mantra you repeated to yourself, over and over. You can't let that happen again. You can't let that happen again. You can't let that happen again.

Then, as time went on, it expanded to more things. Injustices you saw in the street. Where other people would see news of crimes in the newspaper and shrug, you couldn't. You remembered that night in the alleyway and you refused to let that happen to anyone else ever again. So you became a vigilante of sorts. Just one man with a baseball bat.

You had been taken in by the police a couple times after that. They warned you that the next time this happened, they wouldn't let it slide. But you didn't stop. You couldn't stop, you wouldn't let yourself. You made sure never to kill, but when you saw a mugging or a robbery in this big city, you always intervened with whatever was at hand. A bat, or a plank. It didn't matter. You usually were the one getting beat down on anyway.

Even when you went to the hospital, you never regretted it. You can't let that happen again.

>Inner Distortion: A twist in the way that you think. An obsession, or something just fundamentally wrong with you. You had to have one, or you wouldn't be in the War in the first place.

>Our Inner Distortion: Righteousness. You can't let someone die through your inaction ever again.

>As the QM, I can "invoke" this at appropriate times. Even when it would be a disadvantage to you, if someone is in trouble, you have to save them. More on this later.

(1/2)

>So far, given what we've chosen, this is what my inner picture of our protagonist is. If anybody has any better pictures, please put them forth.

>>31992509
A small clarification, before I continue writing. The last post, BTW. It's kinda late where I am. You didn't "choose" your Outer Distortion, that's what it is. I was explaining what a Distortion was, or at least your Outer Distortion. You let the girl in the alleyway die. Even if it's based on a false premise, if someone finds that out, they can use it against you.

Anyway, continuing on.

>>31992534
Sorry for m confusion XYN.

Also, just to let you know, I'm enjoyin this quest you've made and can't wait to see where it goes.

Just keep going man

>>31992516
So I'm seeing a couple of ways forward from here:

>git gud or die
don't change, and just keep at the obsession until there's no one to stop or we've been killed

>arts
let the obsession bleed into the grafiti, then either cultivate it and meet new people, or learn some supernatural stuff

>git practical
Education, martial arts, police training. Learn why this happens and stop it at the source.

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As you remind yourself of the goal that has consumed your life since then, you feel the arms around you tighten. A small slithering sensation causes you to twitch, but the embrace feels warm and welcoming. Nostalgic. Yet at the same time, it feels unnatural.

"So, you've finally rediscovered yourself." The girl coos, and you look at the arm around your neck. It is no longer blurry. Instead, it's as pale as the grave, covered in stitches. A small millipede stretches in a gap between some of the thread on her arm, and you shiver a little.

"It's good to see you again. I was afraid I had lost you." The voice sounds motherly, yet seductive in a way.

You turn around, to look at her in her full glory. You can see her for what she is now.

"Welcome back, my king." Eyestalks stretch out of her hair with spindly spider legs. Her skin is covered in stitches, as if she were sewn together like a doll. Her clothing is rough and patchwork, with loose threads coming out everywhere. Insects crawl all along her, as if she were a hive for the things.

"Who-- no, what are you!?" You're taken aback by her alien appearance. She smiles a little, her eyes falling downward.

"You forgot me?" She smiles again.

"I am your Shadow. Your true self."

>FIN #1

Now, I'm going to field a few questions before I head to bed. I'm pretty tired, so it'll be pretty soon.

Once again, my twitter is @GMMindQuest.

I intend to run some time tomorrow, late like today. I hope to see you guys there as well!

>>31992641
>Not Noise-based Shadow
dagnabbit

>>31992669
Thanks for the run XYN.

Just curious, but when you mentioned this wasn't TWEWY, what inspirations or guide did you have for this quest? Or none in particular?

>>31992726
I could name a lot of inspirations for the setting, but right now that would be spoilers, so...

One that I can name is Psychonauts, for the mental landscape idea. Other than that, I just went with my gut for what to write, trying to link together the pictures I had found with some trippy imagery.

If anybody has any critique to give, by all means. I want to improve as a writer to give you better quality next time.

>>31992787
sooo this ISN'T inspired by Persona? color me surprised

>>31992800
If it is, we shouldn't pry anymore.

He has surprises to keep.

>>31992800
Yeah, I'm just gonna go with >>31992815 on this one.

I tried to archive the thread, but the archive is 403ing when I try to view the thread in the archive. Any way I can fix that?

>>31992787
I actually think your writing is great for the most part. Someone else may have may have more valid input.

I would say stick with what you have but everyone has room for improvement.

> i know anything on writing

>>31992847
suptg of foolz?

>>31992847
It says it didn't archive properly. I guess you should try again or contact the admin.

Worst case just save the foolz link.

>>31992868
>>31992869
Works for me now. I've got the sup/tg/ link and the foolz link, so everything should be okay.

Oh! Almost forgot. Here's the link to our character sheet so far: http://pastebin.com/6EYhGrUz

We also need a name for our guy! Any ideas?

>>31992913
> Googled graffiti artists
Banksy
Keith Haring
> Googled baseball players
Jackie Ro- no
Babe Ru-no...
Lou Gehrig?

Lou "Red" Hering?

>>31993007
Jack Harking