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>>32869254
But enough about that. What’s more important is that you are Captain Valdessa Atroxius, dreaded naga space pirate and captain of The Sol Regret, and just recently you’ve been found–

"Outlaw Valdessa Atroxius, this is Fleet Admiral Kytan Graveside. You are wanted for the assault and destruction of a merchant vessel in Gatoran controlled space, an offense seen as declaring war on the Gatoran Empire itself. Surrender now and your execution will be swift."

Yeah. That. The massive bear of a lion of a man that issued this accusation was currently glaring at you while enveloping the entire viewscreen of your bridge and it took everything in your power to even stifle that giggle you failed to suppress.

"What is it?! I demand to know what amuses you so!" His scowl only deepens as he demands answers from you.

"Kitten?" You question back. "They sent someone named 'Kitten' after me?"

This, of course, does nothing for his mood. You're pretty sure you even saw his manelike hair frizz up in rage.

"Kytan, damn you! Kytan! It is an honorable name my family has been proud to carry for untold generations!"

"Of course, of course. Look, Kitten–"

"Kytan!"

"Right. Anyways, I attacked that vessel in neutral space fair and square and on top of that it had a few too many droid armies to be considered a simple merchant vessel and thirdly, it self-destructed. I just looted the damn thing and barely got away with that much."

Both your crew and his go silent and stare at you.

"Uhh, I mean what vessel?" You flash him big toothy grin, showing off your fangs in their full glory.

>>32869277
Kytans coughs. "As I was saying, that vessel was plundered in Gatoran space, as you will see in the data we have sent you." You’ll be damned, it’s just as he says. Gatoran controlled space just barely dips into the route the shuttle you raided was taking, and only at the siot where you attacked them. Had you been just five minutes earlier or later, a Gatoran armada wouldn’t currently have all of their guns trained on you. "We were going to destroy that vessel and execute its captain for trespassing, an offense seen as declaring war on the Gatoran Empire itself, but since you destroyed it before we could and since you attacked foreigners whilst they were treading upon Gatoran land, I am honorbound to eliminate every last trace of your existence. Surrender now and it will be a swift and painless execution."

"Uhh, right. We'll get right back to you on that one." With that, you click off the viewscreen and turn to your crew.

"Cernu, any chance we can just jump out of here?"

"Synchronization at twenty percent. We will need at least one hour and forty minutes before we can safely step through the Dub."

Boros! That means you'll have to busy Admiral Kitten McHonorkill and his fleet of trigger happy murderships over there for more than an hour and a half! But how…

>Try to finagle the terms of your surrender. Anything to keep him talking and not shooting.
>Challenge him to a duel in single combat. It will take some time to set up and it’s not like you have to fight fair.
>Just unload everything on him and hope for the best. That is the last thing he will be expecting. You hope, at least.

>>32869293
>Challenge him to a duel in single combat. It will take some time to set up and it’s not like you have to fight fair.

>>32869293
>buy time by demanding payment for services rendered/option 1
Bullshit about how you did his people a service by destroying a ship they were going to destroy, and how they may in fact owe you some financial compensation before eventually executing us. Then dicker over how much.

OP pic needs colour.

>>32869573
Its just a random sketch I found on /tg/. I would love to have something more piratical, but pictures of naga space pirates are understandably hard to find.

>>32869408
Well, so long as we make outrageous demands of how the duel goes down, this works. You know, pistols at dawn or something.

>>32869418
I gotta second this.

It's so... Valdessa

At least what we've seen of her.

>>32869293
Got to go with this
>>32869418
But, if not then
>Duel.

If there's one thing you know how to do, it's lie and stall like your life depended on it. Since it usually did. You hail the Gatoran admiral back, his still-glowering face reoccupying your viewscreen.

"Well, have you come to terms with your inevitable death and decided to turn yourself in?"

"Not exactly. I wanted to discuss the terms of my payment."

His eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets and his face is almost swallowed by bristling hair.

"Payment?! You expect to be paid for insulting the honor of the Gatoran Empire?!"

"You did say you were going to destroy that ship anyways, right?"

"Of course. All trespassers upon the territories of Gato-Gatora deserve nothing short of death."

"And I and my crew destroyed that ship, right?"

"Do not insult my intelligence, naga. Had you not, we wouldn’t currently be talking."

You flash him another fanged grin. "Well the way I see it, that makes us bounty hunters, not outlaws. And bounty hunters get paid for their marks."

"What?! Why you-! How dare you-! That’s not how it works!" He sputters, trying to find the words to counter you. "By destroying the merchant vessel before I could, you have besmirched the proud name of the entire Gatoran Empire, an offense seen as declaring war on the Gatoran Empire itself."

You sigh loudly. "Is there anything you guys DON’T see as declaring war on the Gatoran Empire itself?”

"Unconditional surrender." The look on his face shows you he is completely serious.

"…right. Well we aren’t doing that. Not without getting paid first, at least."

>>32870368
This causes Kytan to pause. "So you WILL surrender, so long as I pay you?"

"We did help you guys out. Payment for services rendered would be the honorable thing, no?"

"…it would." He grudgingly admits.

"Oh! And we get to duel for our freedom. That’s honorable between warriors such as ourselves, right?"

You actually see a hint of a smile crawl onto his face for the first time. "Yes! An honor duel between leaders! You and me in glorious single combat, fighting for the fate of our subordinates."

"Pistols at dawn! Central Time dawn!"

"No." His scowl immediately returning. "We have suffered the insult of your actions long enough. The duel will commence immediately."

"Fine, but it will take place in my hanger."

"Very well. Be ready with the weapon of your choosing."

"Yeah, great. Bye now!"

You click off the view screen and breathe a sigh of relief. You need something strong and stiff to drink after that one. Unfortunately for you, you have a duel to rig.

"I…I can’t believe you just convinced that guy to walk headfirst into such an obvious trap." Helmsman Phillips sits limply, dumbfounded. "I guess that’s why they always told me never make a deal with a naga…"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm the greatest. How much time we got left, Cernu?"

"Seventy minutes until full synchronization." You never liked the monotone in her voice when she went all synch mode on you, but right now that is music to your ears.

>>32870396
SEVENTY MINUTES?

>>32870396
You were able to buy another twenty minutes by pretending your hangar door was malfunctioning, only opening it once he threatened to blast his way in. as the massive Gatoran disembarked from his shuttle, you notice he didn’t bring a single weapon with him to your duel. Or a shirt. Or even any of his army. Meanwhile you tower over even his large frame inside your boarding mech. Huh, you may not even need to spring any of your traps on him.

"You said use any weapon I like, and this is the one I'm most familiar with." Youjustify.

"It will not change your fate." He declares more than boasts.

"So…about my payment."

Kytan hauls a storage unit the size of a small car out of his shuttle with his bare hands and tosses it and the feet, err, tail of your mech.

"Should you die here, this money shall go to your next of kin. Since you and your ilk are unlikely to have any, I shall instead donate it to a charity of your choosing."

"Do you want any pre-duel snacks or beverages? How about we brainstorm on a commemorative t-shirt? Group photo?"

"Have at thee, outlaw!" He leaps forth at you

Well so much for stalling. Looks like you gotta fight this crazy asshole for forty minutes. Good thing you planned ahead with a...

>Mechaniac dogpile! Those madmen can take on anything.
>A security cannon barrage! They're no shipbusters, but he isn’t exactly well armored.
>Just fight the bastard! He can’t be THAT tough.
>Custom

>>32870351
I always accept writeins (within reason), so long as they sound fun to write. Above all else, I want this thing to be stupid, silly lighthearted fun for both you guys and me.

>>32870415
>Just fight the bastard! He can’t be THAT tough.
We're in a freaking mech for crying out loud. Just don't get master asia'd and we can stall him for 40 minutes easy.

Try to get him into a grapple at some point, and hold him.

>>32870449
Nope, its a trap. Gimme a sec to think.

>>32870415
FIRE RETARDANT FOAM
SLIP N SLIDE MOTHERFUCKER

>You had an obstacle course of boxes set up with all the makeshift traps, mines and other assorted goodies setup in the bay while you were delaying. You immediately dive into the maze, which your mech has a map of. Making him run around after you, for the required amount of time. Then when hes almost dead you stage his defeat\death and or ransom and warp out.

>>32870415
Let's dogpile him. We can always pass it off as our crew getting overzelous.
Though, let's try to fight him ourselves first for a little while, to make it look like we taking this seriously.

Zero consensus.

Yay.

>>32870618
It's coo', I'll just try to merge them all into one singular half-baked hodgepodge. It seems like the sort of thing Valdessa would do.

>>32870618
Well, we've not actually got any idea on what to do. The best we can do is give interesting ideas and hope he picks what he likes.

>>32870534
I played that level once. It was bullshit. That's a good idea.
>>32870491
This may also work.

While you had Kytan locked outside your ship, you tried to set up an elaborate death maze full of traps and trickery, but due to lack of time, poor coordination, and heavy inebriation of one or all of your crew, the most you managed in such a short time was a few haphazardly placed crates full of fire suppressant foam canisters from the ship’s fire control system. As the massive Gatoran bounds forth, you detonate the crates, spilling foam across the hangar bay and causing Kytan to slip and faceplant, sliding to a halt right in front of your tail, which you then use to smack him across the hangar back to where he started like a hairy hockey puck.

Despite the new dent in your hangar door, the Gatoran admiral looks no worse for wear. He merely shakes his head and slowly tries to get back up, skidding about in the foam. Before he can grow accustomed to the new terrain, you take advantage of his weakness by sliding across the floor on your belly, letting the momentum and the frictionless turf carry into a sliding tackle.

"This mockery of the most honored tradition will not stand, you gutless-oof!" He tries to proclaim before your bulk slams against him anew. Unfortunately, your momentum slams you against the hangar bay door as well, causing the two of you to thrash about in the slick foam together. Honestly, you had hoped he would be a little too crushed-to-death to keep struggling at this point, so you're at a bit of a loss as to what to do. During your mostly effortless struggles, Kytan gains enough purchase to counterattack by pinning down one of your mech’s arms and…punching it right off at the forearm, holy shit! Nobody told you that was a thing that could happen! You curl your tail above you and use it to push off of him, slamming him once more against the bay door and sliding yourself to relative safety. With this small window of opportunity you call in your ace up your sleeve: the Mechaniacs!

>>32871360
While you climb Kytan’s shuttle to increase the distance between you and him, the top ten elite of that gang of mech-obsessed thugs drop down from the rafters and pile on Kytan, guns blazing and chainsaw blades revving.

"My crew is my most favored weapon of all! This is all totally legit!" You shout from the safety of your vantage point.

…only to watch your ace hurled off and away one by one. You see mechs crushed and limbs torn off in the frenzy, with blue hydraulic fluid spilling trailing. No wait…that’s blood. Yup, totally blood. But wait, don’t humans have red blood? Oh right, the Mechaniacs are all mutants from a world so polluted, toxic, and irradiated that smuggling them aboard your ship is technically considered bio-terrorism. But enough about that, Kytan has just made quick work of your secret trick and even went as far as to use the battered corpse of one Mechaniac mech as a spring board to leap up towards you. Ouroboros, this man is a monster! As he tears away the front plating of your mech’s cockpit, you hear Cernu’s voice through your comm.

"Synchronization complete. Awaiting your word, captain."

Great! Now you just have to find a way to get the invincible asshole currently screaming something about his ancestors off your ship. Thankfully, you have one last last resort up your sleeve.

>Open the hangar bay door and let space take care of it for you.
>Time to put those salvaged missile drones to use.
>Ask nicely?
>Custom

>>32871377
I hope those mechaniacs can put themselves back together.
Let's use a missile drone and shoot him back to his ship. In a literal sense.

>>32871427
So, to do this, I guess just hit him with a missile in the direction of the airlocks, and open/close them at the right time?

>>32871377
>>Time to put those salvaged missile drones to use.

Be sure to claim that, as he is fleeing the field of battle, you are the victor of this honor duel as you shoot him off of your ship.

You try to use the one good arm of your mech to blast him into a more favorable position for your final trick, but he sees it coming and crushes through both the mech and your should with a single stomp. Fucking ow. He then forcibly tears you out of your mech and throws you all the way back down to the hangar floor, but not before grabbing your tail and slamming you against the side of his shuttle first. Double fucking ow. But hey, this is good. You can use this so long as he–

Kytan leaps back down to finish the job, a predatory grin plastered across his face.

–does that. Perfect. He may be nigh unkillable, but damn if he isn’t predictable. He stands over your battered body, poised to take the finishing blow.

"When I heard my opponent was to be a Naga, I was eager to face you, you know." Monologueing. Damn, this guy couldn’t hit any more clichés if he tried. "I have heard legends of your kind’s brutality and prowess. So imagine my disappointment when I was greeted by a mewling cub and her incompetent groupies."

Before he can strike the final blow, you use the arm that isn’t dangling uselessly by your side to thrust one of your cutlasses towards his face. The thrust misses its mark as Kytan catches the blade right between his teeth.

Just as you predicted he would.

With a flick of your wrist the hilt of your cutlass glows red underneath its gold finish, and with the press of a previously hidden button the nanoexplosive charge at the tip of your blade detonates, sending him reeling. As he stumbles, you use your tail to trip him up and slither to safety in one fluid motion.

>>32872106
"You really should save the gloating for after you’ve won." You retort before the floor beneath him erupts into flame, having been shot from outside by one of your looted missile drones. He gets sucked out of the vacuum made by the hole, but the emergency atmospheric shielding activates seconds before you would have been following him out.

"Have you no honor, cur?!" You hear him shout as he careens through space

"Pirate!" You return. "Now if you wouldn’t mind, get us the hell out of here, Cernu!"

Damn, space is cold. Sure you didn’t get sucked out there, but you still almost got sucked out and now you can’t help but feel lethargic. Then again, maybe that’s just the blood loss and internal bleeding speaking. The last thing you feel before you pass out is the familiar tug of the green jump. Dub Steppin, Cernu calls it. Boros, what a silly name. Must be a plant thing. After all, they like stuff like sugary ice instead of…

You don’t open your eyes right when you come to. Instead, you take in the thick warm air, the faint rustling, and the soft trickle of water. You must be in the Green Room. Which means you're alive, so that’s a plus. When you do finally open them, you're greeted by Cernu’s face looking down on you, vines draped between the two of you and those big, mossy eyebrows of hers knitted in worry. She is obviously waiting for you to say something.

>"I can’t feel my legs."
>"How’s the rest of the crew?"
>"Ow."
>Say nothing, just pull her down to your level.
>Custom

>>32872123
>"I can’t feel my legs."
Then ask how things turned out.

>>32872123
>"I can’t feel my legs."

>Say nothing, just pull her down to your level.
I think we deserve a cuddle after that.

>>32872123
>>"I can’t feel my legs."

>>32872123
>Say nothing, just pull her down to your level.

Then after a bit
>"I can’t feel my legs."

>>32872123
>Say nothing, just pull her down to your level.

>>32872123
>Say nothing, just pull her down to your level.

>>32872123
> Custom
Mutter something about being buried in a forest.

You put on your most fearful face and shakily reach up to her to pull her in close. Your voice trembles as you whisper in her ear.

"I can’t feel my legs."

Those amber eyes of hers (they might contain actual amber for all you know) go wide in shock and her lower lip quakes before the implication of your words truly hits her. Soon, her anxious visage is replaced with a wounded pout. You warp your good arm around her neck a pull her down next to you.

"Oh come off it. You're always getting me with some prank or trick, aint it fair that I should get a joke in once in a while?"

Your first mate returns your embrace and buries her head in your neck.

"Your life is never a joke."

You gently stroke her head and coil yourself around her. Cernu is usually as willful as she is enigmatic, but she always gets like this whenever you get yourself too thrashed up. She no doubt dragged you down here singlehandedly after the doc bandaged you up. You press your forehead against hers and simply lie there with her. You always loved the feel of her skin against yours. Soft, almost velvety. Just like a flower. Warm, too. She’s always warmer after a jump, her usual scent of tropical flowers infused with a hint of ozone and incense. You also notice that her usual vest and pants are gone, replaced by a sheer, airy robe you lifted from the luxury liner that was your first hit, so many years ago. It was also the first gift you ever really gave her.

>>32872969
"How’d the rest of the crew make out?" You finally ask her after a stretch of silence.

"Fine. Ship’s fine. Mechaniacs are either stitched up or growing new limbs."

Huh, you didn’t know humans could grow limbs – oh right, mutants.

"I take it the rest of the jump went well?"

"Of course. I got us exactly where you desired." She shifts in your coils and tries to avoid your gaze as she mutters to herself "Though I should have been faster…"

You grab her chin and gently lift her face up until you're staring eye to eye.

"Something you wanna talk about, Cern?"

"The Dub is supposed to be faster than hyperspace, that last jump was…I shouldn’t take that long to synchronize with Drasilios. I should be better than that."

>Comfort her. We all have our off days.
>Inspire her. If she wants to do better than do better.
>Say nothing. Just let her vent and give her a kiss on the forehead when she’s done.
>Custom

>>32872981
>Inspire her. If she wants to do better than do better.

>>32872981
>>Inspire her. If she wants to do better than do better.

>>32872981
>Custom
Is she feeling healthy?
Maybe she needs to visit a ship mechanic/tree doctor.

"Then do better."

This breaks her reverie "What?"

"If you want to do better, then do better. We all got our off days and our sick days, all we can do is work through em and improve."

"But what if it’s worse than that? What if something’s wrong with me? What if Drasilios and I desynchronize entirely?"

"Then just do better" You say with shrug "I didn’t get to where I am today by throwing in the towel the moment things got rough."

Her anxiety washes away with that lilting giggle you love so much. "You've got a shattered shoulder, three cracked ribs, and who knows how many bruised vertebrae."

"Sure, and look at who I got to care for me while I recover." You lean forward and kiss her on her forehead. "Actually, where are we? I don’t remember the Green Room having a fountain." You slowly work your torso up and scan around for the fountain, only to find yourself laying on an oversized lily pad in the middle of a decently sized pond. Your crimson jacket and tricorne hat hang on a nearby branch."I swear, this place gets bigger every time I come here."

Cernu leisurely pulls you back down. "Navnolias are masters of spatial manipulation."Her hands begin to wander hungrily across your dusky brown skin as she buries her head your almost-white hair "Now allow me to selfishly enjoy my captain before she must once more return to her crew…"

…you were probably a bit too injured to go braving the underbrush, as it were, but you never could say no to your first mate when she gets like that. Though with that soreness adding to the dull ache of almost dying, you really need some grub in you.

>Eat in the mess hall. Bonding with the crew after a near death experience is always fun.
>Eat with Cernu in the Green Room. You feel like milking her hospitality for a little while more.
>Take your food to your private quarters, you need some alone time.
>Custom

>>32873305
>Eat in the mess hall. Bonding with the crew after a near death experience is always fun.
We've had our fun with cernu, we need to go tell those mechaniacs they did a bang up job out there.

>>32873305
>>Eat in the mess hall. Bonding with the crew after a near death experience is always fun.

>Eat with Cernu in the Green Room. You feel like milking her hospitality for a little while more.

>>32873305
>>Eat in the mess hall. Bonding with the crew after a near death experience is always fun.

Pick a few of Cernu's head-berries as desert.
>>32873327
Also this.

The two of you get dressed after your alone time, though you have to wear your jacket a little loosely since your arm is stuck in a sling. You don’t particularly need help getting dressed, but you know Cernu enjoys fussing over you and you can’t deny that you enjoy it yourself. When you get past the elevator and arrive at the mess hell, you make as dramatic of an entrance as you can muster.

"Avast, me hearties! Another round of the good stuff on me! And another round after that for those tenacious ten willing to so recklessly cast life and limb aside for their captain! Thanks to their efforts and the rest of you scurrilous, scurvy lot, we all live to see what riches tomorrow brings!"

A hearty cheer rises from your crew as they tear into their food and drink their booze. You scan the hall for those ten Mechaniacs who got so brutalized on your behalf and can hardly tell them for the rest of their gang. Some have a few more stitches, one is using his severed arm as a backscratcher and another is drinking his rum out of a bendy straw due to his lack of arms (save the one sticking out of his chest), but aside from that, they are happy and cheerful. You think, anyways. It’s always hard to tell with all that metal welded to their face and their occasional indiscriminate screaming.

>>32873974
Instead you turn your attention to getting something to eat for yourself, as the aroma of food all around you is becoming torturous. Your quartermaster is a swarthy Gatoran by the name of Lyka. The usual bubbly attitude associated with females of her kind has been replaced with a dour demeanor and a sour scowl (though don’t ask her about it unless you want her to empty the ashes of her ever present longstem pipe into your food), but she is still the best damned cook you’ve ever met. You take a big whiff of the plate she offers you and offer her a pleasant smile in return.

"Smells delicious, quartermaster. Might I ask what it is?"

She stares somewhere between angry and blankly at you. "Caught it in tree room. Might technically be tofu. Tofu with teeth. And neck for snapping."

"…right. Carry on, then."

Cernu takes a certain subdued joy in assisting you with your meal while you're content to enjoy the good company of the crew you worked so hard to assemble. But before too long, a loud voice cuts through the background chatter of mealtime.

"Oiy boss! Look at the vidscreen-! Aint it that guy we swakked"

You snap your eyes up to the vidscreen placed on the far end of the mess hall for all to see, and sure enough there he is. That overly enduring bastard Kytan, standing proud before an assembly of mixed species, but mostly Gatorans. You turn up the volume to hear what he is saying.

>>32873986
"…and so as to remedy this egregious insult against the Gatoran Empire and her most honored traditions, I shall hunt down this outlaw naga and bring her to the justice of the Gatoran people! In order to avoid an intergalactic incident or fear of further war, I hereby relinquish my command of the 8th Sectoral Fleet and instead shall take a single cruiser crewed by personnel of my choosing and personally hunt down this shiftless criminal! To the honorless fugitive known as Valdessa Atroxius, I have only this to say: I know you are watching this, and there is no space dark enough to hide you from me, no star too distant for me to track you down to. I will be your end."

The following silence of the crew is broken by a crude laugh from Lyka.

"You have made enemy of Admiral Graveside? Good luck."

You raise your eyebrow at her "You’ve heard of him?" This earns you another harsh chuckle.

"Heard of him? He is living legend. War hero, megafauna slayer for colonists, tougher than diamond made of diamonds. They say he suplexed a Centruvian Nightmare Train with his bare hands."

This news causes the general chatter of the mess hall to return. You should probably feel scared or nervous at the prospect of meeting that thing again, yet you can’t help but smile. When Cernu asks you what’s got you so happy, you pluck one of the fruits from her vines and pop it in your mouth before answering her.

"Because, my dear stolen cargo, I've finally got myself a nemesis! And a damned fine one at that! The whole Kitten thing could be better, but it’s hard to beat Graveside for a nemesis name. And he's an admiral! An legendary admiral who can destroy walking death machines with his bare hands, yet couldn’t finish me off!"

This is shaping up to be quite possibly the best maiming of your life.

END OF THREAD THREE

>>32873352
You already had a few during your earlier fun, by the way

Thread is now archived and if anyone has any questions, feel free to ask.

>>32873997
Hey, thanks for running. Darn lion guy turned out pretty resilient.

>>32874037
When did we actually get that booze? I thought it was still on the todo list. Are they still drinking that not-beer?

>>32874041
Well he wouldn't be a fun nemesis if he went down easy. And every good pirate needs an equally good nemesis.
>>32874051
I probably didn't convey it well enough, but during last thread everyone else went off and did their own chores with the money from you all shared from selling those scrapped while you learned about your loot at Skarra Bay. The ship got fixed up - though now it has a new hole in it - the engines are no longer quite so cancerous, the weaponry got rearmed and refurbished, and the first, last, and only thing Padstow was buy copious amounts of alcohol.

Not even the Mechaniacs are brave enough to go near whatever Padstow drinks when the shio runs dry, and it would probably kill the rest of the crew.

>>32874112
Ah, well, very good then. I'll see you again next time!

You post too slooooow.

>>32874226
I really do. And I start way too late. I'm surprised you guys even put up with me.

>>32874251
Well, I don't know how to advise you. I'll still try to show up to threads.

>>32874226
I've seen slower. This >>32873352 guy for example.

>>32874269
Yeah, I've suffered through slower too.
Though it does sort of kill playerbase activity.

>>32874269
Iyaa, stop picking on meee!

>>32874251
Well, you start decently for my time and I'm enjoying it so~

>>32874037
How's AI in the setting?

>>32874007
Aww yea.

>>32874276
If I'm doomed to be the slower quest anons only poke in on during a lull in busier quests, I'm cool with that so long as everyone is having fun.
>>32874309
>How's AI in the setting?
Mild spoilers to follow, but one of your crewmates has a virtual AI girlfriend. Or so they claim.

>>32874339
Well, I had some fun. Don't worry about that.
Do worry about life interfering with your players at some point, as players do of their QMs

>>32874379
My own life interferes enough with my quest, so I understand completely.

With that I'm off to bed, so any further questions will be answered in the morning or if the thread dies before I get to it, in the nearest QTG.

>>32874409
Thanks for running!
I think the timezone explains most of the slowness, other than PGQ which has had a lot of time to build up playerbases I rarely see any quest survive running at this time. Hell, one quest I saw had a couple hundred replies the first session (a bit earlier in the day) then got literally zero posts thread two when it ran at this time.

>>32874339
>Virtual AI girlfriend
I'd say they're lucky fucks but it doesn't beat QT dryad girlfriend so meh.
I really liked reading tonight's session, your writing is quite good!