>>33662559
Choose pouty girl. A strong partner to keep close on your rise to the top. But, not as strong as you.

>>33662559
Choose black robot dude.

pouty

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>>33662665
"Hello, competitor. Would you like to join me for dumpster diving?" you ask him.
"أنا لا أتكلم الألماني," he responds.

>>33662622
>>33662799
"How about -"
"Leave me to die."

>>33663036
She's perfect.

>Punch Redheaded Lad in the gut as a display of your strength.

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>>33663119
You just reminded yourself of the rules. You already got in trouble for smacking a drug dealer up the head.

>>33663082
"What's your name?" you ask.
"Call me... Sorrow."

You take her by the hand and reach the lunch table. A robot in the shape of an mushed egg comes by.

"Hey sweeties," she says in a chain smoker's voice. "What would you like for lunch today?"
"Something as cold as my heart," says Sorrow.
"Leftover pizza, coming right up. What about you, snookums?"

>>33663420
Roasted squirrel with a side of nails.

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>>33663483
The robot teleports a slice of pizza on Sorrow's plate.
"Roasted squirrel," you say.
"ERROR. Have a good day!" The robot zooms to the next table.

"Why squirrel?" Sorrow asks.
"It's what I hunted the best back in the orphan mines."
"You're an orphan? Wasn't that big guy in class today your dad?"
"No, he's just my new personal tutor. He's gonna help me lead the hearts of weaker slaves and force their dreams to aim skyward."
"Cool. Thank I could come? It sounds better than what I had planned this evening," she asks.

>>33663903
Let her come, whats the worst that could happen?

>>33663903
Why not? It might be good to have someone personally loyal to us.

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>>33663981
>>33664125
"Sure, I could use an assistant."
"And I could use something to fill the darkness within me."

Several more hours of Economics and Recent History pass, but you didn't bother to pay too much attention. As the day ends, Sorrow tags along with you to the pick up area.

You find Commercissar Stanislav, his car, and a flying drone.
"Who's the second midget?" he asks.

>>33664528
Loyal minion.

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>>33664571
"Assistant."
"Careful, human larva. Flying too high too quick will only end up with dead, de-oxygenated parental figures.."

Wait, what about your dad? Does he know that you're being picked up by some dude he doesn't know?

>>33664702
Ask to stop by your new house, if your new dad loses sleep over you being missing, how will he be a productive employee?

>>33664702
No use worrying, he'll find out eventually.

More importantly, what's that floating above this guy's head?

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>>33664784
>>33664789
"Mr. Stanislav?"
"Hmm?"
"Can we tell my... dad that I'm not going to be home?"
"Why would you need to, with this amazing capitalist drone technology!" he shouts, half-angry, half-jovial.

He punches it into the sky, and it flies off.
"As I speak, it's heading to your home to print out such a message."

>>33664944
This reminds me of Speed Racer.

>>33664944
I hope he remembered to pay for the damages.

And actually program the drone with the message.

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>>33665027
You're reminded even more of Speed Racer in the car.

"Hey Sorrow, aren't your parents going to be worried?" you ask.
"I'm a cybernetic AI connected to my motherboard at all times. She knows," she responds.

"Larva, do you know where we're going?" ask Stanislav.
"Prelestny Fashion: Cover your disgusting bodies with the future."
"The one and only headquarters of the growing corporation. There you will learn true control. There you will grow into a fierce leader. There you will -"
"Mr. Stanislav," says Sorrow. "One of the guys in the back of your truck is getting up."

>>33665387
Bite them into submission. Make your new mentor proud.

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>>33665445
You bare your teeth.
"No, you barbarian, use something... civilized," says Stanislav.
He then shoves a tiny shovel in your mouth.

>>33665625
Quick! Save your new minion!

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>>33665712
"Oh sweet embrace of death, how long have I welcomed thy cold clutch," Sorrow says.
You hear some screaming in Polish. Weird. Your father was Polish.

Ending right around here due to general tiredness. Part 11 will be around tomorrow, unless I get shot. Meanwhile, I got actual plot to figure out. Good night, sweet princes and princesses.

>>33666022
Good night OP, thanks for running.

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>>33666049
I'd run drugs for you anytime, sweet cheeks. Fo' serious night now. I can see my own eyeballs melting from my soul.

>>33666111
Are you going to archive it, or do you want me to take care of that?

>>33666215
If you want to, sure. Thanks! I look forward to what your description will be.

Thirty posts is a pretty small number. We might be able to use this thread for two days in a row.

Second bump.

>>33669297
Good idea.

Can't quest right now, bumping for later.

Can someone link the previous thread, please?

>>33679875
Directly, it'd actually be continued from part 7: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/33459420
Here's all of them save the shitty debut: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?searchall=capitalist+quest

>>33679875
In case you're wondering, here's the first thread:

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/33303952/

It was only tagged as "Quest" because the OP wasn't familiar with archiving procedures back then.

>>33684231
You're a true wizard among men.

Bump again.

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(Happy note and crediting: A friend is helping me write this in real time. So officially, it's a double author work now.)

You have just smacked someone's hand with a miniature shovel. It really is a lot easier than biting.

The scoundrel recoils and screams in Polish. You know that fascists - sorry, the f-words are weak to silver. At least that's what you learned in school. Due to his inherent f-word weakness, or maybe because you hit him with a shovel and that he was unconscious only minutes ago, he falls from the car.

That doesn't stop another one from rising up. You all drive through a smaller commercial district, in front of Big Dick's Halfway Inn. Sorrow is mumbling something and looks almost bored.

>>33688197
Ask Sorrow what she's thinking.

>>33688197
Offer her the shovel so she can hit the f-words and cheer up.

>>33688197
Keep hitting

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>>33688390
>>33688402
"Sorrow, you need to help or we're all going to die!" you shout at her. "I know I only just met you a few hours ago and this is all rushed, but we should be on saving-each-other's-life terms."
"Life is an illusion, like love," she responds.

>>33688465
You crack the second man's visor. He looks more energized than he is dazed by the blow.
"Cagna!" he says. "Cosa stai facendo!?"

>>33688838
Fuck the shovel. Bite his arm.

>>33688838
Order Sorrow to start having fun (hitting people).

>>33688838
Emotions and experiences aren't fake. They're aspects of the human mind. They're as real as the person experiencing them.

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>>33688974
"I see only destruction of the human order."
You're not getting through to her AI.

>>33688893
Before you do anything, he takes off his fizzling visor. He feels his face and looks in awe, before he laughs.
"Sono libero, sono libero!" he shouts with an insane laugh. "I fascisti mi hanno rapito, ma ora sono libero! How do I say in Russian... I am free! They kidnap me and bleach my skin, but now I free!"

>>33689164
Cool. Push him off the truck.

>>33689164
Keep hitting him.

Convince Sorrow that causing human suffering is entertaining to get her to work with you to beat up your future and current enemies.

>>33689164
>"I see only destruction of the human order."
"Then do you believe that the human order is worth preserving?"

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>>33689394
"No. Let the idiocy of the world be cleansed, Emeline. Let it be cleansed and washed in flame. I got that from a novel I read."

>>33689241
>>33689200
You shove him, and he falls on an asleep f-word, who grunts.
"Fermati, mi stai facendo male!? Why you hurt me? I-I am on side of not fascist! Do you know my brother? Where is brother?"

>>33689665
Was the guy that fell off the truck your brother?

>>33689665
"I've never had a sibling."

Let commercisar know one of the prisoners is talking.

>>33689665
"Is he on the motorcycle over there?"

>>33689665
No time for this loser, we got more f-words incoming.

>>33689665
Throw a prelestny fashion jacket over him.

Maybe they care about collateral damage

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>>33689770
"Mr. Big Man, one of the guys back here is talking!"
"I believe that the best pupil is one that learns on their own!" he says back.

>>33689697
>>33689793
"Did I push him off the car?"
"No, no, my brother... he is skinny and ugly chin," he explains. "Not with my squad."
"Are those dudes on the motorcycle your brothers?"
"Brothers?" He looks.

>>33689875
"Schnell, schnell! Taste the power of the Aryan military-industrial complex, eastern swine!" the gunner says in a thick Swedish accent.
The men on the motorcycle open fire.

>>33689922
Your inside shirt beeps a passionate "no" upon reading your thoughts as you take cover from the Hitler bullets.

>>33689969
Shout out "Juden" and point to a building.

>>33689969
Ask Mr. Big Man to drive you closer so you can hit the f-words with your shovel.

>>33689969
Use the unconscious f-word as a shield to block the Hitler bullets.

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>>33690006
"Juden!" You try to point your finger, but the bullets convince you otherwise.
"Nice try, swinehoggen! We are too brilliant for such a ploy," the driver shouts in a French accent.

>>33690042
"Mr. Stanislav," you say, "we need some protection!"
"Already on it, larva." He presses a button, and the next thirty seconds of your life are amazing.

>>33690014
"Drive me closer, I wish to hit them with my shovel!" you command.

>>33690308
Discover your shovel has an extremely sharp end, with a boomerang function.

>>33690308
Play "Beat the Shit Out of the Snitch" with the frog and the swede.

Pretend they're Rotger.

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>>33690366
>>33690413
Rotger. The kid who got the entire orphan mine to turn on you. That bastard.

"BOOMERANG FUNCTION ACTIVATED," chirps the shovel.
"What? How?" you ask.
"Strong memories of the past activate boomerang functions BEEP."

It doesn't take long to knock both of them unconscious. Their incredibly stable motorcycle just slows to a halt.

You climb down into the tank and find that the back of the pickup truck has been locked up tight. Sorrow is playing solitaire on the cramped floor.

>>33690651
"Sorrow, get up and help me. Existentialism is all well and good, but there are things to do in the current world."

>>33690651
Teach Sorrow how to play "Beat the Shit Out of the Snitch" in case we come across more f-words.

>>33690651
Report to your mentor of your first victory.

>>33690651
Play a man's game. Like poker.

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>>33690743
The door to the driver's seat is locked, just like your old orphan driver's food stash.

>>33690684
"Sorrow, we really need to talk about this whole friendship thing."
"Dude, like, chill. I'm a sentient android, remember? I can access all of New Moscow's cameras at the same time, no matter the corporation that owns it. If you're gonna be my new and only friend, you gotta relax."

>>33690730
"Do you know how to play Beat the Shit Out of the Snitch?" you ask.
"Snitching? Whistleblowing is an ultimately futile act that leads to nothing but hurt."
Whistleblowing is like that special Orphan Whistle the managers used in the mines, right?

>>33690763
Poker is a game you are well experienced with. You're used to betting meals, but that doesn't seem appropriate in the outside world. Besides, you have a more important thing to say.
"Sorrow, even if you are technically superior to human meatbags in all ways, that doesn't mean you can be a jerk about it. You should apologize to me," you say.
"I don't like the Queen card," she responds.
"Excuse me?"
"She looks like a stuck-up bitch, see? I guess that makes more than one in this room."

DAAAMN YOU BEEN GOT. And have more people making you feel stupid next time, in part 12!

Also, what days would be best with everyone? The only thing I know for certain is to not do Sunday. I'm planning Saturday night as the only surefire day I'll try extra hard to make.

>>33691195
Saturday and Friday sound fine.

>>33691195
Thanks for the thread OP, and the new co-author too.

It's probably best if you run whenever you can. Ideally, it doesn't matter when as long as it's consistent, but eh.

>>33691376
Alright, Saturday and Friday will be like my second job days to actually practice art and writing. Any other day will be like a miserable little bonus.

Also, Slick redesign!

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Shit, forgot to put the file with it.

>>33691472
They didn't place me last in the track team for nothing, buddy boy.

>>33691500
What's different? I don't want to look through the archives.

>>33691570
He's blonde?

>>33691570
He used to wear a red suit with black hair.

Before I forget to mention it, I'd recommend calling the next thread Part 11 to avoid making things confusing in the archive, as opposed to counting the second "part" of this thread separately.