>>34511383
>I think I was hit by a car. My ribs certainly hurt.
>I think I killed someone. Oh god, don't panic.
>I can't believe what he said. This has to all be a joke.
>Writein

>>34511450
>I think I was hit by a car. My ribs certainly hurt.

>I think I was hit by a car. My ribs certainly hurt.

>>34511505
>>34511517
Writing.

>>34511471
This idea is terrible but your writing is good, I have mixed feelings. Will not be participating yet, but know that there's an extra reader lurking here out of curiosity.

>>34511668
It helps to not take all this too seriously.

I just hope we get to pimp slap someone.

>>34511573
Leaving your apartment, you begin the walk to the liquor store with determination and purpose. Everything will solve itself, you aren't worried. The walk takes you mere minutes, the benifits of city life not lost on you. Walking back to your appartment goes less smoothly as a man wearing a rediculous outfit rushes past you, sending your purchase flying. You watch as your beautiful alchohol arcs through the air before landing with the telltale shatter of glass.

You just manage to catch sight of the ludicriously garbed man as he dashes into an alleyway. You break down into tears at the loss of your liquor, it's not fair. Your lamentations don't have the chance to run their cource as you are unceramoniously lifted into the air, pulled into the alley, and slammed against the wall. A large black man with the most flamboyent set of clothing you have ever seen has you pinned, as if this day could get worse.

“Where he go? You better talk kid!”

>He went down the alley we are currently in, sir!
> Unhand me!
>Please don't kill me, I have no money.
>Cry openly.
>Writein.

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>>34511777
Forgot pick of the guy who ran into the alley.

Sorry for the slow pace. I'll try to be faster.

>>34511777
>>Cry openly.

>>34511802
It's alright.

Just learn to spellcheck. I count 4 typos already.

>>34511777
>>Please don't kill me, I have no money.

>>34511777
>He went into the alley we are currently in, sir!

Pimps love politeness

>>34511802
Also found pics and have basic idea for the 7 holy sentient pimp relics.

Weaponized Style.
>Coat
>Cane
>Feathered Hat
>Chain

Stylized Weapons
>Brass Knuckles
>Knife
>Gun

>>34511841
>>34511839
>>34511804
Three way tie. Anyone want to change?

>>34511919
I'll throw a vote in for
>He went down the alley we are currently in, sir!

>>34511933
Combining slightly, writing.

>>34511950
Crying openly you look up with blurry vision at the man pressing you into the wall. Shaking with anger and breathing heavily, some deep primal instinct tells you to do what this man says if you want to live.

“Shut cho mouf, and answer me boy!”

“He went down the alley we are currently in, sir!” You scramble to give him the information he wants, “He ran into me and bolted in here, please don't kill me. I don't have any money.” The tears won't stop flowing.

“Can it! Get yourself together man, it's downright unseemly, you sniveling at me like this.” He drops you to the ground before hauling you up and slapping something into your hand. You look down and see that it is a gun. “OK, here's whats gunna happen, now listen, I'ma only say this once. You follow me, keep up. Shot what I tell you when I tell you. Try anything funny and I'll gut you, boy.”

>Panic
>Yes sir, whatever you say.
>Pull yourself together, ask why he's doing this.
>Who is that man you're chasing?
>Writein

>>34512077
>Yes sir, whatever you say.

>>34511843
>No grill.

I'd replace that with Knife. You need a nigga dead, not a nigga cut.

>>34512077
>Pull yourself together, ask why he's doing this.

>>34512077
Shoot him in the knee.

>>34512102
Grill is too hardcore. We can get a regular grill later if people want it.

>>34512120
>>34512077

This.

>>34512120
>>34512152
Writing

>>34512241
Suddenly a way out occurs to you, the man just handed you a gun. You point the gun at his knee and pull the trigger. As the gunshot rings out you are overcome with immense pain in your face, and fall to the ground. The man stands above you with a grin and untouched kneecaps, a large pistol in his hands drops blood.

He pistol whipped you in the face, your certain that any of your front teeth that aren't knocked out, or pushed in, have shattered. As you barrel over in pain, he delivers a sharp kick to your chest with his snakeskin loafer. You are unsure what happened to the gun you were holding, you must have dropped it while you were being orally destroyed.

“Ya, cheeky cunt. I said I'd gut you didn't I?” He looks down at you disgustedly before continuing, his words punctuated by another kick, “Man, whats the world even coming to. I can't even coerce a temporary lackey to not fire on my, losin my touch.” As the kicks continue to rain down upon you you quickly formulate a plan.

>If I can just find the gun...
>I have to run, someone will help me!
>Beg mercy.
Writein

>>34512415
>>>If I can just find the gun...
punch him in the balls and find the gun. Start shooting until the bullets run out.

>>34512661
You scramble away as quickly as you can, from the blows hammering into you. Coughing out blood and teeth with your frenzied breathing, you scan the ground for your weapon, and find it to be just out of arms reach. As you prepare for a desperate lunge you never get to attempt, you are knocked in the opposite direction. Your assailants foot connected solidly with your head, and you land sprawling with your tear stained vision now out of focus.

“Where do you think you're going, kid? Since made me lose my chase I have a bit of free time on my hands. We are going to have some fun.”

>Get up and run from the alleyway.
>Beg for mercy.
>Continue to struggle.
>Writein

>>34512864
>Get up and run from the alleyway.

>>34512927
Writing.

>>34513003
You hear gunshots in coming from back of the alley and your assailant curses loudly before returning fire. You struggle to get yourself under control. With a burst of energy you throw yourself up from the ground, grabbing the wall for balance. You turn to flee from the alley, not looking back. You hear a few more gunshots as you stumble as as quickly as your legs will take you into the street.

“Help! I'm being attacked!” You scream as loudly as you can through your mangled teeth.

“Aww, shit.” You see the pimp fly past you to the other side of the street, one hand holding his large feathered hat into place. The other brandishes a gun which he shoots backwards into the alley with. It appears you are the least of his worries now.

He turns on running up to the mouth of another alley before immediately pulling back. He run into the street with a panic similar to your own. He is then hit by a car neither of you noticed, only moments before you yourself are hit.

>Cont.

>>34513148
>Flashback over

Having gotten your memories of what you assume was last night settled, you take a look at the room around you. The walls are white and smooth, the floor is white tiles. You are sitting against the wall opposite
the door, also plain and white, wearing only various bandages and a ridiculously large fur coat. You reach up into your mouth and feel smooth teeth, that seems odd considering you remember your mouth being a shattered mess. All in all, your entire body seem much less damaged than you would have expected. You stand up, noting your bare feet and pad shuffle over to the door. It's locked. When you rattle the handle, the door opens, and in walks a woman wearing a pinstripe suit.

>Who are you?
>Why am I here?
>What happened to me?
>Writein

>>34513299
>Who are you?
>Where is here?
>Why am I here?
>What happened to me?

>>34513299
>>What happened to me?
The fuck is this shit

>>34513299
>Why am I here?

>>34513317
>>34513322

“The fuck is this shit? What happened to me?” You question her before she has had a chance to say anything. She simply smiles before closing the door, then walking up to you and with a pair of dress slacks and shit.

“Put these on, I will breifly answer any questions you may have momentarily.” She hands you the clothing, before placing a finger to her lips and pursing thoughtfully. “I must say you do wear him well. I can't remember a luster like that ever showing up for anyone else.” You dress in silence, utterly shocked by the situation.

“OK, who are you?”

“I am Laura, I work here, nice to meet you.”

“Where is here?”

“This is The Society. You will probably have never heard of it.” You think you hear her mumble something about you are now well and truly being a part of it.

“What happened to me? Why am I here, shouldn't I be in a hospital?”

“So full of questions. Your coat should take care of your injuries. Well besides the more permanent ones, luckily we have dentists on staff, well part dentist part artist I would say.” She opens the door ushering you outside into a pristine white hallway. “Please follow me, explaining things is not my job. Leading you is though.”

>Follow her meekly.
>Demand answers.
>Writein

>>34513639
>>Follow her meekly.
Silently, keep an eye open and watch her

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>>34513639
forgot pic

>>34513639
Follow, but make sure to get a good eyeful of dat ass. We'll be pounding it soon.

>>34513691
>>34513829
Writing

>>34513887
You decided she is telling the truth and questioning her won't get you anywhere. Instead you meekly follow, though you stay on full alert. Your last few waking hours have been a frenzied mess of pain and emotions, you don't know how you could relax yourself right now. Despite all of this, being a NEET virgin, you still don't fail to notice Laura firm ass straining against her tight pants. Her jacket and shit may be cut to fit perfectly and professionally, but these pants are an entirely different story.

As you reach the end of the hallway, and exit into a less well lit room the change in decor is jarring. Hardwood paneling of dark rich woods covers the walls, the floors are cut of rough black marble, though with your bare feet it's not hard to find purchase to walk. You are led into an adjacent room which has a bed and dresser, on the bed more clothes and accessories are splayed out.

“Please put on everything there. If you are unaware of how some thing are to be worn please consult me, I will be glad to assist you.” She makes no motion to leave the room. Observing the bed you note fine snakeskin loafers, a silly feathered hat, a cane, another fancy dress shirt, and other such accessories. “Make sure to wear your coat over everything else, though I'm sure you already knew that much.”

>Start getting dressed, no reason not to.
>Why are you having me get dressed?
>Refuse, you were promised answers.
>Writein

>>34514047
>>>"My arms were badly hurt last night. You'll have to dress me."

>>34513639
Seems we lost teeth, but they have a dude on call that can make us a fine grill. Things might be looking up, and I think I like the look of this ho.

Is she a ho? Bitch could be the madame of a brothel or something. Gotta find out how much respect we owe this bitch, potentially how much we can learn if she's a madame. Pimps and madame's are basically the same thing, both involve hos and dealin' with em'.

>>34514047
Ok, what do the clothes look like? How pimpin' do they look? We must know this.

>>34514092
I'm going with this because a pimp should never do anything himself unless he really has to.

>>34514151
They are standard affair. Just a really nice all black suit, black hat white feather. Unadorned gold tipped cane. Shoes are nice quality snakeskin. Tie is plain black. Your coat is pearlescent white, very glossy fur. It's large enough to almost touch the ground when worn.

>>34514092
>>34514188
Writing.

>>34514240
You raise your arm slightly to remove the plain shirt you are wearing, and notice its moderately painful. You think you should be fine to dress yourself, but then a thought hits you as you look back at your smiling observer.

“My arms were badly hurt last night. You'll have to dress me. There's simply no other way.” You warble out in the most authoritative voice you can manage.

“Oh my, is that so. Well if you think you need to be babied, then there really is no other way is there?” Her tone is sickeningly sweet and you can see the hunger in her eyes. “She pushes you onto the bed and you land near the clothing with a soft pomf.

>On second thought, I got this.
>Wait patiently.
>Whoa, what are we going to do on the bed?
>Writein

>>34514348
>>Wait patiently
If she calls some big nigger in, we can make a break for the door. The coat's the only important thing here.

>>34514348
>Wait patiently.

>>34514348
Let's see what she's going for here. I presume we're gonna be working with her in some capacity so we should take this chance to learn more about her.

>>34514381
>>34514426
>>34514455
Writing

>>34514479
You hear a giggle. “Oh boy, you flipped her switch, kid,” you hear a voice and look around. The only person in the room you can see is the woman standing over you with a large grin.

“Who said that?” You throw out the question, only to get a frown from Laura.

“Well I mean, your the one who said there's no other way didn't you?” She asks in a small voice, before pouting, “Nope, this is happening, you asked for it.” The grin returns.

>Not you, someone said something.
>Wait what do you mean?
>I said, who said that!
>Writein

>>34514568
Think this: "Bitch, get the fuck outta my head."

>>34514568
>Not you, someone said something.
Sounds like Coatbro is working his magic already

>>34514568
>Not you, someone said something.
>Writein
"Oh no wait, I know what's going on. I've gone completely insane and I'm hearing voices and you're a figment of my imagination."

>>34514600
This. Do this.

>>34514568
>Not you, someone said something
>What do you mean

"Not you, someone else. And what's happening exactly?"

>>34514568
Think "Okay, faggot, if she won't give me answers, you will, or you'll get the fuck out of my head."

>>34514680
>>34514646
>>34514609
Writing

>>34514568
>Ignore the voice, get pussy

>>34514600
Second

>>34514600
>>34514685
Seconded.

>>34514686
The buckle on your pants is undone without a moments notice, and your pants are being violently pulled off. “So helpless you can't even take your own pants off, how pathetic.” she giggles at you, obviously misinterpreting the cause of your look of confusion and panic as the result of her antics. As the pants leave your body and fly across the room you attempt to clarify the issue you're having. The first button of your shirt has been undone as you manage to get a word in edgewise.

“Not you, someone said something. Oh no wait, I know what's going on. I've gone completely insane and I'm hearing voices and you're a figment of my imagination.”

“Oh, you're probably just hearing the coat in your mind. He must find his new master as pathetic as I do.” The rest of the buttons on your shirt undone, you now lie atop your coat wearing only an assortment of bandages, you aren't sure how decently you are covered.

You have an article of clothing invading your mind, that's a lot to handle. You do what any reasonable person would and lash out mentally with all your strength. "Bitch, get the fuck outta my head!"

“Oi, no need to scream. I'm not hurting nothing. Just hanging out. You know.”

>Panic.
>Really, really, panic.
>Remain calm.
>Oh shit what are you doing Laura.
>Writein

>>34514856
>Remain calm.

>>34514856
Try not to prematurely ejaculate

>>34514856
>Remain calm.
>Writein
Doesn't matter had sex

>>34514856
>Right, time to leave. Donkey-kick the bitch off, rip off the coat, gtfo nao

>>34514856
>Remain Calm
>Writein

"Ok, if you're going to be hanging out in my headspace you're gonna have to pay the rent. That rent takes the form of information right now, what the hell is going on here?"

>>34514964
Second

>>34514972
>>34514964
>>34514913
>>34514906
Writing.

>>34514996
At this moment you think the smartest thing you could do is remain calm. The situation you are in right now is a rather complex one, that's a certainty. But your thousands of hours of watching chinese cartoons has taught you by example what happens when people panic. Examining the situation a few things quickly come to mind. First you are possessed by a coat. Fair enough, standard stuff, I'm sure it's benign and will end up a total bro, that's typically how these things work out in your anime.

Second you both fear and hope you are about to have your first sexual experience with the short haired blond woman, currently straddling your scantily bandaged body, who is both deriding you mercilessly and also slowly removing the bandages covering your lower body. Sure, you only just met her today, and her mood changed rather drastically when you suggested she change you. But you can deal with these things, because simply, she's sitting on your chest facing away from, and, you dat ass. But this is not what you need to be focusing on right now.

You are in an unknown location, you've been told you are now part of 'The Society' whatever that is,you are now apparently this coats master, and he is 'Just hanging out' inside your head. "OK, if you're going to be hanging out in my head-space, you're gonna have to pay the rent. That rent takes the form of information, right now. What the hell is going on here?"

“What do you want to know specifically?” Is the only reply.

>Writein

>>34515228
"Why have I become a pimp? What does the society want with me? But more importantly, how do I fake being a pro at sex?"

>>34515228
>Who are you?
>Who is this woman?
>Who is the guy from yesterday?
>Do I get any cool powers?
>What is the cost paid for these powers?
>Am I obliged to do anything?
>Am I going to die horribly?
Might as well get this started with.

>>34515228
How can we give this crazy chick the best sex she'll ever have

>>34515287
Anon...

>>34515228

>>34515296
Seconded

>>34515287
Too many words

I pick either of these
>>34515296
>>34515282

>>34515300
It's not like I'm demanding a full dossier on each of these issues.
Just a short one-sentence answer on each of these wil be enough.

>>34515296
>>34515322
>>34515356
+
>>34515378

Writing sexposition.

>>34515378
Speaking from experience, that's the kind of write in a QM hates. You can't just demand a shopping list of exposition, then force them to write a flat and lifeless dialog that's basically just an infodump.

>>34515300
>>34515378
Also, don't forget that a coat might not know everything. That's exactly why I'm doing this shotgun-questioning - so that we figure out what we can and what we can't rely on when asking the coat about something.

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>>34515408
I'm usually a glutton for exposition. I love to know all those little things, helps flesh out a character and a setting.

But one of the great joys of being a player is figuring it as you go along. We'll get all the important bits eventually. Hopefully just before having to make critical decisions where said knowledge would help, but life isn't always fair in that regard.

Thankfully, we do have options in info gathering. Whores have always been an often utilized source of information. Look at any good war, smart spies employ the denizens of the red light district. Lips get pretty damn loose in the afterglow of sex, need to employ some hos that are both smart and sexy.

>>34515573
It appears Laura got the rest of the bandages she wanted to off because her declaration of, “Oh poor thing, not even being able to dress himself, I'm sure he can't even manage to give you any attention,” is punctuated by a slow stroke to the area being addressed. Oh, great. She's talking to my dick now.

It cannot, though, be said that her fingers did not have the intended effect for despite the opportunity to finally get some answers presenting itself to you the first thing you mentally stammer out in response to the coat is an excited “How can we give this crazy chick the best sex she'll ever have,” that is very unlike you.

At first your only answer is mental laughter, “Kid, I think we are going to get along just fine.” You suddenly think of the image of a man wiping tears of laughter from his eyes. “Well as you may have guess, your neurotic friend there
has a fetish for helplessness in men. As I said earlier, you flipped that switch well and good. She has a hard time finding that quality around these parts, you understand.” More mental laughter follows this.

“So I'd say just be as helpless as you can, possibly give her a response or two, she can't be having too much fun talking to herself like this. Or maybe that just gets her off more. I'm a coat not a fucking sexologist.”

>Cont

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>>34515678
>Oh, great. She's talking to my dick now.

>>34515678
The stroking picks up pace as you gather your courage. Red faced and twitching with embarrassment you decide to take the coats advice. You work yourself into a pathetic state of mind, which is not to hard to do. Ok, here goes nothing.

“T-thank y-you... I r-really appreciate this.” You stammer out, more embarrassed than you have ever been. “It's true what you said, and on top of that I'm so pathetic that I've never had anyone do anything to me d-down there.” This being true does not make it easier to say. But it has the desired result, she squirms in pleasure at your words, and you notice a dark patch begun to seep through to her pants.

“Aren't you laying it on a bit think, you think?” Comes the coats mocking response.

“Oh, you're so right to be grateful. I'm impressed you had the courage to speak up, I thought you were just going to silently let me have my way with you.” She giggles sadistically, “I'll have to reward you accordingly.” She bends down and you licks the length of your shaft before placing it in her mouth. Then time stop existing for a few moments as you experience your first blow job.

“Hey, so, I know you're busy and all, but it might be a good idea for you to get some of your questions answered before the judging takes place.”

Pick 1-3:
>Who are you?
>Who is this woman?
>Who is the guy from yesterday?
>Do I get any cool powers?
>What is the cost paid for these powers?
>Am I obliged to do anything?
>Am I going to die horribly?

>>34515994

>Who are you?
>What is the cost paid for these powers?
>Am I going to die horribly?

>>34515994
>Who are you?
>Who is the guy from yesterday?

>>34515994
>>>Do I get any cool powers?
>>What is the cost paid for these powers?
>Am I obliged to do anything?

>>34515994
Counting votes in 10 min.

>>34515994
>Who are you?
>Do I get any cool powers?
>Am I obliged to do anything?

>>34516180
>>34516050
>>34516047
>>34516038
>Who are you?
>What is the cost paid for these powers?
>Am I obliged to do anything?

Back. Writing.

>>34516213
You don't last long under the onslaught of Laura's mouth, and she happily cleans you up with her tongue. Purring, she nuzzles your now flaccid dick with the side of her face. As she mumbles something about the poor thing getting the attention it deserved, you lay back in the aftermath and ask your coat the most important question.

“So, who even are you? A coat right, but do you like have your own mind, or are you using mine? What are you? Why am I your master,” You project all these questions as evenly as you can, hoping for an answer that makes sense.

“Well, that's not so easy to explain, but I'll try. We, me and my siblings, that is, are the seven holy pimp relics,” this confuses you further, but decide to just wait for more information, “I have my own limited consciousness, but I am able to expand it by using some of yours, but hey, I definitely give back, never let it be said this is a parasitic relationship.”

“What do you mean 'give back'?”

“Well I can impart certain powers upon you if you choose to let me. For one, you lived through that car hitting you because I repaired, essentially, all of your organs, and took care of the worst bruising.” You are about to question him further on this, but he continues, “As to the question of why you are my master, well, my former master was dead on impact, and you were close enough that I could expand my consciousness into yours. Being separated from a consciousness is unpleasant for me.”

>Cont

>>34516644
You grow wary of a deal that sounds too good to be true, “OK, I get that, but what do I pay for these powers besides a portion of my mind?”

“Well you inherit all of the responsibilities of your new office. If that's what you mean.”

“Wait what? What office? Am I obliged to do anything?”

“You are now a Pimp Lord. You control over 2000 hoes in various places around the world. You do of course get a nice cut of the profits, but you're obliged to, well, I don't know, 'keep dem hoes in line' as John always said. I never quite got it myself. I'm more the muscle not the brains for that end of the operation.”

By this time Laura, who is in apparent high spirits, has finished dressing you. She did it very slowly, and it was a rather enjoyable experience. You are now decked out in what you assume is the casual garb for a 'Pimp Lord' . Soon you're being led out of the room by a giggling Laura.

>Ask Laura where we are going now.
>You think the coat said something about a judging, ask him about that.
>Follow meekly.
>Writein
Very sorry for slow update speed, no notes to work with.

>>34516915
>You think the coat said something about a judging, ask him about that.
>Ask Laura where we are going now.

>>34516915
>You think the coat said something about a judging, ask him about that.

>>34516915
>You think the coat said something about a judging, ask him about that.

>>34516990
>>34517048
Writing.

>>34516915
>Ask about his (coat's) previous owner and what happened to him.

>>34516915
>You control over 2000 hoes in various places around the world
We have hoes in different area codes?

>>34517347
>Wait, what do you mean Holy Pimp War?

>>34517347
"So what do they like in a fellow Pimp? You've done this a few times before, right?"

>>34517169
Following at a leisurely pace, you question your coat about one of his more troubling statements. “So, what is this judging you were talking about earlier. I was a bit distracted at the time.”

“Well, it's a simple process really. Whatever Pimp Lords that are here will gather together, and decide if you should be allowed to join their ranks and compete in the Holy Pimp War. I may have thought you were decent enough, but if enough of them don't like you they could just take you out back and beat your head in with a pipe. Without at least some allies this early in no one stands a chance on their own. That was Johns mistake.”

Choose 1:
>Wait, what do you mean Holy Pimp War?
>Who is this John you keep referencing?
>Will they really kill me if they don't like me?
>Writein.

>>34517387
>Wait, what do you mean Holy Pimp War?
>Who is this John you keep referencing?

>>34517387
>Wait, what do you mean Holy Pimp War?

>>34517302
Yes. As is befitting of a Pimp Lord.

So is this war like the Playa Haters ball?

>>34511715
>roll to retain pimp hand strength

>>34517387
>Wait, what do you mean Holy Pimp War?
>Will they really kill me if they don't like me?
>Writein.
"Shit, sounds like I got to make friends and influence people real quick."

>>34517375
>>34517423
>>34517406
>>34517488
>Wait, what do you mean Holy Pimp War?

Writing.

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>>34517302
Apparently. That our army of bitchez is at such a size is pleasing to any true pimp. With 2000 hoes, we is officially ballin'.

>>34517387
Wait... Holy Pimp War? Oh balls what kind of nerd was this NEET? It even has 7 relics, that's a very ominous number. Hope the coat is like this dude. We need to get them ho's loyal fast, we need to be able to pull "Ionioi Hetairoi" fast if this is what I think it is.

You turn a corner and enter into another room. It's plain and very small with another door opposite the one you came through, but you realize it's purpose as soon as that door is opened. Loud music. Lot's of bass, you hate dance music. The room this door leads to is mostly dark and filled to overflowing with dancing people. But there is a multitude of different colored lights both being shining randomly from almost all directions, as well as lights worn by many of the people dancing here. You hope to make it through this room as quickly as possible.

“Wait, what do you mean Holy Pimp War? You ask, powering your thoughts through the obscenely loud music. Laura takes your hand and begins to lead you through the room, though you notice it's not particularly difficult to traverse. Despite being so crowded, you notice people are giving you and your guide wary looks and a semi-wide area to walk through.

The coats voice takes on a strange quality as it answers you, as if it was reading from a rule book, careful to not use the wrong words. “The Holy Pimp War, called colloquially The War, is the contest of wills and strength that takes place once the Grand Pimp Lord has declared the end of his reign. The purpose of The War is to elect from the Pimp Lords, he who can most well reign.”
>Cont

>>34517822
So it's a leadership contest, not a turf war

>>34517822
As you exit the strange loud room filled with people, Laura squeezes your hand before letting go and turning to lead you down yet another hallway. This hallway is more ornate than the last, semiprecious gems glitter in the walls making up pictures of what you assume are crowning moments in the history of The Society.

“The Seven Holy Pimp Relics, called colloquial The Relics, where created at a time when the magic produced by pimping was at it's greatest, making them the greatest artifacts of power the world has ever, or will ever see. Property of the Grand Pimp Lord, he doles them out to his most loyal of supporters, and when the time comes they become the focus of The War. They who stand at the apex of of The Society, possessing all of The Relics in combination of personal ownership, and allegiance of true allies who hold personal ownership shall be named Grand Pimp Lord. At this moment of coronation The Relics become property of the Grand Pimp Lord, until such time as he calls once more The War.”

That was a lot to take in and you aren't sure what to say. You continue on in silence following your guide through the twisting hallways that make up what must be this places huge complex. You hear only silence from your coat.

>Ask the coat something.
>Ask Laura something.
>Follow meekly.
>Writein

>>34518014
Essentially it can be either depending on how the Pimp Lords treat it.

>>34518057
>>Ask the coat something.
So how do we get the other pimps to respect us?

>>34518057
>Follow meekly.

>>34518057
>Writein
Acquire Swagger. You're a pimp now.

>34518057
>Ask the coat something
how should we make allies then

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>>34518126
This. In "the life" as Michael Franzese put it, respect is a key aspect. You give it where it's due or you will quickly find yourself whacked. There are rules to being a criminal to these types, learn fast or die.

>>34518212
This too. Knowing how to get other pimps to have our backs will likely be very useful information.

>>34518126
>>34518212
Writing.

>>34518265
“We should be there soon.” your guide tells you in a concerned voice, “You holding up back there?”

“I'm fine.” You quickly dissuade her concern.

“Well, we are almost there. So steel yourself in whatever way you can.”

“Will do.”

She stops as you reach a massive, golden door opulently studded with what appear to be small diamonds. Not imposing at all, nope, no way. Don't panic. “Hey umm, coat, I have to ask you, how can I make them not hate me? Or respect me?”

“RESPECT IS EARNED.” Is the overly loud mental pulse your revive in return. “Whoa, sorry about that. Automatic response, it's in my, programming, so to speak.”

“Well, I mean, they are all different people. John, as I've said, was a bit of a loner. That was his problem of course. I'm sure if nothing else, they will like you more than him, small concession though that may be. My greatest advice is twofold. Be respectful, but not too respectful. If you are too respectful to one, that may anger another and his allies, and though that may give you room to gain allies of your own, I don't recommend it at this stage.”

Laura opens the doors and you step inside. She smiles coyly. “Good luck, I hope you make it.” The door closes leaving you in darkness. Standing here in the darkness, you reevaluate some things about your life you held to be true just yesterday. My simple, peaceful life is over for good. In a way I'm already dead.

>Cont

>>34518648
“Don't worry buddy, I got you covered for the entrance. If you want, that is.”

As comforting as this reassurance may be, you still are unsure about all of this. You take a few tentative steps forward into the room, and find a door opposite the one you came in from.

>Let coat do his thing.
>I'll go in on my own, I'll be fine.
>Ask Laura if she can come in with you.
>Writein

>>34518676
>I'll go in on my own, I'll be fine.

>>34518258
Same guy, given her love of "helpless" men and what the job entails, I think we may have already found ourselves our "Consigliere" candidate.

For those not in the know, in the Mafia, they serve as the adviser to "The Boss" commonly known as the Don. They get to say "hey boss, I don't think this is a good idea and here's why" without fear. Ya need an adviser who isn't afraid to challenge you in an organization, lends perspective to your problems that ya may need if ya want everything to work out.

>>34518676
>Let coat do his thing.

>>34518750
Hey are you reading my notes?
Just kidding. I have no notes. ;_;

>>34518786
Also, in case anyone didn't pick it up from the text, John is the former owner of the coat who was hit by the car. He is also OP image.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>34518729
1
>>34518782
2

Tie that cannot be combined.
Writing winner.

>>34518786
You'll get them going I hope. I'm liking this a good deal. I'm big into criminality and things like the mob.

We are essentially a fresh recruit into "the life" of being a pimp lord. Much like "La Cosa Nostra" (i.e. "This Thing of Ours) many probably don't like how quickly we were "made" as it were.

Again, I need details on this. How much are we now part of a society vs. a pure greed driven organization. Culture man, this NEET best get all he needs to know right quick if he hopes to survive the week, let alone the so called war.

For instance, Franzese was late once. Capo chewed him out, then gave another apointment. He got there an hour early (appointment was in the morning) and waited till dusk. Then he and the boss rolled up and said "Do ya get the message?". He said yes, they told him to go home. He was never late again, as he learned that part of the life. NEVER be late to a meeting. Ever. Period. Respect man, being late is a disrespect of those above you. You plain and simply don't do that if ya want to live.

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>>34518979
“Fine, do whatever it is you think will help.” You send the thought out to the space you now recognize as where coat resides. Thinking of you own mind in these compartmentalized terms briefly confuses you but you sort yourself out.

“Here I go.” Three words was the only warning you received to prepare yourself for the strangest experience of your life. Suddenly you felt nothing. You had audio and visual input continue, but any other connection you had to your body end. It would be the kind of experience to make you vomit, and you no doubt would if you could still register having a stomach. Your hand raises to your face, waving in front of your eyes, you feel nothing.

“What did you do? Oh shit. Shit.”

“Calm down, I assumed direct control of your physical body. It takes a large toll on me and I can't keep this up for long under any strain, but now you can walk in like a man, and stand their with steady legs.”

“I- I guess that's a pretty good idea actually.”

“Alright, get ready. I'm going in.” He chuckles dryly at his joke.

Sense of your body, but not control has returned to you. And you feel the fluidity with which coat moves. Brandishing the cane you were given in a new way, you open the door with a unnecessary flourish. And then you walk in, if you can call it walking.
>Cont

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>>34519271
The first thing you see when entering the room is the sheer lavish decorum. The carpet has to be several inches thick and as much gold thread as normal. From the ceiling hangs an enormous chandelier. The room is circular and angled downward, with the focus being a circle of eight lavish throne like chairs. One chair is noticeably larger, and currently unoccupied. Three other chairs also have member absent. Your body moves forward with it's fluid swagger, cane being used with every smooth stride.

You notice the man from before with the ridiculous furry hat, the one who destroyed your bag of alcohol in simpler times. He smirks at you knowingly.

Of the chairs currently unoccupied, your body guided by coat is led to the large purple chair with leopard print adornments. You sit in an extremely graceful motion, one leg rising to cross the other, and your cane ends up held across your lap. Your free hand is places meaningfully onto the armrest to your left. On the whole the chair is immensely cushioned. It's amazing you haven't sank into it. It doesn't appear your coat has the intention to return control of your body to yourself. You will have to use your voice. Seated near you in similar chairs are four people, three of which you have never seen before.

>Hi. I'm the newest Pimp Lord, nice to meet you all.
>Hello, I'm not sure what it is I should say or do at the moment.
>Panic. Oh God coat what do I say!
>Writein

>>34519629
>>Hi. I'm the newest Pimp Lord, nice to meet you all.

>>34519629
>Hi. I'm the newest Pimp Lord, nice to meet you all.

>>34519629
>Hi. I'm the newest Pimp Lord, nice to meet you all.

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>>34519629
>>Panic. Oh God coat what do I say!

>>34519629
Let the coat do the talking. It seems to know about this life than we do. Let it guide us, hopefully it knows who should and shouldn't be trusted. John seems to have been in the game, thus it would have picked up on our natural enemies and allies.

Let us get to know our "friends" and "enemies" as it were. We need em', allies we can trust right now that is. We need to know where we stand in this regard. Who can we trust to teach us what we need to know. For, as a NEET, we can safely assume we are on the chopping block. NEET's don't know shit unless pop culture has landed us an out. Not likely, the populace has no real idea on how things REALLY work.

We best educate ourselves, hard and fast, if we wanna live.

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>>34519830
>>34519806
>>34519800

I'm going to end here, because I need to do some more thinking for the other Pimp Lords characters. I'll start next with us introducing ourselves to our fellow Pimp Lords.

I saw the idea from this quest in a post and decided to run it because why not? I am a first time QM and I decided to run this thread completely on a whim with no preparation.

Turned out better than I expected as I haven't written anything for several months.

If anyone who read has any advice or criticism for me I'd really appreciate it.

Twitter is @Fregorek
If anyone follows me, I'll make sure to announce before next thread.

Thank you all very much for playing, it made this a pretty nice day for me.

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>>34520007
Archived: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/34511383/

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>>34520007

This was nice little diversion and I can't wait for more!

>>34520098
Thanks, I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Can't believe I left dice on for as long as I did.

>>34520007
I'll try to show up for this shit. Hope ya get a good schedule going as I'd like this dumbass NEET to win this shit. Show em' all why ya don't fuck with a nerd. Why? I'll tell ya why, outside the box thinking.

PC thinking, mofo's just don't get how powerful that can be. We come at ya from angles ya never saw coming. Old Man Henderson mothafuckas, we WILL surprise ya. Deal with it bitchez!

>>34520158
Only bad thing is, if ya call for dice, they tend to hate on us here. Crits happen, often against our own desires. Big problem that, if only the cursed /tg/ dice could accurately dish out a roll as if we had rolled that shit physically...

>>34520240
I plan to use dice when there is something we can succeed or fail at. Best of 3d100 has always looked like it worked the best. No crits or fails though.

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>>34520290
Seemed to work out. Like it, hope our NEET gains the respect he deserves. 2k ho's ain't nothin' to hate on.

What we cater to, I must ask. Do our ho's like em' "fresh" or do they cater to various fetishes. If we got magic powers we can easily accommodate those of /d/eviant persuasion.

I mean, many love to feel the fluff, but to feel the fluff as you discuss the finer points of model making. Every "John" has a need, can we fulfill it? Niche markets are a big deal my friend, if you can give those people what they want?... Damn, money to be made there ya dig!

>>34520441
Well, you will have to ask some the pimps in charge of your operations about that. We are a the Pimp Lord.

>>34519629
>write in: "You called me?"

>>34520548
Good advice. No good boss is lacking on that front. But I must ask if we can trust them. We into pimp politics in the end here. Gotta be sure we can trust them bastards.

Would like to know what this "John" was catering too with his ho army. 2k ho's ain't nothing to play guessing games with. Was he a "play it safe" type or did he cater to the more "out there" types you'd commonly find in a /d/eviant landscape?

We can do that. Hell our first girl liked em' to be helpless. She's a hardcore dominatrix in the making. I'd encourage that, because some people like that kind of thing.

So the question is, do we cater, or do we appeal to the lowest common denominator? Pros and Cons here, where is the most money to be found in this case?

>>34520670
Though it should never be forgotten that we're not just pimping for money, but for the opportunity to become The Grand Pimp Lord. May change the game somewhat.

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>>34520743
Indeed. We still have no idea what the true end game is.

>>34514348
>pushes you onto the bed and you land near the clothing with a soft pomf.
>what are we going to do on the bed?
Kimochi~