>>35347618
“And the verdict?”
A chorus of 12 women mutter their answer in perfect synchronization. “Guilty.”

And just like that, you’ve won. Mistress Melissa was convicted for her crimes. Not only did she try to blow up the mines and murder a truly staggering amount of people, she tried to frame the miners for it. You’re just glad that Alex and his unit swooped in to disarm the bomb with liberal application of Eau d’raison right after you managed to secure the computer. And thank the Empress you did. Gigabytes upon gigabytes of incriminating evidence; a video blog detailing her plan and the reason for it (As it so happens, Head Mistress Cheryl Cooper had the audacity to show up wearing the same dress as Melissa during a house party.), numerous invoice for the materials required, a bill from two Australian impersonators, the list goes on and on. And hell, living in court lodgings for a week has been relatively luxurious compared to the rest of your time spent outside.

You, along with the Head Mistress, Alex and Griselda stand up and begin clapping and cheering at the verdict. Nice to see that good always triumphs.
“Due to your crimes of illegal purchase and distribution of alcohol, treason, conspiracy to commit terrorism, rebellion, misuse of government resources and hurting the feelings of a superior officer, I hereby sentence you to 120 hours community service. Court dismissed.”

Wait. What?
Curiously enough, the rest of the courtroom also takes up applause at this point, leaving you dejected and confused underneath a cacophony of cheers and claps. Griselda soon tires and sits back down, snapping her bench in half. The applause eventually dies down, and those attending quickly begin to filter out of the drab courtroom as you sit there with confusion etched into your face.

>>35347637

Soon the newly appointed Captain Alex comes and rouses you from your thoughts.
“Come on buddy, let’s get going. Couldn’t have done it without you, so I pulled some strings and got you a nice room back at the HQ.” He grabs your hand and almost drags you to the door before you start moving regularly. The two of you make an odd sight, two individuals leaving a court, one joyous one confused, and both dressed in the same white blouse and black skirt with striped stockings.

You’re about to cross the road when a loud beep originating from a nearby parked limo brings you back to your senses. The two of you take a look at the tinted windscreen, only for one of the windows to roll down. It’s the Head Mistress, Cheryl. She gazes upon the two of you with an almost predatory grin, before opening the door wide and beckoning the two of you in. “Let me give you a ride as… compensation for the work you’ve done.”

>Politely decline, walk back to HQ
>Get in, why not
>Stranger danger, run away
>Write in (Ask her anything before getting in?)

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Disclaimer: This shit is a joke. Don't take it too seriously. It probably won't happen in the future. Probably.

Sorry for the lack of threads and missing my last thread date. Smash came early, I had to visit my parents... I had a busy week. And don't worry about the new trip. I sort of just forgot my old one.

>>35347710
>Get in, why not

>>35347657
>Get in, why not

>>35347657
>"B-but...we hardly know eachother..." Show blatant nervousness and confusion

>>35347657
we are gonna get raped
well, we CAN'T risk offending her, especially with melissa potentially wanting revenge on us.

she is inviting both us and alex both, yes?
what is his expression telling us?

>>35347657
>Write in
"I do not think I am worthy of riding with you, my privilege score is still too high, and [insert other reasons here]!"

>>35347794
That'll just get her all hot and bothered. I like it.

>>35347657
>Follow Alex's lead

>>35347618
This quest sounds Depressing

>>35347657
>Get in, why not

>>35347657
>Write in
>"I'd give you ride *wolf howl followed by cocky laughter* if you know what I mean"

>>35347890
It is a bit. Same way as idiocracy.

>>35347710
>Smash came early, I had to visit my parents...
Oh, so it was you.

You cheeky motherfucker.

>>35347958
You don't think we should rename the quest to be more fitting though?
Depressing Quest?
Depression Quest?

WAIT
I THINK I CAN REMEMBER.

>>35347984
Femrobin is just too good. Really feeling it when I play as Shulk too. But that's all irrelevant.


Anyway, looks like getting in to the sorta stranger's ride while acting flustered is winning. I guess I'll start my writing now.

>>35347853
I bet that is the idea that anon had. be as adorably shy as a 13 year old boy can be.
and maybe we get a sugar mamma.

>>35347657
>>35348185
What oh I see... SECONDED!

You’re not really in a good place to negotiate, considering she outranks you by an absurd degree and you have no wish to get fined for not conforming to the wishes of an individual with a lower privilege rating less than half of yours. But that doesn’t mean you have to be comfortable. Something about her smile just… doesn’t feel right.

You fingers link together behind your back as you stretch out your arms and begin swaying side to side in deliberation. “B-but I don’t know… It’d be an inconvenience to you and I’d hate to be a bothe-”
You’re elbowed in the side a little roughly by Alex. “AHAHA we’d love to HEAD MISTRESS Cheryl.” His normally high voice sounds several octaves higher, but you don’t really know why. He nudges you in as you nurse your side, and soon the two of you are in the surprisingly spacious limo.

The two of you crawl in, and you finally get a good look at Cheryl. Her raven black hair is adorned with a golden… tiara? Her long hair covers one of her eyes and obscures the entire left side of her face, but from what you can see, she’s exceptionally beautiful. Mid twenties, and not a single blemish on her skin aside from some incredibly faint lines around her forehead and nose. The hum of the engine lets you know that you've started moving towards wherever Cheryl wishes at the blazing speed of 25 miles per hour.

>>35348616
As the two of you sit down, her unsettling smile evolves into a fully fledged grin. Once she realizes that she’s staring right at you, she coughs a little and averts her gaze before addressing the two of you. “So nice of for the two of you to finally join me. I’ve been, ah, waiting quite a while for this.” The emphasis she puts on the word waiting unsettles you just the tiniest bit. And she’s staring at you. Again. “You’ve done some truly exceptional things in my service, you two. I’m here to offer you a… reward.”
Alex almost goes luminescent from blushing, but you can’t really imagine why. Her staring is starting to get to you, so you avert your eyes and gaze out the window. You can make out an incredibly rotund person strapping themselves into some sort of harness, with wires leading up to the sky. Wait. that’s Griselda. And those lines are hooked into a trio of helicopters. Gosh, she sure does travel in style.

“How would the two of you like to go on vacation, with me and my retinue? We shall start with a day upon the bright beaches of Brighton, and take a private Helicoptor to Spa Island.


>Fuck it, free vacation, let’s go.
>Just go with what Alex does
>Ask more about said vacation
>Decline, gotta git gud at Knight school.
>Write in

>>35348641
>Write in
"I would prefer to be serving the people in the Knight Academy, but if our mistress wishes it then I will accept."

>>35348641
>>Just go with what Alex does
Dude knows what's up. Besides, playing politics will help us faster than being good at Knight School.

>>35348641
>Ask more about said vacation

>>35348641
>Fuck it, free vacation, let’s go.

>>35348641
>Fuck it, free vacation, let’s go.

>>35348665
This

>>35348641
We are literally going to get raped.

Ask her about the vacation under the pretense of being cautious about dropping Knight School (don't wanna reneg on your duties and shit) but actually because we're scared of this woman. A tiara? Seriously?

So an undercurrent of "please no molestation" while accepting your well deserved vacation? Writing now then.

>>35348915
Silly anon, nobody with a privilege score over 90 can be raped.
in fact, it would be us raping her by default.

also, take it like a man

>>35348956
I didn't see any please no molestation. SOME OF US WANT TO BE MOLESTED THANK YOU.

Hell we can't even be molested our privilege score is too high.

>>35348956
No, more >>35348665 than no molestation.

>>35348977
>>35348979
Ok, more serving rather than anti-molestation. Writing for real this time.

>>35349003
Also, can't we just call ourselves a transneuter parahuman cismale?

>>35349351
that won't fly, considering we're obviously a black lesbian woman trapped in a white heterosexual cishet male's body.

>>35349421
>heterosexual
Now, now, we can always be flexible about that...

“Um, I really want to, but I’ve got to study. I want to be a Knight, and I should really get round to that basic training”
She scoffs, actually scoffs at you. “You’re skilled enough. With my word you could be a lieutenant within weeks. There’s no need.to do more than you’ve already done, Gordon.” You turn to face Alex for conformation, and notice that he’s pouting a little. “With all due respect, mistress. That goes against protocol and-”

She giggles. It’s a low, deep giggle that sounds faintly ominous in the confined space of the limo. “"Mmmh-mmmh-mmmh-mmmh… Don’t worry about that corporal. I make the rules, you just follow them.”

Alex’s face contorts with the barest flash of anger, of righteous indignation. The type of anger that make you forget who you’re speaking to. “Corporal? I’m a Captain, for Empress’s sake!”

Cheryl’s mouth stretches in a wide smile, and her eyes are almost closed. It should be a welcoming, warm gesture, but the facial expression is the scariest and most unsettling one yet. “Interrupt me again and you won’t be.”

Alex visibly pales and shuts his mouth tight. Cheryl turns back to you. “So, what do you say?”

Not really seeing a way out, you just agree to it. “I guess I can go on this holiday. Where are we headed off to?”

“Well, the plan is to spend today at the beach, the bright shores of Brighton beach. After, we take a helicopter to my villa upon the floating wonder, Spa Island. We can skip the beach trip if you so wish.

>Any questions?
>Skip the beach epi- I mean skip the beach day?
>UMI DA (Head to the beach)
>Write in

>>35349351
>>35349421
Trying to lower our privilege score?
You people disgust me and all need to check your privilege.
If anything, we need to find ways to raise our privilege score in order to atone for being so privileged.

>>35349486
>UMI DA (Head to the beach)

There are no breaks on this rapetrain!

>>35349486
Beach day means swimsuits. Unless they have something particularly modest for us to wear I don't want to run the risk of accidentally raping someone with my patriarchy stick. Maybe skip the beach?

>>35349486
"W-would it uhm, b-be okay to ask ab-b-bout your gender and prefered pronouns?"

>>35349486
>UMI DA (Head to the beach)

>>35349486
>UMI DA (Head to the beach)
i can't not vote for this

>>35349490
f-forgive great patriarch, for i have sinned...

>>35349486
>UMI DA (Head to the beach)
>13 year old goes on a beach trip with pedophilic mistress
nothing will happen

>>35349486
>>UMI DA (Head to the beach)

Time for the beach. Writing now.

>>35349555
Yeah, I forgot about this in her introduction. I feel sort of bad.

>>35349548
Don't worry. Swimsuits with skirts.

>>35349548
>I don't want to run the risk of accidentally TRIGGER raping someone with my TRIGGER patriarchy stick.

ftfy

“I’ll just head straight to the beach with you then, Mistress.”

“Ah~, I hoped you would say that.” Her gaze once again returns to that predatory unsettling look. It sort of feels like she’s going to gobble you up.

“A-and if you don’t mind me asking, what are your pronouns, Mistress?”

“Oh, you can call me whatever you want. But I’m Cis-Pan and use standard female pronouns.”

The journey to Brighton takes a while. With a significant chunk of the motorway gone, it became a bit of a chore to navigate the roads and motorways to reach your destination. You spend most of that time daydreaming. You remember being taught about beaches, back in your old little room. Golden sands as far as the eye can see, deep blue waves crashing against the shore, with the sun beating down upon your back and the refreshing sea breeze. Since you didn’t get out much, you don’t have any memories of going to the beach and enjoying the time there like most people have. This is your first shot and you’re going to make sure it counts. Alex plays with some manner of phone, while Cheryl makes several calls. There’s a staggering amount of “Cancel all my appointments” and “Reschedule” being flung about. One of the things that catches your ear is her contacting a caretaker of some sort? Or is it merely a friend? It seems as if she’s having company meet her there.

>>35350659

When you arrive Cheryl claps her hands and both you and Alex turn towards her. "Well, we're here!"

She reaches into a small compartment beneath her seat, and pulls out a pair of swimsuits. They both look a lot like a school one piece, but it has a short skirt just above the hips, while the other is flat.
She tosses the flat one to Alex, and hands the other to you.
"Alex, why don't you change outside? Gordon, would you mind changing in the car?"
Alex pauses for a second, waiting to see if the Head Mistress has any more words. Seeing that she doesn't, he wordlessly opens the door, and walks out. You can see him mouth 'good luck' to you as he leaves. Why on earth would he mouth that?
You change fairly quickly. Cheryl stares transfixed as you change, until you remove your panties, at which point she blushes, the crimson a stark contrast to the rest of her unhealthily pale skin. The one piece fits snugly, and the skirt preserves your modesty. When you're finished, your spectator wipes a bit of drool off of her face, and opens the door for the pair of you to leave.

It’s there. The Sea. You take a run, and leave behind everyone as you leap towards the golden sands that you know are waiting below to cushion your fall. You shout “THE OCEAN” as you careen towards the ground without a care in the world.

>>35350659
>One of the things that catches your ear is her contacting a caretaker of some sort? Or is it merely a friend? It seems as if she’s having company meet her there.
well that sparked my paranoia

>>35350706
dear god, ha.

>>35350706
Your leg makes a sickening crunch as it collides with the pebbles that litter the beach. Pebbles, what? There is no sand. Merely pebbles as far as the eye can see. It’s just pebbles, with a pair of burnt out piers to your left. T-this isn’t like the videos at all... You begin crying, but sniffle to hold it in.
It doesn’t work. The wetness travels down your face, but as it starts hitting your hair you understand that it isn’t tears. It’s raining.

“Gosh, what an idiot.”

A black haired girl with twintails is watching your suffering from a nearby chair under an umbrella and she looks faintly amused. The sly sneer her face is wearing seems mocking if nothing else.

>Confront girl
>Head back to car, dejected
>Dreams will never die, get into that ocean
>Find (PERSON)
>Write in

>>35350822
>Find
Mistress

>>35350822
>Just sit there, heartbroken..."It's not like the ocean at all..." Someone will find us eventually, starng longingly at the beach.

>>35350822
>>35350863
seconded.

I'll be right back, I've got to go get a "nearly an hour past midnight" snack.

>>35350822
>>35350875
I support this course of action

>>35350822
>Dreams will never die, get into that ocean
swim

>>35350822
Being a weak-willed pansy didn't get us where we are today. Wipe off those tears and run straight into the water!

>>35350875
This. It's not...it's not the ocean anymore. All there is is to wait until someone finds us.

>>35351012
It's probably some sort of gelled foam to prevent injures.

>>35350822
>>Confront girl

>>35351012
I'm back. Looks like brooding about shattered hopes and destroyed dreams win.
This'll probably be a short update.
Writing now.

>>35351304
Test

You just sit there and stare. You never realized it until now, but there’s a lot of grey. Way too much grey for June. The rocks and pebbles are grey, the sky is a flat grey, the concrete bulkheads are grey, everything. Even the ocean is a blue so dirty you might as well call it grey. With the white foam and the black ruins of the piers, it’s almost as if you’re watching the world through monochrome. You think about disregarding everything and heading into the ocean to frolic regardless, but you can’t summon the will to do so.

Is this is? Is your life going to be nothing but Brighton’s? Your imagination hypes up everything and gives you the greatest of expectations, only for your hopes to be shattered like glass. Is there even a point to living when there are obviously no pleasures left in the realm for you to enjoy? Perhaps you should let yourself be washed out to sea, see if you can find a paradise. Somewhere where the sun shines and it doesn’t rain in the middle of Jun-

“Uh, you OK?”

You turn. It’s the black haired girl again. She’s over your shoulder, checking you for injuries. You take in her appearance. It’s atypical to say the least. She looks about two years your senior, and looks kind of cute. Her outfit looks heavily inspired by the counterculture of the 90’s and 2000’s, the punk style. Black clothes, short shorts, ear and tongue piercings, the whole lot. The black clashes with her pale, pasty skin. Her shirt is the most curious. Not only does it look torn, but it has a message on it.
FUCK THE MATRIARCHY

Huh. Seems like she’s a rebel or an activist or something.

>>35351829
Patriarchal chemical detected, an attitude adjustment squad has been dispatched with a full arsenal of corrective Femichals to help shepherd you towards the correct way of life.

>>35351881

“Seriously, did you hit your head or something?” Legitimate concern creeps into her voice, and you finally reply.
“I-I’m fine. Just a little depressed, that’s all.”
She scoffs. She stops crouching and stands up, and she helps you up off the floor. She takes a quick look at your crotch, but blushes and looks away. “I-I’m Sarah. I’m being dragged along to my idiot sister’s holiday along with her new boytoys and I’ve got to kill some time here.”
She walks back to her chair, and offers you a plastic chair to sit on under the umbrella, then throws you a towel. “Dry yourself off.”

“Thanks Sarah.” You shiver a bit. The sea breeze is frigid to say the least. “I-i’m Gordon. I’m a cis Het-”
She gives you a hard stare and her voice goes flat. “I don’t give a shit about that junk.”
“Oh.”


Pick some.
>There are some mysterious sweets (TRANSLATION: CANDY) nearby. Ask if you can have some?
>Talk to her about stuff? (That sweet punk rebellion style)
>Go back into the ocean, fuck the cold.
>Go exploring along the beach (Take Sarah y/n?)


Also, roll dice+1d100 for reasons.

Rolled 86 (1d100)

>>35351897
>Talk to her about stuff? (That sweet punk rebellion style)

Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>35351897
>Talk to her about stuff? (That sweet punk rebellion style)

Rolled 6 (1d100)

>>35351897
>Talk to her about stuff? (That sweet punk rebellion style)

Rolled 95 (1d100)

>>35351897
>Talk to her about stuff? (That sweet punk rebellion style)

>>35351897
"I...haven't been out of my room very much until recently. Is everything like this? Cold and grey, and...and dead? It's like people kept taking things out of the world until everything was the same color, and there was nothing left alive..."

>>35351897
>Talk to her about stuff? (That sweet punk rebellion style)
finally, someone to connect with.

we spent a weekend with both Cheryl and sarah
cheryl sees we got something going on with her baby sister
cheryl deflowers us, then sets us up with sarah (or potentially threesome)
become boytoy of sarah, a mistress who thinks the matriarchy is bullshit and teaches us alternative ideals
eventually we fall in love

Rolled 1 (1d4)

>>35351922
>>35351974
>>35351980
>>35351987
Rolling 1d4 to see which one is selected. Don't worry, even if it's 3, nothing that bad will happen.

Asking about the rebellious phase and the cold greyness of everything it is then

>>35352133
This sounds pretty great actually.

>>35351897
If she wants to FUCK THE MATRIARCHY I doubt she's into sissy boys. Let's take a dip into that water and see what's become of the shoreline.

>>35352499
>going into polluted looking water is manly
wat?

>>35352809
>>implying facing the unknown isn't manly

We came here to swim and the only reason we aren't is because we're shaking in our little frilly swimsuit. Fuck that noise.

>>35352934
pollution isn't unknown.

>>35352499
>>35352809
Post is nearly done.

Quick thing, Brighton pretty much always looks grey, gloomy stony and horrible. It's still the best vacation spot in Britain. The new world order had nothing to do with making it so depressing, it's naturally formed depression. They just messed up the water a little and made it greyer than usual.

>>35352968
We don't know if it's polluted though! It could be just fine and we're missing out because we think it's icky.

>>35352997
Ah. Beach going in Britain. It all makes sense. The Matriarchy didn't do this... the English did.

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You sigh. She cocks her head as if to ask what is wrong, and you take that as cue to start. “Is it always like this? So… grey? So drab and dull?”

“What? Is this your first time here or something?”

“Yes. I wasn’t allowed to leave my room until recently. The beach is nothing like I was told. It's like people kept taking things out of the world until everything was the same colour, and there was nothing left.”

“Yeah. That’s Brighton for you. Windy drab and grey for the past thousand years. Best representative of England there is. Woo.” Her deadpan cheer actually gets a little chuckle out of you, and you decide to clear your head of the shattered shards that once held your hopes and dreams, and move onto cheerier topics. Like her attire.

“What’s up with the outfit? It’s a bit… strange.”

She sticks her tongue out at you and your eyes meet for a short while before she breaks into laughter. “Haha, everybody says that. Even the kid fresh out of his room.” She wipes an imaginary tear from her eye. “I choose to wear my beliefs close to my chest. I don’t hide them from anyone, I let the world know what I think.” She points her thumb at her (rather flat) chest.
“I might get a lot of flack for it, I might even end up arrested one day. But as long as I make a difference, I don’t give a fuck.”

>>35352997
I got halfway through the first line of the reveal post and went 'shit, yeah, this is set in England'. As if this future world wasn't bad enough already, british isles climate.

>>35353137
She grabs a stick of crimson confectionery from the table and takes a massive bite out of it, and begins chewing. “Sho gud… You want some?”
You’re suddenly gripped with a supernatural sense of foreboding. Despite being colourful, you decide against it. It’s probably hard as rock and will destroy your teeth or something. You respectfully decline, and she shrugs. “Suit yourself.”
For a time, there’s only the crunch of the candy (Which you learn is actually called Rock, named so for it’s rocklike hardness) the crashing of waves upon the stony shore, the pitter patter of rain falling, and the chirping of seagulls.


That is until Cheryl arrives.
“SISTER!”
Cheryl rushes towards the punk girl. Sarah’s eyes go wide, and she tries to run. Cheryl grabs onto one of the twintails and yanks her back into a smothering hug. Together, you can actually see the resemblance. Pale skin, black hair. The only major difference is in their figures, and that’s probably an age thing.

As the Cheryl embraces her slightly unwilling sister, Alex is busy carrying an umbrella and supplies and looks incredibly dejected. You should probably do something.


>It’s nearly 3AM and I have a lecture at 9!
>Next post will probably be the last one for tonight

>>Pick some
>Go see what’s going on with Alex
>Distract Cheryl to save your new friend.
>Watch in vague amusement.
>Fuck it, OCEAN
>Write in

>>35352997
Oh right, Britain, cant really blame them for that, the country is designed to depress people.

Its no wonder they went empire building, it was to get away from how terrible the homeland was/is.

>>35353261
>Distract Cheryl to save your new friend.

>>35353261
>watch

>>35353261
They're distracted, so lets take this opportunity to GO FOR A NICE REFRESHING SWIM IN THE WATERS OF THE BRITISH ISLES.

>>35353261
>Fuck it, OCEAN

>>35353416
But.. I like to lack mutations... and you know breathing.

>>35353261
>Distract Cheryl to save your new friend.

>>35353261
>Distract Cheryl to save your new friend.

>>35353261
>Distract Cheryl to save your new friend.

>>35353261
>Distract Cheryl to save your new friend.

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>>35347618
Op, I love you. This quest is insulting, offensive, horrible, and my guilty pleasure. Please keep up the good work.

>>35353639
Thanks Anon.

Well, that's pretty much a unanimous vote. Writing now

>>35353639
>Pay 2 gold a night for an inn
holy fuck that is overpriced. should be 2 copper for a bottom tier inn, 2 silver for high tier one.

also, camping outside at night increases chances of random encounter and sweet delicious XP.

>>35353261
>>Distract Cheryl to save your new friend.
We must assist her.

Uh, I need a dice+2d100 real quick from you guys.

Rolled 86, 70 = 156 (2d100)

>>35354009

Rolled 58, 7 = 65 (2d100)

>>35354009
rollan

Rolled 28, 24 = 52 (2d100)

>>35354009
and failure

Oh gosh, Sarah’s getting attacked by the incredibly creepy woman! You can’t pry them apart, Cheryl might punish you for that. And that would be pretty awful. Perhaps you could distract her? But how?

There’s only one way you know how to. She was pretty curious about your body when you were changing, perhaps you could use her anatomical curiosity against her! You grab a bit of the rock before droppingit down onto the pebbly ground below. You make an overly dramatic “OOPS” and bend over to pick it up

>DOUBLE SUCCESS

You bend over, and the siblings cease their struggling and turn to look at you. It’s working! Time for the finisher. You unwrap the Rock and begin sucking the slightly phallic candy. Cheryl looks at you with a barely-contained hunger within her eyes. Sarah, on the other hand, just stares transfixed. The rock is actually quite tasty. Very sugary though.

You break a bit off, and keep that in your mouth to suck on. With no further distractions, the two girls turn to normal. You detect a slight flush in Sarah’s face, and you’re almost certain that she’s trying to avoid looking you in the eye. Cheryl, on the other hand looks perfectly composed. But her left hand is writhing and spasming uncontrollably, making numerous grabbing motions. Her right is holding her left wrist, clamping down on it and preventing it from doing anything… unsavoury. She’s the first to speak up after the brief scuffle.
“Now that we’re all, acquainted, lets have some fun at the beach, hmm?”

>>35354266
pls, cheryl isn't creepy, she is obviously a doting older sister and is obviously friendly nice woman who just has our best interests at heart.

>>35354417
cheryl pls go

thread end? or was there another post and op fell asleep?

>>35356265

Well, I fell asleep before posting this. It's the end of the thread anyway, though.
And that's the end of this thread. It seemed like a natural place to end things.

Sorry for all of the delays and going silent on twitter for a while. It won't happen again.


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