>>35455055
[2/2]

“And hey, you tell that little Jap friend of yours I said Hi, alright?”

Ugh, damn it Jock, you just had to give that reminder. Whatever, he didn’t mean nothing by it. You walk away out of the bridge and into the main gondola. Above you can see the envelope, gas bags filled with helium, and below that the skeletal glowing blue works of the Atomic engine. It’s a relatively smooth ride considering the engine nacelles are rockets instead of propellers, but as Doctor Savage said, “gives it the speed it needs!”

You’re no Howard Hughes so you can’t argue with that.

Now, what to do?

> Review the mission at hand, you’re close to Skull Island anyway
> Go see Anneliese, she ought to be in her room.
> Go find Rana, maybe she’s gushing about the Atomic Engine again.
> Write in

>>35455063
> Go see Anneliese, she ought to be in her room.

What year is it?

>>35455109
1939 thereabouts.

>>35455063
> Go see Anneliese, she ought to be in her room.

>>35455063
> Go see Anneliese, she ought to be in her room.

>>35455063
>> Go see Anneliese, she ought to be in her room.
Lightning already leave?

>>35455063
> Review the mission at hand, you’re close to Skull Island anyway

>>35455063
>> Review the mission at hand, you’re close to Skull Island anyway

>>35455117
So the B-19 isn't finished yet. Oh well.

>>35455063
> Review the mission at hand, you’re close to Skull Island anyway

>>35455063
>Review the mission at hand, you’re close to Skull Island anyway

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> Go see Anneliese, she ought to be in her room.

You knock on the door. “Anneliese. You in there?”

“Ja, ja, come in.” It’s the little things that remind you that Anneliese was German. You open up the door and walk into her room. Unlike you or Rana, her room has been left as it was. You even think it’s a little more Spartan than it was when you moved into the Sparrow. Anneliese lies on her bed, in her simple blouse and skirt. Nothing too fancy about it. She’s reading a comic book, Detective Comics by the look of it. Without even looking up at you, she asks, “Was ist los?”

You stare at her.

She looks up, then sighs. “What is wrong?”

“Nothing!” You sit down in her spare chair and sit down across from her, smiling. “Nothing at all.”

“Am I going to be your queer slave since your schnuckiputzi left us for a higher paying contract?” she asks bluntly. Ow, darn it, Anneliese. Ow…

You shake your head. “N-no.” You huff, crossing your arms and glaring at her a bit. “Jeez, Anneliese. I just wanted to talk.”

“Sure,” she says. “My apologies. What did you wish to talk about?”

> How do you think the mission is gonna go?
> You ever miss the Magisch Korps?
> Queer slave?
> Write in

>>35455416
>How do you think the mission is gonna go?
...
>Queer slave?

>>35455416
>Queer slave?
> You ever miss the Magisch Korps?

>>35455416
>Queer slave?
>schnuckiputzi?
Anneliese please, we're not like that.

>>35455416
> How do you think the mission is gonna go?

>>35455416
> You ever miss the Magisch Korps?
> Queer slave?

>>35455416
>> Queer slave?
She wouldn't, probably

>>35455416
>> Queer slave?
Just who taught you that, Tiger?

>>35455416
> Queer slave?

>>35455416
>You ever miss the Magisch Korps?


Queer slave, someone apparently had to spend a bit too much time around Knives.

> Queer slave?

You tilt your head. “Queer slave?”

Anneliese shrugs, going back to reading her comic book. “That is what I assumed your relationship with Sumire was. Was I wrong?”

“… very,” you say. “Very, very, wrong.”

“Ah, my apologies again,” she says. “I should really stop assuming things it seems.” She closes up the comic book and looks at you concernedly. The first time she’s done that in… forever actually. “But, Liberty, I must say, it is strange not having her around. And she really left you just because of money?”

You sigh, leaning back and looking up at the ceiling. That is something you really hate to admit but it is something you have to acknowledge. “Yeah. I guess.”

“Then perhaps she is not your friend, even in Germany before Hitler, we valued family above money,” she says. “I didn’t have one mind you but it is still something to consider.”

“Are you trying to tell me the Nazis have some sort of edge? Because that’s not going to work.”

Anneliese shakes her head. “Perhaps you should choose your friends better. Henrietta is a good friend to me. Helped accommodate me in the United States when everything started settling down. You and Rana have been good friends to me as well.” She sigh, pausing a bit. “I like friends.”

> “So are you prepared then?”
> “I like you too, Anneliese.”
> Leave Anneliese alone for now.
> Write in

>>35455784
>“I like you too, Anneliese.”

>>35455784
>> “I like you too, Anneliese.”
Tiger is a good girl

>>35455784
>“I like you too, Anneliese.”


>before Hitler
If nothing else, he valued family pretty highly too.

>>35455784
>Write in
"Perhaps she does value family and needs money for that?"

>>35455784
> “I like you too, Anneliese.”

>Other

Ask her a bit about herself.

>>35455784
>> “I like you too, Anneliese.”
We should chat more.

>>35455784
> “I like you too, Anneliese.”

>>35455784
>> “I like you too, Anneliese.”

> “I like you too, Anneliese.”

You lean in, smiling at her. “I like you too, Anneliese. There’s something really charming about you.”

Anneliese grunts. “I am exactly what you see. People who hide what they are, are nothing but cowards and traitors to themselves. No point in trying to wear a mask.” She scoots up the bed and pulls out another comic book, Action Comics. “Anyway, Liberty, I like you as well.”

…

“That don’t sound genuine,” you say.

“My apologies, again,” she says. “I very rarely tell people I like them.”

“Why? Afraid they might reject it?”

“No, I just rarely meet people I like.”

You giggle, standing up and heading to the door. “Well, good talk, Anneliese. You’re prepared for today, right?” She nods. “Good, good. I’ll see you down in the hangar in a hour.” You snap your finger before you leave. You smirk at her. “Oh, yeah. I woke up in the middle of the night, felt like someone was watching me sleep. You ever get that?”

Anneliese very slowly turns red in the face as she lifts up her comic to cover it. “I do not know what you are talking about.”

You roll your eyes. “Sure…”

> + ANNELIESE FAVOR

You shut the door behind you, giggling a bit. Anneliese should kick that habit of watching you when you sleep. You can protect yourself if someone tries to slice your throat.

> Head down to the Hangar, time to get prepared
> Go find Rana, see what she’s up to.
> Write in

>>35456159
> Go find Rana, see what she’s up to.

>>35456159
>Head down to the Hangar, time to get prepared

>>35456159
>> Go find Rana, see what she’s up to.
How's Bomber doing

>>35456159
>Head down to the Hangar, time to get prepared

>>35456159
>Go find Rana, see what she’s up to.
Too many cuties, too little time.

>>35456159
>> Go find Rana, see what she’s up to.
Wait, there's actual stats in this game?

>>35456159
>> Head down to the Hangar, time to get prepared

> Go find Rana, see what she’s up to.

“Hey, Rana, what are you working on?”

Rana turns back from the engine of an autogyro, her cheeks covered in oil and grease. It was one specifically built for the Zeppelins in mind, modified with a trapping hook for the flying trapeze system. Specifically, it was a Pitcarin PAA-1. She smiles at you. “Just working on this autogyro here. It only fits two but I think it could be great for recce and surveying.”

You nod. “Yeah, that’s why Doctor Savage loaned it to us.”

“Speaking of Doctor Savage, you two-“ She tugs on her hair a bit, squealing. “Of all the people, you’re practically his daughter! I wish I could be you, Christine! THE Doctor Savage, the architect of the Atlantropa Dam! The Man of Bronze! The Egghead of the Big Apple! The-… EVERYTHING!” She squeals, bouncing in place.

“Yeah,” you say. Honestly, you never thought much of it like she did. Doctor Savage seemed like a normal person who just happened to own a giant company and be an agent for the SSO like you.

Rana sighs. “Honestly, it’s like- wow! What was it like? Growing up with him?”

> Exciting
> Dangerous
> I’d much prefer growing up with a Mom and Dad.
> Write in

>>35456563
>Exciting

>>35456563
> Exciting

>>35456563
>> Exciting

>>35456563
>Exciting
Let Rana keep her fantasies.

>>35456563
>Exciting
That doesn't sound at all like what Chris said on the way to his Fortress.

>>35456563
> Exciting

Also, >autogyro
Muh dick.

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> Exciting

“Oh, it was an adventure!” You throw your hands up in the air for emphasis. “It was like in the comics! Journeys through Skull Island, expeditions to lost cities, and discoveries of the technological and historical nature.” You smile at her as she looks wistfully at you, the entire universe in her eyes. “Doctor Savage knows how to raise a kid, Rana, he was like an Uncle to me.”

She nods violently. “Oh, I’d prefer to have him for a father, don’t you think?”

“Oh, no man, not even Doc Savage could replace my father,” you say. “But that’s another story for later. You know what you’re doing with this autogyro?”

She nods again, tapping the engine block with a spanner. “I’ve been reading the manual. One benefit of being a Magical Girl is being able to process information relatively quickly.”

“And yet I still can’t learn German,” you say. Not that you want to be German, you just think it would be really useful to know. Maybe even insult the Krauts in their own language. That’d be nice.

Rana smiles. “Well, I reckon if you sit down for a few days with a book, you’ll be a walking English-to-German dictionary, Chris.” She turns around and goes back to work on the engine. “Anyway, I think we should be approaching Skull Island soon.”

Ah, right.

> + RANA FAVOR

> Embark on the expedition
> Go over the plan one last time with the crew.
> Continue talking with Rana
> Write in

>>35457017
>Embark on the expedition

>>35457017
> Go over the plan one last time with the crew.

>>35457017
>Embark on the expedition

>>35457017
>> Go over the plan one last time with the crew.

>>35457017
> Go over the plan one last time with the crew.

>>35457017
>Go over the plan one last time with the crew.

>>35457017
>> Go over the plan one last time with the crew.
Prior planning and preparation prevents pitiful poor performance.

>>35457017
> Go over the plan one last time with the crew.

>>35457017
>> Go over the plan one last time with the crew.

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> Go over the plan one last time with the crew.

You gather up Rana and Anneliese and place down the map of the island on the hood of your truck. “Right, where is where we’ll be landing. Deep within the island. Cloud cover is going to take us in where we’ll be moving down south towards a ruined Atlantean city.”

Rana asks, “What are we looking for?”

“Hopefully, it’ll be the Magisch Korps. But there’s another problem in that the IJA have also landed on Skull Island in force and have already rounded up a lot of the natives and well… You all read the newspapers on that.” Deplorable, all of it. “Anyway, rules of engagement are the same with the Japs. More importantly, we’re looking to hopefully steal back the Shard and gather up new information on what they intend to do with it. That means…”

You place down a photo, showing a large spire like building in the center of the old city, “Going here. This is an old temple that the Atlanteans built to honor the Gods. The Messengers have told us these particular temples have a certain aura of magic around them. The Shard might be something they want to us to… activate it or whatever. I’m gonna be honest, I’m making this up as I go along.”

“Then be honest,” says Anneliese. “What is the plan?”

“We go in, try and steal it back,” you say. “Simple.”

“Alright!” Rana grins, patting the hood of the truck. “When do we land?”

“Thirty minutes. Rana, you’ll drive the truck and we’ll ride in back. Jock will keep the Sparrow circling the island, but if the Kleine Fraulein is in the area, it won’t last long. Let’s try to make this quick and easy.”

[1/2]

>>35457587
[2/2]

…

…

“PUSH!”

Okay, maybe you shouldn’t have said “quick and easy” because the first thing that happened upon landing in the jungles of Skull Island is the fact that your truck has been bogged down in mud. You and Anneliese shove the truck’s rear as Rana gives it the gas. The truck is important, it has supplies for several days in case you do have to stay on the island for an extended period of time.

But now, it just seems like a liability.

Rana looks back, frowning. “The ruddy thing won’t go!”

You and Anneliese look back at her, splattered head to toe in mud. “We hadn’t noticed,” you say.

> Leave the truck. You can come back for it later.
> Keep trying, you’d rather eat canned beans than bugs for breakfast.
> Write in

>>35457605
>Keep trying, you’d rather eat canned beans than bugs for breakfast.

>>35457605
>Keep trying, you’d rather eat canned beans than bugs for breakfast.

>>35457605
>Keep trying, you’d rather eat canned beans than bugs for breakfast.
Can't give up immediately.

>>35457605
>> Keep trying, you’d rather eat canned beans than bugs for breakfast.

>>35457605
>> Keep trying, you’d rather eat canned beans than bugs for breakfast.

>>35457605
> Keep trying, you’d rather eat canned beans than bugs for breakfast.

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Is there something we can use to convert the front wheels into skis?

>>35457903
For mud? We'd be better off with tracks. A halftrack would be good here.

Or we could ride Tiger.

> Keep trying, you’d rather eat canned beans than bugs for breakfast.

You sigh. “Keep trying, Rana.” You grab onto the rear bumper with Anneliese. “This’ll be the difference between easy fun time or nasty no fun time where we get eaten by Raptors.”

Rana looks back. “There are dinosaurs on this island!?”

“Why do you think people come here?” you ask. That’s not even a rhetorical question. If you were a guy with disposable income and nothing else to do with your time, you sure as hell would come here just to see a darn dinosaur.

Then again, most of these dinosaurs are evolved to kill each other, humans are basically bugs under their feet. And some of these dinosaurs like them bugs like an entomophagist .

Rana shrugs. “I just thought it looked like a nice place.”

Anneliese says, “Really. A place called Skull Island is a nice place. It must rank in the top ten island destinations like Death Island or Kill-All-Humans Rock.”

“No need to be so sarcastic,” you say. You can clearly see Rana be hurt by that little comment. “Let’s just get this thing out of this bog before-“

You hear the bushes shift. You all hush up, even stopping your breathing. You look around, there’s nothing but greenery and insects to fill your vision. But there is something out there.

> Go investigate
> Keep pushing
> RUN AWAY
> Write in

>>35457959
>Keep pushing
Raptors cannot get you if you are in a moving truck. That's where the T-rex gets you, but we'll hear him coming.

>>35457959

> Wait and prepare to transform and fight.

Let them come to us. Last thing we need is a Jurassic Park "Clever Girl" moment.

>>35457959
>Keep pushing

>>35457959
> Create shields underneath the tires to help give the truck traction gogogo

>>35457959
>Keep pushing

>>35458060
This.

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> Keep pushing

“Keep pushing.” You prod Anneliese to start pushing again. Rana takes this as her sign to accelerate the truck. Even with your all might and strength, the truck barely moves forward a few foot. It’s enough to encourage you, but not enough to save you.

You hear a rumble. All of you stop again. “Stop that!” you yell. “Keep going!” You keep pressing forward. Save the truck! Save the truck! You can hear the very trees tremble. Whatever it is that’s closing in, it’s big and it must really be hungry!

“Come on! We’re almost free!” shouts Rana.

You look back for a second, and out of the corner of your eye you can see something huge close in. The ground shakes and shudders as it starts coming in faster and faster. Oh, that’s not a Raptor at all. Thank God.

It’s just a bull Ferrucutus.

It explodes of the woods, roaring loud enough to blur your vision as it charges at you.

> Dive out of the way (Roll 1d20 Best of three)
> Transform and stand your ground (Roll 1d20 Best of three)
> Write in

> When rolling, the vote will be locked in to the option that hits three votes first.

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>35458416
>Dive out of the way (Roll 1d20 Best of three)

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>35458416
>Dive out of the way (Roll 1d20 Best of three)
It'll just keep going, right?

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>35458416
>> Dive out of the way (Roll 1d20 Best of three)

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>35458416
>> Transform and stand your ground (Roll 1d20 Best of three)

>>35458475
Yeah, right into the truck.

>>35458504
>Yeah, right into the truck.
Well, maybe it can shove it out for us.

>>35458504
Hooray for vote-locking!

>>35458416
>> Dive out of the way (Roll 1d20 Best of three)

> Dive out of the way

“Look out!” Everyone jumps away in different directions, kissing the mud and grass. The giant Ferrecutus rams into the truck, crushing it and pancaking it into the side of a giant tree. Cans of beans and food tumble out of the back, getting lost amongst the foliage. Ah damn it!

The Ferrecutus roars, backing up and shaking its head.

“Chris!” Rana shouts. “Are you okay!?”

You stand up, then immediately dive to the ground again. The Ferrecutus grunts and barks as it stumbles around the clearing, smashing logs and trees. Apparently that truck wasn’t good enough for it!

“I’m fine!” is something you would say if the Ferrecutus hadn’t stepped over you. You roll and crawl around, dodging its mighty tree trunks for legs. Every stomp and every step rattles your brain.

“Hang on!” says Anneliese. “I can get you out!”

> “Forget it! I can do it!” (Roll 1d20 Best of three)
> “Help me out, please!”
> Write in

>>35458605
>> “Help me out, please!”
Give the little tiger a chance to shine.

>>35458605
>“Help me out, please!”
I'd rather not trust the dice with our survival if I can help it.

>>35458605
>“Help me out, please!”

>>35458605
>“Help me out, please!”

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>35458605
>“Forget it! I can do it!” (Roll 1d20 Best of three)

> “Help me out, please!”

You raise your arm. “Help me out!”

Anneliese nods, presenting her Soul Ring. It flashes white, and then out of it comes segments of Anneliese’s armor. Her armored gauntlets snap on shut. Her thick metal legs come and weld themselves together. Then her gigantic 88mm gun comes down right into her arms. With that, Anneliese’s goggles glow red as she looks upon the Ferrecutus.

>> MECHA MAGICAL GIRL TIGER! <<

She charges at the beast, tackling it and sending it away from you. It roars, slamming into a tree and scattering leaves and bark everywhere. Tiger plants the barrel of the 88 right into its neck, then fires. Blood splatters all across her face and her armor. The Ferrecutus drops dead, whining with a snapped neck as it slides down the tree.

Rana runs up to you, helping you up. “Wow, that was easy,” says Rana.

Tiger nods, stepping to you. “Simple animals, no match for a trained Magical Girl like myself.”

You all look to the truck, which has been completely crushed and rendered unusuable.

Darn.

“Well… gather up the food, what we can anyway,” you say. “We should keep moving.”

> Take point
> “Rana, take point.”
> “Tiger, take point.”
> Write in

>>35458910
>> “Tiger, take point.”
Tonk in front.

>>35458910
>Take point
We have the strong defense.

>>35458910
>Take point

>>35458910
>Take point

>>35458910
>Take point

>>35458910
> Take point

>>35458910
>> Take point

> Take point

“Follow me,” you say. Tiger kneels down and lets Rana ride on her back. Rana happily giggles as she hangs onto Tiger’s shoulders. With that, they trail behind you as you grab a machete and start blazing a trail through the jungles of Skull Island.

Rana says, “So, what exactly are the Nazis looking for?”

You say, “Well, Elephant did mention something about an Astronomer. It’s probably some hokie myth or something.” You slash at a bush and move on.

Tiger nods. “Magic, dinosaurs, and super science, but a simple Astronomer is a myth.”

“I’m just saying, it’s probably something to pad out her confession. Make it seem good, you know?” Sometimes you’ve done that, however you always made sure to give out false information, but make it seem like it was reliable false information. You can really avoid a lot of trouble if you just lied all the time.

Rana says, “Well, I hope we find it. Maybe it’s worth something!”

… oh your heart. Sumire! Your kingdom for Sumire! If she were here now, she could really cheer you up by doing something stupid.

…

…

You arrive at a large swamp. Brown water renders the ground completely unseen, and great trees grow from its depths. Leaves lie still on the water as you all look out towards it. You cross your arms, sighing. “This is in the way.”

“Should we go around?” asks Rana.

You consult the map. “Nearest dry land to cross is two miles.”

Tiger nods. “What shall we do then? It should not be too deep.”

> Try to ford the Swamp
> Build some rafts
> Forget it, go around
> Write in

>>35459321
>> Build some rafts
Two miles to find a crossing in jungle might as well be five miles. We ain't got no time for that.

>>35459321
> Try to ford the Swamp

What could go wrong?

>>35459321
>> Build some rafts

>>35459321
>Build some rafts

>>35459321
>Build some rafts

>>35459321
>Build some rafts

>>35459321

> Build some rafts

All that girl scout training has led to this moment of truth.

> Build some rafts

Oh, every moment of your life in the Girl Scouts has been building up to this. You pull the rope out of your backpack and pull it taut, grinning. Rana and Tiger step away from you worriedly. You are going to do something you thought you would never do again for no good reason. You are going to build a log raft. “Get me some wood, girls.”

Rana and Tiger start pulling logs and branches big enough and long enough to serve as platforms. You tie them all together, expertly. With your sleeves rolled up high and your skirt hiked up to give you better form and mobility, you give these branches the old one-two punch. Doctor Savage was thorough in his teaching of the proper knot, and he believed that everyone should have some knowledge of being able to build a raft in emergency conditions.

And clearly he was right!

Finally, you have a log raft, capable of lifting you three. Tiger withdraws from her armor, favoring a lighter approach to make it easy on you two. “Right,” you say. “Let’s shove off.”

You push the raft out onto the water, then mount up. You check the map again. The Atlantean city should only be another few miles after this swamp.

Rana smiles, happily playing with the water. “This is great! A journey through a beautiful island lost in time with my good friends!” She’s giddy again. “Isn’t this great, Chris?”

> “Sure.”
> “Not now, we’re on a mission.”
> “Better than New York, huh?”
> Write in

>>35459679
>> “Better than New York, huh?”

>>35459679
>“Better than New York, huh?”

>>35459679
>“Better than New York, huh?”

>playing with the water
We need to tell her to stop doing that now.

>>35459805
This.

Piranha or something probably live here.

>>35459679
> “Better than New York, huh?”

>>35459679
>> “Better than New York, huh?”
Rana please, there is upbeat, and then there is this.

> “Better than New York, huh?”

“Better than New York, huh?”

Rana shrugs. “Oh, the Broadway life, Times Square, that’s the concrete jungle for me. I kinda wish I had family to enjoy it.” You frown at that. Rana looks up at you, smiling. “Hey, don’t worry, I didn’t really know my parents before they died. It wasn’t that big of a loss to me.”

Tiger nods as she pushes the raft along. “I can tell.”

“Besides!” says Rana. “I got you guys. You’re a better family to me than the orphanage was. I’m glad I found you, Chris. It gets really stifling being the only white girl in an orphanage full of black people. It’s not fun at all.”

You sigh, nodding. “I can imagine.”

“They’re fun people though, just… I wouldn’t marry one,” she says. “Too much energy for me.”

Wow. That’s really saying something.

You continue rowing along through the swamp. It seems to stretch on for quite a bit actually. You consult the map again, it’s only a mile long this swamp but at the rate you’re going… You place the map down, could be at least an hour before you get across. You look to the side.

Then blink. There are other rafts. Asian men with rifles, in khaki uniforms, lots of them. They quietly whisper to each other in their language. Rana and Tiger notice as well.

Japs.

> Stay down, you can’t risk a confrontation out here
> Transform and fight them
> Write in

>>35460126
>Stay down, you can’t risk a confrontation out here

>>35460126
> Stay down, you can’t risk a confrontation out here

Ten bucks says Lightening is here.

>>35460126
>Transform and fight them
Just to watch Chris have more reason to pine for Sumire

>>35460126
> Stay down, you can’t risk a confrontation out here

Yay for casual racism!

>>35460126
>Stay down, you can’t risk a confrontation out here
Rafts are not gunboats, sinking is not an attractive option.

>>35460126
>Stay down, you can’t risk a confrontation out here
Aren't the Imperials allied with the Nazis?

>>35460126
>> Stay down, you can’t risk a confrontation out here

>>35460267
In this world apparently, although in reality Japan hadn't joined Germany yet in 1939.

> Stay down, you can’t risk a confrontation out here

You all hug the raft floor. There really isn’t a lot keeping them from spotting you but maybe, just maybe something will keep them from seeing you. “Nobody make a sound,” you say. If you’re lucky, they might spot you but think your raft is just a floating hunk of wood.

You look between the gaps of the logs. The water parts a bit, showing a sleek skin of silver moving underneath. Oh boy. “What was that?” Rana squeaks.

Pirahnadon.

“Just be quiet,” you say. The raft shuffles about, veering of course.

Rana whimpers. “Should I have not played with the water?”

“No, no, I thought this part of the swamp was uninhabited,” you say. “At least it was when I came here like… years ago.”

“Hey!” You three look up to see the Japs, aiming at you with their rifles. They had managed to close the distance to only several yards. “Americans!” yells one of them, pointing a pistol at you. He must be an Officer. “Identify yourselves!”

You look down to see a fin break the water, running towards the Jap raft.

> Remain quiet
> “We’re just tourists.”
> Warn them
> Write in

>>35460585
>Remain quiet
Be ready to get shielding.

>>35460585
>“We’re just tourists.”

>>35460585
> “We’re just tourists.”

>>35460585
>Remain quiet

>>35460585
>> “We’re just tourists.”
Do you know where the restrooms are?

>>35460585
>> “We’re just tourists.”

>>35460585
>Remain quiet

> “We’re just tourists.”

You, Rana, and Tiger shakily wave your arms in the air. “We’re tourists! Just uh…” You look around, smiling as best as you can considering the circumstances. You watch the fin of the Pirahnodon close in closer and closer. “Just admiring the scenery!”

The Japs all look at each other, confused. The Officer yells, “Come over here! This is not a safe place!”

Oh, if Sumire’s story about Nanking are true, being a little girl in a troop full of Japs is the LAST thing you want to happen. You’d take being eaten any day. “No… no…” you say, chuckling. “Ehehe… no… we can’t-“

He points his pistol at you. “Come over here right now or we will shoot you!”

Suddenly, his raft is hoisted up in the air. The Japs all scream as they sent off the sides into the water. The Officer himself falls over the side as well. The Pirahnadon takes the opportunity to snatch a swimming Jap in its mouth of razor sharp teeth, submerging quickly before the other raft can react.

“Row!” you yell. You three grab oars and start rowing for your lives. Row too fast though and you won’t go too far, especially if you’re not coordinated. You look over to see the Pirahnadon closing in.

Oh jeez.

Your raft is lifted up, tilting. Rana screams as she rolls off the logs and down into the water. “RANA!” you scream. The raft settles down again, thankfully intact. Tiger looks down at the water with you, eyes wide. She’s not surfacing.

> Dive in!
> She can swim, keep rowing!
> Write in

>>35460995
>Dive in!

>>35460995
>Dive in!

>>35460995
>> Dive in!

>>35460995
>> Dive in!

> Dive in!

> Dive in!

“Keep rowing, Tiger!” You take off your backpack and then quickly jump into the water. Not the most graceful swan dive but this is not a time for aerobics and elegance. You’ve got a girl down there in the water.

The water stings your eyes as you try to look through the murky water. You look down to see Rana, struggling with getting her pack off. You hurriedly swim down to her, stroking and stroking until finally you reach her. You hurriedly help her out of the backpack and grab onto her. You look around to see Japs swimming upwards, desperately. One gets plucked by the Pirahnadon. He flails his arms desperately until the great big fish swallows him whole.

The Pirahnadon turns towards you then begins swimming at you.

Uh oh.

> Swim down
> Swim up
> Write in

>>35461510
>Swim up

>>35461510
>Swim up

>>35461510
>Swim up
Ideally we want to avoid getting eaten by the prehistoric monster.

>>35461510
> Transform and fight.

>>35461510
>> Swim up

>>35461510
> Swim up

> Swim up

You break the surface, gasping for breath. Rana cries, “Aaah! Oh god, I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

“It’s fine!” you yell. “Come on! Swim, swim!” You both kick your legs as you swim out for Tiger. She’s actually managed to get the raft a good deal of distance away. Maybe you shouldn’t have told her to keep rowing. “Tiger!” you scream.

“Come on!” she yells, holding out her hand.

“American!” Oh jeez. You look back to see the Officer, pissed out of his mind, swimming towards with sword in hand. “I am going to make you scream you little bitch! Come here!” Wow, he’s a fast swimmer, keep kicking! You keep on swimming, but the Officer is closing in quick. “When I am through you-“

The Pirahnadon bursts up from underneath him, catching the Officer in his mouth. The Officer screams, reaching out for help. The Pirahnadon shuts its mouth tight, around the Officer’s arms as it falls back into the swamp waters.

Well, glad that’s not you. You manage to catch up to your raft. You hoist Rana up, then Tiger helps you on. “Come on!” You grab an oar with Tiger and start rowing with her as Rana lies there in complete shock.

You look back to see the Pirahnadon smash the Jap raft, sending the occupants into the water. Okay, that should buy you some time. You keep on rowing and rowing as the Japs desperately swim away.

[1/2]

>>35462092
[2/2]

…

…

You three tiredly walk through the jungle, letting the leaves and branches brush against you. At most, you’ve got maybe a few days worth of food left after that fiasco. But at least it seems that worse is behind you.

Rana pants, rubbing her sweat-covered forehead with her dirtied wrist. “Chris, can we stop? I’m so tired…”

“We’re close, the city is just over that hill,” you say. That’s just your estimate. It’s probably closer to half a mile actually. But you gotta keep their spirits up.

Tiger says, “I concur with Rana. Maybe we should stop, if the Magisch Korps has gotten there ahead of us, it would not be good for us to be tired.”

> We keep moving
> We stop and rest
> Write in

>>35462122
Find somewhere safe.

THEN rest.

>>35462122
> We stop and rest

Short rest, recon, then decide.

>>35462145
Seconded.

>>35462122
>We stop and rest
But carefully.

>>35462122
>We stop and rest
Look for a good place though, something out of sight.

>>35462122
>> We stop and rest
Get our clothes dried out, too.

>>35462122
>> We stop and rest

>>35462325
This.

> We stop and rest

You sigh. “Okay. We’ll rest up underneath that tree there.” You point to a little cave made from the bottom of a tree, big enough for the three of you. You look at them, and they themselves look a bit skeptical. “You wanted a break, we need to do it some place safe. That looks safe.”

Tiger nods. “Fine, I will scout it out.” She steps down to the little hole and aims her machine gun gauntlets out. “Well, it appears okay and- AAH!” She blasts a slice of the tree to bits.

“What!?” you and Rana jump down to her. What was that!?

Tiger shivers a bit. “Sorry, it was a bug.” You look at her with the look of a very stern mother. “I do not like bugs okay, it- it startled me.”

Rana looks down at the carcass. “It looks like a megapede. They see can grow up to five feet in length.” Tiger grows white at that as she kneels down and curls up.

You nod. “Right, we better air out our clothes. We’ll only be resting for a little bit.” Rana and Tiger pile up some logs and wood. You present your Soul Ring and construct a magical projection of your shield. It spins up, whining as it goes faster and hotter, then you slice the wood, sparking a little flame for them to warm up.

You sit down next to them as they happily warm up. Rana looks at Tiger. “So… afraid of bugs, huh?”

“No,” says Tiger quickly.

Rana blinks. “B-but you just said-“

“I was lying. I was deceiving you.” Tiger scoots away from Rana, glaring at her. “I am not afraid of insects.”

> Go out and recon
> “It’s alright if you’re afraid.”
> “You know a lot about bugs, Rana?”
> Write in

>>35462614
>“You know a lot about bugs, Rana?”

>>35462614
>“You know a lot about bugs, Rana?”
Tell us all about them, especially the big ones.

>>35462614
> “It’s alright if you’re afraid.”
Hehehe

>>35462614
> “You know a lot about bugs, Rana?”

I want to resist, but I must troll the German girl.

>>35462614
> “It’s alright if you’re afraid.”

>>35462614
>> “You know a lot about bugs, Rana?”
Time to tease the tiger.

>>35462614
> “It’s alright if you’re afraid.”

Comfort the Tiger. No bully.

Is the Piranhadon a legendary monster, or a typical inhabitant of Skull Island?
Either way, I think it should have that text everything important seems to have.

>>35462958
It ain't no Gustave.

>>35462958
It's a native creature to Skull Island, nothing particularly legendary about it other than the fact that it's a giant man-eating somewhat amphibious fish.

The Piranhadon that was chasing you around was just one of the smaller males.

> “You know a lot about bugs, Rana?”

You smile a bit. “So, Rana, you know a lot about bugs?” She nods at you. “Tell us about them.”

“Oh yeah, well… there’s one bug, the botfly down in the Amazons.” Rana grins at Tiger, innocently. She doesn’t know what she’s doing. Tiger simply glares at her, pursing her lips hugging her curvy legs as she does so. “Basically, what it does is plant its larva in other insects, and when the larva grows up, it eats its way out of them.”

Tiger nods. “Okay.”

“It can’t bite humans, but if a bug bitten by the botfly bites a human, the larva switches over to the human. There was a case of a man being kept awake by the sound of larva eating the flesh in his brain!” She smiles at Rana. “Isn’t that cool?”

…

Tiger says, “I hate you. So much.”

Rana blinks, frowning. “Huh? Why?”

Tiger scoots away, her eyes dotting from vine to tree, to everywhere a bug may be. “I do not wish to learn more about bugs.”

“Oh.” Rana twiddles her fingers, looking down sadly. “Okay.”

> “Now Tiger, she’s just messing with you.”
> “You can’t honestly be that scared.”
> “It’s alright to be afraid of bugs, Tiger.”
> Write in

>>35463115
>Write in
> “Now Tiger, it's not her fault, I was just messing with you.”

>>35463115
>“It’s alright to be afraid of bugs, Tiger.”

>>35463115
>> “Now Tiger, it's not her fault, I was just messing with you.”

>>35463115
> “Now Tiger, she’s just messing with you.”

Trolling Best Tank is cool, but Rana's too fragile for pranks.

>>35463115
> “Now Tiger, she’s just messing with you.”
> “It’s alright to be afraid of bugs, Tiger.”

Give her a comforting hug.

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>>35463115
>“It’s alright to be afraid of bugs, Tiger.”
Specially considering the bugs of this island make Australia look like Heaven.

> “Now Tiger, she’s just messing with you.”
> “It’s alright to be afraid of bugs, Tiger.”

> Even I'm afraid of something. That something being fear itself. That and losing my friends...

>>35463401
And crazy Nazi lesbians.

> “Now Tiger, she’s just messing with you.”
> Write in

“Now, Tiger, it’s not her fault. I was just messing with you,” you say. “Don’t worry about it.”

Tiger huffs, turning her nose up. “I am not afraid of little insects that get easily crushed under my boot.”

Rana points down to Tiger’s boot. “There’s a bug on your foot.” Tiger quickly scrambles to shake it off, kicking her feet out and shaking the bug off into the fire. It burns to death with nary a scree or a cry. Tiger lies down, eyes wide with fear, but then she immediately goes back to glaring at you both.

You smile. “Relax, it’s alright. We’re all afraid of something. Take me-“ You place your hand on your chest. “I’m scared of freezing to death.”

“Freezing to death?” asks Tiger. “That is a very oblique way to die considering what we do.”

“Well… I just hate the idea of it, freezing, every fiber of your body just shutting down because it’s too cold to move,” you say. “I don’t know, I hate it. I hate cold things in general.”

Rana nods. “Well I’m scared of…” She scratches her chin. “… dying?”

“Everyone’s scared of that,” says Tiger.

> “Well, we should get moving.”
> “We might as well settle in for the night.”
> Write in

>>35463570
>“We might as well settle in for the night.”

>>35463570
>“Well, we should get moving.”

>>35463570
> “We might as well settle in for the night.”

>>35463570
>> “We might as well settle in for the night.”
So basically Knives is going to finally get to fuck Liberty when they both get locked in a freezer. Good to know.

>>35463570
>> “Well, we should get moving.”
Recon time!

>>35463570
>“We might as well settle in for the night.”
Not much point trying to stumble into a enemy camp by night, when beat and tired.

>>35463570
>“We might as well settle in for the night.”

>>35463570
> “We might as well settle in for the night.”

> “We might as well settle in for the night.”

You place down your backpack and set down a bedroll. “Well guys, I don’t think we can make any more ground for today. So, I think we can just rest for the night.” The girls smile at that, happy enough to be resting and not trying to not get eaten by a dinosaur. You unfold your bedroll and spread it, lying down upon it.

Doesn’t feel any different from the ground. Hell the ground would feel softer.

Rana and Tiger lie back as well, using their hands for pillows. “Well, if it’s any consolation, Chris, I think tomorrow we can make great progress. We might even be able to beat the krauts to the city,” says Rana. She looks over at Tiger. “No offense.”

“None taken,” she says quickly.

“Right,” you say. “Get some rest you two.” The sun goes down over the horizon, painting the trees stark black against its orange glow. “We’ve got a long day ahead of us tomorrow.”

…

…

“Christine.”

You open your eyes, finding yourself at your dinner table. You look up to see your Father. A short man, greying streaks in his brown hair, and his soft eyes hidden behind those glasses of his. He pulls his smoking pipe from his lips and smiles at you. “You haven’t eaten your dinner. Something wrong?”

You look at your Soul Ring.

You were christened as a Magical Girl a few weeks ago. You haven’t told your Father, just yet.

… It’s this dream again.

> “Nothing, Dad.”
> “Dad, can I tell you something important?”
> Write in

>>35464080
> “Dad, can I tell you something important?”

>>35464080
>> “Dad, can I tell you something important?”
He's going to be eaten by a grue in front of our eyes, isn't he?

I took the 'liberty' to compile the Season 1 archive.
http://pastebin.com/ARyJqcHz

The pastebin version has more of a episodic feel and is 200 pages long.

I'm gonna work on a uncut full /tg/ version in document form later in the week on my day off, along with getting Season 2 compiled as well.

>>35464080
>“Dad, can I tell you something important?”
This is, I suspect, not a good dream.

>>35464080
>“Dad, can I tell you something important?”

>>35464193
Thats really cool, thanks for your work.

> “Dad, can I tell you something important?”

Preparing for feels.

> “Dad, can I tell you something important?”

You look up at him. “Can I tell you something important, Dad?”

He nods, placing his pipe down on the table and folding up his newspaper. “Of course.” He scoots up to you, adjusting his glasses slightly. “It’s uh… it’s not a boy is it?”

You shake your head, pouting furiously at him. “No!”

“Good,” he says. “Because if it is a boy, he better be a scientist like me. He should be able to work out basic algebra and entry level calculus-“

“Dad, I’m 13, what makes you think-“ Oh, darn it. “No… Look.” You show him your Soul Ring. “I got this, a few weeks ago.” The Soul Ring is simple, but elegant. It’s a white Star sitting upon a red and blue stripe. The star itself is like a little gem of sorts.

He takes your hand, looking closer at it. “Wow, it’s beautiful. Where’d you get it?”

“You remember that incident, with the…” Ugh, you hate remembering that. “With the Cross of Coronado?”

“Of course,” he says. “What about it?”

“Well.” You withdraw your hand, twiddling your fingers as you try to find a good way to say this. “I caught the attention of this… cat. His name is Kirby, and what he does is uh… he turns girls like me, girls who can fight and are of good moral standing, into Magical Girls. What we do is fight and defend people with magical powers and the like. He turned me into one.” You present your Soul Ring again. “This Soul Ring gives me my powers, and in it are the previous lives that bore the name Liberty, well, copies of them he tells me. All their experience is there for me if I ever need it. And right now… I’m Magical Girl Liberty.”

[1/2]

>>35464638
[2/2]

…

Your Dad leans back a bit. “Wow.”

“Dad?” You quirk your brow.

Your Dad shakes his head. “Well… Christine- That’s… something.” He takes his pipe up again, taking a drag from it, and blowing smoke. “Whoo…”

“You don’t believe me, do you?” This was stupid.

“Christine, as a scientist, it is my duty to not believe anything until there is hard evidence,” he says. He takes your hands, surprising you. He leans in, and looks you right in the eyes. “Christine. The evidence I need is right in front of me. I believe every word you say. And I promise, if you want to keep this a secret, I will keep it to my grave, I will not speak a word to anyone.”

Your lip quivers. “… D-Daddy.”

“I am your Father, do not worry about a thing.” He hugs you. You cry a little in his shoulders. “Oh… Christine.”

…

…

Dad.

…

…

You’re poked in the back of the head. You open your eyes, to see Tiger and Rana, still sleeping soundly. What poked you? You yawn a bit as you turn over-

Knives.

She slots her knife underneath your chin. The anti-magic burns on your skin. “Ssshh…” She places her finger to your lips, licking her own lips in return. “They’re sleeping, Lady Liberty,” she whispers. Her other three compatriots stand behind her, smirking at you. And behind them a squad of Anti-Magic troopers.

Great. This again.

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>>35464660
That's it for tonight's episode of...

>> MAGICAL GIRL LIBERTY AND THE SHARD OF THE IMMATERIUM <<

Join me tomorrow for a rousing chapter in Magical Green Lantern Quest at 3PM EST. I think for next week I may mix things up in terms of scheduling my Quests, maybe start alternating them between the days.

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See you next time.

>>35464711
Thanks for the thread!
We are really bad at the whole 'not getting captured' thing.

First order of business: no more sleeping. Ever.

>>35464711
Thanks for running.

Apparently they didn't teach to organize guard shifts at the girl scouts.

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>>35464660
> “Christine, as a scientist, it is my duty to not believe anything until there is hard evidence,” he says. He takes your hands, surprising you. He leans in, and looks you right in the eyes. “Christine. The evidence I need is right in front of me. I believe every word you say. And I promise, if you want to keep this a secret, I will keep it to my grave, I will not speak a word to anyone.”

> Your lip quivers. “… D-Daddy.”

> “I am your Father, do not worry about a thing.” He hugs you. You cry a little in his shoulders. “Oh… Christine.”

>>35464660
>Knives

Our beloved returns!

>>35464948

Knives' reaction upon seeing a sleeping and defenseless Chris:
"Dear Diary...JACKPOT!!!"

>>35465045
I wonder how long she spent groping her before waking her up.

>>35464711
Oh boy, another round of fun and games with Knives ahead. Let's see if she ever learns.

>>35465094
That would have made our dream rather awkward.