>>36860086
>> I bet there's a repair manual for this at the library. [Find a tank repair manual]
Fuck toads.

>>36860086

> I bet there's a repair manual for this at the library. [Find a tank repair manual]

We should really look into seeing if we can get mom her own body.

Or if she even wants one.

>>36860086
> I bet there's a repair manual for this at the library. [Find a tank repair manual]

I'm SUUURE there is, also 5-7 plot hooks that we'll likely ignore.

Welcome to BGQ 4. A thread where the sandbox is endless and the plots don't matter.


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Let get to it!

>>36860086
>I bet there's a repair manual for this at the library. [Find a tank repair manual]

>>36860086
> I bet there's a repair manual for this at the library. [Find a tank repair manual]

>>36860183
>>36860192
>>36860197
>>36860226
>>36860462
Wherever would I find an outdated tome of sensitive military technology?

The library of course!
>Writing

At this rate, we're going to end up being some monstrously powerful Super that never actually does anything and only shows up to occasionally shoot the shit with an actual hero in our civvie getup, aren't we?

I love it.

>>36860752
All the power, none of the responsibility
Suck it, Spiderman!

>>36860752
Will that actually be fun? I mean I get it for a bit.. But eventually the hey look plot and combat thank god we don't do that! Lol clean the shelves so fun roll1d20 will get tired.

>>36860956
Well, it's not like we can control what we do, right?

>>36860956

Sure it will. Just shoot the shit, have fun, live life, be a good girl and do what mom tells us to, and then eventually when that ends up being some kind of horrifying cult-like ritual to restore her body to her or something akin to that, we completely trash the hero after being considered a joke or "that bug girl that talks to her dead mom" for most of it.

Fun is what you make out of the situation. There can be fun in anything. You just have to find it.

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You figure randomly messing with military technology is probably a good way to break the tank, or a least get you reported to the cops.

"I'll just have to find a manual. Let's check out the library mom."

Disbanding the 2nd 4th Orb Spider Regiments you take a short hop over you backyard fence and start your way downtown. You've started to get used to getting places via a fast jog instead of the demonic bus system you used to have to deal with. With things like this you're free of the long waits and potholes that get punched into the streets all the time. You just have to remember not to run too fast and draw attention.


Along the way you have a little back and forth with your mother. She's apparently trying to dig her way into your brains speech center but she keeps taking the wrong turn at your left thalamus. "Really mom, My heads not that big, how are you getting los-OW!" The feeling of your thalamus being crushed puts a stop to you conversation as you put your focus back on running and trying not to let you knees buckle.

The 6th street library used to be the meeting place of a cabal of 6th level intellects, tucked inside another dimension. Apparently the feds caught them for tax dodging and now the library is open for public use. Evey book in the history of the world has probably passed through the place at one point or another. Since there's really to many books to regulate the place it's pretty big with teenage boys and megalomaniacal spell casters. You're pretty fond of their comic selection yourself.

Walking up the the buildings front steps and into the main lobby you stop to plan your next move.

> Let's head up and see if we can't find a tank repair manual.. [Head upstairs to the Mechanics sections ]
> I wonder if they have anything that could help mom! [Go to the Medical sections]
> Oh, look. There's a book selling wagon outside. [Check out the book stall]
> Write-in

>>36861202

> I wonder if they have anything that could help mom! [Go to the Medical sections]

Best mom!

>>36861202
> Let's head up and see if we can't find a tank repair manual.. [Head upstairs to the Mechanics sections ]

That is what we came here for after all.

>>36861202
>> Oh, look. There's a book selling wagon outside. [Check out the book stall]

>>36861202
>> Oh, look. There's a book selling wagon outside. [Check out the book stall]
then
> I wonder if they have anything that could help mom! [Go to the Medical sections]
because ADD protag

>>36861202
> Let's head up and see if we can't find a tank repair manual.. [Head upstairs to the Mechanics sections ]

>>36861202
>> Let's head up and see if we can't find a tank repair manual.. [Head upstairs to the Mechanics sections ]

>>36861202
> Let's head up and see if we can't find a tank repair manual.. [Head upstairs to the Mechanics sections ]
Stay on mission.

>All these votes for finding a tank repair manual

Come on guys, Dad's a scientist. This'd probably be like a fix-up car project to him. Let's go help best mom or find the mystery booth.

>>36861230
>>36861271
The best daughter, THE BEST!

>>36861260
>>36861289
>>36861320
>>36861331
Stay on target

>>36861265
>>36861271
Suddenly, a Miyazaki movie


Tracking down a tank manual wins.

>Roll 1d100

>>36861202
>Travelling books salesman

Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>36861457
Oh boy

Rolled 52 (1d100)

>>36861457

Rolled 92 (1d100)

>>36861457

>>36861468
>>36861477
>>36861501

>92
Well I guess I'll just delete these notes about the labyrinth and the book monsters.
Jerks.

Kidding
>Writing

>>36861616
Damn it parasite how am I supposed to run my own thread while trying to participate/ compile notes on yours at the same time...

>>36862082
Now you know how I feel!

Sorry, got distracted by Santa riding ontop of a fire truck.

Will post in a sec.

You take a deep breath and give yourself two quick smacks to the cheeks.

"Focus, Mel, focus. We're here for a tank manual, not incredibly interesting books at bottom of the barrel prices." You can almost feel you mother roll her eyes at that one.

Making your way up the staircases to the floor where you remember the Mechanics Section used to be you start on the task of actually finding a manual on Police-grade anti-super Mid-tanks.

>92

Luckily you had to do a school project the results of the Metahuman Securities Act that got passed a few years ago and it just so happens that your tank was one of the Governors "big ideas" for cleaning up the massive super human crime wave. The tanks didn't really deliver but that's mostly because some reality-warper turned the first production run into a fleet of giant hug pillows.


"Two up, three to the right, forth aisle and...here we are!" Picking through a stack of bundled tank manuals you manage to dig out one that matches the model of dad's present. There's even a manual for the weapons and remote control systems packed in with it. Nice!

> "Mission Complete. Returning to base!" [Rush back home so you can check on the tank]
> I could have sworn there was a martial arts section here last time I came. [Find a martial arts manual?]
> "Let's go look around town some more.[See the sights]
> Write-in

>>36862176
>Sorry, got distracted by Santa riding ontop of a fire truck.
Could you please elaborate?

>>36862216
> I could have sworn there was a martial arts section here last time I came. [Find a martial arts manual?]
Better to have it and not need t than need it and not have it.

>>36862216
>> "Mission Complete. Returning to base!" [Rush back home so you can check on the tank]

Potential hooks? Naaaah.

Rolled 25 (1d100)

>>36862216
> "Let's go look around town some more.[See the sights]

>>36862216
>> Write-in
> look up way to help Mom navigate our brain

>>36862216
>> I could have sworn there was a martial arts section here last time I came. [Find a martial arts manual?]
BUG WRASSLIN

>>36862216
>> I could have sworn there was a martial arts section here last time I came. [Find a martial arts manual?]

>>36862323
I was going to move back with the tank. But your wording convinced me.

>>36862216
> "Let's go look around town some more.[See the sights]
>Get distracted by Santa riding ontop of a fire truck.

>>36862240
Evey Christmas season the local Police, Fire department, and who ever runs the ambulances, runs a group of emergency vehicles through neighborhoods with some guy dressed as Santa on the top.

>>36862271
A-Rank achieved!

>>36862254
>>36862323
>>36862354
As attention deficit as the darkside of the moon

>>36862275
>>36862437
Christmas in July


Martial arts wins
Time to make our killing machine even more redundant.
>Writing

>>36862216
>>36862321

Seconding this, talking to mom would be pretty swell.

>>36862321

Ah, I totally missed counting your vote anon. Sorry.

In exchange I'll give you guys an extra cool option in the next vote.

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When you turn out of the aisle to go back downstairs you remember your mistake. Last year the Martial-arts Section was moved from next to the Mechanics section to the other side of the floor.

"Mom, I'm gonna grab another book real quick, alright?"

Sprinting back down the rows of books to the far end of the floor you find the Martial-arts Section almost instantly.

The section is piled high with assorted manuals, scrolls, and screens filled with all the fighting styles a person could ask for. You used to come here all the time when you were in junior high and Sara Shields stole you lunch money every day. After a few weeks reading "Wushu for the Clinically Insane" the two of you had an epic showdown in the school nurses office that still gets brought up at assemblies as the reason why students aren't be allowed to bring spare shoelaces to school. Too bad she moved to Canada, good times.


Remembering that you're in a hurry you give the shelves a quick scan to see if there's anything worth learning.

> Southern Praying Mantis: From the Temple to the Kitchen [Close Combat]
> Wushu for the Clinically Insane Volume 2 [Improvised Combat]
> Hatchet Combat for Home Defense by Nora Madison [Weapon Combat]
>"Hey Mom, do you know how to fight?" [Maya Madison Special]
> Write-in

>>36863120
>"Hey Mom, do you know how to fight?" [Maya Madison Special]

She can implant knowledge directly! "I know kung fu!"
..Or cause brain damage.

>>36863120
>>"Hey Mom, do you know how to fight?" [Maya Madison Special]
BEST MOM SAVES THE DAY

>>36863120

>"Hey Mom, do you know how to fight?" [Maya Madison Special]

As much as I want Improv Combat for the sake of beetle girl Jackie Chan, gotta go with best mom option.

>>36863120
>Ask Mother, Mother Knows Best

>>36863120
>>"Hey Mom, do you know how to fight?" [Maya Madison Special]

>>36863120
>"Hey Mom, do you know how to fight?" [Maya Madison Special]
grab a cc book for bathroom reading just in case.

>>36863120
>>"Hey Mom, do you know how to fight?" [Maya Madison Special]

Capcha: yeees

>>36863120
>"Hey Mom, do you know how to fight?" [Maya Madison Special]

>>36863138
>>36863150
>>36863183
>>36863213
>>36863217
>>36863228
>>36863248
The best kind of fight is the one that never happens.


Roll 1D100
Time to test how well Mom can rewire your brain.

Rolled 47 (1d100)

>>36863371
A 1 would be funny.

Rolled 12 (1d100)

>>36863371

Rolled 50 (1d100)

>>36863371
1

Rolled 46 (1d100)

>>36863371

>>36863381
>>36863390
>>36863420
>>36863441
>50

Well at least she didn't hurt either of you.
>Writing

>>36863467
That's reassuring I suppose.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>36863467
Rolling to confirm.
Then back to writing.

>>36863467

The most average rewiring of all time?

Rolled 23 (1d100)

>>36863496
...confirm what...? Just curious.

>>36863536
What part of your brain she screws up on.

>>36863583
What part isn't screwed up already?

>>36863583
Oh joy!
Meant to quote you, obviously.

Rolled 35 (1d100)

>>36863583
Martial arts 24/7 mode engaged

>>36863649
Yrs!

>>36863583

Inb4 she fixes our ADD

We can just ask her to fix it

>>36863710
Inb4 she finds the hivemind and we need to fight her off to maintain control of Melissa

>>36863953
Well, we 're not necessarily a "hero". If she turns out to be a villain, we can just be a villain too

"Mom, Dad always said you were a really great fighter. Do you think you could teach me a little?" Your words are followed by your vision going completely yellow and what has to be the biggest most warmest brain hug ever. Guess that's a yes.

You sit down on a stack of Super Sentai fighting style magazines and let mom get herself together. The slight tingling feeling that is your mother shifts away from your hippocampus to your anterior cingulate cortex and then back again. Maybe she's having trouble figuring out where to start?

>50

Suddenly a bolt of pain wracks through your body sending you to your knees. It only last for a second and it's no where near how bad the pain of first meeting mom felt but it still hurts pretty bad. You barley have time to recover before your eyes lose focus and your arms start to twitch. Then just as fast as it started the pain goes away.

"Mom, are you okay?" A little bit of yellow light and a tingle in you mid-brain tells you she's fine.

So what about teaching me. Did is wor-" As the two thoughts of "Mom" and "fighting" enter your mind you come to a realization. Something feels wrong. Not just something, but everything really. The way you're holding you shoulders, the way you're standing, the fact that you cant see what's behind you with you your head is angled.

"Alright, I think I've got it now."

It takes a few minutes to get everything in the proper place and even longer to keep it there while you're moving around but from how much faster you turning and how stable you feel mom must have done something right.

> Well that was exhausting [Head home]
> Have we even ate since yesterday? [Grab some food on the way]
> Let's see if we can't find someone to test this out on [Stop by the Martial-arts Studio]
> Write-in

>>36864163
> Have we even ate since yesterday? [Grab some food on the way]
ignore hooks unless one runs into us, literally.

>>36864163
> Have we even ate since yesterday? [Grab some food on the way]
>Test some other faculties on the way too see if anything got messed up [BRAIN FLEXING]

>>36864163
> Let's see if we can't find someone to test this out on [Stop by the Martial-arts Studio]

>>36864218
This

>>36864163
>> Let's see if we can't find someone to test this out on [Stop by the Martial-arts Studio]

>>36864202
>>36864218
>>36864237
Grab a quick lunch and help mom organize her new room.

>>36864220
>>36864404
Pick a fight with the strongest man in town

Food and brain training it is.
Think we should bring a house warming gift?

>>36864537
As much brain food as possible, duh.

>>36864537
for our brain? Sure?

>>36864537
Pff, forgot

>Writing

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Using your new sense of balance to preform a perfect rail-slide down to the first floor you chirp through to the the main lobby and to the front doors. The books from the 6th Street Library tend to go missing and then reappear in the library when people don't need them anymore so you don't even bother stopping by the non-existent checkout counter and push outside.

While normally you wouldn't pass up an excuse to go to Noire's with mom you're a little too tired for a sit down meal. So instead you grab four baskets of potato fries from a street vendor and try striking up a conversation with mom on your way home.

"So you tried to connect them both together?" A yellow flash,'Yes". "But how'd you manage to stop them from frying eachother other?" A red line, so that's an 'I didn't'? Ah, well at least that explains the pain and the twitching.

Your mom explains that she tried to hook two of your brain structures together so she could imprint her cool fighting moves into your brain directly. However, it sounds like unless you're actively thinking about whatever she's trying to tell you the whole thing just fizzles and disappears. Hence why the only thing you learned was movement and posture, you were focusing on standing up at the time.


With this newfound revelation you and mom spend the rest of the walk back tweaking your brain a little bit at a time. Smoother reactions here, duller pain senses there. By the time you get home the two of you have mostly fixed all the negative backdraft from your accident in the library and you had fun on top of it.

> Time for a nap [Rest until nighttime]
> "Should we go check on the tank now?" [Examine the tank]
> Maybe Dad has something that can help mom in the basement? [Dig around the Lab]
> Write-in

>>36865389
> Maybe Dad has something that can help mom in the basement? [Dig around the Lab]
We're just borrowing without permission!

>>36865389
> Maybe Dad has something that can help mom in the basement? [Dig around the Lab]
>Ask mom if she knows how to get some cool bug wings

>>36865389
> Time for a nap [Rest until nighttime]

We just need rest. Mom and us both. Brain break!

>>36865389
> Maybe Dad has something that can help mom in the basement? [Dig around the Lab]
If she wants, that is. It's pretty cool having her in our head.

>>36865389

> Maybe Dad has something that can help mom in the basement? [Dig around the Lab]

>>36865389
> Maybe Dad has something that can help mom in the basement? [Dig around the Lab]

>>36865496
A Rival Appears!

>>36865430
>>36865440
>>36865512
>>36865513
>>36865545
Consume more chemicals

Because apparently the first time wasn't enough for you.


You're lucky having mom around has perma-stuck you guys in easy mode.
Roll 2d100

>>36865512
She can't leave! That's not allowed!

Rolled 18, 66 = 84 (2d100)

>>36865683
SCIENCE

>>36865683

Rolled 73, 32 = 105 (2d100)

>>36865683

Rolled 41, 40 = 81 (2d100)

>>36865683

Rolled 36, 66 = 102 (2d100)

>>36865683

Rolled 68, 35 = 103 (2d100)

>>36865683
I hope for some cool mutation this time

>>36865691
>>36865705
>>36865713
>>36865716
>>36865721
>73, 66
Sure, she can find gene mods, but can she see why kids love the taste of Cinnamon Toast Crunch?

Not bad rolls
>Writing

>>36865816
Yes. Yes she can. She's with us.. foorreeever.

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Closing the front door and immediately making your through the kitchen you stop in front of the basement door. Sliding the heavy steel monstrosity open and slipping inside you descend the stairs while your antenna slowly break the skin of your scalp and stretch out.

"Alright Mom, let's see if there's anything useful under all this mess."

>73

The process goes pretty much the same as last time you were here. You slowly filter out the smells and tastes in the air looking for something that doesn't quite belong. Eventually you hit on a group of fresh scents that smell strangely familiar. Following your antenna's direction you scuttle around the basement until you come to a small cooler stored under one of the benches in the back of the room. Opening it is fairly easy as you doubt Dad had supers in mind when he chose these locks. Well it's not that you can blame him. Anyone who made it down here without you or dads permission probably would have been eaten alive by the army of insects that live in the upstairs walls. Best home defense system ever.

Getting down on your knees so you can see into the cooler you find it lined with small test-tubes filled with liquids of various colors and textures. "Hmm. You wouldn't happen to know what this stuff is, would you mom?"

>66

Mom starts making yellow, blue and red circles around the various test tubes, pointing out which ones seem okay for you to take out. Most of the tubes get marked red and since you're still not sure what blue is you'd rather not mess with any of those. What's left are three mostly unassuming tubes with little labels on the sides.

"Anything that would give me wings?"

She gives you a small poke in you brain, almost like she's laughing at you. Then all of the yellow highlights on the tubes turn blue. Well you guess blue is either 'I don't know' of 'find out yourself' in this case.

>>36866701
So what's it going to be?


> Take the watery red one? [Sleep]
> Pull out the gunky white one? [Spine]
> Chug the syrupy black one? [Sin]
> Close the cooler and head upstairs [Safety]
> Write-in

>>36866730
Mix them
duh

Rolled 84, 100 = 184 (2d100)

>>36866730
> Mix a few of the ones that had yellow circles [SCIENCE]

>>36866730
> Chug the syrupy black one? [Sin]
OVIPOSITOR HO

Rolled 11, 38 = 49 (2d100)

>>36866753
>>36866730
Y-yes?

>>36866730

>All of them

Like downing shots, just get them out and knock them back over.

>>36866730
>>36866753
This if we keep the dice rolls other wise the black one.

>>36866730
> Chug the syrupy black one? [Sin]

>>36866730
> Write-in
Mix and then drink.

>>36866774
>>36866843
>>36866851
Assassin Bug

>>36866747
>>36866753
>>36866802
>>36866832
>>36866876
A naive assumption that the QM won't kill you off if you fail this roll/

Also, roll 1d100 not to die

Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>36867015

Rolled 87 (1d100)

>>36867015
Well we're dead. Good luck puppeting our corpse mom.

Rolled 80 (1d100)

>>36867015

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Rolled 89 (1d100)

>>36867015

>>36867049
>>36867051
>>36867061
>89

Yeah yeah, whatever.

Thankfully I still get to write you being in agonizing pain.

>Writing

Rolled 42 (1d100)

>>36867049
>>36867051
>>36867061
>>36867068
>implying we will ever fail a roll

>>36867144
>Implying this will stop us from doing this six times more

>>36867162
>implying I'm not secretly increasing the DC's every-time you pull this stunt.

>>36867186
Next dc is 90+ or crit necessary isn't it?

>>36867212
>>36867186
So, when are we going to get access to powers from supernatural bugs and shit? Like giant dune worms and those types of fuckers?

>>36867233
also, how will those powers help us clean the convenience store?

>>36867253
Well, there are telekinetic bugs. We can just lift stuff with our mind.

>>36867233
Only good mythical insects that I can think of are Itzpapalotl and Tsuchigumo

>>36867212
Oh no, it isn't you chem drinking DC's I'm messing with.

You grab the tube filled with the thick black mixture and pull out its stopper with your teeth. You're about halfway to downing the thing when you notice something strange.

"Why is this tube almost empty?"

Wanting to confirm your suspicions you pop the tops off of the white and red test-tubes and look inside. Yep, neither of them is even half-full. You can't imagine what dad's been using these things for if he needed that much for sampling. He's just no the type to actually waste materials and according to the colors flashing across your vision and the slight brain pokes Mom agrees with you.

While you and Mom are still trying to work out where the rest of the tubes contents could have gone you start playing with the samples to keep your hands busy. A little red into white, a little black into red. After about a minute of this all three of them are a kind of sludgy dark red mix with little white flakes on the bottom. Figuring there's no reason to waste any more of the already scarce samples you pour the two other tubes into the one marked 'SIN'. Figuring you better drink this monster before Mom notices and stops you you bring the tube to your lips, tilt your head back, and swallow.

>87

And you feel fine. I'm mean sure the stuff tasted like old milk mixed with rubber cement but you were expecting something worse. So you just stand there and wait wondering when it's going to kick in and do something. At least you do until you notice two things.

The first is that you don't feel Mom anywhere inside your head.
The second is that your clothes are quickly becoming soaked in what seems to be your own blood.
>1/2

>>36867903
Mom is no longer in our brain? Everything is awful forever..

>>36867903
>we purged Mom
why

>>36867936
>>36867955
We tried drinking all the things, again!

>>36867970
I didn't.. I.. I voted for one thing.. brain hugs were amazing

>>36867955
>>36867936

No, no, wait, she might just be using our bodily fluids to make herself a body!

Or we fucked up.

I'm really hoping it's the former, mom was best.

>>36867903

You try to pull off your jacket to get a look at what's happening to you but it catches on something and rips to shreds as you try and pull it free. That's when you see them. Like a sea of little white and red pillars across a landscape there are blood coated white spines jutting from you skin in every direction. Not just your back but your arms as well. You didn't notice because you couldn't feel them but your covered almost from head to toe in sharp white needles.

"Mom, are you there? What's happening."

You slowly start to panic as you turn from side to side trying to catch a glimpse of a red circle or a yellow cross. Just something to tell you that mom's still there and you're not alone again. And that when you see them.

They're almost completely obstructed by the blood and the needles and you panic but one you see them your breath catches and you focus instantly.

"I have wings?"

>Thread End

>>36868042
Mom wasn't worth wings. Depression quest is now a thing.

>>36868042

Man fuck all of those, what happened to best mom?!

>>36868087
LOL BUT MIXES!

>>36868042
this is not a good trade
why would you take mom from us

>>36868081
>>36868087
>Just something to tell you that mom's still there and you're not alone again.
You guys are fucking retarded

That's it for tonight everyone. Glad you could be here.

I'm still up in the air on if Bug Girl Quest is going to run every day, every week day, or just whenever I have time.
I really don't like the sound of the last one so it'll probably be the second.

Either way, check the twitter for updates in case there is a thread tomorrow.

I'll stick around a little longer today to answer any question you have and get into the details.

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>>36868042
>tfw you'll never have a crazy goddess mom stuck in your brain slowly taking over your body

>>36868139

Is bestMom still around or did we fuck up?

>>36868132
Just wings.

>>36868139
Brain mom... are you living?

>>36868139
Can we retcon that?

>>36868168
>>36868129
Relax, best mom is probably not gone forever.

>>36868217
>retcon
Time machines? Yes. Retcon? No.

>>36868238
See the fact she's a disembodied goddess means you can be totally truthful but we still lost her.

>>36868238
>Probably
>Forever
You lie Qian's spin falsehoods QM, give her back to us!

>>36868238
>that unclear as fuq answer
and dropped

>>36868238
Thanks for running Parasite. It's funny how Melissa just chugs chemicals like no tomorrow. It's no wonder we got powers if this is how we acted before getting them. So many stomach pumps...

I'm assuming mom has at wworst lost and at best been reset.

How much plot can we avoid before our wings and junk finally alert it to our existence?

>>36868238
Can we find atime machine now?

>>36868132
Yeah what about now?>>36868238
Who has special levels reading comprehension?

>>36868318
Wings constant reminder of our stupidity and loss of mom.

We should rip them off.

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>>36868238

>She's actually gone (for now)

Please.

PLEASE.

>>36868338
And do more damage to ourselves? Nope. They'd probably regen and eat calories doing so.

>>36868265
>>36868274
>>36868304

Fine, how's this.

I am at least 33% percent certain she will be back in you head.And 100% certain she is not more dead than she was when you found her.

This quest only has three characters guys.

>>36868318
>How much plot can we avoid
Considering this quest has already had 8 planned named NPC encounters and you've managed to avoid all except one?

A lot.

>>36868403
Have them run into us literally. it might be the only way.

>>36868403
>I am at least 33% percent certain she will be back in you head.
You know what?
Fuck you.
That's what.

>>36868425
Don't worry, there's one who really wants to meet you.

She's gotten pretty sick of Canada.

>>36868462
IF you want to blame anyone blame the people who thought MIX ALL THE THINGS! was a good idea.

>>36868499
I became rally curious before so I am alright with this I dislike momgod

i am not sure with these insect brigades and shit, are we slightly less crazy Taylor Hebert complete with alien god fucking with our head?
How tall are we? Do we wear glasses?