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>>37721536

Voting periods will be 10 minutes usually, with votes during high-stakes, "react fast!" events taking 5 minutes. I will wait 10 minutes here, initially, so that people can show up.

Write-ins are always welcome and, actually, I try to reward them when possible. Creativity, flexibility, thoughtfulness... All important things to consider when you're in the middle of guiding Grey through this quest.

If you have any questions or concerns at any point in the quest, please feel free to voice them. That said, let's try not to shitstorm in thread. That hasn't been a problem with this quest and that's because you guys, the playerbase, are the shit. Keep up the good work.

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>>37721536
>It’s good because I’m going to help a lot of people.
>It’s good because I’m making TITAN pay.

>>37721536
>>It’s good because I’m going to help a lot of people.
>It’s good because I’m doing what no one else can.

>>37721536
>It's good because it's right.

>>37721536
>It's good because it's what's right.

>>37721536

You keep going forward because it’s right and because it’s good. Men are shooting at you and you’re taking them down. The signal is causing mayhem and destruction and you’re taking it down. There’s bad, and you’re doing good: good that nobody else can do, good that is going to help a lot of people and punish a lot of murderous fuckheads. It’s hard but you’re doing good.

And so it goes on.

You round the corner into another long, bleak, narrow hallway. You’ve infiltrated the compound locally producing the interference signal. Erwin and Ness are outside, strafing the compound and keeping most of the guards busy. Actually taking down the hardware producing the signal is up to you, and so you’ve headed inside while taking down the resistance you’ve encountered. You have no idea where the hardware will be located, so searching diligently is your best choice at this point.

Your shoulder pressed into the cold fiberstone, you peer around: there’s another of the bastards, and he spots you then takes aim with his rifle. You duck back: another trooper, another gun, another fight. There’s a fork in the hallway, but you’re going to have to get rid of him in order to move forward. You’ve got a rather murderous ghost by your side, a Sandslash, a devilish Whimsicott, as well as an Eel-and-Growlithe duo capable of plenty of destruction. What do you do?

>Let’s have Bonnie roll on over and say hello
>Overwhelming force: fire and electricity
>Sprig could make use of the air vents; sneak around, leech seed him?
>Spore-cloud into ember-fueled inferno?
>Write-in

>>37721781
>>Spore-cloud into ember-fueled inferno?
Pump em out till he can't even breath. THEN LIGHT THE MOTHERFUCKER UP!

>>37721790
>this

>>37721781
>Let’s have Bonnie roll on over and say hello

>>37721781

His gun barks and you watch as chips fly off of the wall opposite you. With a jerk you pull away from the corner, urging Ross to do the same despite his instincts of “Go over there and tear this guy a new one.”

No, you have a better idea.

A few, quick motions later and you’ve got your She-Scott released. It’s hard to balance Sprig’s playfulness with the severity of the situation: here you are in the middle of a potential firefight and she’s bouncing about, giggling and practically dancing to her headphones. You slip them off, pocket’em, and then kneel down to consult with your furry trickster.

“Sprig?” She nuzzles into your hands. You scoff before lifting her and then placing her back on the ground to face you, out of her arms’ reach. “I need you to fill that hallway with Cotton Spore, okay? Lots and lots of spores! Alright?” She nods, which is good enough for you.

You go to give her a signal…

There’s a few loud, metallic “clinks!” against the stone floor. You watch as a cylinder rolls into your view. Explosive. Gas. Something. No time to think, just REACT.

>Quick Time Event!

>↓
>↔
>→
>B
>A
>B

>You have six minutes! One input per post! Hurry!

>>37722033
>↓

>>37722033
>↔

>>37722033
>>→

>>37722033
>B

>>37722049
>A

>>37722033
>B

>>37722033
>B

>>37722033
>B for Bearsworth!

>>37722033

(DOWN input: Success!) You gather Sprig into your arms and push into Ross, shouting a quick, panicked “GET BACK!” as you barrel past the large Eel. He roars and, well, you think he’s following you… You are lifted bodily off of your feet by something large and underneath you. It’s Ross! With a slinking, sliding dive he got under your form and pulled you onto his back, Sprig still in your arms and cheering as if this were all a game.

(JIGGLE input: Success!) Riding the Eel you make it back to a pair of rooms you had passed. You hear an ominous ticking noise coming from the cannister behind you. You look between the rooms… No time for hesitation! You gesture and give a snapping command to Ross which he obeys without question, pulling the three of you into the room to the left.

(RIGHT input: Success!) You roll off the Eel and go for the door, slamming it shut. There’s a muffled, bright explosion that lights the hallway and part of the room through the crack under the door. There’s a hissing noise… Gas? It must be gas! He’s trying to smoke you out!

You call Sprig over and throw open the door.

“Sprig! Fairy wind!”

(B Input: Success!) The cotton on Sprig’s back rustles and shifts, parting a bit in the back around her green growth-bud of sepals. She turns about and, with a flourish, the sepals grow and expand into tiny, pinnate wings. She begins flapping, and you spot the tell-tale flecks of fairy radiation laced on the wind. She flaps again and again, blowing the smoke backwards…

You spot a form in the smoke, around the corner! You give another command: “Cotton Spore!”

>cont.

>>37722371

(A input: Success!) With the spores floating lazily over the gusts towards the soldier, you pull out Apollo’s ball and summon him. Thread-like, gossamer down now fills the air of the hallway, mostly blown towards the fork and the soldier. You pull Sprig back and then order Apollo to throw out an ember. He does, and it catches the spores…

(B input: Success!) As expected, the oily, fine spores are the perfect fuel and the air goes alight. You listen as the soldier starts screaming, his illuminated body flailing about in the smoke… You slam the door shut and decide to wait it out. You shudder a bit.

>You need to clear out this compound of TITAN, no exceptions.
>You’ll focus on the signal. If you don’t have to take someone down, you won’t.

>Search for the signal, ignore distractions
>Check out any possible loot, evidence, or items of note
>Write-in

>>37722381
>>You need to clear out this compound of TITAN, no exceptions.
>Check out any possible loot, evidence, or items of note

>>37722381
>You’ll focus on the signal. If you don’t have to take someone down, you won’t.

>Check out any possible loot, evidence, or items of note

>>37722381
>You’ll focus on the signal. If you don’t have to take someone down, you won’t.

>Check out any possible loot, evidence, or items of note

Hey, I just caught up with these threads, and while reading the archives I noticed you mentioned pokemon called Arctiffin and Arcticulas, are those fakemons you made up?

>>37722565
The images I got online, but yeah. I made them up. Nobody was interesting in'em at the time.

>>37722565
Welcome aboard anon!

>>37722578
Fakemons a shit that's why.

>>37722592
Shut up, Jo_Tunn.

>>37722592
I like most of the pokemon sage fakemon over from /vp/

>>37722592
I like them

>>37722594
It's BCJ actually.

>>37722597
Sage is neat but they're only neat in their own world, not around real pokemon.

>>37722594
.....Ouch, I'm hurt that you would think that I would say that. Ass.

>>37722620
You totally would, you ass.

In fact, I'm pretty sure you specifically told me Arctiffin was shit and fakemon a shit.

>>37722641
That's just because they are!

>>37722665
I politely disagree

>>37722665
Depends on the fakemon, anon.
Some canon pokemons are a shit.
FUCKING TRUBBISH

>>37722381

As much as you want to give it to TITAN, you have a job to do and two friends counting on you to do it. You open up the door to a thick, choking smoke. You press through it and ignore the charred body at your feet as best you can.

You head deeper into the compound, hoping to find anything useful or the hardware itself…

You stumble upon a room marked “MATERIALS.” Seems important enough, so you head inside…

CHOOSE ONE….

>Robot army boogaloo
>An Old Friend
>Big Boss Grey versus Loliden

>>37722692
I actually like trubbish if you consider him a evolution (in the traditional sense) of grimer -> swallot ->trubbish

>>37722692
Magmar

>>37722713
>An Old Friend
Hesper?

>>37722713
>An Old Friend

>>37722713
oooh.... I dont know if I should pick robot army or old friend

>>37722713
>An Old Friend
The leader of Titan aka Grey's mom

>>37722737
Dun dun dunnnnn

>>37722713

You head inside. The room is what you would expect from an armory or storage room. The far wall has the guns and munitions, settled in hastily-picked through cases and racks. You think the defense grabbed most of it, but you can scavenge a few useful items. Otherwise, there are some shelves and lockers. You’ll have to inspect the stuff to get a better feel of what’s useful in there…

PICK ONE


>Slip on a better piece of body armor
>Some military-grade utili-gloves. Always handy, right?
>Grab some force mesh for a pokemon (who?)
>Grab a personal shield for a pokemon (who?)

>>37723039
>Some military-grade utili-gloves. Always handy, right?

>>37723039
>Some military-grade utili-gloves. Always handy, right?

>>37723039
>>Grab some force mesh for a pokemon (Apollo)

>>37723039
>Slip on a better piece of body armor
Our first step towards pilfering an exoskeleton. Maybe.

>>37723039
>Some military-grade utili-gloves. Always handy, right?

>>37723039

Like the kid in the proverbial candy store that you are you go through the room, running your fingers over a couple cannisters of that foul-smelling smoke from earlier, through a couple pieces of forcemesh…

You settle on a pair of utili-gloves. Military grade, so they’re going to have increased functionality. You slip the control-unit and the projection-unit onto your left and right hands, respectively…

The door is kicked in. When your mind finally catches up with reality, you might wonder why you didn’t hear footsteps or sounds of intruders. For now? You react. Your body snaps around and goes low. You crouch behind a heavy charge cart, peering over the top to see…

Oh no. Not him again. Not Hesper.

The areas of skin you can see look like patchwork, old mismatched fabrics stitched together to form a semblance of his former visage. His augmentations have been expanded, and his hands aren’t human anymore in the slightest. He’s just as much machine now as he is man, if not more so.

His voice is strained, and his inflection is edging into insane: “GREE-EYYY~! I-AH HAVE WAIT-ED SO LO-Oo-ONG TO SEE YOU A-GAIN!”

Mania fills his laughter. It comes out in sharp, quick whips of his voice. He’s searching the room for you, visually. The thing that scares you the most? He seems to be ignoring the hulking, dangerous beast of an Eel a few paces away from you. Ross isn’t ignoring him, though, and bellows out a warning. Hesper chuckles.

“New friends to play with~ New friends, new toys… Gon-NA KI-E-ILL YOU!”

>Roll 1d100 with your action

>Choose your Pokemon to lead with
>If you want to go at it with just Ross, say so

>We’ll decide specific attack in secondary vote

Rolled 25 (1d100)

>>37723502
Send out Apollo, he's strong versus metal types.

Rolled 3 (1d100)

>>37723502
>Bonnie, defense curl
>Sprig, start laying leech seeds on the ground to try and snare him (if this is doable. Want to avoid stun spore since that'll effect us too in this enclosed space)
>Ross can lead with a lightning bolt, see if this guy is electric proof
He totally will be

Rolled 47 (1d100)

>>37723553
I like this plan, and we might be able to overload systems

Rolled 13 (1d100)

>>37723502
Re-Rolling for a hope of victory!

Rolled 20 (1d100)

>>37723502
Supporting>>37723553

these rolls

Rolled 63 (1d100)

>>37723502
Maybe I'll get a 100?...

Alright. I appreciate the gusto and the planning. It's good stuff.

But as my instructions said, I needed to know who you wanted to lead with, seeing as how you need to act quickly and can't send out your whole team en-masse in the space of a moment.

We're gonna play nice for now, so I'm going to give you the benefit of Sprig was already out and about. That means you guys can get Bonnie out for your action and then lead into battle with commands.

>Upcoming QTE. Be warned.

Rolled 67 (1d100)

please update the thread directly before you post in a qte event

>>37723679

“Gre-Eee-Y!” You thumb off the release on Bonnie’s ball. She comes out in a small flash of light. He’s still ignoring Ross, and you can hear the crackle of electricity in the air. “Come ouT aND PLA-A-E-AY!”

Hesper punctuates that last word with a mighty swing with his fist, sending a whole table flying into the reinforced glass in the corner of the room. You flinch at the noise, but steady yourself and direct Bonnie to go defensive. You tell spring to start throwing out leech seeds, and shoo her into cover.

>3

Hesper’s footsteps draw nearer. Ross roars once more and you hear the familiar boom of a thunderbolt: there are no screams, though. You hear Hesper grunt, and then the swish and crunch of impact. You think you hear Ross whimper before yelping and growling in pain.

You stand up. You can’t let Ross get injured on your account.

“Fuck you, Hesp--”

“GOT YOU!” His glee-filled voice rings out and then you lose sight of him. He literally seems to disappear, or at least go fuzzy… He’s on you. His hand is clenched around your neck. Shit. SHIT! Your feet lift the ground. By everything holy, the pain…!

>QTE! One input per post, 5 minutes! Hard difficulty due to your roll!

>⇓
>⇓
>↔
>B
>A
>L+R
>B

>>37723869
>⇓

Rolled 97 (1d100)

>>37723869
>⇓

>>37723869
>↔

>>37723869
>b

Rolled 39 (1d100)

>>37723869
>>A

>>37723869
>L+R

Rolled 28 (1d100)

>>37723869
>B

>>37723875
>>37723888
>>37723893
>>37723902
>>37723907
>>37723922
>>37723927
GOAL!
now to read the post.....

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>>37723934
niceeee

Actually, lemme rephrase that...

>YEAHHHH BOIIIIII!
>mfw good job you guys

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>>37723869

(DOWN: Success!) You slam your fists into his wrists; Hesper barely budges.

“At fi~rst I was SO ANGRY, GREY!” He laughs as you struggle. He laughs as you fight against him. Bonnie is up on him, now: claws shredding his clothes and even flesh. She’s working on him, crying out and growling at him while he stands there, inhumanly impassive as he kills you…

(DOWN: Success!) You try once more, this time jabbing with the sharp edge of the gauntlet into his wrist. There’s just a bit of give; you’re not going to break free like this! You’re running out of air, and your whole body is screaming for release. Your lungs burn and your vision is going dark…

(JIGGLE: Success!) You grab his wrists and pull them apart. You try to, at least. He’s locked onto you and braced in place like a machine!

“ShaMMM~Ee, Grey…! Thought you’d be a BIGGER CHa~llengE! BWAH! This IS n~~o FUN at ALLL~!”” He drops you and you gasp for breath, as that’s all you can focus on. Sweet, sweet air… Fuck! He’s going to kick you…!


(B: Success) You clench your left hand and move to block with your right: the glove emits a wave of force, destabilizing Hesper and saving you from being stomped into a mash of human remains. The gloves! Why didn’t you realize…?

(A: Success) You push yourself to your feet, albeit slowly. You’re in pain and most of your strength was choked out of you. You can’t give up, though, and so you pull to your feet with the help of a countertop. You hear Hesper grunt and cry out in anger or frustration. You look over and he’s being swarmed by Bonnie, Ross, and Sprig. Good; they bought you a moment. You flex your fingers and move towards them...

>>37724123

(L+R: Success) Hesper lets his rage flow forth through voice and body. His hand lances out in a swift jab, catching Ross in the flank and bowling him over into a stand. Then he throws his hand forward, catching both Bonnie and Sprig in a wave that throws them towards you. You reach out with your right hand and pull your left hand into a tight “stop” gesture. You slow the two down enough that they both land to the floor with little damage.

You watch Bonnie and Sprig for both a moment before turning back to Hesper, who rolls onto his back before kicking up and onto his feet rather gracefully. You gesture to him with your right hand, letting your anger and frustration fuel your words:

“Leave my team alone, you sick son of a bitch…!”

(B: Success) Hesper laughs in response before launching a rifle at you. You’re barely able to swipe it away with a flick from your glove, sending it into the wall over your shoulder. You look back with a small measure of fear: he’s had you on the ropes since the first moment. How are you going to do this?

Hesper laughs, and you survey the scene…

He’s got some leech seeds on him. They don’t seem to be slowing him down too much, but… Maybe he needs more?

>But fuck if that’ll stop you. Take him down!
>You are, and you need to get away from him. Incapacitate and run!

>Method of attack? Strategy?

Rolled 84 (1d100)

>>37724271
>Ross switch to slams, or wiggling through his legs and tripping him up
>Apollo gonna have to try lighting him up, cook the flesh out of the cyborg
>Bonnie switch to rollout now that she's got some protective layer with defense curl
>Sprig can stick with the seeds for now
>Oh, and Volt can go hammer time.

>>37724271
>But fuck if that’ll stop you. Take him down!
>Force battle

Rolled 91 (1d100)

>>37724271
I'll support >>37724326

Rolled 56 (1d100)

>>37724271
Forgot dice for >>37724331

Rolled 92 (1d100)

>>37724271
Proceed with caution, try to incapacitate him and take him out from a distance. Get apollo out and try to heat his mechanical components up, and try to make sure leech seed sets in. Try to get bonnie to keep his attention up close and personal

Great rolls.

>Another QTE incoming. Prepare yourself.

>>37724392

>QTE!
>5 minutes! One input per post!

>B
>A
>→
>⇑
>⇓
>COMBO: Use any remaining time to post random inputs (1 per post) and try for a combo!

>>37724455
>B

Rolled 4 (1d100)

>>37724455
>A

>>37724455
>→

>>37724455
⇑

>>37724455
>⇓

>>37724455
J

>>37724455
a

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>>37724509
>J, as in jump
>facepalm.jpg
>Why didn't I think of that....?

>>37724455
><--

>>37724455
B

>>37724509
A

>>37724455
D

>>37724455
B

>>37724455
O

Good job, gentlemen.

>J! Kick(A)!
Flying kick combo unlocked!

>B! A! D!
Badass combo unlocked! (B>A>D)

>>37724455
Y

“Grey? GREY!” His voice is really starting to get on your nerves. It’s like a synthesized voice having sex with a blender. “I’m going to need a chAL-LEN~Ge, oKAy?”

(B: Success!) “Yeah? Suck on this, Hesper!” You throw a punch at him, the glove turning it into a telegraphed haymaker of force. Hesper leans into it, arms crossed in front of him. It washes over his body and he crumples just the slightest around his solar plexus. Good to know he isn’t completely invulnerable…

(A: Success!) “PitIFU~L!” He launches his own attack: an erupting wave, emanating from both of his hands. You duck and dive away, throwing up a shield for good measure. The wave catches you, pulling you towards the back wall. You meet the ground but manage to roll out of it. On your arm and the balls of you feet, you look back up to Hesper: he moves as if to “teleport” again, but he seems unable…

“Wha~AA~ttT?!” He looks around and you take a moment to appreciate the hundreds of roots and vine-like tendrils latched to his body. You look over and see Bonnie protecting Sprig, who is continuously shaking clouds of seeds in Hesper’s direction. You smile and cheer them on. Unfortunately, Ross is still working off his own damage: Hesper took him on very hard.

(UP: Success!) Hesper lets out a mechanical growl, throat scratching against his augments. He looks intent on taking out your team and you refuse to give him the opportunity.

>cont.

>>37724893

You move forward, feet coming under your body as you sprint towards the cyborg… You throw your right palm up, your index and middle finger on your left hand making an upwards-curving motion. The force catches Hesper’s torso and lifts him off his feet and into the ceiling with a dull thud.

(DOWN: Success!) Then you gesture down with your right, grabbing with your left hand. Hesper is pulled into the floor, smacking it with one half of his body as the other slams through a stack of ammunition.

He pulls himself onto his knees. You get a small glimpse of his face: laughter and pain. Anger and joy. His face, in some twisted and absurd attempt to reconcile with the shattered mind of this man, is locked in both laughter and anguish at the same time. Hesper looks at you as if to talk, but you never learn what he wanted to say. With a leap you go at him, feet coming out and hitting him square in the jaw. The two of you go sprawling on the cold stone floor.

Hesper adjusts his jaw, jamming it back into place after your friendly dislocation. Disgusting.

>Roll me 1d100 with +10 BADASS Bonus

>Go fist of the north star on him
>Throw him out the window, pull him back in for the finisher
>Throw him out the window, 360 noscope him midair

>Write-in

>>37724932
>>suplex him hawlucha man style out the window

>>37724932
Supporting >>37724953

Rolled 100 (1d100)

>>37724932
Grab him from a distance with the gloves and slam him back and forth into the floor and ceiling repeatedly

>>37724988
OH SHIIIIIIIT

>>37724953
SUPPORTING THIS

THAT 100 MAKES IT HAPPEN

Rolled 44 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>37724932
>Go fist of the north star on him

>>37724953
we need to stay inside the building and deactivate the tower though

>>37725026
THEN WE THROW HIM INTO THE TOWER AFTERWARDS!!!

>>37724932
grab both of his arms with the force from both gloves and pull him apart

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>>37724932
SUPLEX THE FUCKER

>>37724932

Hesper’s got himself propped on one arm, his other hand pounding on his chest as he tries to choke down raspy breaths. You ease your hands onto your knees, letting a bit of the fatigue sink in as you try to recover. If he wants to play a waiting game you’ll let him: more time for Ross to recover and the leech seeds to work on him. You can already see some of the larger root formations working across his shoulders...

He lets out a particularly nasty, wet cough over his synthesizer.

“WhA-wha-WhA~ D’ou want, Grey-ey-E~…?”

You wipe the beads of sweat from your brow and put your fists back at the ready.

“GLORRRR-R...RY?!” He has to hack his voice out, now. Every time he goes to pronounce a hard syllable there’s a sort of snapping, crackling sound. “Forgi-iVEn~~s? T-Th-tTTHe Sinszz of the fFffather, borne by the SsssSo~n~?”

You stay silent. Your eyes roam over the room… There’s something you can use in here, you know it. Something to put Hesper down for good.. You pull off Voltergeist’s ball and flick it into release mode. He comes out in a flash of light.

“Volts? Keep him pinned while I get a present ready.”

“AYE AYE CAPTAIN!”

Hesper doesn’t seem to like being ignored. He screams at you in desperate, futile rage. “AnssxzzzANSWER ME-Ee-EE~!” His fists pound against flesh and the stone of the floor. Veins bulge in his face and body.

>”I don’t need to fight for forgiveness, you fuck.”
>”I fight to fix the mess you made.”
>”I fight because it’s right.”
>”I fight because I want to.”
>Write-in


>100-Roll Beat Down coming up next....

>>37725721
>I fight because it's right. Because I love my friends and my team, the world and harmony between humans and Pokemon. I fight for everyone.

>>37725721
I don't need to answer you. You don't deserve an answer.

>>37725721
>"I fight to destroy you and everything you stand for, I fight to restore the ARC and allow people to live peacefully once again."

Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>37725721
>”I fight to fix the mess you made.”
>”I fight because it’s right.”

>>37725779
I changed my answer. I want this.

>>37725844
Changed it from what?

>>37725862
>>37725773
This

>>37725721

“I don’t need to answer you, Hesper.”

“HEEEssspERide~s~! HESPERIiiiDES!” With a twist of his body he moves after you: no, actually, he tries. Instead of moving from his position on the floor Hesper falls into a crawl, dragging his form forward with a hand and the scraping of his feet on the floor. You ignore Hesper, choosing instead to walk over to a table containing what you believe to be explosives. With further inspection you find it to be some sort of plastic explosive, packaged into convenient bars. There are detonators, a few belts of more conventional explosives… There’s a crash, and you turn around.

Volts has been force-blasted into a heap with a cart, the jackhammer and cart now impacted together, metal folded around Volts’s form. The ghost is fine, though, and peels away the metal to again try and subdue Hesper. Hesper moves to force him away once more but you counter, neutralizing the initial blast and moving into a sort of tug-of-war with Hesper.

“Anss-WWweeR to ME or th-thTHE WORLD, BO~~Y!” Hesper spits out, his body slowly sliding along the floor until he’s pinned against the wall.

You walk towards him, straining your legs and arms as you push against the monstrous man with the very core of your will. This isn’t just a battle of strength, it’s a battle of determination. And you have no intention of backing down.

“You don’t deserve an answer, Hesper. And the world will have mine, as soon as I defeat you and tear down TITAN!”

“PAH! Lk’t’see YouuuUUU TR~Y! For WHAT!? The ARC?” His body is slowly losing locomotion over time: bit by bit he loses his strength. Bit by by he loses his ability to move. “The aaaRc will DESTR~~ YOU! JYOuuuU! I trY set yo~ FRE-EE!”

“I AM FREE, HESPER! I’d be free and fine if it wasn’t for you fucks!”

“DESTH AWAISH YOU!” ArrrrCsh Destroysh YOU!” You can hardly understand him through the slurring, now.

>cont.

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>>37726349

“SHUT UP!” You throw explosives at him, pushing them forward with your glove. They strike his form, lining up against his chest. “Volts! Into the explosives! Now!”

“SOUNDS CRAZY. JUST MY STYLE. >:]” And with that, the ghost jumps out of the jackhammer and onto Hesper’s form, possessing the pre-dark explosives and ensuring they stick to Hesper’s form.

“You ruined everything, TITAN!” You send a punch flying into the cyborg’s jaw. That was for your friends. Another into his shoulder, for your team. You pick him up by the torso and throw him into the glass of the window. That was for the world. You punch again, again, and again… That was for you. The glass is cracked, splintered and missing in many places. Hesper is unmoving.

You growl and pull both of your arms back. You thrust forward: the glass explodes, Hesper’s tattered body pushing through and erupting outside in a glittering, violent crescendo. You scream and send him forward, away from the compound and towards the tower.

You hit your emergency recall button. You gasp for breath. You call Ross over and head deeper into the compound. You gasp for breath.

The explosion starts; metal screeches and bends; you gasp for breath.

You stop running. If the tower is falling in your direction... Well, there's not much you can do, is there?

The sounds of tons of metal falling increase: a violent, incoming storm and inescapable...

A form appears in front of you. A form you know all too well.

"Hello, Grey."

>>37726390

The sounds outside cease. No grinding, no shrieking of metal or gunfire.

All is still.

A soft, nonexistent wind blows along the Hooded One’s form.

>”Veda? Or are you Testament?”
>”What happened? Why are you back?”
>”Did we win? Is it over?”
>Write-in

>>37726575
>”Veda? Or are you Testament?”
>”What happened? Why are you back?”

>>37726575
>”Did we win? Is it over?”

>>37726575
>”What happened? Why are you back?”

>>37726575
>”Veda? Or are you Testament?”

A cliffhanger should be good, right?

I'm going to cut it here. Maybe it'll make next thread more exciting for everyone.

>END OF THREAD

Speaking of which, next thread will be a week from now, starting about 3 hours later than this one did.

Thank you for playing today. It was greatly appreciated. I hope you guys have some questions, or maybe even some constructive insults or complaints.

I'd like to hold discussion open for a few hours. Let me know what you thought about the thread today.

I'm considering answering one spoiler-ific question today. Anyone have one?

>>37726806
What is the size of Grey's penis?

>>37726830
Within one standard deviation of average for a Caucasian male, tending towards larger than average.

I'll let everyone decide exactly how large for themselves.

>>37726806
Any chance The Hooded one will let us in on what the hell is really going on...

>>37726873
>Is there "any chance?"
Yes, there is a chance.

Gotta be specific with your questions, mang...

>>37726888
I just be happy knowing what he wants from us...what he plans to do...I mean he keeps saving us...even though I don't entirely trust him, it'd be interesting to see what he says (pls no ridddles)...It's not really a spoiler question though...I don't really into spoilers...

>>37726960
>please no riddles...
Awwww. Dammit.

>What he wants from us
The ARC needs you to do something in order to fix something.

>What he plans to do
He plans on having you interact with the ARC.

>>37727024
whata re the names of the other shards

>>37727207

Good question!

>Edda, Veda, Testament, Avacana, Tanakh, WuJing, Quran, and Hymnal

Those are some of them.

Great thread sorry i missed it do to work.