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Once again it's shameless self promotion time.

>Interrogative, What is Generation la Kill / The Things They Wore?

In short: Generation Kill does KLK

Longer answer: The First Marine Expeditionary Force has been deployed to Mozambique to stop a brewing civil war and return stability to the region. At least that's the Official story is, something else is going on but Kaeo Tokura and the other Marines of Charlie Company, 1st Reconnaissance Battalion aren't really quite sure what it is. What they do know is that they and Marines all over the country are guarding REVOCS factories and there are a lot of people who really don't seem to like that.


>Interrogative, What should I expect?

Action, Manliness, Dialogue, OORAH, PLOT, CLK tie-ins and tediously researched military specificity


>Interrogative, Where can I find this tale of violence worshiping warrior monk mother fuckers?

http://pastebin.com/u/Poxyquotl


>Interrogative, what does the time-scale on updates look like?

Soon™


Stand by for further updates. Poxyquotl Actual, Out.

>>37903610
>[] Let's have a fresh start.

>>37903610
>[] Let's have a fresh start.

>>37903610
>[] Let's have a fresh start.
I'm fine with either option.

>>37903610
>[] Let's have a fresh start.
While part of me wants to continue, sounds like you would feel better doing it over your own way, so let's have at it.

>>37903610
>[] Let's have a fresh start.
a new start for a new year

>New rnmghe

even the captcha agrees

>>37903610
>[] Let's have a fresh start.
A new start, a new tale, a new chance to romance Nonon.

>>37903677
>>37903733
>>37903913
>>37903938
>>37904368
>>37904452

And thus begins CLK: Re-Spin

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>>37904504

Four figures sit in darkness, watching various screens displaying various moments in Yuuto Courtmanche's life. Following different threads through various potentials, watching each one end in death and dismemberment. On one screen, a fiber possessed Yuuto crashes berserk through the grounds of Honno like a giant spider, consuming fiber and human alike. Another screen reveals him beheading a black cloaked figure and he himself is loosed from the burden of thought. Yet more still show a duel with an android, a lucky mortar finding its target- All show deadends. A story unable to continue.

One of the figure's leans forward. "Hmm... None of these threads lead to where we want. Should we move on to the next weave?"

Another sitting to the far left responds. "No, we need to check all possibilities."

A third looks terse, and is reminded that intervening in any of these situations is forbidden. The balance of each must be only maintained, not changed.

"Let's begin from the start of the next thread."

A large machine in the background resets its loom, and the next possibility begins to play.

----

You had long ago given up trying to wipe the soot from your face. A fire rages before you, a former home now in ruins. You sit there in your wheelchair unable to move, as shock has set in. It all happened in the blink of your one working eye.

You have to respond somehow. What is your name?
[] Yuuto Courtmanche -A name your mother wanted you to have
[] Orion Courtmanche -The name your father suggested for you.

And your first move is to...
[] Try to remember what happened
[] Try to find some place away from here
[] Try calling out for someone you know

>>37904897
>[] Yuuto Courtmanche -A name your mother wanted you to have

>[] Try to remember what happened

>>37904897
>[] Yuuto Courtmanche -A name your mother wanted you to have


[] Try to remember what happened

>>37904897
>[] Orion Courtmanche -The name your father suggested for you after some crazy adventure he'd had with a talking belt.

>[] Try to remember what happened

>>37904897

What's the thing with the names, just a chance to change the name or different characters entirely?

>>37904897
>[] Yuuto Courtmanche -A name your mother wanted you to have
>[] Try to remember what happened

>>37905020
Almost the same set up, just earlier in the story. Orion was the teased name that your Father had suggested for you. It's still the same person and all actions are up to you guys.

I'm assuming mixture of elegent friendliness that shifts into French snark is the same personality that everyone would prefer with him?
Whichever name is chosen, the other becomes a middle or nickname

>>37904897
>[] Orion Courtmanche -The name your father suggested for you
>[] Try to remember what happened

>>37904929
>>37904938
>>37905018
>>37905047

We are still Yuuto Courtmanche

And we are sticking to the analyze and solve mentality!

>>37905112
Yuuto Orion Courtmanche certainly rolls off the tongue

>>37905112
(Going to shoot for voting times or 10-15 minutes or whoever has 4 votes first)

http://youtu.be/jh6Z5IqCK4w
It had all started this morning....

You had only just gotten dressed when Corbin Cumberbatch, your families long time and loyal butler- Not to mention your greatest friend burst into the room and started grabbing any of your important articles into a bag.

You turned away from your desk to look at him. "Corbin...?"

And he was upon you, putting his hand on your shoulder and looking into your one eye. "Young Master, you must listen for time is short. Grab only what is necessary and what you can carry."

An explosion rocks the building.

"Corbin!?"

[] Ask what is going on
[] Set about immediately- Corbin has always been trustworthy
[] I don't know what to do

>>37905274
>[] Set about immediately- Corbin has always been trustworthy

>>37905274
>[] Set about immediately- Corbin has always been trustworthy

>>37905274
>[] Set about immediately- Corbin has always been trustworthy

>>37905274
>[] Set about immediately- Corbin has always been trustworthy

No time to hesitate shit's going down.

>>37905286
>>37905298
>>37905327
>>37905398

Shit's probably burnin' yo

>>37905467
You wordlessly nod. "Atta'boy, Orion." And he immediately scoops up your bag after unplugging you from your life support machine that hums continuously next to your desk. Nervously you wonder how long you will have to go without it.

As you leave through your door, it strikes you. Some of the other staff would call you by your middle name, but Corbin always preferred your first name if he wasn't being formal.

http://youtu.be/qjlKIqXAg50

The hallways are empty and completely vacant. There are usually one or two the staff members about right now. Another distant blast, but this one rocks the room you are in slightly.

Your butler veers hard to the left down the hall. It certainly is an emergency but... he seems to be handling your chair far harder than usual...

[] "Corbin, you haven't used the safety word yet-"
[] Just go with it, he's probably worried as something serious is going on.
[] Offer to take control of your chair. You can handle it.

>>37905653
>[] "Corbin, you haven't used the safety word yet-"

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>>37905653
>[] Just go with it, he's probably worried as something serious is going on.

>>37905653
>[] "Corbin, you haven't used the safety word yet-"

>>37905653
>[] "Corbin, you haven't used the safety word yet-"

>>37905653
>[] Offer to take control of your chair. You can handle it.
I AM IN COMPLETE CONTROL OF MY LIFE

>>37905676
>>37905710
>>37905817
>>37905828
>>37905841

STRANGER DANGER

>>37905884

You pause, something doesn't feel right. Even under the most stressful conditions Corbin has proven to be calm and collected.

Your eye sharpens somewhat
"Corbin... In an emergency you said you'd use our safety word. Why haven't you?"

"Ah, yes, of course young master."

"And you referred to me by my middle name..."

"Ah, did I now?"

"And-"

"And what?"

"...Your mustache is somewhat unkempt."

Corbins voice changes. "So much for taking the brat as a prisoner." You hear the crackle of the radio. "Switching to plan B2, assassination and recovering of the body."

You don't have time to react as 'Corbins' right arm flexes outward into the shape of a small, red, sickle. "You just had to have somewhat of a head on your shoulders, didn't you?"

The door in front of you both smashes inward as another Corbin enters the scene loading two red shells into a double barreled shotgun. With the flick of his wrist he sends both shots into the impostor, send him flying backwards. You look back just to see his outline turn red and whatever outfit he was wearing disappear to reveal a man in a black suit, dead on the floor.

"Hmm, what shabby workmanship, that mustache was no where as well-crafted as my own! REVOCS needs to get its act together."

"Corbin!" You look to your butler expectantly.

"Ah, yes, forgive me Young Master for being late, for you see I was 'Busy picking Lilies at the pond.'"

You nod at him, he having confirmed his identity by saying the proper pass phrase. He does not hesitate to properly swing about and begin pushing your cart- After reloading his shotgun. Already you feel a calm, as your butler is want to cause.

"Please explain to me what is happening."

1/2

>>37906321
2/2

"Ah, certainly Young Master, just one moment." Corbin doesn't stop his pace as one of your servants appear from another hallway, Mrs. Amelia, your primary cook.

"Corbin, Corbin! Come quick there are injured!"

Your butler furrows his brow. "There are? That is certainly not good now is it! We shan't have time to sample your Apple Pies today at this rate."

She stomps her foot. Mr Cumberbatch now is not the time to talk about my apple pies, you ha-" Corbin doesn't hesitate in firing off two more rounds, blasting into her face and chest. "It isn't indeed, Mrs. Amelia, being that you are allergic to apples and never make those pies, sadly. However, I have always found your peach cobblers awe inspiring!" Another dead man in a suit slumps against the wall. "This is barring the fact that you are safely inside the staff van at this moment, mhm yes?"

Corbin picks up pace and takes you toward the service elevator.

[] I need explanations
[] Who are these men
[] When did you get a shotgun like that?

>>37906340
>[] Who are these men

>>37906340
>[] Who are these men

>>37906340
>[] I need explanations
(since the other options aren't as all encompassing)

>>37906340
>[] I need explanations

>>37906396
>>37906422
>>37906433
>>37906444

Time up, going with a full explanation with a focus on who the adversaries are.

>>37906606

You both swing into the elevator and the door promptly shuts. Corbin reaches forward and quickly hits several of the floor buttons all at once. The color of the lighting in the elevator changes to purple and you promptly begins lowering down past the 3rd floor- to the second- the first- and then even beyond the basement.

Even more confusion besets you, your home never had a 2nd basement level. "Corbin, I need to know what is going on."

Some of his calm demeanor leaves him, being replaced by a grave tone of worry.

"Yuuto, your mother has gone missing during her last trip and presumed dead."

Shock rolls through your body. "When did this happen!?"

Corbins eyes moisten a tiny bit. "This morning. The media is trying to play it off as some terrible accident but... Yuuto, do you know about REVOCS?"

"They are now the primary clothing manufacturer for the world, with a GDP higher than most countries. Their market share is unrivaled and total monopoly is only resisted by a few firms like Mothers."

"Dig deeper, what do you know that the general populace doesn't?"

"Well... Mother has resisted them for a long time. There was some issues with labor laws in the majority of their factories around the world." Which always made sense to you, since your mother was often running around doing charities and trying to reach out to the developing world. It's natural she'd oppose an organization that reportedly was treating Third-World workers like slaves.

And Corbin seems distant now, like he's remembering something from long ago. "And it goes much deeper than this."

The elevator dings and opens, revealing a dusty room full of sewing equipment and strange machines you can't even begin to place.

>>37907439
An explosion rocks the room your in. Sending dust off items, books to the floor off of aging shelves, and even small pebbles from the roof.

Corbin is visibly alarmed now. "That came from the direction of the garages, the serva-" Corbin stops himself, realizing what he's saying. Your eye widens and Corbin hangs his head.

"We must hurry!"

He runs over to some controls and beings to press and twist them. Lights being to turn on.

[] Watch what he's doing
[] Check out the books
[] look around at one of the desks

>>37907466
>[] look around at one of the desks

>>37907466
>[] look around at one of the desks

>>37907466
>[] look around at one of the desks

>>37907466
>[] Check out the books
>[] look around at one of the desks
One of those two, we trust Corbin

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>>37907546

Lookey at the desky

>>37907666

You roll yourself over to a desk and idly shuffles through the papers, vials, and doodads on the table. They are all covered in dust and your hands quickly get dirty, much to your grimacing. But, it's not without fruit, you see a really old sketch and what looks to be a journal entry. Your eye widens as your skim over it, the given name is of your grandfather Clotaire Courtmanche. The map also seems to be in his handwriting, and shows a segment of what appears to be South America.

There are several more pages with notes on them and diagrams you don't quite understand, but they appears to be in another persons handwriting. The last thing you notice is a vial with a small, red strand in it. It appears to have an almost iridescent quality to it, though it's very dull. Curious.

Your attention snaps back to Corbin as yellow lights being to flash and a low klaxon blares. A small vault is opening and depressurizing. It reveals a smooth, glossy black backpack with a blue 'X' pattern on its back. Corbin quickly grabs it and a black case that rests next to it.

You here him mumble something about it being incomplete and that it would 'have to do'. rushes over to you. "Quickly, Young Master, put this on." You wordless do so and the backpack goes on easily enough though it's awkward with the way your wheelchair sits.

"Hm?" The pack automatically adjusts to your back and you feel an odd suction sensation at the base of your neck and down your spine.

"You must take care with this pack, Young Master, it can act as your life support but only if you mind it."

"Mind it? Corbin, what do you mean? What is this place?"

>>37908851
He sighs and furrows his bushy brow, wondering where to begin. "Yuuto..." He looks you in the eye, "Your mother, grandfather, myself, and even... Your own father, have been involved in a war for a very long time now. It was your mothers sincerest wish that you would never have to take part in it. All I can afford you now is a means to flee and make your own choices."

"Corbin, I still don't understand, does this have to do with REVOCs? Is that why we are being attacked?" You shift awkardly in your chair, with it not having been designed for this pack.

"It's REVOCs and so much more. So much more..." He looks distant again. "Here take this as well! He picks you up and quickly sets you in a new wheel chair. The 'V' shape in the back of it accepts the pack perfectly, it almost seems to lock in place, becoming connected to the chair.

"And finally- HNGRG" several explosions rock the area behind you as the elevator doors get blasted open. "Damn, they've found us already!"

Corbin rushes you to a segment of the wall presses a part of it. It slides open revealing a track of some kind. He shoves the black case into your hands. "Inside of this holds a key to finding out the answers you seek. Forgive me, young master, for this is where we part."

"Corbin!"

He grabs one more thing, and hands it to you, a small kit for your favorite hobby. "I can't leave you without this, yes? What kind of butler I would be!"
[] Crocheting
[] Sewing
[] Other (specify)

http://youtu.be/yWh9l8RSkPk

He turns from you, to face the dust entering the room. "Corbin! Stop, what are you doing!?" You try to roll forward but find your wheels locked in place. You hear machines start up as you get RIPPED backwards. Your last sight of Corbin is him bowing to you. "Farewell, Young Master! Your destiny is in your own hands now! Please, choose your own way!"

>>37908888
>[] Sewing

>>37908888
>[] Crocheting

>>37908888
>[] Sewing

>>37908888
>A Not!Dremel Kit

>>37908888
>[] Crocheting

>>37908888
[X] Sewing
I'm afraid of change.

>>37908888
>[] Other (specify)
Fishing, just because

>>37908928
>>37909011
>>37909166

It's a small sewing kit. You've always had a knack for it and probably would whether your family owned a Fashion company or not. You also have a long of string tricks- Just something about how they work fascinates you.

>>37909595

You snap back to the present. Across the street from your family's estate you watch it burn. You have so many questions and so few answers. You feel:

[] Enraged
[] Sorrow
[] Nothing

People have begun gathering to the scene, as well as police and firefighters and other cars with black suited men. It is no longer safe here.

http://youtu.be/zxjjie1Ohio

You have only a small amount of clues and even less resources now. You don't know who out there could be friend or enemy. You could even say, that if REVOCs is behind all of this, most of the world is against you. You decide that your first course of action will be to-

[] Investigate the map and journal entry from your Grandfather
[] Stay and investigate Paris longer
[] Try to make it to some of your family's holdings in Northen Europe
[] Investigate assets related to REVOCs

>>37909940
[] Enraged

[] Try to make it to some of your family's holdings in Northen Europe

>>37909940
>[] Enraged

>[] Investigate the map and journal entry from your Grandfather

>>37909940

>[] Sorrow
>[] Investigate the map and journal entry from your Grandfather

>>37909940
[X] Enraged
We have the resources, and the know-how, to be pissed.
At least, if we hurry we do.

[X]Investigate the map and journal entry from your Grandfather
[X] Try to make it to some of your family's holdings in Northen Europe

>>37909940
>[] Enraged

>[] Investigate the map and journal entry from your Grandfather

>>37909940
[] Sorrow
[] Investigate the map and journal entry from your Grandfather

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>>37910037
>>37910020

You sit there as the news crew nearby begins to speak, talking about some sort of 'serious gas leak' causing a massive explosion on the premises. Already is the situation being covered up- No, this was planned well in advance.

http://youtu.be/Maaupg55uAk

Your hand grips your armrest as your weak frame quivering with an anger you've never known before. You won't let this lie be covered up, as the reporters begin to speak about 'So far no survivors have been found by firefighters-' you know all to well there has been one.

And this one survivor will never forget. You roll slowly back into the shade of a nearby alleyway, disappearing from sight. Clutching a map and journal entry from your Grandfather you know that your plan will have to rely on finding secrets and you're going to try and start as far back as you can....

There's a fire that's been lit in your chest, the fuel is set to ignite. It's the only thing keeping you moving now.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gkLvpt9Z3fA

And like that, you vanish. As a small candle is want to do in a big, dark world.

>>37910442

Thanks for playing today! It's really good to be back. So far I'll be shooting for Saturdays now, and will shoot for early mornings my time (Pacific).

Thoughts everyone?

>>37910503
moar

>>37910503

Good to see you back. I take it you're not planning on disappearing for another eon or two?

>>37914460
No, this is my re-motivator. Expect weekly and no later than bi-weekly. I'm thankful people are still interested in it and it's my intent to finish strong. I have a lot on the table for you guys and look forward to seeing what all of you choose.