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Your name is Alena Belyakov.

You are walking back to an orphanage after a visiting a friend’s house on Angel Road.

You are currently in a civil discussion with a gang of baseball players.

Player: “What’s your name, little kid?”

You: “Alena. Who are you guys?”

Player: “Jesus, I’m sorry, where are my manners?”

He bows.

Player: “I’m the Player. You might have heard of my crew, the Batters. We were just wondering what you’re doing in a honest, American neighborhood.”
> Tell them the truth
> “I got lost. Can you help me?”
> “Buzz off.”

>>42032521
Oh, I didn't notice this going up.
> Tell them the truth
Fucking BBallers

>>42032521
> “Buzz off.”

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>>42032878
You tell him you were visiting a friend.

He laughs.

Player: “It's adorable how naive you are. You can't have friends here. Do you even understand economics?”

You: "Eco-what?"

He clears his throat.

Player: “Back before everyone in America dropped dead, we believed in selling goods and services. My help is a service. I’m helping you right now.”

You: “With what?”

Player: “I’m not bashing your head in, for starters. With that in mind, you owe me something.”

You: “Just because I walked on your stupid street? Last I heard, this wasn’t even your territory. Didn’t 50 Jim burn down your clubhouse?”

Player: “It’s not very polite to bring up a past man’s failings. We plan to pay back 50 Jim tonight. And it’s not just for this you owe us. For all we know, your Ruskie ancestors were the ones that killed 300 million Americans.”

You: “Russia’s dead too.”

He shrugs.

Player: “Not our fault your shitty doomsday device broke your stupid Russian Empire too. So kid, where’d you get that baseball bat?”
> “My brother gave it to me.”
> “Eat dick, lankface, you’re not getting it.”

>>42032978
> “Eat dick, lankface, you’re not getting it.”
For sure not.

>>42032978
> “Eat dick, lankface, you’re not getting it.”

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>>42033119
>>42033233
You: “Eat dick, lankface, you’re not getting it.”

Player: "Kid, you just lost your right to talk to me."

He snatches your baseball bat from you.

You: “Hey!”

Player: “Hi.”

He turns it over in his hands.

Player: “Thanks. I lost my bat a few days ago. I promise that I’ll put this one to better use than you ever would have. You can go now.”

You feel a strong urge to cry, but hold it in.

Player: “Didn’t you hear me, kid? I said scram!”
> Confront
> Stalk from a distance

>>42033277
> Confront
Nobody takes our bat!

>>42033277
> Stalk from a distance

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>>42033310
>>42033362
You are conflicted, but decide to stalk as a last resort.

You: "Give it back!"

Player: "Alright. Hold out your hands."

Confused, you lift your hands. In the split second you're distracted, he hits you in the face. You are knocked out.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
LAST MAN’S REST - ANGEL ROAD

Your name is Loveday, the Slightly Unseen.

50 Jim opens the car door for you.

You step into a small puddle. You hear a cheer erupt inside the club, followed by pockets of laughter.

Slick shuffles behind you.

50 Jim: “Before I can let you go, Carnival, I need to know why you were following me.”

You: “I didn’t mean to. We both happened to ‘visit’ Mr. Bronx on the same day. Also, my name’s not Carnival.”

50 Jim: “Are you working for the Batters?”
> “Who?”
> Yes
> No

>>42033568
> “Who?”

>>42033568
> “Who?”
QUE

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>>42033624
>>42033622
You: "Que?"

50 Jim: “A gang. The Batters used to run Angel Road until I came along. Last I heard, the survivors were begging Bronx for help.”

He shudders a little.

50 Jim: “Jesus, Bronx looked out of this world.”

Jim’s second-in-command, cousin Tim, walks around the car.

Tim: “The Batters only hire American Originals.”

50 Jim: “Restrictions gets thrown out when there’s a sore loser. Alright, Carnival-”

You: “My name is Loveday.”

50 Jim: “- you’re free to go. Have yourself a wonderful night.”

You: “I… thanks for saving me back there.”

50 Jim: “I’m sure you would have done the same if you were me.”

He walks towards the club.

Slick taps you on the shoulder.

Slick: “We just got saved by gangsters.”

You: “Yeah, it was scary. I thought they were going to shoot us at any second.”

Slick: “That was definitely the mafia.”

You: “So glad that it’s over.”

Slick: “We should team up with them.”

You: “What?”

Slick: “Think about it! With their manpower, lack of morals and fighting skills plus my style, we’d crack the Bronx case in no time. I can see the headlines now: DASHING LAWYER CRUSHES CO-DICTATOR, FREES ORPHANS AND IS SUPER ATTRACTIVE.”

You: “It’s a dangerous idea.”

Slick: “You’re the one that almost got us sent to New Wingston county just a few hours ago. Are you perhaps… salty over the plan failing?”

You: “I am so not salty. I am the opposite of salty. I am the slayer of salt.”

… His plan isn’t that bad an idea. Without help, you and Slick have hit your plateau in what can be done.

Teaming up with 50 Jim is a...
> Risky idea
> Great idea
> Slick’s-fault-if-it-goes-wrong idea

>>42033793
> Slick’s-fault-if-it-goes-wrong idea

>>42033793
> Great idea

>>42033793
> Risky idea

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>>42033820
>>42033861
>>42033920
It's a very mixed bag of ideas.

You: “Okay, but it’s your fault if it goes wrong. Also, it’s the middle of night, why are you wearing sunglasses?”

The German with a New York accent pushes up his sunglasses.

Slick: “Sheesh, you sound like my mom.”

You call out to 50 Jim.

You: “Hey, wait! You’re after Mr. Bronx too, right? We can work together… please?”

He stares you down.

50 Jim: “And why should I work with you?”
> “I’m a good fighter. Kind of.”
> “I’m a quick learner.”
> “Uh, I… I…”
> ?

>>42034010
> “I’m a quick learner.”
It's true (for certain definitions of true)!

>>42034010
> “I’m a good fighter. Kind of.”
> "And I have a sweet hat!"

>>42034010
> “Uh, I… I…”
>"I also have 50 cousins!"

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>>42034026
>>42034087
>>42034114
You nervously list off your good qualities, including that it's very likely that you also have a few cousins.

His expression relaxes.

50 Jim: “Relax, I’m messing with you. Sure, we can talk. Tim, you coming?”

Tim: “I should get home, actually. See you, Jim. It was nice to meet you, Loveday.”

Tim leaves.

50 Jim: “I’d like to discuss our business inside, if you don’t mind.”

You enter the club.

There’s about a dozen tables, none of them without bottles of booze or laughing customers. Through the mist of tobacco, a robot sings and plays a multitude of instruments.
https://youtu.be/CcaDoxydGmo

In the VIP section, there’s about a dozen men and women, all of them wearing suspenders. Some of them analyze a couple of maps, a few drink heavily.

A man waddles forward, spilling beer.

Gangster: “Hey, boss! We gathered for serious business like you asked.”

50 Jim: “If you guys weren’t my flesh and blood…”

You all take your seats. A waiter arrives and bows.

50 Jim: “Milk for me. You drink anything? My treat.”

You: “Are you sure?”

50 Jim: “Jeez, will you relax? You’re giving me secondhand jitters.”

You: “Oh. Sorry.”
> ?
> “I wouldn’t want to get drunk if we’re talking serious business.”

>>42034317
>Get some root beer

>>42034317
>>42034374
Sure, I can back that!

>>42034317
> “I wouldn’t want to get drunk if we’re talking serious business.”

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>>42034374
>>42034412
You: “Root beer.”

Slick: “I’ll have a White Russian. Where’s the bathroom?”

50 Jim: “Use that door, take your first left.”

Slick thanks him and leaves.

You: “Your gang isn’t as big as I thought it’d be.”
50 Jim: “There used to be more of us.”

You: “What happened?”

50 Jim: “Our last fight with the Batters. We got most of them, they got some of us, but their leader escaped. Exactly how new are you to this town?”

You: “I just got here a few days ago.”

50 Jim: “Well, be careful. There’s a lot of people in this city who make their living off of leaving refugees with nothing. And welcome to Neu-Moskau.”

You: “Thanks. I’ll try not to break it.”

He looks slightly amused.

Holy shit, did you just make someone almost laugh?
> Ask how he got here
> Ask history of the city

>>42034628
> Ask how he got here

>>42034628
> Ask history of the city

>>42034628
> Ask how he got here
Both are good, really.

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>>42034675
>>42034700
>>42034769
You spend the next few minutes drinking with a mafia boss, idly taking in the scenery.

You ask him how the city was made.

50 Jim: “Neu-Moskau? The World Fair of 1900. It was built as some kind social experiment between the Russian Empire and the U.S., right on German soil. In return for Germany hosting the World Fair, the contract said that they didn’t have any control over the city. The Colonial Administration could only be staffed by Americans and Russians, and they kept that rule up to now.”

You: “So how did you get here?”

50 Jim: “My mom and I were here since it was made. She was some mid-level bureaucrat that helped build it. Then the war happened. It also turns out that Washington made a company of soldiers composed entirely out of my cousins, and guess who got to lead it? When the war ended, I took all the survivors back to this city.”
(cont in next post)

>>42034926
No wonder he's got so much family here then.
Nice band-robot!

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50 Jim: “So, what’s your story?”

You: “Oh, me? It’s not really all that interesting.”

50 Jim: “Come on, you gotta have something.”
> ?

>>42035059
Family was massacred by arctic moles. Received vision about destined greatness as gladiator. Alas, you're stuck working with Slick now, however.

>>42035059
Just give him the gist of what we've been doing so far. We're working for the forces of good now!

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>>42035212
>>42035130
You give him the general gist of what's been going on, from your entrance into the city to Commando Destructo. You even try to throw in a joke about arctic moles, but it doesn't seem to catch on.

While it doesn't impress him, he seems to have a slightly greater respect for you. This meeting isn't going so bad.

A man runs up to your table. The gangsters get into brawl mode, then relax; he’s one of them.

He pants heavily, trying to wheeze out words.
50 Jim: “For God’s sake, someone get the man a glass of water!”

The bartender fills up a glass. He slides it your way and waves you towards the runner. You hurry and hand the runner the glass.

He drinks quickly, then thanks you between breaths.

Runner: “Boss, a couple Batters are coming this way!”

50 Jim: “What? Did you see the Player?”

Runner: “I think so, boss.”

50 Jim: “Good job reporting to me, cousin.”

You: “A g-gang war? There’s gonna be a gang war?”

50 Jim looks to you.

50 Jim: “50-50 chance. You might want to get out of here before it gets ugly.”
> Offer to help
> Run

>>42035299
> Offer to help
Maybe, like, cheerlead...

>>42035299
> Offer to help
We can fight!

>>42035299
> Offer to help

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>>42035341
>>42035405
>>42035453
You decide to help Jim and his cousins.

Player: “Batter up!”

A baseball zooms into the room, smacking the runner in the face.

The musicians stop playing. The patrons freeze.
(cont in next post)

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Player: “That asshole spoiled the surprise, didn’t he? Hello, Jim.”

50 Jim: “Player. If you want to die, tonight’s not a good time.”

Player: “What, are you afraid to fight me?”

50 Jim: “It’s a public place. Innocent people could get hurt.”

He sets down his glass.

The Player saunters over, shoving a customer out of the way. He smacks his baseball bat on the table, breaking 50 Jim’s glass of milk.

50 Jim: “That’s a new bat.”

The Player snaps his fingers. He points the bat at you.

Player: “Hey lady, they teach you manners where you come from? Introduce yourself.”

50 Jim: “If you just came here to harass my business partners -”

Player: “What, you go deaf from the Mexican Revolution? You a friend of Jim’s?”
> Yes
> No
> ?

>>42035512
Ouch.

>>42035545
> Don't see how that's any of his business. Anyone taught HIM manners? As the most recent arrival the onus is on him to introduce himself first.

>>42035545
> Yes

>>42035545
> Yes

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>>42035598
>>42035634
>>42035660
You: "I am. W-who taught you manners? Who are you?"

Player: “I’m the Player, dig? Me and the Batters run this street.”

50 Jim: “Before I kill you, tell me who betrayed me.”

The Player spits out his gum.

Player: “What do you mean?”

50 Jim: “You’re not brave enough to attack me unless you had some secret helper. You ran from our last fight, remember?”

Player: “You don’t think I got what it takes, redneck? I’ll show you-”

Tim: “Enough.”

Tim shoves his way through the Batters.

Tim: “I’m sorry, Jim. You’re going to run the family into the ground unless I take control.”

50 Jim sighs.

Tim: “I’ve made a deal with Mr. Bronx. He’ll leave the Family alone if you and Loveday got iced.”

He gives you an apologetic look.

Tim: “Nothing personal. You seem like a nice enough person.”
> “Why would you trust Mr. Bronx?”
> ?

>>42035768
> “Why would you trust Mr. Bronx?”
Yeah, why?

>>42035768
> "Anyone willing to expose their Family to its enemies in this way is too weak to lead it. Your issues with Jim was a strictly internal matter, violent solution or no."

>>42035768
> “Why would you trust Mr. Bronx?”

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>>42035803
>>42035910
>>42035969
You slowly get up and advise Tim against trusting Mr. Bronx.

Tim: “Do you think I haven't thought this over? If I don't do anything, he'll steamroll our entire family. If I do something, we at least have a chance of survival. Jim was the one that got more than a dozen of us killed in the war. Jim was the one that got our cousins kidnapped."

50 Jim: "You're not thinking clearly, cousin Tim."

Tim: "Oh I'm thinking clearly. Clearly you're insane and unfit for duty. Even if I can’t trust him, he’ll fuck me over no matter what I do. I’m sorry.”

You: "Anyone who puts their Family in this much danger is an idiot. You had a problem with Jim and decided to involve the whole city."

Your SPEECH skill improves, thanks to your quick thinking and logic!

Tim: "I... shut up! You don't know what you're talking about. You've never had to take care of someone close to you and watch them die."

You feel a strong, unexplained surge of anger. Armguard: “Fight detected. Activating.”

Armguard-chan transforms into battle mode.

Player: “The hell is that thing!?”

Several of the Batters, confused, set you as their new target.

Tim: “Everyone, relax! No one has to die today. You with the arm-thing, deactivate it.”
> “I-I don’t know how!”
> “Nobody move!”
> ?

>>42036028
> “Nobody move!”
>Player, give me your bat. And none of that idiotic "hitting me with it, and saying you gave it to me."

>>42036028
> “Nobody move!”
Yeah naaah, let's stay in control.

>>42036028
> "I don't think so, you're not the calling the shots now Tim - not that you ever was. I'd suggest you surrender quietly, gentlemen.

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>>42036073
>>42036086
>>42036141
You hold your arm up.

You: “I’m armed, nobody move! Batters, drop your weapons. I don’t want to have to hurt anybody.”

Armguard: “Nonlethal laser: on.”

A beam of energy blasts out of your hand, blowing a hole through the ceiling.

Everyone’s face is agape. If the robot musician could look shocked, it would.
> “Holy shit.”
> Try to look like you expected that

>>42036221
> Try to look like you expected that
They're too busy watching the laser to notice the not-so-convincing acting.

>>42036221
> Try to look like you expected that
Must maintain composure, or at least pretend to.

>>42036221
> Try to look like you expected that

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>>42036243
>>42036335
>>42036348
This is good. Acting. You’re in control. As long as everyone’s too scared to-

Armguard: “Ammo: 1.”

Player: “Hey, you hear that? Chica’s only got one shot left!”

He creeps up closer, his gang following.
> “Wait!”
> Shoot the Player

>>42036446
> “Wait!”
We may only have one shot but that's enough to kill any one of them!

>>42036446
> Shoot the Player

>>42036446
> Shoot the Player
Armguard pls

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>>42036503
>>42036525
You shoot Player in the stomach with the laser.
He flies back, dropping the baseball bat.

The patrons panic and scream, causing a stampede for the exit. The robot musician wheels itself behind the stage.

The Batters are shocked that their leader fell so suddenly.

Tim puts his hands up.

Tim: “God, Jim, I’m sorry. It’s just… I didn’t want to see any more of the family killed. I thought I could fix it. I was wrong, Jim, I was wrong.”

50 Jim: “Tim. It’s okay. You’re forgiven.”

Tim looks up.

Tim: “You mean it?”

50 Jim: “Of course.”

50 Jim roundhouse kicks Tim, knocking him onto the ground.

Tim: “No, wait-”

50 Jim stomps Tim's head, killing him.

Batter: “Holy shit!”

The gangs charge at each other, tossing over tables.
> Run away
> Stand ground

>>42036691
> Run away
We've done our job, time to get safe!
I'm off to sleep so thanks for running!

>>42036691
> Stand ground
We can still punch the shit out of people.

>>42036691
> Run away
Being here just started to seem a lot less appealing.

>>42036691
> Stand ground

For the record I'm listening to won't back down, by Tom Petty.

>>42036881
Well, no wonder you won't back down!
Unless you voted to back down in which case you seem in two minds anon.

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>>42036881
(Now I am.)

>>42036825
>>42036821
>>42036803
>>42036762
You consider your options while a little dazed from witnessing a murder, and decide that helping 50 Jim is the best way to secure a partnership.

Batter: “Get her!”

A Batter grabs you from behind as another one prepares to hit you.
> “Wait, let’s talk this out!”
> Kick

>>42036971
> Kick
To groin, preferably.

>>42036971
> Kick

>>42036971
> Kick

>>42036971
>Kick

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>>42036998
>>42037008
>>42037042
>>42037047
You launch back, springing out a foot. It meets the attacking Batter in the face.

There’s still the issue of the grappler.
> “Please peacefully let go!”
> Roundhouse kick

>>42037182
> “Please peacefully let go!”

>>42037182
>bring foot back. Forcefully. Into his nuts.

>>42037182
> Roundhouse kick
I wanna see if it's even possible

>>42037182
> “Please peacefully let go!”
If not, introduce foot to nuts.

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>>42037241
>>42037221
>>42037203
You yell your request as you introduce his nuts to your foot in a totally not sexual way.

He lets go, but doesn't yell. He falls to the ground with the expression of a man who felt unimaginable horror.

Oh shit. Your robo-legs. Is he... okay?
(cont in next post)

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Batter: “Hey bitch, over here!”

A batter in front of the window smirks at you. She readies a heat-seeking baseball.
> Charge and dropkick her out the window
> Try diplomacy
> One-liner

>>42037406
> Charge and dropkick her out the window
> One-liner

>>42037406
>Try diplomacy
The hottest thing after a throw is the pitchers hand! Don't throw it!

>>42037406
>>42037437
This sounds incomprehensible so it'll definitely work.

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>>42037437
>>42037473
You: "The hottest thing after you throw the ball is your hand! Your hands are hot!"

Batter: "Are you... coming onto me?"

You: "W-what?"

Batter: "I mean, huh?"

Your SOCIAL ANXIETY rises.
> Dropkick
> ?

>>42037609
>Surprise kiss!

>>42037609
>RUN AWAY

>>42037609
> "Drop the ball!"

Alas both anons and Loveday lack the smoothness and snappy reaction to phrase this in a convincingly on-coming way, so let's just hope this distraction works. I'm off so try not to get killed here anons.

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>>42037675
>>42037682
>>42037714
You are frozen in embarrassment!

Batter: "Stop doing what you're doing! You're not even pure American, you stupid Knockoff! I don't care how cute your hair is!"

You: "My hair is... cute?"

Batter: "No!"

She throws the baseball at your face. It doesn't hurt, like she threw it at half-speed.
> Dropkick
> ?

>>42037937
We have successfully distracted her! Now, a charming wink should do it.

>>42037937
>Surprise kiss!

>>42037937
> Look around.

>>42038002
Second.

Love CAN bloom on the battlefield

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>>42038149
You look around. Everyone else is in the middle of a bar brawl.

>>42037977
>>42038002
>>42038286
You step a little forward.

You: "We, um... don't have to fight. Just like... go home or something."

Batter: "W-what!? Stalker!"

You: "Huh?"

Batter: "You're going to follow me! Perv! Get out of town! Just because you have hips doesn't mean I like you! Slut! Whore!"

You: "I, um, that's not very polite."

If you continue diplomatically, she might emotionally explode.
> Dropkick
> ?

>>42038370
>I mean... We could stay here...

>>42038370
>Continue diplomatically

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>>42038398
>>42038422
You force yourself to inch a little bit closer to her.

You: "I... I mean... you're kind of..."

Batter: "I'm... I'm going home - Ah!"

You: "Ow!"

She trips over your leg, knocking the both of you to the ground. The difference is, she flies out of the window.

She scrambles to her feet, and stares at you.

Batter: "W... what's your name? B-because I want to stay away from you. Forever. So your name will help me stay away from you forever."
> ?

>>42038567
Loveday, I also go by the slightly unseen, if you really want to stay away from me
>awkward wink

>>42038567
"It's Loveday"

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>>42038645
>>42038629
You: "My name's Loveday."

Mary: "... Mary. That's my name. You better not forget it, scum."

She runs off into the night, like a beautiful, nauseous doe.

To be continued next session! There's still a barfight going on, nerds.

I kind of knew this would happen if I made a female Batter.

Whoops.

I'd love to hear any advice or complaints about the quest so far to keep improving it.

>>42038916
Damn, just missed it.

I really can't think of anything to suggest - I'm having fun tho!

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>>42039149
That's great! I suppose the most important thing is that the quest isn't boring.

In your opinion, how would you feel if the quest took a slightly more serious tone in the coming updates? Say, more grey moral choices.

>>42039311
Personally I'd approve. As long as it doesn't go full grimderp I'll be happy.

>>42038916
I like the idea of a Tsundere stalker. Just as long as it doesn't turn full waifu.

>>42039554
Thanks for reminding me. I now have to figure out how to attach Baseball Stalker Lady to the main plot.

Also, are you the guy that keeps posting that you missed it? Because if it is the same person everytime, it's strangely fascinating and amusing.

>>42039621
Well, I'm not >>42039149, however I am the guy who usually posts that.
I did, however, just miss it.

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>>42039890
Stay golden, anon.

>>42039936
Nothing gold can stay.

>>42039936
thx 4 runin budi gud thred

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>>42040051
ur very welcume i try i try

>>42039968

>>42040099
Thats the origin of the quote. In The Outsiders, Johnny quotes Robert Frost to Ponyboy, and especially likes the quote>>42039968. Then, when Ponyboy is dying, he says "stay golden, Ponyboy"

>>42040184
I know, babe. I just didn't know you would go so far to remind me of sadness.

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>>42040222
I'm sorry. I didn't mean it gurl.
Have this picture as an apology.

>>42040362
Thanks, bae.

I didn't know we were running today. I checked the Twitter, but it didn't say anything.