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Recap:

In the previous thread you got an innocent man locked away despite the pleadings of his desperate girlfriend. You don’t feel bad about this at all and were rewarded with a buttload of money, though it’s dubious whether or not you’ll be asked to testify in future cases.

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Lopez corners you in the men’s room just minutes after the case.

“I don’t appreciate conversation while I’m pissing, Inspector.”

“Forgive me,” he says with mock sincerity, “but you’re a hard guy to get a hold of.”

“Is that some kind of bathroom innuendo or are you coming on to me in the worst way possible?”

The Inspector sighs and pulls a bottle of pep pills from his pocket, washing them down with a handful of water from the sink. He swallows before continuing, holding the rim of the basin for support.

“It’s Russians, Vince. They’re after you and now they’re after me. We need to stop them.”

“Sure, but what’s this ‘we’ stuff?”

“Working together will increase our chances of survival. I have a lot of resources I can deploy and I’ll be honest here, I’m stupid enough to believe you’ll find a way to be useful.”

You zip up as you mull your options.

You think people confront you in bathrooms entirely too often.

>Fine, make a plan. In the meantime I’ve got a hell of a day ahead of me.
>Fine, but it’s gotta be an even partnership.
>Fine, but I make the decisions.
>No way. I’ll watch my ass and you watch yours. The last thing I need is my life getting more complicated than it already is.

Eh, I'll be back in ~20 min since this seems to be quiet for the moment.

>>45053823
>Fine, but it’s gotta be an even partnership.
I'm here.

Back.

>>45054156


“I’ll do it but you’ve gotta understand, we’ll be partners in this. No pulling rank, Inspector.”

You muscle in on the sink, forcing the Inspector to back off in the direction of the hand dryer.

“I see. Well if there’s anything else I can do for you right now-”

>I could use some of those pep pills of yours.
>I could use a smoke.
>No, not a damn thing.
>(write-in)

>>45054414
>>I could use some of those pep pills of yours.

Finally.

>>45054414
>I could use some of those pep pills of yours.

>>45054435
>>45054447

>I could use some of those pep pills of yours.

“Maybe you’d be willing to share a few of those pick-ups with me as a start.”

Lopez scratches his nose and reaches into his jacket for the bottle.

“Alright, but I’m only going to give you two for the moment. If you want more, you’re going to have to get your own.”

He drops the pills into your hands.

>Take them right now
>Save for later

>>45054489
>Save for later

>>45054489
>>Save for later
performance enhancing

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>>45054516
>>45054518
You tuck the pills into your breast pocket, figuring you’ll save them for during the race.

The Inspector departs from your company and you head towards the parking garage where your white-washed chariot awaits. You set it to auto.

When you’re a few blocks away from Scyth Courthouse you go ahead and send Clarissa a message.

>Wnt 2 mk $500 wit 1 wrd trk?

The response pops back a few moments later.

>What are you looking for?

>Big Mantis

>Send cash to this account.

She provides a long account number that you’re able to route $500 to via the Illegal. Once the payment is confirmed you receive another text letting you know that she’s working on it and should have it ready in the next hour.

You decide to spend that time taking care of a few chores you’ve been neglecting, starting with downloading your files from the secret Polyium factory that GEC seems to have forgotten about. The process is time consuming but you’re able to make a baker’s dozen of copies on different flash drives with the potential to make many more.

>Gained
>Backup copies of Polyium files (13)
[1/2]

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>>45054585
[2/3]

As that’s happening, you surf the Darknet looking for a mechanic with knowledge of old gas engines. There are some rumors and even a handful of sites for enthusiasts with information about tuning up the engines yourself but there doesn’t seem to be anyone you can kidnap on short notice to work on your car. It’s a damn shame…

The Illegal buzzes to let you know that the file DicMax has arrived.

>Please excuse the name, it was hard to resist. -C

You skim the file, not willing to read it in its entirety right now. It’s written mostly hypothetically, based on the deceased sample you brought in last week. GEC scientists seem to believe that the Archimantis Maximus (superorder Dictyoptera) hunt in organized packs, communicating via pheremones and small “whistles” built into the abdomen that the insect can force air through by contracting specialized muscles. Reproductive systems in the sample you brought in where either defective, vestigial, or immature. All that could be concluded was that the bug wasn’t having sex any time soon.

Most disturbingly, intelligence levels are believed to be at least canine level or higher based on brain size. It’s impossible to be exact without a living specimen to experiment on. You scratch your ear and wonder if you can somehow still get specs to Clarissa for analyis after leaving GEC behind.

You thank her via text and tell her you’d like to get together sometime soon. For business.

>Better be.

Then you climb into the backseat and close your eyes.

>Hangover: Removed
>Nerves: [13/13]
>Strength: [12/12]
>Prescription painkiller effects removed
>Awareness restored to +2

>>45054613
[3/3]

The illegal wakes you up by the campsite where you left the Elevon, flashing and buzzing with a message from Derek giving the time and place of the race. You call him back, annoyed.

“What the hell do you mean it’s starting in Kwai Fong? What time is it?”

“…”

“So I’ve got an hour still.”

You look over at the Elevon. Where the hell are Jeremy and ‘Pedebody?

>go looking for them
>check on your termites
>they’re probably fine, head directly to the location Derek provided with the Elevon.
>grab something before you go hunting for your sonfu and pet 'pede.
>Write-In

>>45054639
>>check on your termites
>grab something before you go hunting for your sonfu and pet 'pede.
Wrangling stick.

>>45054639
Doesn't Jeremy have like.

A fucking phone.

>>45054639
Haha time for death race.

Still no fingerprints.

>>45054732

No printer, no prints. There are licensed printing services but they record your orders for the authorities in order to:
>catch criminals like you
>make things extra awkward for anyone who wants a dildo

>>45054679
>>45054667

You check on the termites. They seem a bit more aggressive than usual, pounding the top of the habitat with force. There are also more soldiers than you remember, their bodies bulging with napthalene sacs.

Before setting out in pursuit of Jeremy, you decide to grow a brain and just call him instead. Much to your surprise, he answers. He's wandered off a little ways into the forest with 'Pedebody and they've killed a large spider of some kind (he says "we" but you figure it was more the 'pede's doing). You ask if the body is recoverable and Jeremy pauses, checks, and then returns to the phone with you.

"Nope."

You tell him to get back here right now and after a few minutes he emerges from the underbrush with 'Pedebody alongside.

>admonish him
>praise both of them
>tell them both to get in the van and follow you
>tell them to get in the van, send it somewhere safe (write-in where)
>write-in

>>45054613
>intelligence
That was obvious.

>bug wasn’t having sex any time soon.
Sterile cast? Hive structure?

>nothing about the levels of venom from its claws and how screwed you are from 0 to fucked to get hit by them
That was what I mostly wanted to know.

>>45054639
Is there a safe spectator place for sonfu even. The van might get compromised.

>literally safer racing at 100mph

>>45054798
>>tell them both to get in the van and follow you
Also, stay in there.

>>45054799

Extremely screwed. I'll provide a more fleshed out copy before they're relevant again.

>>45054821

>spectator in hand-picked crowd of wealthy criminals

You might get him in with a little Cha but it's up to you if you want him there.

>>45054798
>>praise both of them
How large a spider was it?

>>45054798
I bet we can get Yu a new video game if he brings in a specimen intact that we can forward along.

>>45054850
>>45054827
>>45054897

>praise
>tell them to get in the van and follow you

You congratulate Jeremy and 'Pedebody on their fine kill, asking plenty of questions about the spider itself. Large dog-sized, brown, and yanked from the undergrowth by 'Pedebody it sounds like the mutant trapdoor that ambushed you the last time you passed through these woods. You tell them they did a public service by tearing the thing apart.

Before you make the kid's ego too big, you tell him to take the 'Pede and get in the van. Ole Vince has an appointment that he really can't afford to miss.

You slave the van to the illegal and set it to follow you before driving towards the site of the race.

>roll 3d6+5 for outmaneuvering any threats that might confront you on the way while escorting the van.

>>45054798
Was it the same spider with the tracking in it

Rolled 1, 5, 2 + 5 = 13 (3d6 + 5)

>>45054958

Rolled 5, 5, 5 + 5 = 20 (3d6 + 5)

>>45054958
Paranoia intensifies

>>45054977
That's a lot of 5s

>>45054966
If the Illegal shows the tracking dart as in Pedebody's stomach now, then yes.

Rolled 5, 2, 6 + 5 = 18 (3d6 + 5)

>>45054958
>Still gotta secure the computer in the Elevon

>>45054798
Well fixing that tfwnoprinter issue is on the agenda...

Rolled 5, 5, 1 + 5 = 16 (3d6 + 5)

>>45054958

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>>45053823
>“It’s Russians, Vince. They’re after you and now they’re after me.
Whoops!

Did I do that.

>>45054977
>>45054975
>>45055023
>>45055052
>13,20,18

You breeze through traffic at high speed, seemingly invisible to the Scyths. At one point you think you see a few delivery drones change course to follow you but your speed allows you to easily outstrip them and you proceed unharassed to your destination where you discover a vast construction site, surrounded by green wire fence. Looking through it it’s apparent that it’s an excavation and the signage claims that work is being done on a new subway stop.

Derek told you to proceed to "the gate" so you search for one in the fence and it opens for you, allowing both the Elevon and the van inside. A dirt trail leads down into the pit, vanishing at the end into a tunnel. Something smells really awful...

Just inside the mouth of the tunnel you're confronted by guards wielding enormous automatic rifles.

"Esperanza?" They ask, checking for your face on a guest list of some sort.

"The very same. Is it alright if I bring my van in?"

>roll 3d6+1 for talking the guards into letting you bring the van.

Rolled 2, 5, 4 + 1 = 12 (3d6 + 1)

>>45055140

>>45054798
>praise both of them for the death of an eight legged fiend, but admonish them for not leaving some indication of where they went.

>>45055157
They were assuming Vince is not a moron who can call them on the $400 phone he definitely didn't forget he spent on his unconscious Chinese boy.

Rolled 2, 5, 3 + 1 = 11 (3d6 + 1)

>>45055140

Rolled 1, 3, 6 + 1 = 11 (3d6 + 1)

>>45055140

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Well that was horridly average.

Where else can we keep him where he won't be bored or vulnerable.

>>45055154
>>45055214
>>45055250
>>45055291

>12,11,11

"What's it for?"

"It's got... racing equipment."

"You gonna let us search it?"

"No..."

"Then you better send it somewhere else."

>send the van to a hotel (give Jeremy money for a room)
>send the van to Amanda's
>send the van to Lopez's Scyth HQ
>Ask if you can bring Jeremy in to the event
>Write-in

>>45055319
>>Ask if you can bring Jeremy in to the event
Worth a shot. "He's got small fingers for fixing the car, hired him a while ago."

>>45055319
I don't know if I trust a hotel, maybe ask Lucas if his house is vacant.

>>45055319
>>Ask if you can bring Jeremy in to the event

>>45055319
>>send the van to a hotel (give Jeremy money for a room)
Will Pedebody stay in the van

>>45055351
>>45055370
>>45055398
>>45055645

“Well, my mechanic is in there. Can I bring him?”

The guards look at one another and then back to you.

“Let’s see this mechanic.”

“Go ahead,” you tell them without thinking, “He’s in the back of the van. It should be unlocked.”

One of the guards meanders around the back of the car while the other keeps an eye on you, gun in hand.

You hear the doors open up and then a girlish scream.

“What the fuck?”

The guard watching you runs to help his companion.

“What the hell is that thing?”

Angry hissing is audible.

You lean out the side of your car.

“That’s my pet! He’s mostly harmless, just don’t provoke him!”

You try to sound as convincing as possible before getting out of your car to smooth things over.

[1/2]

>>45055673
[2/2]

The guards end up agreeing to let you take both Jeremy and the ‘pede inside, more from fear than anything else. The van still has to be rerouted however. You contact Lucas and he gives the okay for you to send it to his home for the time being.

Before you continue deeper, the guards hand you a small facemask.

“Your mechanic doesn’t need this but you’ll want this,” they tell you through their own masks, “It’s awful down there.”

>gained
>1 miniature gas mask

“Oh, and one more thing; no smoking.”

No smoking? What are they going to do if you do, call the cops?

Rolling past the checkpoint at last, you find the tunnel gets tighter before it widens and the stink intensifies. You put the mask on but there’s nothing that can be done for ‘Pedebody, who paces in the backseat irritably, putting holes in the leather.

The tunnel finally opens up into a large cavern and here, finally, you see the light. At least 50 racers are here, their cars all parked in neat rows while mechanics do their thing. Racers themselves are either inspecting cars or fraternizing with one another or wealthy patrons with their masks on. They are all much more stylishly dressed than you.

You park the Elevon at the far end of the lot and get out. Jeremy and the ‘pede follow you closely.

>Scope out the competition
>Find your team mates
>Try and rub elbows with the criminal elite
>Attempt to gather intelligence on the track
>See if you can find a place for Jeremy to watch the race
>Write-in

>>45055689
>>Attempt to gather intelligence on the track
>>See if you can find a place for Jeremy to watch the race

>>45055689
>>Attempt to gather intelligence on the track

Well he'll have Pedebody to guard him at least.


>criminal elite
Hey maybe the Illegal will detect you already have one of them in your contact list, if that drugs guy is here.

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>>45055689
>>Try and rub elbows with the criminal elite

>>45055708
>>45055778
>>45056104

>attempt to gather intelligence on the track

You move around the event, attempting to catch tidbits of information about what the race will be like and where the track will run. Your style is greatly cramped by the strange masked boy and centipede that follow you around but what you learn is no one actually knows at the moment but a speech should be given in about 30 minutes by the head of the UGP and that afterwards all racers will receive a device designed to help them navigate the route.

Before trying anything else, you decide you should probably get Jeremy and the 'pede squared away somewhere. You seek out a race official and inquire into the whereabouts of a spectator's area.

"All the spectator's boxes are down that passageway"

He points at a tunnel far behind you, big enough for only one or two people at a time and flanked by two guards like the ones you encountered at the entrance.

>try to bluff your way past them
>search for team mates
>rub elbows with criminal elite
>Perform security maintenance on Elevon
>Write-in

>>45056217
>Perform security maintenance on Elevon

>>45056217
>Perform security maintenance on Elevon
Looks like the kid is going to be riding shotgun. I really don't want to throw the match because some bigwig that's bet badly kidnaps him.

>>45056217
>>Perform security maintenance on Elevon

>>45056262
>>45056299
>>45056328

Unwilling to gamble your way past the guards, you decide instead to spend your time making sure the Elevon is in the best shape possible before the race.

Not being able to do much for it physically, you content yourself by trying to ensure that it is a digitally secure as possible with the aid of the Illegal.

>roll 3d6+1 for how thick your security is

Rolled 5, 2, 6 + 1 = 14 (3d6 + 1)

>>45056468

Rolled 3, 3, 4 + 1 = 11 (3d6 + 1)

>>45056468
wouldn't that be +2 due to getting that +1 intelligence?

Rolled 6, 3, 4 + 1 = 14 (3d6 + 1)

>>45056468
Oh baby INT upgrade

Rolled 1, 5, 2 + 1 = 9 (3d6 + 1)

>>45056468
As thick as Vince's American flagpole

how does three people on a team racing work again?

>>45056582
>>45056561
>>45056550
>>45056490
>14,11,14

You're surprised at how quickly the Illegal's various apps have started to become intuitive to you. You move between them with almost no issue at all, puzzling out meaning where there was none and using them to weave a protective web of protection around the car's wireless vulnerabilities.

This must be what it feels like to be a wizard.

>Protection: Strong. Enemies will need to roll a 17 or higher to pierce your defenses.

As you're wrapping up your enchanting session, a high pitched female voice rings out over the loudspeaker.

>Racers! Report to your teams and prepare to assemble before the starting line for the Inaugural Ceremonies in ten minutes!

Everyone begins sprinting towards one another and then towards their cars. You try to message Derek and Lucas on the Illegal but it's no use; you're too far underground.

Jeremy and 'pedebody watch you freak out.

>see if you can create a makeshift network by using other people's phones as nodes
>look for them in person
>just drive to the starting line, you'll probably see them there
>write-in

>>45056804
>look for them in person

>>45056804
>>look for them in person

>>45056804
>see if you can create a makeshift network by using other people's phones as nodes
let's see how far our luck with the Illegal carries us.

>>45056869
>>45056875
>>45056876

>look around for them in person

Amidst the massive crush of people it is almost impossible to single anyone out. But you search for the boys and their jackets anyhow, hoping to catch a glimpse of cyan or yellow....

>roll 3d6+4

>>45057001

That's an awareness roll, so you could boost it up to three times with Nerves if you want to after the results come in,

Rolled 1, 1, 2 + 4 = 8 (3d6 + 4)

>>45057001

Rolled 1, 5, 2 + 4 = 12 (3d6 + 4)

>>45057001
Much safer a dicepool than Hacker 4chan

Rolled 3, 5, 6 + 4 = 18 (3d6 + 4)

>>45057001
rollan
>>45057043
Who the hell did you piss off?

Rolled 4, 5, 3 + 4 = 16 (3d6 + 4)

>>45057001
Doom.

>>45057043
>>45057056
>>45057072
>>45057095

>8,12,18

You struggle for a few seconds but you do manage to spot them, running together towards their cars with all the rest. You wave and Derek spots you, breaking off at a clip to come towards you.

"Hell, Vincent! I'm glad to see you made it but we were looking all over for you to try and talk strategy. But it's too late to do much more than convey the basics now. Listen, the race has three checkpoints. Each team receives points based on their highest ranked racer at each checkpoint. I'm going to try for the first one, you should try for the second, and Lucas is going for the final stretch. Got it?"

"Yeah"

You're a little dazed by this new information.

"Good man! Now get to the track and take position with us, we've got a nice spot right in the middle."

You run back to your own car where Jeremy is sitting in the passenger seat, bored out of his mind.

>take him and 'pede with
>leave them in the starting zone

>>45057255
>take him and 'pede with
"Buckle up."

>>45057029
Oh I guess we can boost once to be safe.

>>45057255
Or never mind.

>>45057255
>take him and 'pede with
Remember your seatbelt kid. Safety first!

>>45057255
>>take him and 'pede with
Sorry 'bout this. We can get something after the race together?

>>45057315
>>45057288
>>45057278
>>45057336

You guys are lucky nobody is likely to come after you for child endangerment. Writing.

>>45057336
>implying he's not going to be fucking psyched getting to ride shotgun in a racecar during a race
Have you never met a kid?

>>45057368
He's our Spritle and Pedebody's our Chim-Chim.

https://youtu.be/lrltm5LfUrQ
Thread theme.
I didn't choose Let's go away because it's slightly more obvious than this

>>45055708
>>45055778
In retrospect it didn't make sense to try and gather intelligence instead of checking with team for the intelligence they had first.

Since it's not like the first race where Vince was on his own.

>>45057354
And we're popping pills. Best male role model.

>>45057565
I figured it was like F1 racing where all participants raced at the same time with group wins decided by aggregate points.

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>>45057255
Vince should've picked up racing gloves.

>>45057619
It sounds like it is exactly like that though.

>>45057799
I'm kind of horrified by that art.
>>45057354
>>45057368
>>45057395
>>45057500
>>45057565
>>45057588
>>45057619

You fling yourself into the driver's seat and start the engine. 'Pedebody hisses at you, surprised.

"Wait, are we racing?"

"Don't be dense, kid. Why did you think we were here?"

"You asked that guy where the spectator's boxes were! I thought we were just here to watch... whatever this is!"

His voice is a mix of anticipation and fear, wrapped together by a tortilla of surprise. You can see it in his eyes, he's experiencing it for the first time, the burrito of manhood.

"Why do you look like you want to cry?!"

"No reason!"

You put the Elevon into reverse and pull out, following your fellow racers towards yet another tunnel which leads into an even larger chamber. Here the ceiling is buttressed with numberous supports and you can see pieces of rusted garbage protruding from every surface. The cars and bikes assemble one by one in a vast array of shining machinery, glittering beneath this mountain of trash.

You locate Derek and Lucas in the middle of the pack and, as promised, they've reserved a position for you.

>Current Position: 27/50
[1/2]

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[2/3]
Above it all a figure in a tower of scaffolding looks down on all of you. The scene is one of dead silence, except for your car and it's gas engine. Other racers look on you much as churchgoers might look on someone who has farted loudly in the middle of a sermon. But it doesn't stop the man in the tower from pontificating.

<WELCOME,> he booms in Chinese, <To the Underground Grand Prix of Hong Kong!>

A cheer goes up from the racers.

<As many of you have no doubt realized, we have elected to run the race within the city limits this year. Cut the stream!>

<This information is now only for the ears of you racers. We are all currently beneath what was once known as Gin Drinker's Bay but was reclaimed by landfill into modern Kwai Fong. Before you you see a vast tunnel or, more honestly, a vast network of tunnels!>

<You may think to yourself that to create such a track was an extravagant venture! Not so! Our only expense was in the construction of this staging area, the track was built over the last century by uncountable hands! The first length of your track follows the century old Gin Drinker’s Line, first established by the empire of Britain! This long network of defenses and tunnels was widened and interconnected by the communists as a logistical support that stretched from here to beneath Lion’s Rock to Port Shelter in Sai Kung. It has not been maintained since before the war and is perilous from end to end!>

<The second length with take you abruptly south, into the secret Second City of Hong Kong, built to protect the city from nuclear attack but never used even in the Third World War. Streets are woven tightly together and you must be wary of failing infrastructure!>

<Finally, you will emerge back onto the surface for the final stretch!>

There is a gasp at this revelation.

<Yes, in open scorn of the Scyths and the occupying forces, the Prix will run through the streets to a designated stopping point at the far end of Boundary Street! The full resources of the Prix are committed to making this happen!>

Another long cheer. As beautiful attendants pass navigation devices to each driver, you wonder what kind of headache this is going to create for Lopez as he watches the race.

>gained:
>Navigation Device - So you know which way to go!

<Now, on the count of 5, start your engines!>

<5!>
<4!>
<3!>
<2!>
<1!>

>roll 3d6+5 for your start off the line! Option to use Speed Demon (additional modifier but greater risk levels) or boost with Nerves [13/13] up to three times!

>>45058234
I did the countdown backwards. Goddammit

Rolled 6, 4, 5 + 5 = 20 (3d6 + 5)

>>45058234
>>45058262
Does that mean we get a head-start?

>>45058280

Only if you keep rolling 20s.

Rolled 5, 2, 5 + 5 = 17 (3d6 + 5)

>>45058234
Time to show these kids how a real american races.
Can we activate Speed Demon?

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Rolled 2, 6, 5 + 5 = 18 (3d6 + 5)

>>45058114
>His voice is a mix of anticipation and fear, wrapped together by a tortilla of surprise. You can see it in his eyes, he's experiencing it for the first time, the burrito of manhood.
>"Why do you look like you want to cry?!"
>"No reason!"


>>45058305
challenge accepted

>>45058362

Absolutely anon. In fact I'll count your post as a vote for doing so.

>>45058363
I want to teach sonfu to drive.

>>45058388
Count me too.

>>45058430
bah. better to teach him how to shoot a gun from the passenger seat in a high-speed chase.

Been meaning to do that all week.

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>>45058280
>>45058362
>>45058363
>>45058454
>Speed Demon Activated!
>21,18,19

You blast off the line, shifting furiously as the Elevon brings every cylinder online to hurl itself into the gaping maw of the Earth!

Your quick response time and aggressive acceleration catches the surrounding drivers by surprise and they largely fail to match you. You hold on to your position as the pack forms within the tunnel, headlights flashing madly against the walls as everyone jostles for an early advantage in the darkness. Ahead of you, two cars are pushed into the walls, where the debris grinds them into pieces.

Up ahead, three paths open up, the middle one being the highest and the other two ducking beneath it.

>Position: 25/48
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ydKSUxLWa-4

>go right
>head down the middle
>go left

Rolled 3 (1d3)

>>45058781
LET FATE DECIDE!

1- right
2- middle
3- left

>>45058781
>>head down the middle
Highest you say.

>>45058781
>head down the middle
deleted previous vote because I suck at reading comprehension.
if the two duck underneath they will have to either get on the same level as the middle one or the middle on will be a downward incline

>>45058833
>>45058894
>>45059024

You shoot straight, heading down the middle tunnel. Lucas and Derek both go right and a portion of the more amateurish racers head left.

Many of those taking the middle route seem to be professionals and they are far ahead of you in their precisely engineered super machines as the middle way continues to climb upwards.

Fortunately, the path plateaus and opens up into a very deliberately constructed tunnel with a triangular ceiling. Lights have been strung along to help guide the way but the path is littered with rusting trucks and ancient military vehicles.

>Roll 3d6+5! Option for speed demon or boosting up to three times with nerves!

Additionally, select one of the following:
>Drive on the edge: Run close to the obstacles to achieve the tightest possible line.
>Drive like an asshole: Attempt to push other racers into the obstacles
>Drive for Survival: Make absolutely sure not to hit anything.

Rolled 2, 5, 1 + 5 = 13 (3d6 + 5)

>>45059201
Well a good thing that anon changed their vote then.

> It has not been maintained since before the war and is perilous from end to end!>

Rolled 6, 3, 1 + 5 = 15 (3d6 + 5)

>>45059201
>Drive like an asshole: Attempt to push other racers into the obstacles
We have weight on them.

Rolled 6, 1, 6 + 5 = 18 (3d6 + 5)

>>45059201
Acticate speed demon
>Drive on the edge: Run close to the obstacles to achieve the tightest possible line.

>>45059201
>>Drive like an asshole: Attempt to push other racers into the obstacles

>>45059262
>>45059267
>>45059299
I say Speed Demon and Boost once.

>>45059262
>>45059267
>>45059299
>>45059323
>14,16,19
>Drive like an asshole
>Speed Demon

You speed up, moving erratically to avoid collapsed hunks of ceiling and moldering military equipment. Jeremy clutches the edges of his seat, eyes wide behind his mask as his side of the car comes within inches of being clotheslined by the cannon barrel of an ancient Type-79.

A car further down the road turns awkwardly and loses control, tumbling end over end down the tunnel. You drive underneath it as it flies through the air above you and finally crashes down behind you in a fireball that will surely cause everyone behind you to take pause.

Pushing the Elevon for even more speed, you catch the bastard he was chasing, a bright-red teardrop of a car that pulls itself forward with unnatural power. Nudging the things tail produces surprisingly little effect so you push flames from the dash to pull up alongside it, doing your best to dodge obstacles as you go. The driver looks over at you, a buff-and-bronzed he-man type, probably from the SAN. He grins, displaying pearly white teeth and you throw the weight of the Elevon at him in response. The strike connects with a satisfying crunch and pieces of his vehicle fly backwards at high speed. He is forced to the side of the track and has to slam on the brakes to avoid colliding with a guard booth.

>Position: 24/48

You're still far behind the pros. Up ahead, the walls of the track have fallen away entirely, revealing an overlook of one of the other paths, shooting towards the right.

>Roll 3d6+5, same options. Pick one of the following:

>Remain on this track
>Jump to the lower track!

>>45059697

Correction: 23/47

Rolled 4, 4, 5 + 5 = 18 (3d6 + 5)

>>45059697
>Remain on this track
Maintain Speed Demon
Let's not lose speed by doing stunts and losing height means losing downward slopes.

Rolled 3, 1, 1 + 5 = 10 (3d6 + 5)

>>45059697
Wait... so Vince still has Lopez's pills for when he needs them right

>Remain on this track
scary.

Rolled 2, 3, 4 + 5 = 14 (3d6 + 5)

>>45059697
upcoming even more difficult but faster path?

That they somehow know is here?

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>>45059878
>>45059840
>>45059790

You're nuts but you're not that nuts. You shoot past the overlook in time to see about a dozen racers shoot underneath you. You're fairly sure you spot Derek's truck towards the head of the pack but not Lucas's import. You try not to let that trouble you as you continue on the high road.

A pile of debris blocks your way, leaving only a small space for you to shoot through. You can't see over it but an explosion followed by a single wheel flying past leads you to be concerned.

>Position: 22/46

You pass through, threading the needle and find yourself confronted by an extremely angry variant of sewer lizard. Jeremy screams as it lashes out with massive claws designed to rend the earth but you slip past again and the tunnel lurches downward. The Elevon picks up speed and the pros come back into sight just in time for them to wink out of it at the end of the slope. Struggling to keep control and continue to dodge obstacles, you're shocked when the tunnel suddenly ends, ejecting you at high speed into a vast cave that's bigger than any cathedral. Your headlights strike the ceiling, shining directly into the eyes of sleeping bats. Giant bats.

The Elevon crashes to the cavern floor with a coccyx smashing impact but you maintain course. The pros dash through the stalagmites with ease but you can hear the bats behind you, squeaking irritably for revenge.

>roll 3d6+5 to find the fastest line through the cavern and avoid the gathering swarm.

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Rolled 1, 6, 1 + 5 = 13 (3d6 + 5)

>>45060267
>sewer lizard
>bats

Rolled 2, 6, 2 + 5 = 15 (3d6 + 5)

>>45060267
Activate Speed Demon
Got to catch up to those gods damned pros

Rolled 3, 1, 1 + 5 = 10 (3d6 + 5)

>>45060267
Not the coccyx! That's our favorite body part!

How did the bats not already be up and flying around following the first guys.

>>45060267
damn it I think the screecher box is in the van.

>>45060366

Some are, they're gathering steam as more and more racers pass through.

>>45060387

:(

>>45060366
>>45060351
>>45060315
>15,13,10
>1 vote for speed demon

Boost or additional speed demon votes?

>Nerves [13/13]
>0
>1
>2
>3

Will write for result in 10 minutes-ish.

>>45060490
Speed demon
Boost once

>>45060490
>1

>>45060571
>>45060550
>speed demon seconded
>2 votes for one boost

>17,15,12
>Nerves [11/13]

Mother Nature's most phallic creations shine wetly in the glare of your headlights as you careen through them, heedless of your own safety of that of the teenage boy beside you who now screams at every close call. Mania drives you slowly towards 110 mph as you try and catch those damn pros. And you finally do begin to gain ground as you spot the exit from the cavern; a tiny passageway barely two car lengths wide but several high.

Behind you the bats swoop, swarm, and begin diving towards you enmasse. You make a beeline towards the exit as soon as you can, with the flapping of leathery wings only seconds behind you.

The tunnel turns abruptly to the right and nearly corkscrews downward, so you jerk the car into a high speed drift, passing an unprepared pro and earning your first actual pass.

The downward slope continues once more until you finally rejoin the other two routes you split off from earlier. You're further to the rear than you imagined you would be; it seems your route was actually the longest! You attempt to translate your speed into additional passes but to no avail and you end up falling behind slightly as the beginning of the end approaches. The herd is noticeably thinner as you proceed.

>Sorry, some dice screwed ya
>Position:23/39

[1/2]

[2/2]
You find Lucas again, cruising in the middle of the pack. Derek is far ahead of you both, somewhere in the top ten you think. The walls have turned from trash to concrete to natural rock and you assume you must be passing through the tunnels beneath Lion's Rock. The terrain is rougher and less stable; unprepared racers are apt to lose control.

>Roll 3d6+5, speed demon or Nerves [11/13] to boost up to three times

Choose one:
>Reckless Charge: Degree of success raised by one (from regular to great or great to amazing) but DCs for this portion are raised by one.
>Team Player: Work with Lucas to protect your position and try and move forward as a team

>>45060981

Team player will lower your DCs for this section, by a small amount.

Rolled 5, 1, 3 + 5 = 14 (3d6 + 5)

>>45060981
>Reckless

>>45060981
>Reckless Charge: Degree of success raised by one (from regular to great or great to amazing) but DCs for this portion are raised by one.
Also wouldn't Parental Instict come into play here? If we crash it's not going to end well for anyone involved.

Rolled 2, 6, 6 + 5 = 19 (3d6 + 5)

>>45061038
Paternal. And if we were protecting him we'd just stop racing.

>>45061038

It'll come into play if things get sufficiently lethal. I don't want to reward you for going into dangerous situations with Jeremy strapped to your chest for an additional modifier.

Rolled 5, 5, 3 + 5 = 18 (3d6 + 5)

>>45060981
>Team Player

Rolled 6, 1, 5 + 5 = 17 (3d6 + 5)

>>45060981
Speed Demon continues

>>45061088
>>45061061
>>45061031

>14,19,18
>Reckless Charge Activated


>Speed Demon?
>Y
>N

>Boost?
>0
>1
>2
>3

>>45061130

Now is the perfect time for boosting once and Speed Demon, if there's a tier of success even further beyond 18 to take advantage of.

>>45061130
>Y
>1

>>45060955
>>Sorry, some dice screwed ya
The 17,15 roll?

>>45061335
I think the competition that chose the other routes rolled really well.

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>>45061335

Nay, these were dice invisible to you compounded by taking the longest route and >>45061357

>>45061146
>>45061180

>14,19,18
Pebbles and grains of sand ping off the windshield of the Elevon as the pack fly across the natural surface beneath Lion's Rock. Scattered evidence of long gone military occupation still protrudes from the landscape but in more subtle ways. Here and there are discarded boxes of ammo and even desiccated weaponry half buried in dirt and sand and hidden in total darkness.

You add more gas to the engine and the flames on the dash flicker blue, indicating that you've reached 125 mph. You outstrip Lucas (who seems content to retain his current position) and push upwards. Your opponents seem unable to resist your increase in speed, falling behind you one by one.

>Position:18/39

Even as you advance you notice that the tires are losing traction. The ground is getting thicker and the road narrower. Shafts of evening light interrupt the path, falling through cracks in the ceiling. The road twists and turns with sudden chicanes and you grit you teeth to keep the Elevon from sliding into the wall. Trickling water under the car turns into a full blown stream and the racers ahead of you send up roostertails from their rear tires.

>roll 3d6+5, speed demon, 3 boost max from nerves

Select one:

>Continue Reckless Charge: DC increases by one, degrees of success increase by one
>Drive cautiously: DCs lowered (less than team player), success rate normalized
>Psychopath: Try and take advantage of these conditions to slam someone else into the wall for a guaranteed pass (High DC but can be turned into multiple passes)

>>45061120
>>45061180

I apologize anons, I accidentally ignored your speed demon request. Please provide three rolls of 1d5 and I'll take the best to represent your additional passes.

Rolled 3 (1d5)

>>45061693
is all good

Rolled 2, 1, 6 + 5 = 14 (3d6 + 5)

>>45061646
>Continue Reckless Charge: DC increases by one, degrees of success increase by one
Speed Demon and one boost

Rolled 5, 5, 3 = 13 (3d5)

>>45061693
I was wondering why it still said 19,18.

Rolled 2 (1d5)

>>45061693

>>45061646
>Drive cautiously: DCs lowered (less than team player), success rate normalized
This seems like a crazier part somehow.

>>45061769
That should have been 1d5. I hope the first of those three counts.

>>45061646
What made the pros pick the longest route I wonder.

Rolled 4, 3, 3 + 5 = 15 (3d6 + 5)

>>45061646

Rolled 5, 2, 1 + 5 = 13 (3d6 + 5)

>>45061646

Hard to guess what the DCs might be now.

>>45061646
>>Continue Reckless Charge: DC increases by one, degrees of success increase by one
Increase one, again, on top of previous increase, or

>>45061814
I'll count it for the passing roll. It outperforms
>>45061791
>>45061734
I'm not going to hold the fact that it has two other rolls next to it against it.

That means your new position should be
>13/39

>>45061850

Leftover superstition from last years UGP which happened to be correct.

You took the safest route by far. Left or right would almost certainly have killed you.

>>45061875
>>45061754
>>45061924
>15,14,13
>One vote for boost and speed demon

Short window for additional modifiers:


>Speed Demon?
>Y
>N

>Boost?
>0
>1
>2
>3

>>45061959
It wouldn't be a stacking effect. Just a continuation.

>>45061960
>Y
>2
We can drive safe when we're dead!

>>45061960
We have Nerves 11/13 right.

...How much of the course is left. That's important.

>>45061997
>This seconds the Speed Demon
>1 vote for 1 boost
>1 vote for 2 boost

>>45062026

That's correct. You're approaching the end of the first leg.

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>>45061960
>Left or right would almost certainly have killed you.
But both teammates came out fine?

>>45062064
>>1 vote for 1 boost

Derek is handling the first leg just fine, far ahead of us. We can take the second leg.

>>45062112
>>45061960
>>45062064

Writing for one boost and speed demon

>>45062068

You were underneath landfill. You were told not to smoke and you are the only racer with a combustion engine.

I will say that though their chances were not great, your team mates had a better shot down there than you did.

>>45062127
>Reckless Charge In Effect
>17,16,15

You enforce your will upon the motions of the Elevon and sustain your forward momentum. A blue racer that you remember seeing on television competing in another Grand Prix, crashes out. His largely intact chassis skids to a stop just in time for you to drift past, spraying him with water.

Two more competitors succumb to your relentless slalom, moving you to the outer edge of the top ten.

>Position: 10/38

The slip and slide finally comes to an end however, as the stream empties into a man-made drain and the road pushes upwards again. You maintain speed and your navigation device (which a quavering Jeremy reads for your benefit) indicates that the end of the first leg has nearly arrived... and it does, unexpectedly. The road opens up into an enormous underground harbor, completely enclosed from the outside world. A forgotten submarine sits in the center of an enormous u-bend, a tattered Communist flag hanging sadly from bow. In the middle of the bend (where Derek and the other racers have nearly reached) is the checkpoint, marked with bright ribbons and flashing lights

>Roll 3d6+5, usual options, Nerves [9/13]

>Select One
>Activate Superturbocharger - Will translate into higher speed, lowering DCs but increasing the danger from crashing
>Drift it. Drift all of it. - Defy physics to try and pass as many racers as possible here. Very High DC.
>Drive Defensively - Passing the DC offers a small chance at passing but you will not lose position if you fail your roll
>Pop pills - Try and restore your Nerves by dry swallowing stimulants

Rolled 4, 1, 3 + 5 = 13 (3d6 + 5)

>>45062430
>Drive Defensively - Passing the DC offers a small chance at passing but you will not lose position if you fail your roll

How many Nerves worth are Lopez's pills?

>>45062430
>Activate Superturbocharger - Will translate into higher speed, lowering DCs but increasing the danger from crashing
>Drift it. Drift all of it. - Defy physics to try and pass as many racers as possible here. Very High DC.
I choose both.
DORIFTO

>>45062484
2d4, so up to 8 but most likely 5.

Rolled 3, 1, 1 + 5 = 10 (3d6 + 5)

>>45062500
forgot roll
also Speed Demon and Boost once

>>45062430
No Drifting pls, whatever else we pick.
Maybe
>Activate Superturbocharger - Will translate into higher speed, lowering DCs but increasing the danger from crashing

Rolled 5, 2, 3 + 5 = 15 (3d6 + 5)

>>45062430

>>45062513
We got 2/3rds of the race left, we can only boost 2 more times, then need to pop pills, and then maybe we'll be able to boost 2 to 4 more times after that.

>>45062583
*1 to 3 more times after that.

We aren't about to collapse in a heap like last time Vince got to low Nerves, we have our pet and Pedebody here to look after.

>>45062513

A roll unworthy of the mighty Dorifto. I will count your vote only for the Superturbocharger.

>>45062583
>>45062513
>>45062557
>>45062500
>>45062484

>10,15,13
>2 votes for superturbocharger
>1 vote for speed demon and boost

Short window for additional modifiers:


>Speed Demon?
>Y
>N

>Boost?
>0
>1
>2
>3

>>45062691
>Y
>2

>>45062691
>Y
>0

>>45062691
>>Y

>0

>>45062748
>>45062712
>>45062702
>Speed Demon is a lock
>11,16,14
>2 votes for no boost takes it

Writing.

>>45062785

You trigger the turbocharger and the car accelerates as you enter the long bend. On your right, the water glitters with the trace movements of multi-colored fish; a colony of coral has taken root in the sheltered environment of this artificial bay. You're sure you'd be more appreciative if you were dealing with a few less g-forces.

Though you draw close behind the racer in the number 9 position, he succeeds in blocking your path. It's not a huge deal since Derek is up in 6th place but it does frustrate you to pass through the first checkpoint in 10th.

Behind you, you spot your first actual pursuers as they try and close with you before the bend finishes. The best they can manage right now is to hang menacingly in your rear-view but you're concerned about the presence there.

The bend concludes in another tunnel that quickly dumps you onto an elevated highway above a city of concrete domes, many painted in fading shades of red. Light is supplied by a scintillator that hangs from the ceiling, a huge apparatus of glass and water that spreads the fading light of the surface over everything...

The concrete beneath you rumbles and gives way as you pass over it, leaving vast pitfalls that you watch one of your pursuers tumble into at high speed.

>Position: 10/37

The face of Chairman Mao stares down at you from a gigantic mural and a feeling of dread passe through you as you begin the second (shorter) leg on a long but obstacle-ridden straightway.

>roll 3d6+5, Speed demon, Nerves [9/13]

>Special options: Write-in

Rolled 3, 4, 3 + 5 = 15 (3d6 + 5)

>>45063118
Speed Demon
>Concentrate on getting into first, any cost.

Rolled 5, 3, 3 + 5 = 16 (3d6 + 5)

>>45063118
Hmmm.

We didn't equip too much sabotaging equipment to create more pitfalls behind us...

Rolled 3, 5, 6 + 5 = 19 (3d6 + 5)

>>45063118
>>45063189
seconded

>>45063189
Or we can just focus on eliminating number nine.

>>45063286
We are supposed to gun for first in the second leg, that's the plan.

>>45063307
Yes, but that's a goal, not a method.

Drive like an asshole?
Drive defensively?

>>45063374
I said any cost, that implies that Vince should take risks and attack other drivers.

>>45063118
Clearly we can weaponize Mao as psychological warfare.

>>45063222
>>45063220
>>45063189
>>45063286
>>45063307
>>45063374

>tunnel vision: +1 modifier gained, lower awareness of external threats
>speed demon active
>17,18,21

"Alright, this is our big moment"

Jeremy looks from you, to the road, back to you. He's past the point of being terrified (mostly) and slowly coming to accept the reality of his situation. He's unsure if he enjoys it...

You ignore him and his emotions though, focusing every fiber of your being on moving up towards first place. You're passing the 150 mph mark and the reaction times demanded are stressing your nerves to the breaking point. two professional drivers sink behind you and then another two. Derek moves to give you the benefit of his slip stream and you use it to catapult towards the racer in 5th.... but that takes care of itself.

At the far end of the highway, the number five car strikes a blue-green sprouter with its nose blades and cuts it neatly in two. (Un)fortunately, this causes the driver to lose control and spin out on the side of the track. You're almost laughing before you see the rest of the sprouters on the track ahead of you. It's not a crowd exactly, more of a loose grouping, but one collision at this speed might be fatal.


>3d6+5, speed demon is available only for the most challenging option, boosts are available for all
>risk driving through at top speed (high DC, remain in close contention with top 4)
>decrease speed, try and push through with minimal damage (Mid-DC, less ground lost)
>fall back behind Derek, let him make a hole in them with the truck (low DC, safest option but requires giving ground)

Rolled 1, 1, 3 + 5 = 10 (3d6 + 5)

>>45063546
>risk driving through at top speed (high DC, remain in close contention with top 4)
Speed Demon, maybe boost.

Rolled 1, 1, 3 + 5 = 10 (3d6 + 5)

>>45063546
>>decrease speed, try and push through with minimal damage (Mid-DC, less ground lost)

I'm crazy but, maybe, just this once

Rolled 5, 4, 6 + 5 = 20 (3d6 + 5)

>>45063546
>>decrease speed, try and push through with minimal damage (Mid-DC, less ground lost)

>>45063546
Technically behind Derek is only sixth place now, since Derek would then be in 5th right.

>>45063567
>>45063582
>>45063598
>10,10,20

>decrease speed (mid DC)

>Boost?
>0
>1
>2
>3

>>45063628
>2

>>45063628
>1

>>45063628
>1

>>45063647
>>45063649
>>45063727
>1 boost
>Nerves [7/13]
>11,11,21

Give me three rolls of 1d10 for impact damage and I'll take the lowest. Rolling three tens means instadeath, so don't do that.

Meanwhile, I'm making food. There may be a short delay.

Rolled 5 (1d10)

>>45063761
oh my.

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Rolled 10 (1d10)

>>45063761
Is this... the Heart?

>>45063804
you motherfucker

Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>45063761

Rolled 6 (1d10)

>>45063761
Hopefully not the thread theme

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MU-rdG-M5Ho

>>45063919

Oh god, that got a good laugh out of me. Catchy too.

>>45063797
>>45063804
>>45063872

Writing for 5, it could be worse I guess?

>>45063963

You slow down but there's only so much deceleration you can do from 150 mph. You can't avoid striking one of the shambling sprouters dead-on. It makes a terrible KRUMP as the grille of the car makes contact, breaking its hips with a kiss. The creature bounces up, onto your hood, and smashes through the windshield at high-speed, raining glass on you and Jeremy along with itself.

The creature gropes and tears at you in the midst of its own death spasms and, still in shock, you're unable to resist it. Fortunately, Mr. 'Pedebody recovers from the crash more quickly and lunges at the sprouter from the back seat, tearing open its belly and filling the car with its noxious viscera until it finally gives up and stops moving.

>Health - 5/10 - You're badly hurt by the impact
>STR/STA - 6/12 - You've lost a great deal of physical integrity
>Nerves - 2/13 - You're in a state of shock

Detached, you can hear cars flying past you or striking sprouters themselves outside. You pull the sprouter corpse off yourself and push it back onto the hood of the car where it rolls off. Then you get a good look at Jeremy; he's unconscious and badly cut in several places by glass. You do your best to apply first aid and swallow your pep pills.

>roll 2d4 for Nerve Restoration (I'll take the highest of three rolls and then write the final post for the night)

>>45063963
Japanese trucks are the third leading cause of death in Asia next to very mild coughs and giving birth to a protagonist.

Hopefully none of these are imports from before the war.

Rolled 4, 3 = 7 (2d4)

>>45064096
child
endangerment

Rolled 4, 4 = 8 (2d4)

>>45064096
I was too late to vote for safe option an hour ago.

Rolled 2, 3 = 5 (2d4)

>>45064096
fuck.

>>45064118
>>45064130
>>45064132
>8
>Nerves [10/13]

Whatever Lopez gave you... he wasn't kidding about only needing two. You feel your composure returning just in time to realize the remaining sprouters are starting to drift towards the Elevon. You look mournfully at Jeremy as you turn the key in the ignition repeatedly until it finally starts again.

There better be a doctor at the finish line.

>Paternal Instinct Trait Activated
>End Thread

I'm going to go ahead and archive this. We'll wrap up the race in the next thread and hopefully everything will be okay.

>>45064200
>hopefully

This is why I wanted to boost twice.

>>45064200

If you're curious by the way, your current position is 18/37.

At this point we could just forfeit. There's probably zero possibility for us to rank high enough that Lucas will be able to get us to reward tiers.

>>45064237
There's no forfeiting in the Prix.

>sonfu unconscious
>will probably hate racing and driving in general forever now

should have boosted, boys.

>>45064308
Where were you an hour ago.

Could've just been slightly behind Derek in sixth place.

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thread archived:
>http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?searchall=Exterminator+Quest

Half-serious question, was this thread as badly written as I thought it was? Because I'm not in a proper state of mind for self-evaluation.

Lopez story will be edited tomorrow, the end came quicker than I thought (which was nice, I haven't written an end to something in a while).

>>45064350
You were fine. Thanks for running

>>45064350
I don't know I'm not either.

And Kagerou Days IS catchy.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dfP_MXq5hy4

>>45063567
At least we didn't listen to this guy.

Two natural 5s is supposed to be rare though.

>>45064423

Fair enough.

>>45064493

Yes, you definitely dodged a figurative bullet, even if it figuratively winged you.