>>46394792
>>B. You've got Karate classes before your afternoon closing shift. #thanksellie

>>46394792
>B. You've got Karate classes before your afternoon closing shift. #thanksellie

>>46394792
>>B. You've got Karate classes before your afternoon closing shift. #thanksellie

Ellie?

>>46395239
Is Katja back?

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>>46394961
>>46395127
>>46395239

You quickly jump out of your PJs and scramble to get your stuff together; You forgot you've got morning classes at the dojo today (7 AM Sharp) before covering for some sick girl at the Cafe in the afternoon You quickly put on some gym clothes (Shorts, a wife-beater and Chuck Taylors) and bust out a warm-up routine that takes about an hour, then pull on your Gi and get your work clothes ready in your dad's old canvass bag (Turtleneck sweater for the evening, a Southtown Maulers T-Shirt & a pair of jeans).

You slam the door behind you and take a moment to breathe in the early morning air and watch the sun crest the peaks of a mountain range directly across from your house and smile. Sure, you overpaid a ton to inherit some crazy old guys cabin out in the woods, but you just can't put a price on the peace and calm it gives you living out in the wilderness. Especially when you think about where you grew up and how the scenery looks positively alien compared to this...

Can't enjoy the scenery too much though; It's quite a drive to get to the Dojo, which is in South Town proper. You hop into your old Slantnose Porsche 911, plug in your MP3 player, set that sucker on "Shuffle" and drive off into the twisty backroads hoping you'll get something good to listen to.

>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zTuD8k3JvxQ

Fuck yeah, today's going to be a good day.

+++

You arrive at the Dojo about 15 minutes early and formally greet your sensei with a bow. He's a dude that looks like he should be a sumo or something and, honestly, is trying to damn hard to mimic Kyokugenryuu stud Ryo Sakazaki, but he's a damn good teacher... Especially since you tried to beat the holy crap out of his daughter that one time...

Bah, what's in the past is in the past. you''ve got to focus on performing drills with the rest of the class or else Tatsuya-Sensei's gonna have your ass handed to you... Again...

>Roll 3d20; First 3 rolls within 15 Minutes count.

Rolled 10, 20, 19 = 49 (3d20)

>>46395455
These checks feel familiar.

>>46395487

QM Here. Don't worry, they're going to be a lot less frequent and not nearly as important out of combat than before.

>>46395455
rolling

Rolled 8, 5, 16 = 29 (3d20)

>>46395601

>>46395528
Weasel?? Or street fighting man??

>>46395646
Weasel's the one who does 3d20 or 4d20 checks for a majority of action checks, as through rolling for multiple stats on a single action.

>>46395455

Hey, Tatsuya and Ellie, nice to see those two again. Depending on how hard this is between a name's-the-same continuity nod or being the same characters, did you catch the last SFQ thread where Adam/Anon moved back to Southtown? He should be around somewhere.

>>46395711
>Tatsuya and Ellie
The names are familiar, but I'm drawing a blank.

>>46395696
It's been so long since he's run that I've forgotten stuff. But he's one of the very few who do these.

>>46395646

I'm guessing Weasel, he mentioned wanting to restart KoF Quest in a QTG not too long ago.

>>46395646
>>46395696
>>46395828

Weasel here running this bad boy. SFM's officially out of the game as a QM... For now at least.

>>46395711

Indeed I did. He's shacked up with Ellie, probably.

>>46395487

Everything's pretty peachy at first, mainly because it's just simple "Punch 500 times with each arm" & "Do this Kick 200 times with each leg" stuff, but the longer the first session of the class lasts the more you start to lose focus. Again, pretty unusual for you, but then again everything just feels... 'Off" for you today. It's really noticeable when you go to try and land some kind of whirlwind kick-thingy and land flat on your ass.

The laughs from the class drill into your ears like a pack of Hyenas and makes you want to curl up into a ball and forget about life...

"Hey! Knock it off!"

Thank god for Tatsuya-Sensei looking out for greenhorns like you. He helps you up to your feet and points at some kid in the crowd still laughing. "You try it."

The guy's face goes pale and it takes a good five minutes before he attempts the same "Special" move... And he lands flat on his back.

You smirk a little, but try not to laugh as Tatsuya-Sensei eyes you up. "Something wrong Kiddo? You didn't have your usual game face on."

>A. Shrug your shoulders and tell him you don't know either. #caseofthemondays

>B.Sigh and give him a quick rundown on why your part-time job sucks so damn much. #fml

>C. You're probably just nervous about Friday. #EatSleepFightRepeat

>D. "A lot of things". #vague

BURN
TO
FIGHT
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OeB-4s1Cho4

>>46395846
>D. "A lot of things". #vague
It's worth mentioning that both this and the original quest started with the MC waking up from a drunken bender.

>>46395846
>>D. "A lot of things". #vague

>>46395846
>>D. "A lot of things". #vague

Depending on whether you want to use him or not, Anon's either giving private lessons and acting as a cornerman for local fighters or he's stuck in a room playing all the videogames he missed while he was out doing his wandering martial artist routine.

Nice to see you running again, Weasel.

>>46396027

Thanks.

>>46395899
>>46395930

"It's a lot of things, Sensei."

He nods, clearly seeing you don't want to get into it any further. "It's OK, we've all got off-days. Now try it again."

You close your eyes and hear Tatsuya-Sensei telling the rest of the students to give you some space. Three long, easy breaths. Channel your Ki into your legs & feet. Control you breathe... No need for any kind of Fire or Ice or Electricity or whatever on this one...

You run towards the training dummy they have set up (Complete with a picture of somebody's face taped over the head) and execute a "Hien Kyaku" picture-perfectly to claps from the rest of the class.You bow, then watch five others (4 guys and somebody you can't tell is a guy or a girl) all try to get it right as well as you did. Most of them can't stick the landing and stumble after hitting the dummy's head; Only the girly-boy/tomgirl hits it as clean as you did.

"Alright, now let's get a 10 Km in before lunch" Tatsuya-Sensei says, draining away all of the goodwill you had for him.

>LATER THAT DAY

You nearly forgot that you started work at 11 AM today instead of your usual Noon shift, so halfway through your run with the rest of the class you had to bail and drive like a maniac to clock in on time and changed out of your Gi in the bathroom.

Ah yes, "Cafe de Paradiso"...What a dump.

OK, to be fair the place itself is pretty nice and the decor is fine for what it is, but it's in the middle of nowhere and you could go on for days about how ineptly run it is... Then again, what could expect from some two-bit mafioso's trying to tap into the "Whole Foods" clientele that's started to show up in South Town lately, except without anything on the menu being Organic? Or using fucking microwaves because they're too cheap to get convection ovens?

Shit, if it weren't for the fact that the pay was good and you've been there longer than anyone else you would've walked a long time ago. The thing is...

>>46396300
>Hien Kyaku
Hien Shippu Kyaku.

>>46396354
Weasel fucking up technique names is mildly nostalgic.

>>46396300

>A. Is that you worked too hard to flush a 3-Year reference down the toilet. #careergoals

>B. It's a simple-stupid job physically; Dealing with the people, on the other hand... #lazy

>C. You don't want to have to explain certain things about your life to more... "Respectable" business owners. #

>D. You don't know why you should put up with this crap anymore. Maybe you should quit...?

>>46396354

It's the old Art of Fighting/EX Ryo variant of that move though...

>>46396377
>>C. You don't want to have to explain certain things about your life to more... "Respectable" business owners. #

>>46396377
>>C. You don't want to have to explain certain things about your life to more... "Respectable" business owners. #

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>>46396377
>C. You don't want to have to explain certain things about your life to more... "Respectable" business owners. #
"It says here you've regularly competed in an international martial arts tournament and are, in fact, a genetic experiment from an evil international corporate conglomerate. Care to explain about that?"

>>46396402
>>46396456

Thinking about it, you're honestly a little embarrassed about what your life was like just a few years ago; Working as a "Ringer" in various underground fightclubs so somebody somewhere could make a bet that cost the local bookies thousands of dollars, the street racing up in the hills where you live, the drinking, the drugs... Oh yeah, and you helped set Southtown on fire once and beat up nearly every dojo-owner in town.

How can you explain all of that to somebody and expect to get hired? Hell, you lost a job at a Baskin Robbins because you lied about all that... Or rather, only listed your accomplishments in college (Went to Tokai university, made the Judo Team, Majored in engineering and worked on their aborted Le Mans 24 Hours program).

"Hey, space cadet! You gonna me help with these cold cuts or what?"

Damn, there you go again. It's really noticeable at the Cafe because you're about the only responsible person in the damn place... And that becomes all-the-more apparent when you realize that you're out of Turkey meat halfway through making an order.

Oh fuck, dude, I'm so sorry" she says (What was her name? Brandi? Brandy?).

"Not a problem, I'll be right back" you sigh. Figures. Fucking do-nothing bitches can't even get the orders right on the damn Cisco sheet right, so their always running out of shit... By the time you get back, some bro-douche asshole is screaming in one of your co-workers faces about a mistake on their order.

Wonderful. How could your day get any better?

"Hey you! I want to see you're fucking manager over my fucking smoothie!" he yells, storming over to your side of the check-in counter.

>A. "I'm the manager. What's all this then?"

>B. Politely ask him how/why his order's wrong.

>C. Coldly tell him he's not here.

>D. Threaten to call the cops on his ass if he keeps this up.

>E. Hello, Operator? NOW I'VE LOST IT.

>>46396802
>>A. "I'm the manager. What's all this then?"
And you cannot be on this side of the counter.

>>46396802
>A. "I'm the manager. What's all this then?"

>>46396802
>>E. Hello, Operator? NOW I'VE LOST IT.

>>46396918
>>46396927

You feel a very sudden, violent urge to deck this son of a bitch and bum-rush him out of here, but you need this job and you don't want no trable. Not until Friday.

"I'm the manager" you coolly tell him, standing in front of where the entrance to the bathroom and the back is. "Now what seems to be the trouble?"

"Some bitch fucked up my smoothie! I wanted a 24 oz Paradiso with a shot of wheatgrass."

"And?"

"She fucking gave me a 16, added cream and charged me for the 24 instead!"

You take a quick look around the prep area and see that no one else is looking at what's going down. You had a feeling somebody was shorting the till and staling out of the register; This just proves it.

"I'm sorry sir, but was out on a run for product. I wasn't here for that-"

"-Like I give a fuck!"

"Try to watch your mouth sir, there ARE kids present" you sternly say, pointing to the table just a few feet from where he's standing from.

"It's a free country, ain't it? I'll say what I want to fucking say, bitch" he replies, halfway under his breath.

You hate this job sometimes. You really do. Again, you try to calm your nerves by running a hand through your hair and bluntly ask "You want that on the house then? Or what?"

He seems to cool off a little at that. "Full refund and I'll drop it."

You sigh, hand him his $7.50 and wish he could get hit by a passing truck or something watching him walk out.

>LATER THAT EVENING

Mercifully, the rest of the day was pretty dull as dishwater and you were able to get out early enough that you're not too tired just yet... Or feel like killing somebody just yet. Where should you go?

>A. The Gym. #nopainnogain

>B. The Mall. #shopping

>C. That New "Speed Shop" on 16th & Dowe, near some old hotel. #speedhunter

>D. That one Arcade down in China Town. #fgc

>E. Just go home and relax. #netflixandchill

>>46397361
>C. That New "Speed Shop" on 16th & Dowe, near some old hotel. #speedhunter

>>46397361
>>C. That New "Speed Shop" on 16th & Dowe, near some old hotel. #speedhunter

>>46397361
>>D. That one Arcade down in China Town. #fgc

>>46397361
>>D. That one Arcade down in China Town. #fgc

Release all the stress!

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>>46397424
>>46397546
>>46397828
>>46397693

QM here, it's Tie-Break time!

Cars and Bikes? Or Flickering Screens & Polygon Dreams? Post your vote back here within 5 minutes.

>>46397921

Arcade games with cars and bike driving?

>>46397921
>Cars and Bikes

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>>46397965

There are knock-offs of Daytona USA & Manx TT (Among others) at the arcade, yes.

>>46397921
Our MC has a noted background in street racing, so maybe ogling some cars can't be bad.

>>46398053
Yeah, let's go play some Hang-On.

>>46397921
>>>D. That one Arcade down in China Town. #fgc

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>>46397965
>>46398125
>>46398224

You decide to drive to Central City and get the competitive juices flowing and blow off some steam at an arcade built in the China Town district. "Live the Dream", you think it was called? Whatever, you can't read Cantonese or Madarin anyway and their sign doesn't have an English translation on it.

You feel the buzz of electricity and feel the wall of sound wash over you as you walk inside; The place has been around for nearly a decade now, though it's mainly because some local gangster bought it and has a hard-on for videogames... Still, you can't complain; Everything's fairly clean, the machines are all properly functioning, they've got a good selection of of just about every genre you could think of...

And they have two of the most fun racing games around: Talladega USA & Northwest TT.

You get about $5 in Quarters and plop yourself down on the 'Dega machine first. It's a sit-down racer with an actual swinging pod, so you really have to muscle your way around with your forearms to set quick times on it (And also requires you to hang the car out like a Fast & Furious movie, but that's just part of the fun). You haven't played it in a while, though, and your run in the "Season" mode ends after 3 races of 7.

Satisfied, you clamber out of machine and hop on the Northwest TT cab. It's notorious for requiring you to steer with your legs & hips moving side-to-side rather than with the actual peg bars (Which only make minute adjustments), but otherwise it's a blast to play. Especially if you can get 3 others to race you.

You're a lot better at handling the idiosyncrasies of this game than the previous one, though, and get a new top time on the Time Trail mode. you even complete the ridiculously hard "Northwest 200" mode, where one mistake ends your race...

In fact, you're having so much fun you don't notice the large group of suit-wearing guys and girls starting to stream through the arcade...

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>>46398635

>A. Try your hand at another genre of game; You've had your fill of racing for now and if these suits try anything, you'll know who to call.

>B. Try out that "Future Racing GXR" game. If The Waifus try to fuck with you, you'll know what to do.

>C. Quietly slip out the arcade and get some Chinese food. Maybe they won't notice you?

>D. Haul-Ass out of there. You don't want to get into it with The Waifus again so soon after last time.

I'm going to take a shower. Updates will resume in around 15 minutes.

>>46398798
Just walk out to get something to eat.

>>46398798
>C. Quietly slip out the arcade and get some Chinese food. Maybe they won't notice you?

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>>46398853
>>46398948

Dreaded Internet problems return. Sorry for the delay.

You quickly, quietly slip out of the arcade without any of the gangsters you used to do jobs for noticing you. Though you're on OK terms with their boss, most of the crew are still pretty sore at you for a couple of things... But again, what's with you dwelling on your past today? It's not like you at all.

You head over to some Chinese place a few blocks down, eye the pretty little thing with the bells in her hair busing tables and get some Kung-Pao Chicken. You're lucky this place has old-fashioned booths that nearly swallow you up, because a couple of "The Waifus" stroll in, clearly looking for somebody... Not you though, which is a relief.

"You're a sight for sore eyes."

Aw damn it, really? HE just had to be here, didn't he? ... Hang on, is he under the-

"-Just try to act natural, OK? I'll explain when they leave."

Yep, he's hiding out under your table. FROM HIS OWN FUCKING GANG. What the fuck.

"What's the deal, Kaz? Your boys trying to cut your vacation short again?"

"On-point as ever, I see."

KazunorI Kazahaya... "The Wind", if you go by his street name. How he became the head of the biggest gang in city and run the biggest drug connections is beyond your comprehension. Actually, now that you think about it, he can be a total fucking sociopath when he wants to be, complete with his cronies dancing in-step with him like it's a Michael Jackson video. The problem is, he hasn't felt like that kind of guy for a while now, and he's starting to slip in his reign as unofficial "King of the Underworld"...

You know all of this, of course, because you helped him bankrupt quite a few bookies and gang-bangers through the fight-clubs. And that he WAS a friend for a spell... Now, it's just sad watching this.

>A. "What's eating you Really, Kaz?"

>B. "So, how's the filth?"

>C. Eat your food and let him speak up on what's going on.

>D. Finish up your meal and walk out.

>>46399583
>>D. Finish up your meal and walk out.

>>46399583
>A. "What's eating you Really, Kaz?"
I still can't tell if we're still Katja.

>KOF Quest is back
>We'really probably not actually Katja

I miss my bro-fu.

>>46399583

>A. "What's eating you Really, Kaz?"

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>>46400330

Slipped, fell and broke my wrist going to the bathroom. Goddamn this QM curse.

"OK, come on, what's the deal Kaz?"

"Deal about what?"

"THE Deal, Kaz. There's a reason why you're hiding here, and it isn't to goof off."

He takes a moment to look at you, trying to give you some kind of "Pittance Stare" or something. You've seen him do it one of his many, many girlfriends.

It doesn't work on you.

"My Sifu is back in town" he finally says.

"And he doesn't know you're a drug-dealing scumbag?"

He winces at that and nods. "He's getting frail and if he knew, It would break his heart." He pauses for a moment, then adds "My sources have spotted my sister nearby too. And you know how bad that is."

You pause at that. Kazahaya, for all of his faults, is still generally a OK guy; He looks after Chinatown, doesn't really ask too much for protection... Hell, Chinatown was about the only place that didn't get damaged when the "Ellie Riots" went down. The same couldn't be said about his gay, crazy, knife-wielding sister. Or how the two of them broke it off as partners in the underground scene over the same girl...

"That makes more sense" you finally state, breaking the silence. "I wish I could help you out, man. Really."

"I know, I know" Kazahaya mutters. "You want to rock the straight-and-narrow because of your parole. I don't want to attract whatever's left of Water Margin..."

"Your Sifu's all that's left, right? And he left before they tried to move in."

He shrugs. "Pretty much, yeah. But you never can know anymore... Hell, I'm stressing out over the new KOF Tournament going on."

Your ears perk up at the sound of that. "Excuse me?"

"You haven't heard? Some crazy Russian guy that looks like Duke is hosting it" he explains.

"You get an invite?"

"I wish!" he chuckles. "Hell, if I had I would've called you with an offer to join me."

"Who's your third?" you ask.

"Don't know" Kazahaya says. "I better get going; Take care."

So we're following KOF 14 in particular, then. Can't wait for the aliens.

>>46401439

>TFW They're just NESTS executives wondering why their Terran Branch hasn't answered their calls in forever

>>46401351

The rest of the night was thankfully drama-free and after a movie or two you crashed on your bed at around... 10:30? 11? Early enough to get some sleep in.

>THE NEXT DAY

You wake up early, feeling a little bit better bit still a tad bit sore for your liking as you stretch and warm your body up. Even for as strong as you are, your muscle-memory is fairly poor, so you really have to push hard to keep your level of fitness up.

"Thank god for bodyweight training" you think as you switch to doing push-ups and sit-ups. When you're done, you check the calendar on your phone and break out into a smile like a kid on Christmas morning.

It's Friday.

>A. Hit Sound Beach do calisthenics.

>B. Jog around your property for a good hike.

>C. Hit the gym in South Town.

>D. Just sleep in and get going after a nice breakfast.

>>46401714
>>B. Jog around your property for a good hike.

>>46401714

>C. Hit the gym in South Town.

Hope your wrist gets better Weasel.

>>46401714
>B. Jog around your property for a good hike.
>>46401714

>>46401771
>>46402036

Typing with your non-dominant hand is harder than it sounds.

Going out to the beach super-early sounds tempting, especially since you haven't had a chance to try out your recently-restored surf board yet (An 80's tri-fin you snagged for a song at some thrift shop), but then again it isn't really surfing season until May... So, you wait until the sun rises before going out on a hike through the woods.

Though your parcel is "Only" 20 acres or so, it's quite rugged terrain, with your cabin being on just about the only solid, flat piece of land and everything else dropping down nearly 500 feet. As such, you stop halfway through your jog to stretch, take a breather and just... Listen to nature speak. It calms you down in a way that's hard to explain to others; Only fighting or racing gives you the same kind of serene feeling being outdoors does.

By the time you get back to the house it's just a shade before noon, so you fix up a hearty lunch and chill until around 3 or so before driving back into South Town.

>LATER THAT NIGHT

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to this week's Real Bout!"

Back in the day, just after the King of Fighters went international and a host of Fatal Fury copycats took over across the country, Real Bout sprung up as a sort-of replacement and a way to keep South Town citizen's morale up. Kind of like FDR creating April Fool's Day during The Great Depression, actually.

As time wore on and it's regulars either moved on to competing in KOF exclusively (The Bogard Brothers, Joe Higashi, Blue Mary, Kim Kaphwan & Yamazaki), retired (Franco Bash, Tung-Fue Rue, Toji Sakata) or just faded away from the fight scene altogether (The Jin Twins, Hon-Fu, Rick Strowd), Real bout became kind of an informal get-together for all of the fighters that either couldn't make it to KOF level, were new or just purely amateur on a weekly basis.

"Fightclubs come and go, but Real Bout sticks around" was the tagline they went with.

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For you, this is like a bit of a homecoming really. You did judo back in college and almost learned a couple of moves from a coach that was one of the last students of Jubei Yamada, "The Demon" as he was known in his prime. Alas, it wasn't meant to be...

It was probably because you did one of the four "Forbidden Techniques" in a tournament to stick it to a rival... Which is how you ended up turning into a "Persona Non Grata" at Judo meets across Japan and gravitated towards street fighting.

...

Fuck it, not the time dwell on the past. Time to find your center and pound some fucker into paste with a smile on your face.

>Roll 1d100 and suggest an opponent for the MC (Pictures recommended). Highest roll wins.

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>>46403502

Bah, wrong picture.

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Rolled 34 (1d100)

>>46403502

Moonman Motherfucker!

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Rolled 29 (1d100)

>>46403502

The greatest Karate Hobo of them all.

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>>46403614
>>46403972

To be quite frank, as much as I want to continue my badly-bruised wrist (Which I thought was actually broken) is bothering me enough that I am going to call it a thread here and start the next thread tomorrow or Sunday depending on how my wrist is doing.

With that said, thanks to all that voted today! Maybe next time we'll find out who the MC really is, huh?

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>>46404183

And archived on sup/tg:

>http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/46394792/

Also, I intend to start at the same time (11 AM PST/ 2 PM EST) as today's thread and my Twitter contact can be found here:

>https://twitter.com/WeaselThat

Feel free to discuss anything or whatever. I'm going to ice my wrist up again.