>>171246
Who was the last fighter?

>>171246
>HAIRLESS GELDLING
>People fiding out he has no genitalia
>fast guy
>He spends his day delivering messages
>He BELIEVES
>He listens to american primitivism
>Finnigan Van Laren

>>171246
Also
>SOMEWHAT LESS HAIRY LIFE BEARER
>GENITALIA
>FAST
>PRAISE THE LORD
>ALL OF THEM
>Screaming
>Laura

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>>171296
>>171304
>>171317

The votes have been tallied.

The human is a Somewhat Less Hairy Life Bearer who believes they have no genitalia but is too afraid to look so they cover themselves up in clothes at all times. This human spends their day delivering pamphlets about new deals on air conditioners.

They are FAST.

They also BELIEVE.

Their name is Laura Van Goodard

Is this adequate?

>>171339
Good for me.

>>171339
Yep.
Who is her opponent?

>>171339
But what does she LISTEN TO?

>>171356
Screaming with American Primitivism and Sludge Metal

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>>171349
>>171347

Tonight, the LOSERS will work together to bring down this... thing...

We found it on some planet somewhere. It looks vicious!

Enough chatter. Now it's time to receive data DIRECTLY from our newest contestant's consciousness as they first enter THE HOUSE and meet their COMRADES!

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Your name is Laura Van Goodard. You. Have. A. Vagina.

Your name is Laura Van Goodard. You. Have. A. Vagina.

You cover your eyes and mutter these affirmations to yourself as you 're fairly certain this is a nightmare -- it usually is. Usually in these nightmares, you slowly look down to find yourself naked, and see your own face protruding from your pelvic region; This time, you're aware that you're dreaming, and your doctor told you that if this were to happen, then the dream would become your domain!

You slowly pull your hands away from your face and look down.

You're wearing your favorite extra thick, beige pants!

Waves of relief pull you into an ocean of peace as you slowly realize you're in the same room as three other individuals.

>_

>>171393
do we get to describe her teammates?

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>>171401

One is a middle aged man wearing a grey hoodie, he seems to have a relatively calm demeanor, and you can almost smell his pit stains from here.

The one next to him is a rather lanky alien creature with strange spikes atop its head, and pitch black eyes.

The last is a short, ball-like alien with thin limbs. It seems to be wearing some kind of visor, and a hat.

You're fairly certain this is a dream again...

>>171417
attempt to fly in order to ensure its a lucid dream

>>171417
Greet them.

>>171453
While we jump in the air to fly off

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>>171435
>>171453
>>171457


"I know this is a dream. You can't trick me brain! I am Laura Van Goodard! I have a vagina!"

You turn around and leap with great force, ready to bust out of this place and fly among the stars!

Unfortunately, gravity takes hold of you, and brings you face first into a cold, metal reality.

This isn't a dream... Or if it is a dream, your dreams can now hurt you.

The thought brings you paralyzing fear.

>>171465
Talk to the guy, Try to salvage your first impression.
Usually you don't make friends by screaming about your vagina.

>>171465
Flail around and babble incoherently as you realize that you just admitted to having a vagina, to a bunch of strangers no less.

>>171473
>>171471

You remember the three other individuals in the room, and quickly shoot to your feet trying your best to pretend the past minute never happened.

The middle aged man slowly walks towards you thoroughly confused and probably a little scared.

"Hey, uh, My name is Paul. I - uh - don't have a vagina?"

The thing you want most in the world right now is probably to explode and take everyone here with you, so that this event would be completely lost in time.

"Uh - yeah sorry, that's not funny. Listen, I know how it is. I said some crazy stuff when I got here too... Thought it was a dream."

You slowly nod, the blood from your nose dripping down to your lips.

The lanky alien chimes in, "Yeah, he just stood there screaming and pinching himself for twenty minutes."

Paul awkwardly smiles, "I thought it was a dream, man! No offense but we call you guys - uh - aliens where I'm from."

The short, ball-like alien snorts, "We'd call you guys the same thing, idiot."

"What is this place?" you ask, wiping your nose.

The ball alien shrugs, "No idea. all we've figured out is that for some reason our native language is being translated and appropriated to each other."

You rub your chin, "... I was wondering why everyone was speaking German..."

The ball alien waddles his way towards you, and extends his hand, "My name is Tom Cruise."

The lanky alien raises his hand "Samuel L. Jackson."

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>>171518
Don't tell me Paul's full name is Paul walker.

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Suddenly, a screen on the wall next to you lights up showing a silhouette of... something.

Super!

Now that you are all acquainted with each other we can start!

This is Sunday Night Loser Fight! where we take losers from all around the galaxy and pit them against grotesque beasts from parts unknown!

Each one of the contestants is in their own right a complete Loser.

Laura, with a crippling fear making her unable to ever control her own life.

Paul, an old gym teacher past his prime whose life revolves around training sign spinners in goofy suits and nothing else

Samuel, A blunt weapons development assistant who thinks his job is more glorious than just being a stress relief dummy.

And Tom, a man who built his career around tech he stole and had no idea how it worked; He's now homeless!

Of course this game wouldn't be interesting if our contestants were thrown out there naked so we've provided special items for each one.

Paul will get the MEGA BLASTER XL a powerful laser cannon.

Laura will get the SUPER SPEED BOOTS

Tom will get the INSTANT COMMUNICATOR

and Samuel will get the XTRA BULK ARMOR.

You all have ten minutes to form a strategy. Good Luck!

>>171552
Well looks to me like we are going to have to detract the thing while Paul shoots it. Samuel will have to protect Paul, but I can't think of something for Tom to do.

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>>171552

You ponder your predicament for a bit and begin to give your idea,

"I-I'll destract the beast! and then... Paul will shoot it. Samuel will protecting Paul while he lines up the sho --"

Tom interrupts you by clearing his throat, "I say I should be the leader! I-I'm the only one with the instant communicator! I'll be able to give you guys orders!"

Paul shrugs, "What's your idea then Tom?"

Tom lightly knocks his fists against his head, "Hmm... Paul will need time lining up the shot, so we'll have Samuel protect him, at the same time, Laura will distract the monster so it doesn't just go after Samuel and paul, and I'll hang back and make sure everything is going to plan!"

(Well damn. I really wanted to at least get past the fight, but unfortunately I have to leave, and I don't really want to rush it. Sorry to duck out early like this. If anyone is interested in this I'll go ahead and keep going tomorrow, but for now I have to go.

>>171606
Good to know I didn't miss anything when I went to sleep last night

>>171465
>>171393
Wait I thought she didn't believe that she had a vagina? Or is she purposefully trying to lie to herself

>>175145

>Or is she purposefully trying to lie to herself

Yup. Like a depressed person who was told to list off their positive traits but cannot for the life of them focus on anything but the negative. The affirmations are something her doctor told her to do. They don't really help.

>>172128

Well, I hope you're here now, because I'm continuing.

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>>171577

"Uh," you furrow your brow "Yeah... That sounds like a good plan."

"Thank you," Tom bows gracefully.

Time's up!

You must all report to the Ready Room down the hall on the left.

After you gather your equipment, you will be lifted into the arena. Remember, if you lose, you die. If you win... You don't die. Good luck!

The four of you head down the hall, and enter the Ready Room. The room is cylindrical with pearl white walls, and a dark black floor. In the center of the room, a pedestal holds three objects, and in the back of the room, a large suit of armor sits dormant.

"Well, Let's go team," Tom announces, marching in; He grabs what looks like some kind of head mounted device.

Paul has trouble lifting the large cannon, hoisting it on his shoulder; Samuel carefully searches the suit of armor, eventually finding a a way in; And you pick up a pair of somewhat southern looking (leather?) boots with peaces of advanced technology plastered over them.

The floor begins to ascend as you slip the boots on with no idea how to turn them on.

>>175247
Get ready to run and ask Paul if he thinks he can aim the cannon properly

>>175247
Start stretching to make sure we don't cramp up when we start running.

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>>175357

"Do you think you'll be able to use that?" You ask, beginning to stretch.

"I should be fine, bud," Paul says, grunting, "As long as we can get a good shot."

Configuration DOME

Combat will begin in Twenty Seconds

The floor reaches the top, revealing a wide empty room with a domed ceiling. All around you along the walls are metal doors, presumably your opponent will emerge from one of them.

"A-alright you guys. Let's just stay calm and everything will be okay!" Tom announces, trying to make himself smaller behind the other members.

5...

4...

3...

2...

1...

One of the doors opens reveling darkness. Samuel waddles in front of Paul, "Guys I can barely move in this thing..."

You turn around to see Tom on the complete other end of the room frantically talking into his "communicator" which none of you can actually hear.

>>175487
Jog over to Tom and tell him we can't hear him.

>>175487
Also check to make sure your shoes are working.

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>>175909
>>175939

You begin jog, as soon as you take your first stride, a loud beeping noise emits from your boots and a strange shocking sensation crawls along the bones in your legs.

Before you know it, you've fallen forward on your face.

[r]Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha[/r]

The sound of a laugh track can be heard throughout the stadium.

You slowly get up and try again, this time leaning back to try and compensate, and once again you fall on your face.

[r]Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha[/r]

This time the laugh track increased in intensity, only further exacerbating your frustration.

>>176040
OK no shoes, try to explain to everyone that all of the things we were given might not work as intended. Ask Paul to see if he can shoot that laser in a safe direction.

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>>176073

You wince as you gently rub your nose, which has been the subject of quite the abuse lately.

You look at the rest of your team struggling to use their equipment "Guys I think these items -- !"

"What?!" Tom yells.

"I THINK THESE ITEMS DON'T WORK THE WAY THEY'RE INTENDED TO!" you scream.


"Paul, make sure that thing is safe to shoot,"You say, pointing at the awkwardly large cannon.

"Uh," Paul sets the gun on the ground and aims it at the open door, he positions his body as far as possible while still aiming the gun up.

He pulls the trigger, and instantly the recoil of the weapon throws it violently against the back wall, almost hitting Tom. The bright laser-like projectile fired from the cannon bounds directly into the dark room on the other side of the open door, surprisingly, there isn't an explosion, but a rather loud sizzle.

Paul, frozen in place, only just realizes what had just happened.

"... Did we win?" He asks.

His question is answered by a loud growling noise as the beast emerges from the dark room beyond the open door.

>>176115
Get those shoes off ASAP and try and help Paul brace himself for the next shot.

>>176115
Throw the boots at the thing the the hope that it'll get shocked.

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>>176156

The monster dashes towards the group at an incredible speed.

You quickly remove boots and throw it at the beast only stopping it for a brief moment. The beast glares at you as you run behind Samuel for cover.

"Wha - Hey! Wait!" Samuel protests as the monster jumps onto his armor taking swipes at you.

"Paul! We'll distract the monster, you need to setup another shot!" you shout as the monster chases you around Samuel, each attack nearly clipping you. Paul runs as fast as he can towards the weapon, and begins to set it up.

"LAURA! WHEN YOU GET A CHANCE START RUNNING TO YOUR LEFT!" He shouts.

You only barely register Paul's message as your full attention is directed towards not getting swiped by the monster. You definitely couldn't outrun it in a straight shot, so another distraction may be in order.

>>176273
Try to kick Samuel over to try and pin the monster.

>>176273
juke it out before running to the left

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>>176290

You try your best to push Samuel over, but his suit makes him way too sturdy.

"Samuel!" You yell, ducking another swipe.

"What?!" he asks, wincing at the monster's terrifying fangs.

"I need you to fall over onto that thing!"

"No way! I'll get stuck!"

Your frantic dodging causes you to switch positions with the monster, it's now swiping at you from Samuel's back, "Then fall backwards!"

Samuel's eyes grow wide, "What?! No! That's scary!"

"Scary?!" you yell incredulously.

"Yeah, I don't like falling places I'm not looking at!"

You groan, looking for options.

"Alright, can you at least wave your arms a bunch to try and distract it?!"

"... Well alright, I'll try," Samuel begins waving his arms making it a tiny bit harder for the monster to swipe. You give the monster the finest juke you can muster before dashing to your left. You run with all your might, expecting to be tackled and devoured with every step. your heart almost feels as if it's going to explode as you run with all your might, praying that Paul will hit the thing. Your mind begins to clear as you hear shouting, you look towards Paul only to see him pointing the other direction.

"OTHER WAY! OTHER WAY!" he yells while trying to re-adjust his aim.

>>176421
ok we are NOT going to run back at the monster. What we are going to do is run directly at paul so the monster and you line up. When you say shoot, you are going to duck and paul will fire the laser over you and hit them monster. Try to explain the last part at least in this very short amount of time.

>>176446
Powerslide under that shit
https://youtu.be/3Zhe8eZ0Img?t=32s

>>175228

Plot twist; she actually had genital nullification as a kid due to a gruesome accident.

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>>176446

You start to run directly towards Paul, he looks up at you wide eyed.

"Shoot it!" You yell.


"Gotcha' kid!" Without much time, Paul lifts the large weapon, trying to get a better angle on the monster. The monster swipes your back causing you to fall on your knees while you slide forward. Paul fires the gun, sending the weapon right out from under his arms and ricocheting around the room. You watch the bright ball of laser fly directly above you and strike the monster, completely incinerating it.

The only thing you hear among the silence that follows is your own exhausted breaths as you sit on your knees, petrified.

A loud ding echos through out the room as the wayward gun strikes Samuel in the stomach. He screams at the top of his lungs as the suit slowly falls backwards.

Alright. I'll pick this up again tomorrow.

>>176525

Does she actually have genitals? Perhaps this is a question better left unanswered. For now. Although there has to be a reason that she thinks she doesn't and she so violently avoids actually looking.

>>176526
we should probably see if sam is alright once we get our bearings back.

>>176525
how do you nullify a vagina?

>>176542
Cool stuff OP. Your art seems kind of familiar, did you use to draw on /tg/ or /co/ or something?

>>176545

Valid question. Surgically, it's a combination of a clitoral removal and a vaginectomy. (You cab google "Female nullification" and vaginectomy to see images of those.)

Although I've also heard of a lady getting 3rd degree burns to her crotch and getting everything mutilated that way, too.

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"Everyone alright?" Paul asks, after reeling from the climax of their battle.

"Yeah. I think," Tom replies, unraveling from the ball he'd curled himself in.

You slowly lift yourself onto your feet, "I'm okay. It got me in the back but I'll live."

You remember Samuel who'd taken a fall, and jog over to check on him.

"Are you alright?"

Samuel's eyes are tightly closed, he slowly opens them and quickly changes his demeanor, pretending not to be bothered by the fact he'd just screamed in quite the cowardly fashion, "Yeah, whatever, I'm good. Help me get out of this thing."

Amazing! Nobody died in the first round! Looks like we need to step it up!

Well contestants, you are victorious, which means you need to select one of two rewards.

1. Detailed instruction manuals for your equipment.

OR...

2. One Instant Molecular Reconstruction for each of you to be used at the time of your death. (You will retain your memories, personality, and abilities)

>>178484
>2

>>178484
I'm going to vote 1. Considering how our equipment worked the first time, something tells me the Molecular Reconstruction isn't exactly going to work the way we think it will work.

Bump.

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>>178904
>>178488

"Two! Vote Two!" Tom yells.

"Hold on, what if we vote one?" Samuel argues, "I mean I would really love to be able to actually move in that thing."

Tom scoffs, "Are you kidding? All this junk obviously doesn't work. Besides, we can figure it out ourselves!"

Paul scratches his head, "I dunno, I guess another life sounds pretty good. especially if we're going to be fighting more things like that."

You think on it for a moment, and decide to go with two.

"Thank god you have a brain Laura," Tom very audibly sighs, "It's not hard Samuel We're choosing between living and learning more about a few pieces of junk that we may or may not even be able to fully understand."

"... It's not fun being a statue," Samuel mutters.

"Do you want to let me stay in the suit? Heck, it's only fitting the team leader be fully protected," Tom declares.

"Whatever, man."

Now that it has been decided through a team vote, you will all return to the house, and subsequently return to your individual lives until next Sunday.

See you then!

The four of you stagger to the lift down into the ready room, exhausted and partially broken. You all give each other your own farewells and are instructed to each individually enter a pod so that you all may be returned. The technology was alien, but It didn't take you long to figure out where you were going to end up.

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>>179329

You awake in your bed to the sound of one of your authentic model trains derailing. Not only do you love collecting these things, you also find the sound of them soothing, and often use them as sleep aides despite that being very irresponsible.

You switch the model train set off, an glance at the clock.

It's about time for you to start getting ready for work.

>>179342
We should probably take a look at our back and make sure that the wound isn't still there.

>>179329
>>179342
hopefully we dont come out with our bodies swapped with a monster or something. We might want to try and contact paul if we even know where he is at. We also might want to talk about this with our psychiatrist.

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>>179471
>>179565


You examine yourself in the mirror, remembering the somewhat terrifying dream you had last night; Fortunately, it would seem as if that had been a dream and nothing more. Enough worrying about silly things that don't exist, you'll tell your psychiatrist all about it after work; For now, you need to get ready for an exhilarating day of going door-to-door handing out AC pamphlets.

>>179585
well i gess its time for you to fix up some breakfust, brush your teeth and get ready for the hardest part of your day ... taking a shower.

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>>179649

You head down stairs and begin your expedition for some food to sustain your through your day in the hot summer sun.

Already at the table, your grandfather finishes up his breakfast and gives you a half wave.

"Time for work, eh?" he calls out, following your movements as you buzz about the kitchen.

"Today is the day you pay rent. Do you have the money? " He asks, as you continue to fix yourself a meal.

"I will when I get paid," You respond, focused on getting yourself fed as fast as possible to give you more time for a shower.

"You already got paid," He remarks "You spent it on those... trains."

You stop what you're doing, sensing the disdain in your grandfather's voice, "My psychiatrist thinks it's good for me to have a hobby like that. It's --"

"This is the real world, girl. Most important thing is making your payments on time... Then you can play with your trains, but money comes first."

You choke down your breakfast -- few pieces of toast with jam -- and head up stairs briefly pausing.

"You'll get the money," You cock your head down, your eyes dart around barely containing your frustration as you march up the stairs and into the bathroom.

You angrily begin to equip your heavy duty gloves and your bath brush. Lastly you angrily tie your blindfold around your head. and fumble around the bathroom almost falling head first into the tub which you respond to with an exhausted groan.

After your lengthy shower, you begin to put on your work clothes, trying to form the sales pitch for these "Maslen AC units" Feel the breeze!. It can't be too stiff; you need to be smooth enough to get signatures which amount to around $20 for each one... Your grandfather is only asking for $300 which means you need 15 signatures, so you really need to be on top of your game today.

>>179806
maybe you should refine your sale technique before heading out.

>>179342
Maybe you can pick up a second job to make ends meet?

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>>179863
>>179953

Despite your frustration with earning money, you're somewhat reluctant to begin another job. Maybe it's self-doubt crippling your ability to work, but even the thought of starting something else fills you with nauseating anxiety. You're sure your grandpa would just label it laziness, and maybe it is, but even just this job gives you the feeling of having your head just above water.

You begin to recite a sales pitch given to you by your friend at work.

"Good afternoon! We're conducting a survey on the quality of your air condint -- conditioner" You fumble over your words even within the presence of yourself. You briefly recall the dream you had last night and how it was -- despite being very scary -- strangely empowering; It fills you with a tiny bit of courage as you attempt your pitch again.

"Good Afternoon! We're conducting a survey on the quality of your air conditioner. I don't know if you realize, but a clean, pure air conditioner can lead to a happy and fulfilled life." You carefully examine your faux smile, and make mental tweeks so that you don't look so sad and desperate.

>>179981
Sounds good, better get started early in order to get more people to sign.

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>>180148

You head out front where your co-worker Bradley is waiting.

Bradley is the type of person who wears a nose ring to work, but painstakingly removes it before actually talking to anyone; Then he puts it back in afterwards in an act of defiance that doesn't really defy anyone. Still, you have a lot of respect for him, and despite being way past done with training, he still makes it a point to go with you. You often wonder if he's the only reason you still have this job.

"Ready Laur?" he asks, as you enter the car.

"Yeah," You reply.

The car pulls away as you head towards a noticeably brighter, cookie cutter neighborhood.

"I need to get a lot of signatures today."

"Oh? How many"

"Fifteen."

"Hoo damn, Fire in your blood today! That's what I'm talkin' about Laur. Gotta aim high."

"I need it to pay rent"

"Ooh..." His tone drastically shifts, "Well - uh - let's see what we can do."

You arrive at your first house, Bradley waits in his car as you stroll carefully up to the door. The door opens revealing a little girl with a somewhat clueless look on her face.

>>180266
ask if her parents are home

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>>180378

You ask her if her parents are home, the little girl continues to stand there, unresponsive. You see a man approaching from inside the house and begin to feel relieved -- you've always felt somewhat awkward around kids.

"Ah, Good Afternoon, Sir! I --" The man quickly scoots the young girl back into the house and gives you an angry look as he slams the door on your face.

Frustrated, you walk back to the car.

"Psh. Guy, looked like a tool. he doesn't deserve a happy and fulfilled life"

"They just don't get it Laur, We've got the key to happiness right here and they treat us like the plague."

You sit in silence, mentally licking your wounds, preparing yourself for the next house.

"Well, joke's gonna be on them when they get the plague from breathing dirty air."

Bradley chuckles to himself, "See, you gotta sell it like that."

"I don't think I can tell them they're going to get the plague if they don't buy a unit."

"Why not? You can't do this job without bending the truth."

"I think that's a little more than bending it... How does this thing even purify the air anyway?"

"It releases a tiny scent that smells fresh"

"So it doesn't actually do anything?"

"Nope -- actually the state of California recognizes a chemical in the scent to cause cancer."

"So... 'Don't get the plague -- get cancer'?"

"Yeah, now you're getting it."

You pull up to another house and ring the doorbell. This time an actual adult answers the door, and they don't seem to want to close the door on your face right away.

>>180511
well i dont think that cancer angle works considering we presumably live in some german speaking place rather than california. But try again, try to work in something about a hot summer coming up and global warming and shit.

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>>180623

"Good Afternoon Sir," you start "are you aware that your current Air Conditioning unit may be harming the environment."

The middle aged gentleman ponders your words, "Yeah?" The middle aged man's expression reads of someone generally disturbed by a revelation; You continue...

"Oh absolutely,especially with the use your unit will receive this coming summer -- we're talking about record heat! And not only are you harming the environment, you're also putting you and your family at risk of all sorts of dangerous chemicals in the air that normal Air Conditioners would not be able to filter."

The man scratches his chin "What kind of chemicals?"

A thought manifests in your mind and passes itself straight through and out of your mouth as you struggle to grab hold of it, "Cancer... causing... chemicals."

"Cancer?" The old man asks, skeptically.

"Yeah - uh - scientists discovered all sorts of - uh - Cancer just... Floating around."

"What Scientests?"

"Only the best from... Sweden," you state, gulping as to keep the truth deep down inside of your stomach.

"Ah," the man ponders, "Well i don't want any of that in my house."

"Good! Just sign here and --"

"How long have you been doing this job?"

"Uh, about one month, sir."

The man furrows his brow, "Why?"

>>180705
It's honest (subjectively) work, and we need the money. We aren't exactly in a position to be picky about what we do either, so we take what we can get.

>>180705
Because our life is fettered with a gauntlet of obstacles, more so than the average person, and more money is pretty much the only way to allow us to live the lifestyle we have. So we got an easy job that has long hours just so that we can keep our mind off of the many trials we have to go through in life. Plus it gets us money, which is always nice.

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>>180745
>>180760

"It's just... It's a job, and I needed one. I'm not really in a position to be very picky."

The man snorts, "You don't have to be picky, you just have to have some standards."

"For example, Anything other than being a nuisance and bothering people in their homes."

"I..."

"Do you have problems? Are you retarded?"

You feel something like swarm of wasps erupting from your heart and invading your stomach, "What?"

"You heard me, I've told you and your buddies countless times not to bother me, and yet you keep doing just that. I have to wonder what exactly it will take for me to get the message through."

"So I'm going to put it nice and slow for you, so you can understand."

The man shoves you away from his doorway causing you to fall backwards.

"Stop calling me. Stop coming to my house, and stop living," He slams the door.

You slowly stand up, brush the dirt off of your skirt, and head back to the car.

"I think I'm quitting," you declare monotonously, masking the surge of emotions rushing throughout your body.

"What the fuck is his problem? What did he say?"

"I'm done. Let's go," You reply, sighing.

Bradley hesitates, looking frantically between you and the man's house. He angrily grunts, and starts to get out of the car.

>>180784

(Going to stop for now. Will continue tomorrow some time in the afternoon probably around 4 PM CST. Need to get some sleep for now.)

>>180803
It's good to finally have a qm on the same side of the country as me.

>>171393
>extra beige
my god

>>181274
We are headed towards towards uncharted levels of frumpiness.

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>>180784

You say nothing, absorbed in your own panic attack as Bradley walks purposefully towards the angry man's door; He knocks violently.

The door is practically thrown open, "Hey man, why did you push her like that?" Bradley asks, anger in his tone.

"You need to apologize --" The middle aged man pulls an umbrella from beside his door and strikes Bradley square in the head with the wooden handle. The sudden violence makes you snap to your senses.

>>182114
Well that escalated quickly, time to call the police and have them handle this.

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>>182444

The next few hours fly by in a montage of questions from police, an anxiety filled car ride, and patiently waiting in a hospital waiting room.

Finally you're greeted with a battered and bruised Bradley sporting a few new piercings.

"Malacca," He says pointing to his forehead.

>"What?"

"The handle -- swoop -- straight to the head."

>"...Sorry about that."

"Not your fault, besides, it actually goes pretty well with my nose stud.

"Police said I was lucky he didn't shoot me. The guy had a gun right there too."

"I guess a lot of people keep their guns next to their umbrellas these days."

The two of you stand there in silence, basking in the aftermath of quite the eventful day for door-to-door sales people.

"I guess I'll take you home then."

>"Thanks."

The two of you pile back into Bradley's car, the daylight now stolen away by the moon, and its luminous band of stars beginning to creep across the sky. After a silent car ride, you arrive back at your grandfather's house, you silently open the car door, and disembark.

After you shut the car door, Bradley pokes his head out of the passenger window, "Hey Laur, if you get the boot and have trouble finding a place, let me know. Okay?"

>"Right..." You reply, heading towards the front door.

Each step feels as if you're wading through tar, your path guided by the residual halogen light from inside passing through the dark blue hue cast by the last fleeting moments of sunlight.

As soon as you walk into the house, your grandfather greets you,

"How was therapy?"

How old are we? Have we completed college or university? If so, what degree?

>>182874

>19

>Nope

>Nada

>>182934
We need to get a degree, and a real job.

>>182691
apologise.
apologise for not being able to get the money.
apologise for not being able to pay rent.
apologise for not being able to work at a good job.
apologise for having to waste your money on useless hobbies.
apologise for being a nuisance to everyone around you.
apologise for crying

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>>182988

You stand there petrified, you swallow your emotions and begin to speak, "I'm sorry -- I -- I don't have the money."

"I'm sorry I wasted money on those trains... I'm sorry I'm a nuisance, and that I can't make myself do things like other people."

Your grandfather stands there, emotionless, "Hm," he responds, and walks into the other room paying no attention to you.

You trudge up the stairs, and into your room. You want to cry, but the tears won't come, you pray for the tears to come -- pray to a fair and just god, but they still don't come.

Thoughts race through your head, >>182952
questions and aspirations become impossible goals by self imposed, arbitrary mental restrictions, >>182874 and they hurt to think about. It causes you to laugh at yourself, and how melodramatic you can make the simplest tasks, like taking a shower.

As you dismantle your train set and throw everything into bags unable to stand looking at it any longer, you figure this is all your punishment from the very god you pray to. It serves you right for being a freeloader, but for some reason knowing the fact doesn't help you emerge from the situation.

Before you head off to bed, you pray one last time. You briefly recall your vivid dream, and the feelings it stirred inside you; So you sink so low as to pray for a fantasy, and even more so, for that fantasy to be real, because no matter the outcome, the internal pain you're feeling can only be lessened.

Although, one outcome might have to happen twice now.

As you slowly drift off to sleep, the last thing you hear is the faint noise of people laughing.

Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha

You're looking forward to Sunday.

>>183261

Alright, That's it until next Sunday! It will start around the same time. Hopefully this time will let me do something more artistically with this.

>>183280
thanks for the thread OP, hopefully more people will show up next time.

It's almost Sunday! When do we start? I only found this quest yesterday... I like it so far.

>>196156

Thanks, I'm glad you like it.

It'll start around 4 PM CST on Sunday (Maybe 5 at the latest.)