>>243887
>What’s your name?
Gerardo

>>243887
Lina.

I'll give this a bit more time.

>>243923
http://pastebin.com/vJmMF73m

>>243953
can we be a monstergirl

>>243969
Sorry, no

>>243910
I'll go with this.

>>243923
Support.
>>243973
Aw

If you need a tie-breaker, I'll switch my vote to Lina.

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>>243976
>>243910

Gerardo. Right there in Arial bold across the center of the card with a forced smile to the side. Still I guess it's an improvement...

You decide to text your mom again. She’s not feeling too well and she’s got this new phone, but she can’t really work it all too well. You don’t blame her, she’s pretty oldschool and it’s hard to keep up with technology these days.

It was always just you and her. She always supported you, no matter what.

Still you know she reads them, so you let her know you’re on the way home. It's not usually much. Just a simple "im on the way" to let her know you care.

Passing through the back alley between 5th and 6th, the brightly lit Aelisto sign is suddenly dimmed. You hear brakes screeching, a door opens. The air is still and you feel yourself sweating. Something’s fucked up.

>”Hello, anybody there?”
>Turn back and head around the block.
>Pull out your phone to light the way.
>Write in.

>>244014
>>243923
>>243980
>>243993
reeeee

>>244014
Turn around and punch whoever got out of the car.

>>244020
http://pastebin.com/gBmNkW0M

I will wait a bit longer. So far >>244029 is the only vote.

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>>244029
>>244096

Mood: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vYeDysZS80w&index=8

The path ahead is blocked you figure, and you feel your fight or flight senses kick in. And you're ready to fucking fight.

You're closer to the entrance than the exit, you double back and try to get out of this situation, ready to floor some motherfucker who gets in your way. What you see when you turn around: A truck, similar to one you made out at the far end has blocked your path back.

You don’t recognize the driver, but you know where this is going. Someone's already gotten out of the car and slams the door. Without asking questions you let a punch fly!

IT’S DO OR DIE. FIGHT.

(Roll 1d20 + 1(Courage) vs. DC 12 for the fist to hit it's mark.)

>>244170

(I'm taking best from 3)

Rolled 18 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>244170

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>>244216
A success!

You fist sails straight forward, catching the large, bald man straight in the jaw. He takes a step back, spits blood to the side. He's fucking mad, but shaken.

From behind, you hear the sounds of what can only be two more guys. You stand at a resounding 5'10" but the man you just decked seems monstrous by comparison.

Looking back just in time you see the two men charging you. One is armed with a bat, but ti's so hard to see in the dim alley lights.

The sound of the bat cutting through the air! It comes at you and you hear it late.

ROLL FOR DODGE.

(Roll 1d20 vs. D.C. 16 for evasion)

OR

BRACE YOURSELF FOR THE BLOW

(Roll 1d20 + 1(Courage))

Dodging will mean you take no damage, but is harder. Bracing for impact and taking it on the chin is a safer option, but will still pack a wallop.

>>244267
Brace and counter with a body blow, that's how a man does it!

>>244287
crap, don't know if i remember how dice works

Rolled 1 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>244295
shit, third times the charm

>>244287
>>244295

Go ahead and roll. If that's the result, I'll factor the rolls.

1d20 in options field.

>>244300

Good thing it's best of 3!

The bat continues it's path. You feel as if you see it flying at you in slow motion. You hear your heart beating faster.

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>>244301
>>244300
uh, yeah...

Rolled 17 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

Hopefully I can do better.

>>244385
Hey there you go.

But, as this is a defense, if someone wants to go for a third roll, you could potentially mitigate more damage.

Rolled 18 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>244390

>>244484
>>244385
>>244300

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5bf-EGuMfag

You brace yourself for impact! A swing blow, aimed for your ribs comes in fast from behind you. A drop of your elbow to your side and a shift of your feet lets you minimize the impact, but the bat has shattered your confidence and part of your arm. That fucking hurts.

Your arm feels tingly and sore. You feel the bruising beginning and your phone drops from your hand. Adrenaline takes over and you see it on the ground, illuminating, cracked screen. You see another guy rushing you fast. The first guy you hit is in the back behind the armed guy. The third party rushing you is a bit away still. He was the driver of the car up ahead.

Shit's hitting the fan.

>Try your best to grab your phone.
>Scramble, let's get the fuck out of here.
>Aggressive (specify who and how you hit)
>Defensive (how, evasion or bracing)
>Write in

There are THREE enemies. One hit (Guy1), on who just swung (Guy2), guy running at you (Guy3).

>>244995
Thanks to the posting server going down, after this decision vote and resolution, I'll leave something to vote on and pick up tomorrow.

>>244995
Let's try and knock out the armed guy first with an uppercut.

>>244995
heh

>>244995
>punch Guy2 in the throat, step on his feet and elbow his face, then we try to take his bat

>>246005
>>246049

I'm back! Following up very soon. Stay tuned.

The man with the bat who just connected on your arm recoils from the shot he just placed. You focus yourself away from your phone and other distractions and get ready to level this fucker to the ground. He’s still rebounding as sweat collects on his tanktop.

A swing with your offhand would be about as weak as your main arm post-hit.Your confidence is at an all time low, struggling to recover from the mental situation. You stumble into the following uppercut, shaken but ready to rock. The intent is to disarm and use that bat, and you better make it count, as the first guy you hit is just about tired of your shit. And his friend running at you can’t be too pleased.

A door slams in the distance.

---

>ROLL FOR IMPACT:

1d20 - 1 (Injury) vs. 12 DC (to hit)

>THEN TO TAKE THE BAT/DISARM:

1d20 + 1 vs. 17

>BEST OF 2 ROLLS.

Rolled 10, 13 = 23 (2d20)

>>246913
Be like Haggar!

Rolled 19, 14 = 33 (2d20)

>>246913

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>>247053
>>247094

THEME: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CJYT8UjYl64

Shifting your weight naturally, you lean into a strong-armed furious uppercut. The crunch of his jaw cracks mutely. Your arm buckles on impact, but your fist is driven further.

He screams loudly, mouth full of blood, clearly having bit his tongue thanks to the punch. He is knocked back, hand over his mouth, he rolls around on the hard concrete, the bat is released and lands on the pavement with a clink.

The man rolling around, screaming, shocks the shit out of the others, stunning them.

The bat rolls along the ground with a low jingle. It stops near your phone. You dive for the bat and phone, driven by your fear and adrenaline. A foot from above comes down from above from the man running previously.

"You know what you owe us you fucking PUNK." His leg raised, you feel the air rushing past and the impact is soon to follow.

You hear someone running toward you in the distance.

>Roll out of the way entirely and don't go for the phone/bat (easy dodge)
>Dodge the attack, but stay steadfast and grab that fucking bat/phone (hard dodge)
>Flex your wrist and hope it doesn't get crushed. (brace)
>Write in

Please take time to think about what is worth going for and how much you're willing to PUT ON THE LINE.

>>247320
>Dodge the attack go for bat/phone
hard is fun

>>247447
Gonna wait a bit longer!

>>247552
you do that

>>247447
>>247567

Alright. You see the boot coming down fast. You extend your arm, still injured, but determined to grab a bit of safety.

IT'S DO OR DIE. HERE WE GO.

>Roll 1d20

>BEST OF 2

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>247718
'eeere we gooo
take me down to the boothell city

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>247718

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>247718

>>247739
>>247871

Writing...

Sorry it's taking forever! Had to respond to something

>>247871
>>247739

You try your best and maneuver your arm around the impending heel of the man who clearly wants something from you. The leather sole menacing and speedy as it makes it's way to the cold flat ground. Still the illumination of your phone and the bat with your name on it are too much to pass up.

"FUCK AHHHHH."

The heel hit its mark. You thought your arm felt bad before? Your arm feels like glass, freshly shattered now. You palm outstretches and a shot of intense pain hits you hard. You try to recoil your arm, but you are pinned.

"Yeah that's right. That's how WE FUCKIN FELT." You recognize that tone.

El Desmadre.

"AHHHHH SHIT. Shit shit shit. Look I'm just trying to clean up m- AHHHHHHHH"

He digs his heel into your arm further.

"The Don did something very similar to me. I'm gonna make you feel the same way, and you're gonna pay up one way or another."

(Continued on next post...)

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Mood: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NOSIm79iXzM&index=9

Back before you had this shitty construction job, shit wasn't going so hot. You had to support two mouths and it was just you making it happen. College sounded less than ideal and the kind of money your friends were making was a little crazy. You listened to them. Probably for too long.

You tried to leave that part of your life behind, but yet here we are, just shy of a year from the time you got away from that lifestyle. El Desmadre was a nightmare to be forgotten, and the Don was a face best not remembered.

"I JUST NEED A LITTLE MORE TIME. AHHH"

It's like a vice grip.

You hear a muffled shouting sound.

What was that sound from earlier?

You look up to see the gangsters run away.

Why? What was that slamming.

You feel tired and almost give in when

"HEY. Dickhead. Wakey wakey? Man you fuckin' suck."

In your view arrives a cane. You're really not in much position to muster a reply, so a low pitch "unnnhhh" is the best you can do.

"Always with you fucking lowlifes outside my goddamn gym. You piece of shit..."

The man currently adding insult to injury pauses for a moment.

"Sheesh. That arm looks a little fucked.

Hey moron!"

He prods you with his cane, clearly both annoyed and sympathetic. Like a lost puppy just shat on his rug. He wants you gone, but feels sorry probably.

He decided to prod you in a place that'll wake you up for good. One touch to your arm and

"AHHHHHHH FUCK FUCK."

"Oh so your name is Fuck Fuck? Good to meet you, Mr. Fuck."

"Fuck off, I just had to fight for my life and here you are aaaAAAHH."

Your arm recoils as feeling comes back to you and you attempt to make a fist.

"Now don't try to move that arm of yours mister Fuck."

He helps you to your feet, putting your left arm around him and propping you up against the wall.

>"Who the fuck are you?"
>"A gym?"
>"These guys come around here a lot?"
>Write in

>>248260
>"These guys come around here a lot?"

Kind of hoping for a bit more input.

>>248260
>>Write in
Where am I?

>>249135
>>248306

Writing...

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>>248306
>>249135

"These guys bother you a lot? And where am I? Shit."

"All sorts of fucking lowlifes try and bother me. They learn quick."

You give the man a puzzled look. The trucks pulled away and standing under the streetlight, you can see this man stands about the same height as you, probably in his upper 30s lower 40s. He's wearing sweatpants, a sweatshirt, and an amused expression on his face.

Jet black hair and signs of wrinkles just beginning, he seems confident.

"They used to not run! AAAAAhahahah"

A slight chuckle escapes you, chest hurting a bit from the dive to the ground earlier.

He goes on

"You're saying you don't know where you are? What are you, fucking stupid or you just got some brain cells knocked loose?"

You throw him a look that perfectly encapsulates the fact that you've both been fucked up and probably don't have time for this.

Wait. TIME!

"Fuck, yo what time is it right now?"

The man pulls out his phone from his sweatpants and-

"Wait fuck. FUCK."

You run back to the site, feeling every step of the way harshly. Aching, you bend down and pick up your phone, next to the bat the gang members left.

You phone's got a huge crack across the screen, but still functions. [Spoiler image.]

"Fuck..."

You simply sigh and slide down the wall.

The older man walks up to you.

"Hey kid, it's getting late. You're on the southeast side of Chiford. Don't you live here?"

You nod.

(Continued in next post.)

I love you OP

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"Close by?" he asks.

"Across the city in the Northwest."

"Shit."

Your mom is probably worried sick. She'd say that a lot. Worried sick.

"Those guys hassling you for cash?"

You stay silent.

"How much?"

"Twenty grand."

"Damn! That blows."

You're not sure why you told him. He seems trustworthy, and he did save your ass, but he strikes you as an asshole a little.

"Now kid, I'm gonna let you in on two things right now. One, you suck. Like holy shit. I've never seen someone swing so bad in my whole life, and my aunt was a boxer."

You've never really been one for fighting unless you had to. Being the only man in the house means sticking up for yourself and teaching yourself this shit. Someone picked on you, you either outsmarted or outfought him, but you usually didn't have to that often.

"Second, I run a gym across the street. I take lowlife scum like you and whip them into shape. And I got something you're gonna want to see."

He hands you a flyer showing his top fighter and he's having a show match. The trick is any man can step in the ring and try to best him. The prize?

$5,000

"Fuck, that's more than I make in a month."

"You think you got what it takes to prove me wrong? I'll make it a signed fight right here and now, but there's a catch."

"Spit it out."

"You lose, you scrub the floors of my gym. for a month. What do you say?"

>I'm in.
>Let me think about it.
>Wait, why me?
>Who are you even? What's with the cane?
>Write in.

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>>249704

you too dude.

*****

Anyway, that's it for the night. I'll be back tomorrow afternoon to see the results and continue. See you here around 4 PM EST probably. I'm also in the /qst/gen discord.

>>249809
>I'm in
seems the most plot advance relevant one
train ridicously at home to get dice modifiers

>>249809
>>Who are you even? What's with the cane?
We could use a little background on this guy if
we're gonna trust him with this kinda stuff.
Also >>250101

>>250101
>>250866

Writing!

May be a tad slow to push out.

>>251395
Take your time

>>250866
>>250101

"Alright alright, I'm in. But first I gotta know who you are. You some guardian angel?"

You extend your operational left hand in a slow verticle sweeping motion, as if scanning him and sizing him up.

He chuckles and pauses, looking away and taking a quick, deep breath.

"I go by Poole. You?"

"Gerardo."

"I'll call you Jerry. I knew a Jerry once. Real nice guy. He used to be a lowlife too. We both were."

You consider how you just got injured on the streets, but yet you're being called a lowlife. Not your night at all tonight.

Poole goes on. "Long time ago we caused a bunch of trouble. Used to run around and fuck with people, but it was always because we were young and dumb. Didn't want to hurt nobody. Shit changed as we grew up and saw the world differently. I got wise fast when my coach, rest in peace, taught me everything I knew. I thought that boxing was for pussies, that those gloves they wore softened the blows to their fragile fuckin faces. But I couldn't have been more wrong. The gloves just protect the fists. That's it."

He catches himself rambling.

"Bottom line, I used to be a street rat, but I've been trying to make right for years now. This city is my home.

So yeah, Jerry, I'll sign you on. The fight's in a week. You're welcome to train in my gym, but I'm gonna expect the same work ethic out of you that I expect from everyone that sets foot in my gym. That's if you can handle it."

"I'll be at the fight for sure. Count on it."

(Cont...)

>>252032

"Also, your arm looks a little fucked up there. You want me to help you out?"

>"Nah I'm good thanks." (Head back home via train)
>"I could use some patching up probably."
>"Can I make a phone call?"
>Write in

>>252043
>>"I could use some patching up probably."
Might as well stay and convalesce here for a bit.

>>252113
this

>>252043
>"I could use some patching up probably."
Because having a bum arm in a fight isn't a bad idea, right?

>>252499
>>252137
>>252113

Writing!

Sorry for taking so damn long. Been very busy. But no excuses, STORY GOES ON.

>>252614
You sure do write a lot OP. I hope you do a good job.

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>>252043
>>252113
>>252137
>>252499
>>252614

"I could use some patching up probably. Don't know what's worse between my arm or my pride."

"I know the feeling. Come on."

He sounds begrudging, but in a joking way.

You head into the gym through a squeaky old wooden door that you imagine is older than you. The building itself is through an inconspicuous doorway into a two story There's a few back rooms scattered along the wall to the left, two rings one large and one small.

Walking through the empty floor, bobbing and weaving through benches with the wear and tear of tools tested through ages. The weights are rusted, tarnished, and experienced. The lighting overhead are classic, hanging, beaming lights, caged over the head.

The floor creaks and you wonder what is beneath you both. Fades fast as you hear Poole guide you into his office.

Inside his office, a leathery aroma hits you with shined and polished trophies and medals adorning the walls, a stack of newspapers on the desk, and a couch on one side as well as a vintage green shaded desk lamp. The desk chair behind it looks freshly kept. The man doesn't sit often, or he's into antiques. Respect either way.

He pulls out a large tin case with a faded red cross across the top.

"Shut the door will ya?"

No one was there, but whatever.

He applies cleans any ope wound, bandaging and splinting after. This is done mostly in silence.

>"Shit, you got a phone?"
>"How long's this gonna take to heal?"
>Write in
>Write in

>>253151
>>"How long's this gonna take to heal?"
Of all the things the mob had to hurt, it was our arm. How we gonna make money now?

>>253075

*****

Thanks. I feel really lazy, though I'm trying to keep it up. Thank you ALL for bearing with me.

Still going for now!

>>253151

>"How long's this gonna take to heal?"

>>253163
It's fine so long as you post and check your work. Consistent posts are what keep quests afloat.

>>253156
>>253169

"Yo Poole, how long's this gonna take to heal up?"

"Oh, maybe a few days. Don't be such a pussy."

"Hey, c'mon. This is the money maker!"

You jokingly flex your right arm, showing you'd like to be ready to rumble sooner than later.

"Sure sure, we'll see. So yeah you should be all good. I mean, save for the whole being-shit-at-fighting thing. You think you'll get jumped again tonight?"

"Nah I'll just take the metro. Shouldn't take that long to get back, and saving money is not exactly highest priority given my... situation."

"Yeah you got your ass beat, but it coulda been a lot worse."

He's not wrong. You could have been beaten way worse. But you felt something come over you when you fought, like everything slowed down and the fight flowed. You've never fought that naturally.

YOU HAVE GAINED 1 COUNTER CROSS

(The use of these will be explained, but only during next combat.)

"Yeah... yeah. Thank you so much, Poole. Really appreciate it."

You stand up from the couch with a creak, your weight back on the floorboards. Walking back towards the entrance, you find a clock hanging over the doorway. It's been almost two hours since you got off shift and about one hour since telling your mom you'd be home soon. Shit.

"Don't mention it, kid. I knew you'd be worth helping. You didn't run when I slammed the door out front! AAAAAAhahaha"

You laugh, wave as you exit, and close the door softly.

Heading out the door, you think about Chiford.

(Cont...)

>>253351

THIS IS AN OPPORTUNITY TO ASK ABOUT THE CITY.

You've been living here for years, but trying to get a map of this place is hard, given you mostly stayed on the Northwest side.

(I'm gonna draft a map and show locations you know that we've touched on. While I'm doing that, Gerardo's on the train, and you can ask me a few questions about the area and anything I can answer, I'll try to the best of my abilities. You can also ask about characters, but this is mostly an area thing, so as to familiarize yourself with the world, if not only briefly.)

"Tickets please."

The metal on metal of the tracks.

The puncher eats a whole in your stub.

>>253362
So, how bad off is Chiford? Is it just your standard shithole population center or something?

>>253362
What did we do to need thirty grand?

>>253377
*twenty grand fuck.

>>253371

It's a pretty diverse area, and the southeast is an older area, as well as one that historically has the most gang violence. Other areas are better typically.

>>253377
>>253393

Gerardo got into some nasty shit with El Desmadre thanks to his friend from school. Some residual debts caught up to him a long time coming. That's about as specific as I can get for now. Suffice to say he's a victim of wanting to make sure he and his mom were well off.

>>253362
How rich is the city? How much sweet bennies can you get from the government? What's the current year?

>>253399
Do we have access to cable/internet at home? Also a decent amount of food?

>>253399
How well does Gerardo know his family? How does he feel now about the taking and repaying of loans?

>>253405
It's very diverse in that there are a lot of income types, though overall the city is average and middle class.

Government hasn't given you shit.

It's somewhen around now-ish.

>>253411

You're not really starving. No matter what you find ways to make ends meet.

>>253443

Probably can't answer that all too easily.

*****

The train's only a few stops away.

>>253483
How's Gerardo's mother doing anyhow? What's her deal?

>>253483
If we do ace this thing and pay off our not-so-nice friends, are we gonna still wanna be a boxer? Are we dreaming of something bigger than this?

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Here's what's been taking me so long!

>>253511

You start wondering how your mother's doing right now and what her deal is...

You arrive at the station on the north side of town, exit the cacophonous station and start walking through the empty streets of Cherry Oak. This street hasn't been paved in about a year plus now. It still holds up fine.

You make your way to your house, fish out your key, slowly creak open the door, and notice the lights are off. Probably for the better that your mom is getting some rest.

You've had a long day and she does NOT need to see your arm like it is. She'll probably be mad concerned in the morning.

You have a history of protecting your mom from the truth, but hiding this might be hard.

You creep up the stairs to your mom's room and see that she's fast asleep, snoring like a John Deere.

"Gerardo, come here..."

Shit.

"Hey ma, sorry I'm s-"

"How was your day, son?"

Oh.

"It was fine. Just fine."

**punch**

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*****

WILL GERARDO PERSEVERE?

WILL HIS ARM HEAL IN TIME FOR THE FIGHT?

IS THIS THE LAST OF EL DESMADRE?

WHAT THE FUCK IS A COUNTER CROSS?

TUNE IN NEXT TIME

*****

I'm calling it here for now. If this thread is still up, rad. I'll use it. Otherwise I'll make a new one. I'm thinking Tuesday?

Try this. http://www.worldtimebuddy.com/?qm=1&lid=5128581,2643743,5809844&h=5128581&date=2016-6-14&sln=15-24

Feel free to us the rest of the thread for more questions and talk among yourselves in terms of planning for what to do in the game itself. I'll check this periodically while prepping for the next session.

Also, how'd I do?

>>253752
You did pretty good. you could have been a bit faster with your writing, but than again who couldn't.
Besides that, so far so good.

>>253752
im thinking hajime no ippo after reading all the posts, preddy gud except you could specify the min rolls for success

>>253939

Thanks. I will definitely work on that.

>>254042

That was a vibe I was aiming for in a way. Thank you so much. And I only held that info back once. The next thread will feature system notes and what is going on properly in combat.

>>255505
So I'm just curious? What kinda boxer are we gonna be as the story goes on? Do you have a set archetype in mind or is that gonna be decided as we go and grow?

>>255607

Leaving a lot of that up to the players.

Here is the story so far for those who want to catch up. Will update this as a running tab.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1ihgM5JQqEToqyDOARY6qDJ7oIk9RrBTDexQbZokJBNQ/edit?usp=sharing

>>258206

Here we go again!