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It's another morning of blazing sun in Heat City, one that finds you in your usual morning routine these days: sitting on Ken's couch with your broken leg propped up on a footstool, drinking coffee mixed with whiskey and watching cartoons on the old television. Sunlight filters in through the window shutters, dust dancing in the beams.

"We need Zaltron!" pleads a multi-eyed alien on a video screen. "The Evil Sorcerer's forces are attacking!'

"But our leader is injured!" cries the pink ranger. "We can't form Zaltron without him!"

"What should we do?" wails the green ranger.

The black ranger points into the air dramatically. "We'll have to do our best without him!"

"That's right!" announces the blue ranger, taking an action stance. "Even though we can't combine to form Zaltron, we still have our own robots. Now let's get out there and help those people!"

"Okay!" "Let's do it!" The group poses together. "GOOOOO ZALTRON!"

You take a sip of your coffee and whiskey. You're not sure why you watch this show. Maybe it's because your only other options for morning TV are game shows, soap operas, and talk shows.

The heist crew has given you a few days to recover from your ordeal, but it's about time you got back into the swing of things. It'll be in a few weeks before you're in any kind of shape to fight someone, but you've got to take stock of your finances and start planning your next moves.

You can't shake your drive to know what's behind this. All this stuff you've got caught up in. The Bratva's betrayal. The attacks by Black Spear. The Triads' lockdown on the Z trade. The Yakuza severing their ties with Catherine. It's all connected. They're all pieces in someone's game. You want to know who the players are.

Your Ambition: Discovery gives you +1 to rolls on perception or investigation, and will unlock certain choices. However, it may also result in complications arising from your heedless pursuit of your goal.

The first thing, you figure, is to decide who else you're going to get involved in this. If anyone.

>Call a "team meeting" and ask for the crew's help.
>Talk to Alex. You're not sure about the others, but you can rely on her.
>Talk to Catherine. She has resources you might need.
>Say nothing to them. Walk the path alone, for now.

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>>1103180
>Call a "team meeting" and ask for the crew's help.
Need the lads

Evening Raven, hows it going?

>>1103200
Pretty good anon, ready to quest.

You call together the lads. The crew starts to reconvene in Ken's living room, just like when you planned the heist in the first place.
Alex looks tough as usual with her aviator and ballcap on, but she cracks a smile when she sees you hobbling around on your cast. Nick arrives with Ryuji, expounding on the virtues of hot dogs, a "true American food" -- the thief seems to have made it a mission to educate his young Japanese friend about the wonders of American culture. Ken comes in from his garage in work clothes, wiping off engine grease from his hands. Zero comes in person this time, arriving on a weathered, engine-popping scooter. And also --

"What," asks Alex. "Is she doing here?"

Roxie grins at her. "Not happy to see me, Shades?"

You say to Alex ...

>Roxie saved my life in that laboratory. I owe her.
>She's fun. I like her.
>She knows how to fight. She'll be useful.
>Actually, I didn't call her, she just kind of showed up ...

>>1103397
>>Roxie saved my life in that laboratory. I owe her.
and
>>She knows how to fight. She'll be useful.

>>1103397
Holy shit, you're back. I was wondering when you'd start up again.

>Roxie saved my life in that laboratory. I owe her.
>That, and since she herself was captured by those pricks, I figure she might have some clues regarding where to start.

Also, I hate to break it to you, but you forgot to put up number 15 on sup/tg/.

>>1103660
Yeah, I realized that earlier this evening. RIP. At least it was a side-quest section, not super relevant to the story. Anyone who wants to read Nick and Ken's Excellent Adventure, you can find it here for a bit: https://archive.b-stats.org/qst/thread/1042078

>>1103487
>>1103660

"Roxie saved my life back in that crazy Triad laboratory," you say to Alex. "I owe her one. She know how to fight, and since she was in the lab with me, maybe she knows something about where to start with the Triads. She'll be useful."

"Just make sure she stays under control," says Alex. "Keep her on a tight leash."

"What was that, bitch?" says Roxie, stepping forward and leaning down into Alex's face. Neither of them flinch. "Did you want to settle this on the front porch right now? I'll turn your skull into a fucking pissbucket--"

"Easy, ladies," you say, stepping into the middle and pushing them apart. "Try to at least keep from killing each other until you leave. So you won't bleed on Ken's carpet. Let's respect the man's hospitality."

You go to the living room. Nick is saying to Zero, "I see you didn't bring your new girlfriend. Too sore to walk, eh? Ehhh?"

"S-she's not my girlfriend," says Zero, turning red. "She's my rival, dammit."

"Whatever you say, champ. You should have seen this guy," Nick says, turning to Ryuji. "Him and this pink-haired chick, they saw each other for the first time, and they were like--" He makes a lewd gesture with his fingers. "You know what I'm saying? Yeah, you know what I'm saying."

"ばかやろう," says Ryuji.

"All right, guys," you say to the group. "Thanks for coming. As you can see, through the grace of God or the devil, I did in fact survive falling from the roof of that tower. And thanks to you all, I got out of that Triad place alive. So I guess I owe you all one."

"You would have done the same for us," says Alex. The others' body language confirms their belief in this.

"Yeah ... I guess I would have," you say, wondering if that's true.

(Continued)

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"I don't know about you guys," you say to them. "But my plan now is to go after who's behind all this. Something huge is going on in this city, and I can't just walk away from it. The Bratva, the Triads, they're just pieces in the game. I'm going to figure out who's playing, and find them."

Ken says, "And if you find them? What, then, will you do?"

>Kill them.
>Take everything from them.
>I don't know.

>>1103737
>>Take everything from them.
if we are gonna get that ranch its gonna be the best damn range in the country

>>1103737
>I don't know.
>Probably kill them in some way. Maybe steal all their shit and have their underlings tear each other apart, after which your organization could take them down.

>>1103737
>I don't know.
>Probably rob them of their possession or their life whichever comes first.

>>1103737
>>I don't know.

"I don't know," you admit. "I might kill them. I might just take all their stuff, let their underlings tear them apart. Someone else's organization can move in and pick the bones clean. Maybe even Catherine's." Something occurs to you. "Where is she, anyway?" you ask Ken. "I couldn't get a hold of her today."

"Rebuilding," he says. "The Yakuza have cut her off. It hasn't come to war yet, but it will, soon. She'll need to devote herself to being ready when that time comes. She hasn't forgotten she owes you for the docks job, if that's your concern."

"Not right now, just trying to keep track of everything. Okay." You look around the room at your crew. Two badass girls, a slippery weasel, a hacker, a ninja, and a wise old man. You're not going anywhere for a while, but you have some pretty good tools to work with from here.

Assign your crew to your investigations.

Investigations:

>Black Spear
>Bratva
>Triads
>Yakuza

Crew:

>Alex (Tough, Observant)
>Ken (Observant, Persuasive)
>Nick (Persuasive, Stealthy)
>Roxie (Tough, Persuasive)
>Ryuji (Tough, Stealthy)
>Zero (Observant, Stealthy)

>>1103876
>Ken (Observant, Persuasive) (Yakuza)
>Ryuji (Tough, Stealthy) goes with Ken
They probably still have some pull within the yakuza.
>Zero (Observant, Stealthy) (Black Spear)
>Alex (Tough, Observant) (Triads)
>Roxie (Tough, Persuasive) (Bratva)

>>1103916
this >>1103916

>>1103876
Let's do two groups of three for a week of gathering information on the first two syndicates, then another week with the same groups on the last two. We need to find out a good bit of information, and knowing which syndicates have problems with each other is a good way to instigate a crime war between them.

>Bratva
Alex
Nick
Ryuji

>Triads
Ken
Roxie
Zero

Also, did we lose our old Colt Python too? We should see Edna about getting a new pistol, anyway. Something semiautomatic.

Oh, yeah, we should also check up with Doctor Inch regarding finding someone who can analyze the syringe of Z we got in the lab, as well as ask about what the hell hydroxolene is.

>>1103941
The Bratva knew Alex had a bone to pick with them she'll be made right away. They also recognize Nick. Telling them to investigate the Bratva won't be effective.
Same goes for Roxie and Zero with the triads.

>>1103988
Fair enough, but I still recommend figuring out which groups has the biggest problem working together, as well as taking our time with the investigations.

>>1104012
Seems reasonable

"All right, here's how we're going to do this," you say. "Yamada boys, can you find out what's going out with your old crew, the Yakuza? Maybe some of your old friends can help you out."

Ken and Ryuji look at each other. Ryuji shrugs. Ken says to you, "We'll see what we can do."

"Zero, you're on Black Spear. Brute force or playing it loud isn't going to work with those guys. So I need you to do your master hacker thing and dig up some digital dirt on them. Find out how a private army could have formed within the fucking police, and who their puppet master is."

"On it," he says. "Planet status: hacked."

"Alex, the Triads will be desperate after losing all that money. Figure out what they're up to. Also see if you can find out anything about the Five Elements. Well, I guess Four Elements now, since I killed that Fire motherfucker."

"Roger," she says.

"As for you, Roxie. The Russians play hard. I need you to play hard right back at them. Find me Ivan, their boss. I want to have a little chat with him. Express my disappointment. Punch whoever you need to get to him."

Roxie thumps a fist into the other palm, grinning. "Sounds perfect. I've still got some steam I need to blow off, and I like hitting Russians."

"Is there anyone you don't like hitting?" you ask her.

"Um ..." She takes a moment to think about it. "Cats?" she says, eventually, like she's not really sure.

"Good enough," you say.

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"Nick, you know how to be subtle when it counts," you say to him. "That's not really Roxie's style. So you go with her. If she needs you to weasel your way into some place, you weasel."

Nick looks sideways at Roxie, swallows visibly. "Are you serious? Is ... is that safe? For me, I mean."

"She'll keep you safe from the Russians, no problem."

"That's really not what I meant," he says. "I meant am I safe from her?"

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Roxie throws an arm around his shoulders. "Come on, you little scaredy-cat bitch! We're going to take it to the Russians. Actually, let's go right now!" She drags him away. "I know this bar on 43rd they own, and I've wanted to punch the bartender's spleen out for years ..."

>>1104083
I ship them. I ship them so hard.. Nick and Roxie that is.

>>1104092
"Make sure you put his spleen in a ziploc bag if you're bringing that shit home, okay? Dude waters down the vodka, and I'm pretty sure he pisses in the still."

Cute couple, you think, watching Nick and Roxie head off.

Alex, Zero, and the Yamadas start talking about their assignments. You head to the kitchen to call Doc Inch.

"I know you said you couldn't analyze this Z stuff," you tell him. "But do you anyone who could?"

"What's got you so interested in this stuff, Johnny? Don't tell me you started on it?"
"Hell no. Let's just say I've got a personal interest."

"Hrrrrrrmmmmm ... guess you'd have to break into a biology lab somewhere, use some of them fancy machines. Horizon Tech HQ would have one. Sunshine University, too. Of course, you'd have no idea how to use the machine. So you'd need to get one of them biologists to do it for you."

"Right ... break into a highly secure corporate headquarters, or the largest university in the country, and take a biologist hostage to run tests. How hard could it be?"

"Just don't do anything stupid on that leg of yours, Johnny. You spent a long time walking on that thing. If you can't keep it still for four to six weeks, you could end up with permanent deformation. You already an ugly motherfucker, but it'll make chasing after someone harder. Understand?"

"I get it," you say. "I'll take it easy."

>>1104130
Alternatively we could ask Catherine about analyzing it she seemed like a well connected lady probably knows one or two people that can do it.

>>1104137
I think we could ask her to hire someone to analyze it for us, using our share of the heist's take. Problem is, we need to make it look legit enough to not spook a biologist to talk to the feds, and private enough not to have Black Spear start looking into it.

Shortly after you hang up, the phone rings. "Yamada residence," you say into it.

"Hello, Johnny. It's Catherine. My apologies for not making it to your little get together. Things are rather chaotic on my end. Suddenly having your organization severed from its patronage will do that to you."

"Do you what you gotta do," you say.

She hesitates a moment before saying, "I was most glad to hear you survived. When I heard of your fall, I assumed the worst. I regret that. It's rare that I'm happy to be proven wrong."

"Hey, I would have believed I was dead," you say. "I don't blame you."

You ask her about ...

>Hiring a gofer to run errands for you while your leg is broken.
>Hiring a biologist to analyze the Z.
>Your share of the heist money.
>The cocaine she owes you from the docks job.
>The Yakuza's plans.

>>1104164
>>Hiring a biologist to analyze the Z.
and
>The cocaine she owes you from the docks job.
id like to have an update on it

>>1104164
>Hiring a gofer to run errands for you while your leg is broken.
>Hiring a biologist to analyze the Z.
>The Yakuza's plans.

Any ideas that'll make them willing to ditch the Triads? That heist we pulled could certainly help prove to some of them that their partners are fucking up badly.

>>1104164
>Hiring a biologist to analyze the Z.
>The Yakuza's plans.
>The cocaine she owes you from the docks job. "Turns out I'll take my payment in cash can't investigate if I'm high as a kite"

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You say to Catherine, "I want to analyze this Z stuff. Find out what it's made of. Maybe that can tell us where it's coming from. Somebody is supplying the Triads with whatever mystery ingredients are used to make this shit, and I want to know who. Could you put me in touch with a biologist or a chemist something?"

"That's not exactly my domain," she says. "But I have a contact. I'll see what I can do."

"All right, that's a start, at least. How about you, how are you doing? I hear the Yakuza's breathing down your neck."

"That's one way of putting it," she says. ""Preparing to murder me and all my employees who stayed loyal," would be another. They have a new leader. Someone sent from Japan to take over for my ... for the vacancy." She doesn't say, "my father, who you killed."

"Is that a problem?"

"I've heard of this man before," she says. "He has a reputation for efficiency."

So it's a problem. "All right, well, I've asked your brother and uncle to look into it. If there's anything to find out, I'm sure they can find it. Hey, I was thinking. You remember when those boys and I did the docks job for you. I'm still owed fifty g's from that one, if you recall. We said something about payment in cocaine at the time, but if it's all the same to you, I'll just take cash. Can't get my investigations done if I'm high as a kite."

"That's a great deal more convenient for me at the moment, since my access to the drug trade is currently somewhat limited. The cash, however, I'll just put aside for you from my take of the vault."

"Okay, sounds good to me. One other thing. I'm going to have a hard time getting around for the next few weeks. Could you send me over, like ... a gofer? I could use someone just to run errands and shit."

"Hmmm ..." Catherine's voice takes on an amused note. "I think I have a candidate. I'll send them over later today."

>>1104237
Inb4 It's another waifu candidate

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>>1104237
"All right, how will I know them? And, considering how I'm out of commission in terms of fighting, are they experienced in that particular area?"

After that, wait for the guy or girl and see about driving down to Edna's for a new gun to replace the pistol we lost. Any ideas on what we should get?

I'd suggest this, but only because I've been playing too much RE4 lately

>>1104267
Maybe it's a faux-nerd 'platonic intern' ginger kid named Chuck. Complete with pocket protector and thick-rimmed glasses.

>>1104280
I loved that show

>>1104287
Considering I just pulled the description right out of my ass, and have absolutely no idea about who I am referring to, then the idea of Chuck the intern is more archetypal than I thought.

>>1104304
>Chuck

I think he means this show.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chuck_(TV_series)

>>1104304
their was a show about a nerd who got an email that brainwashed him into a super spy his name was chuck and he wore almost exactly what you said

>>1104272
I was thinking a M1911 .45

>>1104316
I do

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That afternoon, the gofers arrive.

They're ... not what you expected.

You answer an insistent knock on the front door to be greeted by two girls, clearly young teenagers. Fifteen at the oldest. They're tomboys, one in a cap carrying a baseball bat, the other in a knitted beanie. "Um ..." You say. "Are you selling girl scout cookies?"

The two girls stare at you for a few moments, then turn to look at each other.

"He's ugly, isn't he, Addy?"

"Ugly as shit, Maddy."

"Think I scraped a piece of dog shit off my shoe this morning that looked like his face, Addy."

"It's true, Maddy, it did look like his face, but Cat said--"

"I know what Cat said, okay?" The two girls shove their way past you into the living room. "We gotta do whatever this dumb fuck tells us to do."

You stare at them, puzzled. "Uhhh ..."

"Except that," the one in the beanie of says. In one smooth motion she pulls out a switchblade and flicks it open. "Try any of that and I'll cut your dick off."

"Anything else, though," says the one in the cap. She swings her bat up to rest on her shoulders. "We're runners. Adeline and Madison, at your service. Buy it or steal it, if you need something to get from one place to another, you just ask us."

"Jesus christ," you say, raising a hand to your face, recalling Catherine's amused tone. "You two are the gofers, huh? Catherine's got a real sick sense of humor. How old are you kids?"

"Eighteen," they answer simultaneously.

"Right, and I'm the King of England," you say.

"We've got driver's licenses," one of them says. "Wanna see?"

"I'm sure you do," you say. "Isn't this a little dangerous for girls your age? Shouldn't you be, I don't know, going to school or something?"

They look at each other. "School?" They start giggling, which turns into full-on laughter.

You consider phoning Catherine and asking for a replacement.

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>>1104272
How about a Browning Hi Power?
Classic looks, solid design, and decent ammo capacity.

>>1104320
And here I was hoping to go all Han Solo...

>>1104333
"Let's head on down to Edna's. Don't be disrespectful to her. She's seen more shit then the three of us combined. That, and she still knows how to fire an MG42."

>>1104333
Thanks God it's not another waifu candidate we don't need a waifu war. Or is it Raven?

>>1104351
Yeah second.

>>1104338
I guess... I was hoping for something a bit more unique, though.

That, and we likely have a Chinese made knock off of it from the lab, anyway.

How about a Beretta 92, then?

>>1104353
Sorry, that route is censored outside of Japan.

"Can you actually drive?" you ask the girls. They nod in unison. "Okay, take me over to Havanatown. Lady called Edna lives out there." You start hobbling towards the garage. "Don't be disrespectful to her. She's seen more shit then the three of us combined. That, and she still knows how to fire an MG42."

"We like her already," says one of them. You're going to have to learn to tell which one is Addy and which one is Maddy.

You spend the drive in the back with your leg propped up on the seat, listening to the two girls arguing over radio stations. "This fucking bitch is over the hill already --" "-- shut up I like it --" "--it's basically disco--" "--just kill yourself--" "-- I'll fucking cut you --"

This is your life now, apparently.

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>>1104378
>"I was hoping for something a bit more unique"
>suggests the standard issue sidearm of the armed forces at the time
But for real though, I wouldn't even be mad with a sexy as fuck 92

>>1104384
Johhy's life is now a gritty crime series that suddenly had a change of director midway and is now torn between a gritty crime drama or a comedy series.

>>1104391
Let's leave it up to the votes later

>>1104400
Whatever we pick, It'll never fill the hole that losing our Ultimax left.

You swing open the rusty gate to the jungle of grass and rusted machinery that is Edna's front yard. "Watch out for the cats," you tell the girls as you walk down the path. You bang on the wall next to the screen door, and after a minute to shuffle to the door, Edna lets you in.

"Johnny, my boy," she says, staring at nothing and smiling. She always knows who's at the door, even though she can't see more than six inches in front of her. "You bring some new friends? They ain't seem like your type."

"Hello ma'am," says one of the girls. "We hear you like to shoot machine guns,"

"Can we try?" asks the other one. "We'll be careful, promise."

"Well now, aren't you just the sweetest things," chuckles Edna. "Come on in and I'll make the three of you some tea."

The two girls sit down on the old couch and start bouncing up and down. "Stop that," you tell them. "You might set something off."

Edna potters around the kitchen setting up her kettle and teabag. "So tell me, Johnny, what adventures an' madness have you been up to since last we talked?"

"You wouldn't even believe me if I told you, Edna. One of the problems it leaves me with, though, is I lost most of my gear. I've still got an AK and that grenade launcher in a storage locker, but I lost my Ultimax and my Colt." Dammit. Saying it out loud reminds you how much it's pissing you off. You really liked both of those guns. Maybe someday you'll find some Triad asshole carrying one of them, kick his ass, and take it back.

"Anyway," you say. "I need a new pistol. Something ..."

>Something classic.
>Something powerful.
>Something modern.

>>1104405
That's because it's supposed to fill in the hole left by our missing Colt Python.

Also, should we get another revolver, just for the hell of it?

>>1104414
>Something modern
We need something reliable, easy to maintain, but still packs a punch

>>1104414
>Something classic.

>>1104414
>but I lost my Ultimax and my Colt
>lost the Colt as well
FUCK
time to get
>Something classic.

>>1104414
>>Something modern.

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>>1104424
Oh, yeah and a shoulder holster, too. Can't forget that, don't want to risk shooting our-self in the ass.

>>1104434
Might as well get a brown trench coat and a fedora to go along with that

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>>1104414
>Late again to Thug Quest

Damn it all.

>Something classic.
Also, should we look into another shotgun?

The Ithaca 37 has my vote, if that's the case.

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>>1104448
m97 a best

Rolled 3 (1d3)

>>1104424
>>1104425
>>1104448

"Something classic," you tell Edna. "I like a gun that's reliable."

"Let me see what I can find in the pile, Johnny," she says, shuffling over to the other side of the room ...

>>1104434
Meh I prefer, belt holsters myself. With Johnny he might prefer them too. While they are concealable. During situations that get up close and physical it's hard to use the opposite hand to reach over the other side to draw your weapon.

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"1911 .45," she says, shuffling back over and showing you the gun. "Gun's almost as old as I am, and G.I.s are still using it to shoot communists."

"Yeah, I had one of these back in 'Nam." You take the gun from her, feeling the familiar grip in your hand.

"You were in Vietnam?" asks one of the girls.

"Yeah. Shot a few communists myself back then, with a .45 just like this one. Guess I might as well carry on the tradition. I'll take this and a holster. Need a shotgun, too. Do you have a Stakeout around here?"

"You betcha." Edna produces a sawn-off pistol grip Ithaca.

"Perfect," you say, taking it, and feeling its light weight, easy to maneuver. "I don't know if the Bratva and Triads count as communists, but either way, I plan on killing some with this."

>>1104507
Wow, I did not expect that. What would we have gotten if we picked something modern?

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>>1104513
Probably a Glock, they just started arriving around 1982. The 17's were just coming out.

Your leg is starting to hurt again as you hobble out to the car. You wonder how long until your next painkiller is scheduled. "Back to Ken's place for now, girls. We'll have plenty to do tomorrow."

"I don't like guns," announces one of the girls, opening the passenger door. "It's more fun to stab 'em."

"I like bashing 'em," says the other girl.

"Lesson one of fighting, girls," you say, easing yourself into the backseat. "You do whatever works. It's not about what you like, it's about what gets the job done."

---

Have to wrap up for tonight, fellas. Thanks for playing. I'll be back tomorrow with some more of this, and probably some of my other game Overwatch Quest.

>>1104524
thanks for running

>>1104524
Thanks as always for running Raven. I needed some thug quest in my life.

>>1104524
Thanks for running boss.And thank your for the two mini Harley Quinn

>>1104524
Thanks for running boss man

>>1104507
Ask Edna to tell the girls and you a story of her back in the old days. I'd love to hear a bit of what she used to do.

After that, see if the girls know how to use a firearm. If not, well, now's the time to learn.

Take your bets, folks. I'm going with former spy back in WW2, sponsored by what would become the CIA.

>>1104524
Night, bossman. Glad to see you're back.

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Among the greenery of the swamps, sunlight shines in narrow beams through the thick canopy, reflecting in the algae-covered ponds and grassy streams. The chorus of birdsong is briefly interrupted by the loud report of a .45 ACP cartridge.

"No, no," you tell the girl holding your 1911. Addy or Maddy, you're not sure. The one in the baseball cap. "Don't just yank on the trigger. Pull it in one smooth motion, straight back towards you."

She tries again. This time the can on the stump jumps into the air with a pinging sound.

The girl laughs. "I got it! Fuck you, can!"

"Let me try, it's my turn," says the other girl, grabbing for the gun.

"No way, I'm not finished, fuck off--" says the first one, pushing the second one away while she holds the gun up--

"For fuck's sake," you say, disarming the girl and taking the gun for yourself. "I told you, be careful with these things. You can't just wave them around like a knife or a hammer. Treat it more like you're carrying a bomb. If you drop it or it accidentally goes off, you're in serious shit. I don't know if you two treat anything in life with respect, but if you do, start with guns."

They groan and roll their eyes. "Okay, boss." "Fine."

You wonder if saddling you with these two is Catherine's idea of a sick joke. That said, part of you is already warming up to them, the little devils.

>Teaching you to shoot was a great idea.
>Teaching you to shoot was a mistake.
>Remind me which one of you is which?
>How did you two start working for Catherine?
>What did Catherine tell you about what's going on?

>>1106486
>How did you two start working for Catherine?
>What did Catherine tell you about what's going on?

Ye, made it in time.

>>1106568
"I think we're done for today," you tell the girls. "Let's head back to the car."

On the path back, you ask them, "How did you two start working for Catherine?"

They look at each other, then back at you. "Well, we just kinda--" "--bumped into her? A few years ago. She liked our style, I guess." "Been doing jobs for her on and off ever since."

"What kind of jobs?"

"All kindsa stuff." "Mostly running. Like, deliveries. Stuff you can't send through the mail." "Someone asks us, get this from here to there--" "It gets there. We can dodge cops--" "--gangsters--" "--anyone."

"That makes sense, I guess. Catherine would need some people like that on her rolodex. What did she tell you about what's going on, anyway? About me, and the job I did for her, and all that?"

They shrug. "That was about it." "You did some job for her, got fucked up, busted some bones." "For some reason she likes you, so she told us to help you out. And not to break any more of your bones." "She didn't say anything about cutting him, Maddy." "That's true, Addy. If we need too we'll slice him up good."

"No slicing, please," you say, wondering if you can afford to turn your back on these two.

>Tell them the basics -- you stole a lot of money from the Triads, and now they're gunning for you.
>Give them the whole picture -- how the Bratva set you up in the first place.
>Intimidate them. Enough joking around, they need to know who's the boss.
>The less they know, the better. Leave it at that.

>>1106729
>>Tell them the basics -- you stole a lot of money from the Triads, and now they're gunning for you.

We killed like, a whole building's worth of Triads.

>>1106729
>>Tell them the basics -- you stole a lot of money from the Triads, and now they're gunning for you.

>>1106852
>>1106876

"Okay, so ... the gist of it is I did a big robbery for Catherine. I killed like, a whole building's worth of Triads, and stole a lot of money from them. Now they're gunning for me. So, you know. Be careful, that's all."

"So when you say, a whole building--" "--just how many people are we talking about?" "And you had help, right? How many people did you, personally, kill?"

"Let's see ... let me think." Your memories of that night are pretty blurry after that big knock on the head you took from the ground. "There was one guy in the bar, two in the pool room, maybe nine guys in the vault room ... then the flamethrower asshole on the roof ... so, like ... at least thirteen."

The girls actually look impressed. "That's not bad, Addy. "Agreed, Maddy. Our best is still, what, four?" "No, it's only three, we didn't finish that guy off, remember?" "Damn, you're right. We've gotta work on our high score."

You arrive at your Lincoln. "Okay, you murder-happy deviants," you say, get yourself into the back seat as the girls get in the front seats. "Can you be quiet for a few minutes and turn on the news?" They begrudingly switch to RK-1, start up the car, and start driving back to the city.

You listen to the news on the ride back. "Shady Grove Shopping Center began rebuilding today after the destruction caused by the car chase last week. For those of you who missed this story, a confrontation between gangs of criminals escalated into a car chase through the neighborhood of Shady Grove. At one point the cars involved left the streets and actually drove into the mall itself, causing a still-unknown amount of property damage. Some of the suspects were found dead at the scene, who witnesses report may have been soldiers of the local Triad Tong. Several bystanders reported minor injuries from debris such as -- Rachel, am I reading this right? "Hot taco meat"? Okay then -- but other than the suspects, there were no casualties."

Nick told you the story of him and Ken driving through the shopping mall, excitedly describing the car smashing into florist stands and glass makeup counters. He insisted it all started with an attempt to distract the Triads while Alex went to the laboratory to rescue you, and somehow had gone crazy. You took some comfort that it's not just you who has seemingly ordinary jobs spiral out of control without warning.

"In further news on the Triads, the organization continues to suffer public exposure and police attention. Last week, an incident at a private tower long rumored to be the headquarters of the Tong suffered a violent incident that caused a fire on the rooftop garden, calling for a response from police and firefighters. Allegedly stolen property and cash has been seized, and several prominent members of the organization have been arrested, though the man said by police to be their leader, Lau Xiang, remains at large."

Lau Xiang. That must be this Dragon you've heard about, the Tong leader. You get the feeling you're going to have to deal with him, sooner or later. And you've got a bone to pick with his cronies, the Elements.

It makes sense that your adventures have drawn some attention in the news, but they don't seem to have made the connections that would put you in the picture. Good. As long as your name's out of it, you don't care.

Thinking of your adventures reminds of you of that big pile of reward money sitting in Catherine's bank accounts for you. There was a reason you put yourself through this, after all. It's about time to enjoy the fruits of your labor.

"Okay, girls," you say to them in the front seat. "Time to do some shopping. I want to get ..."

>A place to live. It's time I moved out of Ken's guest room.
>Some new clothes. I want to look sharp.
>More guns. You can never have too many guns.
>Drugs and hookers. What else is the point of having money?
>Something else.

>>1106951
>>A place to live. It's time I moved out of Ken's guest room.

>>1106951
>>A place to live. It's time I moved out of Ken's guest room.

A safe house to operate and live from during our 'noble' crusade towards discovery!

>>1106951
>A place to live.
Ken's a good man no need to bother him any more than we have to by living in his house.

>>1106951
>>A place to live. It's time I moved out of Ken's guest room.

"A place to live," you say. "Ken's a good man, letting me stay at his place. But I don't want to bother him any more than I have. It's time I had my own digs again. Girls, take me to some real estate offices. I'm going to become a man of property."

Soundtrack: Wham! - Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pIgZ7gMze7A

Montage scene:

>You in a real estate office, arguing with an agent. You grow irate, pointing your finger at the agent, who remains obstinate.

>You in a different real estate office, growing increasingly angry. You pick up a stack of files and throw them against the wall next to the agent, who sits there with a scared look on his face.

>You in a third office, hauling an agent into the air by the tie and slamming him back against the wall.

>A fourth office, a fourth agent, this time gagged and tied to his chair with the two girls on either side. One of them jabs her finger at him, demanding co-operation, while the other holds a knife next to his eye, her tongue stuck out in concentration. The agent nods frantically. The two girls laugh and high-five each other. The one with the knife severs the ropes, and the man collapses onto the floor, sweating desperately. He gets back up and, on shaky legs, goes over to his desk and brings out his listings.

"How about that," you say. You're back in the car, being driven down the ocean-side lane. "It turns out you CAN buy real estate without any valid documentation. You just have to ask the right way."

"We've learned you can bully your way into just about anything," says the girl in the passenger seat, the one in the ball cap.

"Coming up on the place," says the driver, the one in the beanie. "Congrats on the new digs, fuckface."

"You know my name's "Johnny", right?"

"Sure, fuckface, whatever you say."

You roll your eyes and look back out at the ocean. The breeze blows in salty air through your open window. It will be nice to have your own place again, one none of your enemies know about.

Your new lodgings are:

(Cheap)

>Lair in the Swamp
>Rooftop Shack
>Room above a Bar
>Smoky Flophouse

(Middle)

>Apartment
>Townhouse
>Once-Great Manor

(Expensive)

>Luxury Mansion
>Penthouse apartment
>Waterfront Villa

>>1107104
>>Once-Great Manor

too much and you become a douche to little and people think your poor

>>1107104
>>Once-Great Manor

Just imagine it, a singular room to store all of the guns.

ALL of them.

>>1107143
>>1107198


On the outskirts of town, the car pulls into the driveway of a place that looks like a haunted house: a decrepit mansion, its glory days long past. The lawn is overgrown, shutters hang askew, windows are broken.

"What the hell, man," says the girl in the passenger seat. "This is where you picked to live?"

"I like it," you say, getting out of the car. "I'll have tons of space. I can have an entire room just to store guns. So many guns. Think about that." You look the outside of the place up and down. "I don't mind that it's a little broken down. I could use a chance to practice my handyman skills." They'll be needed if you ever manage to get that ranch.

You unlock the front door and open it with a rusty creak. The inside of the mansion does little to dispel the "haunted house" impression. Water-damaged sofas, stacks of old newspapers, cobwebs.

"Guess I'll need some furniture, too," you say. You turn a light switch, and the lights come on. So at least that much works. You take a look around the front hall and expansive living room. "Yeah, okay. It looks like shit right now, but I think I can turn this into a real nice place in a few days. Plus it was damn cheap for a house this size."

"Gee, I wonder why," says one of the girls.

"Just help me move some of this crap out of the way, will you? Then let's go someplace I can buy a couch and a bed." You stump over to one of the stacks of newspapers. Before you pick it up, you take another look around the place. Yeah. This is going to take a little effort, but you've got a good feeling about how it's going to turn out.

>>1107104
>>Once-Great Manor
Would it be something like the Old House from RE 7? Because I'd like something in the swampier parts. It'd be nice to be out of the way for a while.

>>1107263
Look for the driest bedroom in this place, then check the basement out. After that, see what furniture can be salvaged or reused, then buy what can't be saved. Also, look into some pegboards and a bullet reloading table.

>>1107263
Que the montage of us and friends helping repair the house. Beer and barbecue while we build the deck and re-paint the outside walls and white picket fence. If we have a lot of land out back, a firing range. Maybe get a few cars in the garage if we have one. And of course guest rooms for when friends need to crash or lay low. Gotta return the favor. When it is all done, a house warming party.

>>1107263
>Water-damaged sofas, stacks of old newspapers
Sweet, free targets for the shooting range out back.

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>>1107302
Let's use those to prop up the terrifying dolls that we will inevitably find in this place so we can blow them up with our grenade launcher.

Over the new few days, with the help of Adeline and Madison, you drive around town picking up furniture and some essentials for living. You also hire a clean-up crew and a carpenter to help you with some of the basic fixes. Your crew is mostly busy with their investigations into the city's criminal underbelly, but they stop by when they can to lend their expertise, or lack thereof. Ken is the only one who seems to actually know anything about how to build or maintain a house, but Roxie at least swings a hammer with great enthusiasm.

Soon enough, the once-great manor is ... well, it's still not great. Still needs a lot of work. But you can at least live there. Maybe you can have a barbecue with your friends in a day or two.

One of the first things you do is set up an armory. It doesn't have nearly as many guns as you'd like. But you can work on that. You look over your small collection of toys. AK-74 assault rifle. M79 grenade launcher. M1911 pistol. And your old friend the meat cleaver. You pick the cleaver up, feeling the now-familiar grip in your hand. You lost all the gear you took on the Dragon's Nest heist except for this. Good thing you asked Nick to hang onto it.

In the back yard, you start work on a shooting gallery, using the stacks of old newspapers and water-damaged furniture to prop up the terrifying dolls you inevitably found a pile of in the attic. "Mama!" one says with a badly damaged voice synthesizer, before you blow its head off with buckshot.

Shortly after you get a telephone line installed, the phone rings. "Hello?" you answer.

"Johnny? It's me. Alex."

"Hey, Alex. Ken give you this number?"

"Yeah. Reporting in. Found some stuff on our Chinese friends. Had to bust a few heads, but I think I got something interesting. Want me to come over there?"

"Ehhh ..." You look around at the mess of workmen and carpentry. "Now's not a great time ..."

"Why don't we meet up someplace?" suggests Alex.

"Sure, that works. You still don't have your own wheels, right? I'll swing by with the twins to pick you up."

"The ... twins?"

"Oh, I guess you haven't met them yet. Couple of rascals Catherine assigned to help me out while my leg is busted. Mostly chaffeuring me for now. Where can we find you?"

Alex tells you a certain street corner, and you arrange to meet her there.

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A few hours later, the Lincoln Continental pulls up at that street corner. Alex gets in the back seat across from you. "Hey, Johnny," she says, glancing towards the front seat. "These are your new friends?"

"Yeah, this is, um ..." You still can't figure out which is which. "One of them is Adeline, the other is Madison. They're helping me out."

The girl in the passenger swivels around to reach out her little hand for Alex to shake. "Maddy at your service."

"That's no fair," says the other girl. "I'm Maddy today. It's my turn."

"You were Maddy when we said--" "--that didn't fucking--" "--will you shut up with--" "--I can't even--"

"Girls!" you shout. "Shut up and drive."

They turn to face forward, sulking. The driver puts the car into gear and drives off.

"So where do you want to go?" Alex asks you.

Okay. This is no big deal. You're just going to discuss information about the investigation. All business. This definitely isn't a date with Alex. She's your partner in crime and you don't think of her like that. Definitely not a date.

>Bar
>Fast Food
>Restaurant
>Scenic Drive
>Strip Club
>Video Arcade

>>1107359
>>Bar
Just hang out.

>>1107359
>>Restaurant

>>1107359
A good diner, someplace with a good cuban sandwich.

>>1107364
>>1107366
>>1107371

Actually, I'll compromise. A bar & grill.

>>1107359
>Restaurant
This is now a date with Alex.

>>1107359
>A certain diner with a certain someone as a waitress

>>1107386
Anon! Think of the spaghetti! We can't afford to spill it with TWO beautiful women at the same time, you madman!

>>1107359
>Bar

We greezy

>>1107366
>>1107371
>>1107376
>>1107379

Yeah ... this is now a date with Alex. No way you're going to convince yourself otherwise. Might as well go with it. She is awfully cute under those sunglasses. You remember what her legs looked like in that slinky dress she wore to the nightclub. Yowza.

You clear your throat and say casually, "I know a pretty decent restaurant nearby. Bar and grill, makes a good cuban sandwich. Beer's on tap. What do you think?"

"Sounds perfect," she says. "I could murder a cuban right now. And a sandwich."

"Nice. All right, girls. Take us to Bembe's."

"Yessir," says the driver, and pulls out into the middle of traffic.

Sounds like you guessed about right. Alex doesn't seem like the type for anything fancy. A good ham sandwich and a beer, that's all either of you need.

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The twins drop the two of you off at Bembe's bar and grill. You hand them a ten dollar bill and tell them go play some video games at the arcade for an hour or two. They drive off, arguing with each other over who gets to be player one.

Bembe's is a Cuban-themed casual bar and grill, thick with plants and Caribbean color. It's a busy place, even in a casual mid-afternoon visit like this. The food here is good enough to draw that kind of attention.

You and Alex take a table near the back. Both of you order a draft beer and a Cuban sandwich with extra mustard.

While you're waiting for the food to arrive, you ask her about ...

>Growing up in Europe.
>How she became a mercenary.
>What she does with herself outside of work.
>What she thinks of the current situation.
>Stick to business, ask her what she found about the Triads.

>>1107525
>What she does with herself outside of work.
>What she thinks of the current situation.
>Stick to business, ask her what she found about the Triads.

>>1107525
>What she does with herself outside of work.
>What she thinks of the current situation.
>Ask her what she found about the Triads.

>>1107525
>>How she became a mercenary.
>>What she does with herself outside of work.
>>What she thinks of the current situation.

>>1107525
>What she does with herself outside of work.
>What she thinks of the current situation.
>Growing up in Europe.

This train of thought will eventually lead to what she is going to do after all of this and if she plans on staying state side or going back to Europe after everything is said and done.

>>1107567
Whoops left name on for another quest.

>>1107571
kinky name

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>>1107585
I was thinking Mike Tyson, but your train of thought works too.

"So ..." you start out with. "We haven't had much of a chance to talk outside of how we're going to stay alive another day. Here we are with a chance to have an actual conversation. I know you're a badass, but what else do you do with yourself? Got any hobbies?"

"Um ..." Alex talks a sip of her water. "Not anymore. I used to. Sports and things like that. Past few years I've just tried to stay focused on my job. Work out. Train. Do a job. Repeat."

"That sounds ..."

"Boring?"

"Repetitive," you say. "I ain't no hippy, but I still think you gotta have a little fun in life."

"I watch movies, when I get a chance," she says.

"Oh yeah? Did you see that one about the aliens that came out this year?"

"I think I missed that one," she says.

"It's a sequel to that movie where there's just one alien, but in this movie, there were a whole bunch of aliens. I think it was called ... "Star Beasts". Anyway, there's these marines in space, and they have to fight aliens. Most of them die. But the main character is this badass woman. She's kind of like you, actually. She gets this big fucking gun and kills the alien queen, kablammo!" You demonstrate what the woman looked like blasting the queen.

"Sounds like fun," Alex says.

>>1107634
Little nibbles are hot, but it's all about the nape of the neck, bro.

Your food arrives: grilled cuban bread with ham, pork, swiss cheese, pickles, and extra mustard. Y take a few minutes to dig in. "What do you think?" you ask Alex between bites.

"This is pretty fucking good," admits Alex.

"See?" you say, your mouth full. "Toldja." You take a drink of beer. "Ahhhh. This is a nice little break. Nobody's shooting at us. What do you think? How long until one of them tries to take a crack at us?"

"Well ..." Alex chews her food thoughtfully, swallows. "We've got plenty of enemies now. There's four major groups of criminals in this city and they all want to kill us. I mean, they probably want to kill you more than me."

"I did kill the head of the Yakuza with a meat cleaver," you admit. "After I shot up their private sex club. And I busted up the Triads' secret lab. So I guess their tally sheet for me is a little longer, yeah."

"I'm really just an innocent bystander," says Alex. "Maybe I should throw myself at a judge. Play the woman card. "He was just such a big, strong, scary man, your honor, I had to do whatever he told me ...""

You cough and clear your throat, trying not to think about Alex doing whatever you told her. "Ahem ... yeah, that might work, who knows?"

Alex gives you a wry smile. "Don't worry, tough guy. I'm not going anywhere. You and me are going to see this through."

"Thanks, Alex. I don't know where I'd be without you, to be honest."

"Probably at the bottom of the bay," she says, and takes another bite from her sandwich.

She's probably right, you think, and take a bite from your own.

>>1107669
Pretty sure the original is out on tape. You wanna come over and watch it? I've got a VCR and an okay TV, and the couches I kept are pretty good.

>>1107691
Uh, is this a write in prompt? I really can't tell.

>>1107798
I was just writing the next section, but you're free to write in at any time, as you're about to see:


"Hey, so ... you said you found out something about the Triads, right? What was it?"

"Right." She takes a drink of beer before answering. You watch her neck arch slightly she tilts her head back. "Okay. I went to this place the Triads own. A laundry they use for money laundering. Heh." She smiles. "When I was a kid, I used to think that's what money laundering meant. Putting the money in a laundry."

"Me too, actually."

"Anyway, I knocked a few heads against a few walls. I got a couple of leads on other Triad businesses that are still operating. We can follow up on those over the next couple weeks. Right now they're like roaches scattering for cover, trying to find the darkest places. But we're the exterminators," she says, pointing to you, then to herself. "We're gonna fuck them up. And then we'll do like you said. Find out who's playing this game."

"Damn right," you say.

The meal continues on. You and Alex talk of small things, stuff that isn't important. You like talking to her. You enjoy just being around her. She's reserved, but when she opens up a little, she has a quick wit and a nice smile. She's not pushy or demanding, but she doesn't leave everything up to you, either. The two of you balance out pretty well.

You hesitate on this, but as the meal comes to a close, you work up the nerve to say, "Hey, so that aliens movie I mentioned earlier. Pretty sure the original is out on video tape. I've got a TV and one of those home video tape players, a VCR. And a new couch. Do you, uh ... wanna come over and watch it sometime?"

She looks at you a few moments. You still have a hard time reading her. For a heartbeat, you think that you fucked up, and you took a step over a line she didn't want to cross. But in the end she replies, "Yeah, okay. I'd like that."

Your heart sings like a choir of angels descending. "O-okay, that's great. Then ... let's say this weekend? Sunday night?"

"Works for me."

"Then it's a d-- ... a damn good movie for a movie night," you say, just barely avoiding saying "date". The waiter arrives with your cheque. "Don't worry," you tell Alex, thankful for the distraction, pulling out your new wallet. "I got this one."

Outside the restaurant, the two of you stand in awkward silence until the twins pull up in your Lincoln and honk the horn.

"I'll make my own way home," Alex says. "Thanks for lunch. I had fun. Nice to just hang out for a bit." She smiles at you, a bit of mischief in her eyes. "See you Sunday."

Before leaving Alex, you ...

>Hug her.
>Kiss her.
>Shake her hand.
>Just wave.

>>1107852
>>Hug her.
I mean, we already hugged her once.

>>1107857
Oh, and add on: "Be careful, okay?"

>>1107852
>>Hug her.

>>1107852
>>Just wave.
>>And smile like a dork.
Time to be Awkward Johnny.

Shooting gangbangers in the face is easy. Understanding what a woman wants is hard.

>>1107852
>Hug her.

Bro hug it out.

>>1107852
>Hug her.
Deathflags. Deathflags everywhere

You step forward and wrap your arms around Alex's slim waist. You feel her body shift underneath. You forget how small she is sometimes, compared to you. She smiles up at you and returns the hug, reaching up to wrap her hands around your shoulders.

"Be careful, okay?" you tell her.

"I will," she says, and steps back.

You wave awkwardly and smile like a dork on the way to the car. Shooting gang bangers in the face is easy. Understanding women is a whole other world.

So far, though, you seem like you're doing all right.

You get in the Lincoln, the dumb smile still on your face.

The girls twist in their seats to look at you. They look at each other. They giggle. "Johnny's in loooooove--"

"Just drive, you idiots," you say, unable to deny it.

They giggle some more and turn on the radio as they pull out into traffic.

Soundtrack: The Cars - Just What I Needed
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z5-rdr0qhWk#t=1m32s

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Done for today, everyone. Thanks for playing Thug Quest.

>>1107932
i dont mind you comin here

WASTIN ALL MY TIME

>>1107932
I always love the music in these kinda of threads. Always brings back some memories.

>>1107950
Night, bossman. Don't be a stranger, now.

>>1107950
thanks for running man. I'm glad "things" are going places and we got new digs. I can't wait to see how much shit we loot to fill the armory.

>>1107950
You switching to Overwatch?

>>1107950
Thanks for running boss!

>>1107957
>>1107962
>>1107964
>>1107975

I'm glad you're enjoying it!

>>1107965

Yeah, I'm going to take a break for a few hours, then start a new Overwatch thread.

>>1107964
And with that comment, it is now time to post weaponry.

Shanxi Type 17. Fires .45 ACP. Figure the head or an older higher up of the Triads might have this.

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>>1108010
>immediately forgets picture

(sound of head hitting desk repeatedly)

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>>1108029
>Chinese Broomhandle firing .45 ACP

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Since we've given up our TEC-9 to Alex, I propose we snag something from Italy... Perhaps an M12 with a folding stock?

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Here's something for us to reach out and touch someone with, if or when we raid a police station.

Because of course that's going to happen eventually.

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>>1108140
>>1108029
ABSOLUTELY ROMANTIC

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And finally, a Steyr AUG.

Because Die Hard is the shit.

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>>1108199
Check'd

As aesthetically pleasing as the second best product of Austria is, I don't feel it's Johnny's style
MG34 when?

>>1108229
Where were you yesterday when we were at Edna's? She probably would have loaned us her MG42.

I'm still wishing for an episode of Edna back in her prime.

>>1108268
>MG42
>Not glorious MG34

I agree with your second point tho

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Oh, yeah, and here's a Ruger Mini-14, because I don't think you can live in Florida full time without one.

Fuck, if you want us to only have alex then just say so Ravenking.
Fucking playing with my emotions if your just teasing with Roxie and Catherine.


>1104381
>No twins route.
Man, thats some fucking horse shit right there.

>>1108838
Sorry if it came on a little strong, anon. You're not route-locked just yet.There may be similar social opportunities for the other girls soon.

Still no twins route.

>>1108959
Twins Daughteru route?

>>1108959
>no twins route

DROPPED

>>1109368
This is worst than no twins route.
Disgusting, we're already gonna have some with whoever wins.

>>1108959
boo
too bad, they're like younger, less crazy but still crazy versions of roxy times two.