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My twitter:
https://twitter.com/Mynameismimikyu

My pastebin:
https://pastebin.com/u/Mimikyu (Includes Miyuki's backstory)

My ask.fm:
https://ask.fm/Mynameismimikyu

My past threads:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Mimikyu

My dream: To become the king of games.

>>1307978
>>New Yorki: A city island and a center of trade, a great place to get supplies. Also Miyuki says she knows people here. Also if you can find a suit jacket it will likely accentuate your muscles. You have priorities okay.

>>1307978
>new yorki

That's such a corny name lol

>>1307978
>New Yorki: A city island and a center of trade, a great place to get supplies. Also Miyuki says she knows people here. Also if you can find a suit jacket it will likely accentuate your muscles. You have priorities okay.

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You instruct Miyuki to set course for New Yorki, the woman panting as you shift directions, your ship tugging along slowly as your 2 ton oars displace the water around you. You are getting a great workout right now.

The ship trundles forward under the guidance of Miyuki.

>Roll 1d100 encounter dice

Rolled 31 (1d100)

>>1308047

Aye. And for once a fitting response.

Rolled 24 (1d100)

>>1308047

Rolled 97 (1d100)

>>1308047

>>1308075
Well then, 'ere we go.

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As you leave you see a decrepit ship loom over, its flag burnt and its sail in tatters.

You heard rumors that those who crossed Hatter Moran, don of the Moran family, tend to get their ship wrecked, their ship raided, and be tied up to see and set adrift with no food or working rudder till they starved.

Guess the rumors are true, sad.

...Though maybe the crew is still alive, or atleast there may be some loot on board.

If so you might want to check the ship out.

>Leave it alone.
>Sink the ship, small mercies
>See if you can rescue anyone, behind these beating pecs lays a beating heart yearning for... JUUUUUSTICEEEE... wait you aren't a marine. Fuck it do it anyway.

>>1308114
>>See if you can rescue anyone, behind these beating pecs lays a beating heart yearning for... JUUUUUSTICEEEE... wait you aren't a marine. Fuck it do it anyway.

>>1308114
>See if you can liberate any valuables

>>1308114
>See if you can rescue anyone, behind these beating pecs lays a beating heart yearning for... JUUUUUSTICEEEE... wait you aren't a marine. Fuck it do it anyway.
LOOT.

>>1308114
>see if you can save anybody and strongarm them into the strongarm pirates

Voting is done, give me time to find a good picture and we'll be back in business.

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You walk into the ship, Miyuki hosting anchor and following you... Hey, your anchor is a 150 pound dumbell and she can lift that all on her own?

You are so proud of her.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kvrwnbruy58

She scurries behind you, the ship creaking slowly the area rancid with the smell of dead... things. You are sure Barbara could identify the seperate sents of slaughter but to you it only smells like rusty iron and fungi.

You head down to the belowdeck, the sounds of scurrying surrounds you as your feet crush discarded rat bones, you can feel Miyuki's fingers clutch around her bag of battle bricks in nerves.

"Who are you?" The voice sounds haggard, a frail man creeping into view, gaunt and half dead. The half that isn't though seems to be sizing you up the same way you are sizing him, trying to figure out if the withered man is a threat or not.

He hasn't shown any signs of hostility but this place IS spooky and he's somehow the spookiest thing here.

>I have come to rescue you, I am a doctor and we have food. You just can't let such clear signs of bad health go, if the guy wants to kill you he can try when there is some proper muscle in those arms.
>Greetings, I am Captain Strongarm of the Strongarm pirates, what seems to be the trouble.
>You seem like you have a awful lot of unnecessary things on this ship and I have a awful lot of unnecessary space. Give me your cargo and I'll let you off on actual solid land.

>>1308156
>Greetings, I am Captain Strongarm of the Strongarm pirates, what seems to be the trouble

I want to meta game but fuck it. THIS guy is great

>>1308156
>>I have come to rescue you, I am a doctor and we have food. You just can't let such clear signs of bad health go, if the guy wants to kill you he can try when there is some proper muscle in those arms.

>>1308156
>Greetings, I am Captain Strongarm of the Strongarm pirates, what seems to be the trouble.

>>1308156
>Greetings, I am Captain Strongarm of the Strongarm pirates, what seems to be the trouble

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You hold your hand out. "Greetings sir, I am Captain Strongarm, we found your ship, what is your problem."

The man smiles. "Well dear you see the weather has given us a little trouble and, what do you think? Madame Muriel wanted us to negotiate with the Moron and he set my crew adrift to die."

You look around. "I don't see the crew, where is the rest of them?"

Tom frowns. "You don't seem to understand, we were stuck with no food for a good two years. You don't put a long shelf life on rats left to die like that."

He grabs a walking stick from the floor, the stick stained with a set of colors you rather not guess where they came from. "So I'd love to hitch a ride with you, I'd rather not die before the Morans, would be a awful waste of my crew's efforts."

You look around, there are a LOT of bones... this seems like a rather gruesome scene.

>Sure, take him aboard.
>You know im a carpenter, i can fix your ship up for you.
>...what is it worth to you (You ARE A pirate)
>No seriously, what happened.

>>1308195
>You know im a carpenter, i can fix your ship up for you.

>>1308195
>No seriously, what happened.

>>1308195
>>Sure, take him aboard.

>>1308195
>You know im a carpenter, i can fix your ship up for you

Have a future captain owe us a favor

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You frown. "No seriously I need to know." You point to a skeleton draped on the cannon. "Look at it, that things picked clean, what's up with that."

The man frowns. "I'd rather not say but I guess I can hardly hope you'll let secrets be secret, but the crew had a deal. Whoever died was going to help the others any way possible. What would you rather do, die with everyone and have your cause end with the others, or put it all on the line for a hope to amount to something.

The man lifts his cane, swaying "So you can understand that, while I'm a usually civil man, I don't have the luxury of letting you leaving me to die here ya?"

>Ya I get it. (Help him aboard)
>Sure, (fix his ship)
>I appreciate the honesty, not so much the threat (Deck him, then take him aboard while he's unconscious)

>>1308536
>Sure, (fix his ship)

>>1308536
>>Sure, (fix his ship)
Don't wanna associate with a cannibal.

>>1308536
>Sure, (fix his ship)

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You nod, "Okay, no problem, I'm a carpenter, I got some wood, I'll hand you some food and fix your rudder and we'll all go our own ways."

The man lowers his cane. "Sure, yeah we can do that mon, that will suit us just fine. But you stay here, let the girlie get your supplies, I can't have the captain running of and breakin me black heart ya?"

You nod, Miyuki scuttling away to get some food and wood, the raggedy man directing you to the rudder.

You have to admit, its beaten up badly, whoever did this is not a good person.

But you can fix this pretty easily you think.

>Roll 1d100 on repair roll

Rolled 95 (1d100)

>>1308572
GOTTA GET THAT ELBOW GREASE IN ALL THE JOINTS.

Rolled 77 (1d100)

>>1308572

Rolled 76 (1d100)

>>1308572

>>1308576
And a ton of elbow grease was used....

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You nod cracking your knuckles as you pick up some old driftwood, getting to work.

To be honest this is rather easy, the temple believes that before training in violence you need to use your strength for basic labor.

So while Barbara was raising pigs and teaching chickens to do... whatever farm stuff that is involved, you had your hands on a saw and a nail between your teeth.

"I have to say I precciate the help mon." The man says as you work. "It's been a real rough voyage and I was a few days off from makin my peace with the rest of the world you see. Pologies for pointin dat cane at ya but my nerves are a tad shot on this ship."

You nod, grunting as you press a nail into the wood with your own fingers, hammers have their place but right now you don't feel the need to bother. "I can see the drive, cannibalism is a little far though."

The man shrugs. "I can't say I don't see the problem mon but like I waxed before everyone agreed to it, if the cards were a little different you'd be talkin to a different man ya dig."

You shrug. the temple admires determination but you suppose there are limits.

Miyuki comes back with food and water, the man devours a apple hungrily.

"Gods bless sweet heart, the names Mr Tom. Don't go thinkin I'll forget about this favor, the Muriel's keep their debts." The man says, wiping the juice off his face.

If you recall the Muriel's is another of the Five families, specializing in smuggling. That can be handy for a pirate.

>Finish up the responses queitly.
>You know we are heading to Yorki ourselves, you can hitch a ride with us and get that revenge of yours.
>There are lines you don't cross Tom. I'm not going to let you die out here but you can't go around eating people and expecting friends.

>>1308627
>All in a days work, No need Mr. Tom should be ready to go soon. If you'd like we're also heading too Yorki ourselves so we can keep the boats nearby encase something happens?

>>1308627
>You know we are heading to Yorki ourselves, you can hitch a ride with us and get that revenge of yours.

>>1308627
>Finish up the responses queitly.

>>1308627
>All in a days work, No need Mr. Tom should be ready to go soon. If you'd like we're also heading too Yorki ourselves so we can keep the boats nearby in case something happens?

>>1308627
>You know we are heading to Yorki ourselves, you can hitch a ride with us and get that revenge of yours.

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You smile, shaking the dude's hand as you bite into your sandwich. "Hey Tom this is no problem for me. I'm just happy to help." You wipe your hands, putting the last polish on the rudder and fixing the ship up. "I could do a bit more but here's a idea. Miyuki and me were heading off to Newyorki on personal business, you have some yourself. We can tow you the rest of the way, and while we do our business you can do... well yours."

The man makes a sign. "We'll I'll certainly have to count myself among the blessed for that offer. "

You strap the ship to yours, sailing away to Yorki without much trouble.

New Yorki is a large island with large gleaming towers, the metal goliath's only compromised by the giant cloud of pure smog hangin over the area like a perpetual storm.

How grim.

>Help out your new buddy Mr Tom.
>Get supplies
>Go look for a new crewmember first, check the bars (In Yorki the taverns are called bars) and stuff.
>Writein

>>1308797
>Get supplies
>Go look for a new crewmember first, check the bars (In Yorki the taverns are called bars) and stuff.

>>1308797
>Get supplies
>Go look for a new crewmember first, check the bars (In Yorki the taverns are called bars) and stuff.
>Wish Mr Tom luck before heading off.

>>1308797
>>Get supplies>Go look for a new crewmember first, check the bars (In Yorki the taverns are called bars) and stuff.>Wish Mr Tom luck before heading off.

>>1308797
>>Get supplies
>>Go look for a new crewmember first, check the bars (In Yorki the taverns are called bars) and stuff.

>>1308797
>>Help out your new buddy Mr Tom.

>>1308797
>Get supplies
>Go look for a new crewmember first, check the bars (In Yorki the taverns are called bars) and stuff.
>Wish Mr Tom luck before heading off.

>>1308797
>>Get supplies
>>Go look for a new crewmember first, check the bars (In Yorki the taverns are called bars) and stuff.
>>Wish Mr Tom luck before heading off.

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You wave goodbye to Mr Tom. "If you need anything let me know." You call out as Tom gives you a thumbs up.

You decide the first thing worth checking out is supplies, maybe there is a potential crew member already there.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8S1kQydO0_8

New Yorki has a lot of interesting things to it, mostly stemming from it's densely pollutted atmosphere. Most people walk in underground tunnels called subways and even their carriages are bubbled. You saw a horse with a gas mask pulling a black painted carriage.

So surreal.

So rather then the good old Market plaza old Yorki uses a thing called a "Mall" which you think stands for... indoor marketplace? Boy these people are idiots.

The point is, in stark contrast to the grim and dust of the outside, the mall is as white as a marine coat, music playing over tone dials as stores glow invitingly.

Where do you shop?

>Lets get clothes. MAKEOVERS
>Hardware Store, improve your ship
>Oh look a suspicious curio shop. How quaint. Why is the guy beckoning you so desperate

(Roll 1d100 on Business sense)

Rolled 28 (1d100)

>>1309217
>Oh look a suspicious curio shop. How quaint. Why is the guy beckoning you so desperate

Rolled 17 (1d100)

>>1309217

Rolled 22 (1d100)

>>1309217
>Hardware Store, improve your ship

You suck at business.

>>1309217
>Oh look a suspicious curio shop. How quaint. Why is the guy beckoning you so desperate

Rolled 58 (1d100)

>>1309217
>Oh look a suspicious curio shop. How quaint. Why is the guy beckoning you so desperate


Because I'm voting something else.

Rolled 89 (1d100)

>>1309241
Forgot dice

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You walk over, the curio shop covered in a brown tarp all the weirder for being indoors. The man rushes you over, the gaunt man haggard in robes to big for him, a gleam in his eyes and teeth full of silver.

"Come, hurry there is much to do and much to buy. You busy man, strong man, but look tired so tired. You need rest, you need help." The man says smiling as you drags you to his shop.

You nod despite yourself, "You are right." You ARE looking for help, maybe he will get you a crew member.

"Its long walk and longer voyage, so you need strong help, you need." He opens the flap of his tent. "Camels!"

What. Inside the tent were several camels, the humped horse things chewing on grass and nodding as you pass buy, some are wearing a assortment of hats.

"Crazy Hassan offers fabulous prices on gently used camels. This is clever no? If no one used the camel how you know it right for the business. So Hassan, he gets on his knees and he tells Camels whats what and works hard with camels to give you the most useful animals you can find in the business. You need sharpshooter, we got sniper camels that can hit the eye of a eye from the other side of this ship. You need food? Camels are fantastic cooks, this one right here cooks the best falafel Hassan's ever tasted. What about toxic camels, this one can carry you outside very easily, most horses need gasmasks, Hassan's camels only need to be bought! Fabulous deal! Perfecto!"

You blink kinda weirded out. "I don't think I need a camel."

Hassan nods, "Yes yes, we understand, no think, just feel, we know. We been there, here is what Hassan will do for you, buy camel provide you fantastic bag of dates yah? No extra cost."

You try to say something else but Hassan puts a finger to your lips. "Shhhh, Hassan can hear your heart, its cryin, its feet are sore from long walk, and Hassan is crying for your pain, but it's okay now. Hassan offer you camel, you no have to be the suffering no more."

You don't think you've ever been this scared before.

>You do not want a camel, make this clear.
>...Give up, atleast you can pick the camel
>Nod politely, get a camel, and hand it off to some random shopkeeper, never speak of this again.

(When i cut you off you were at 28 so this is a failed roll)

>>1309287
>...Give up, atleast you can pick the camel

>>1309287
>>You do not want a camel, make this clear.

>>1309287
>...Give up, atleast you can pick the camel
>Pick a combat camel thay doesn't get sick in the sea.
Crazy Hassan! If my experience with this meme is right, if Hassan sells you a camel, it's because you NEED a camel.

>>1309287
>...Give up, atleast you can pick the camel

>>1309306
Wait, no! Change! Pick a MUSCULAR camel. That doesn't get sick in the sea, very important for pirate camels. Triple better if it's an aquatic camel that can swim.

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You sigh, muscles deflating. "Sure, Hassan, lets get a camel."

The man beams, twirling. "Very good move, you won't regret this freind this camel will save your life many times! Many, many times, this is gurantee, this is promise!" The man nods as he pushes you through the various stalls, showin off each camel.

"This camel is aquatic camel." You nod, the camel chewin as he looks at you. "Very tough, very strong. You take camel out to sea and it swims, you tiny and shipwrecked camel like tiny island to be safe in, you fall in ocean camel come save you, very touchin, always makes Hassan cry."

The man skips forward, showing you another camel, this one chewin a cinnamon stick. "This is chef camel, I tell you bout flafel but Hassan never tell you about the gyro, the empanada, that right camel also cook multi ethnic, multi talented camel! Very valuable, throw in set of steak knives free with purchase ya?"

The man pushes you forward showing you a more bulky camel, a little larger the then other two. "This is combat camel, but ya? It eats the oats and wheat cereal with the gusto and all, very strong can carry many people very far, great body, you want people hurt camel got strong legs and smelly toungue that will give them the nightmares very much so ya?"

The man skips over to the next one, a cowboy hat set on this one. "Now delux camel, this camel has taken the, how you say, fruit of many devils, very naughty camel, now it does not do the swimmin but it very powerful yes? It has the, how you say, the logic within it, very smart camel this one, it do tricks! Watch, camel, play dead!" The camel looks at Hassan not moving. "With much impressive ya? It die standin up just like the, how you say, the warriors of the white bear?"

...white beards? You don't know any bearded warriors... well one but Master hank hasn't died yet.

>Get the water camel
>Get the fighter camel
>Get the chef camel
>Get the super camel.

>>1309359

>Get the water camel

It can be our guard Camel.

>>1309359
go all the way!!!

>>1309372
>Get the super camel.

>>1309372
You... youi want to buy EVERY Camel? You absolute mad-

>>1309375
Oh.

>>1309359
>Get the chef camel

>>1309359
>>Get the chef camel.

>>1309359
>Get the chef camel

I want to see how a camel cooks

>>1309359
>Get the water camel

Tempted for the Chef Camel tho.

>>1309359
>Combat camel.
Are we not the Strongarm pirates? Why are we refusing the stronk camel? What is wrong with you anons? Do you guys even lift?

>>1309359
What ever camel has the most meat on it.

>>1309394
You got it the other way around, we cook the camel.

>>1309416
Brother! Join your vote to mine then, for the combat camel! It's the largest, bulkiest, best fed camel! Two more votes and we can beat that weak chef camel!

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You point to the chef camel. "We'll take that one, how much is it."

Hassan nods eagerly. "Very good purchase, wonderful, Hassan offer great prices, cheap as free! Cheaper even, here, 500 beli that's my final offer." The man hops away waving as you hold the bill confused, a box of steak knifes in your hand as you look around, the shop having vanished. All that remains is you, Miyuki, your 500 beli and steak knives, and a camel.

The Camel nods to you, chewing his cinnamon stick as he raised his hoof in greeting. You nod, you guess the camel is yours now. So weird.

What are you going to name him?

>Pick a name.

>>1309462
Livestock

>>1309462
>Dromedary Fieri

>>1309462
Sir Beef Flank

Vote between one of these three.
>>1309469
>>1309467
>>1309466

This >>1309469

>>1309469
I like it

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You nod. "Alright, you'll be Sir Beef Flank."

Beef flank nods, the animal grunting as Miyuki clapped her hands. "Hey now we have a a good way to cart our supplies."

That IS a good point, it saves you the trip if you can just have Miyuki guide the camel back.

You have a few extra supplies to get still however.

>Roll 1d100 on bulk supplies the higher you roll the more valuable the items you can get will be.

Rolled 46 (1d100)

>>1309515

Rolled 43 (1d100)

>>1309515
GIB FRUIT

Rolled 1 (1d100)

>>1309515

>>1309523
Bruh.

>>1309524
I fucked up....This should be interesting

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You walk through the mall, minding your own business before you get tapped from behind.

"Hey, hairless." You hear a voice behind you as three thugs stare you down.

"You have carted a little trouble into the bosses turf." One of them says. "He ain't happy."

"Yeah, steroids." Another spits. "So you coming with us, polite like or not."

>...Steroids? Toss one of them into the others.
>Okay fine, go quietly.
> BEEF FLANK RUN! Scatter the three of you.

>>1309555
>What are you talking about?

>>1309555
> "My God sir, can you expound upon what you mean?"

>>1309555
>You fucking what?

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You sigh, ignoring the brazen threat. "What are you guys referring to?"

The gangsters laugh. "Wha? You think we are stupid? We saw the ship you were towing when you landed here. You saved that scum Mr Tom and whatever crew he has left. You think Hatter wanted any of them to live?"

You blink, if you aren't wrong Hatter Moran is the head of the Moran family, one of the big families alongside the Muriels and the Capones...

So you guess he's less then pleased Tom's alive, you hope the dude is still alright.

>Follow them quietly.
>Fight them
>Run

>>1309615
>Fight them

>>1309615
>Follow them.
>Well By that logic, I bet none of you have ever been trapped at sea for awhile then eh?

>>1309615
Follow them quietly

>>1309615
>>Follow them quietly.

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You smile sweetly. "Miyuki, take Beef flank and go do your shopping, I'll talk to you guys later."

You wave to Miyuki and your camel, the pair looking at you worriedly as a bag is tossed on your head. How cliche.

You find your self tied with ropes and thrown into one of their weird bubble carriages... probbably, transit is boring when you can't see.

"So... how are you guys? Do anything besides kidnap people?" You try to make light conversation to the group but they ignore you. Well bugger to them.

The car eventually stops and you are tossed into some area a little less smoggy then the others, the bag is ripped off your head and you are face to face with the man himself, surronded by a abandoned warehouse, a carpet laid out in a corner of it to work as a some sortof office, a cheap desk in the center along with a drinks globe, sitting in the chair accross it is Moran.

You test the rope binding your hands, the flak digging into your skin. Yup that is some quality rope. You should find out their supplier.

Moran stares at you, his face a rancid green thanks to the pollution of the city. "Well you are the twerp who is helping out the Muriels. That's bad etiquette in here kid." The man puffs a cigar. "But I'm a good guy so I'm going to give you the chance to be the adult here, care for scotch?"

>Eh you are more a beerstein guy yourself.
>Can we not pretend we are being civil while im shirtless and bound?
>Sure scotch is lovely.

>>1309654
>Sure scotch is lovely.

>>1309654
>Sure scotch is lovely.

>>1309654
>Sure scotch is lovely.

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You nod. "Sure, I can go for a scotch." You smile.

The guy grins. "Attaboy." The man flips open his globe pulling out two glasses and clinking ice into it, scotch filling the glasses. "Course gonna be a horses arse to drink with no hands so I'll put a little straw there." The slug person gingerly places a bendy straw in your drink. "Paul be a gentleman and hold our guests drink for him. "

One of the thugs grabs the glass, manuvering the straw so its near your lips. "There you go." Boss Moran says. "Just hold it between your teeth and there you go."

You sip the scotch, its a good bottle, the kind Barbara's master Joey liked to keep around. Of the many bad things that can be said against Mr Moran, you couldn't say he was stingy with his drinks.

"So pal let me lay it simple, I respect privacy. It's important, when someone wants my boys to whack a guy I don't ask them why they wanna do it? I just get the money and set the incident up nice and cleanly. So when my privacy was violated by Griselda Muriel's merry little band of smugglers, I very calmly, very politely, directed them to a place where they can respect their privacy." The man nods, his thugs nodding in agreement with him, as if leaving ten or so (You had the opportunity to count the skulls) men to die of starvation was a charitable thing.

"And yet all of a sudden I wake up in my little pajamas, enjoying a fine reuban, you ever had a reuban, they shove a cow brisket in a vat of salt water till its this fall to pieces tender and you throw that with saurkraut in dressin on brown bread and its divine. You should stick around, I'll point you out to a deli if I don't end up killing ya... Where was I?" The man stops on his tangent.

You pop your straw out of your mouth. "You were eating a reuban."

He nods. "See, cooperative, I like that. So I am enjoying my brunch and what do I see but a bullet zinging past my neck and scaring the daylights of the waitress as a dead man glares at me with murder in his eyes. Very distressing, the ambience of the whole place was ruined. "

The man takes a drag from his cigar, blowing a smoke ring. "So I ask my boys to look around and sure enough Muriel's ship is still here and turns out their tailor escaped and is makin a mess of my day. Honestly I marked them dead on my calendar two months ago, can't figure out how he survived, but I know who got him here."

"He ate the rest of his crew members." You explain as the man grimaces.

"Well that's going to ruin dinner for me for the rest of the week. But it's a little flattering to know he cares that much. But that doesn't tell me what I should do with the meddling runt who is letting me get shot at by a guy who stitches suits."

>You can let me go? I'm a pirate if I leave I'm gone for good.
>Look Mr Moran sir, I'm awfully sorry about the lunch, I can make it up to you somehow.
>...You know you can probably break this rope. Politely get up and leave.

>>1309737
>I simply did what any man of the ocean would do, Aid another ship in need and make sure they got to port. I do apologize I caused some issues but you seem like a proper man, You clearly understand to some degree. Now if I may, May I go? I still need to gather more supplies and rather not get even more involved with business you two clearly have.

>>1309748
this

I'm going to bed.

>>1309748
I'd agree to this.

>>1309784
see you next time then.
Cant wait to bust some heads next time.

>>1309737
>I simply did what any man of the ocean would do, Aid another ship in need and make sure they got to port. I do apologize I caused some issues but you seem like a proper man, You clearly understand to some degree. Now if I may, May I go? I still need to gather more supplies and rather not get even more involved with business you two clearly have.

>>1309737
>...You know you can probably break this rope. Politely get up and leave

>>1309737
>...You know you can probably break this rope. Politely get up and leave
Did the Temple teach us to diplomance with mafiosos? I think no.

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You smile. "I am sorry but at the time I only knew a ship was in need, I was simply doing my duty as a samaritan. I'm sorry it caused any distress but I don't think this is really my fight, I'd rather not get more involved in this then I already am."

Moran takes a drag of his cigar. "I get you, but I have a business." He points to the door outside. "If I let you walk out there all hunky dory then a bunch of stupider people are going too think they can get my forgiveness. Then this mess gets a lot harder you see."

Well looks like you can't get out that easy. The man raises three fingers.

"Way I see it you got three options here. You can do a job for me and tidy up this mess yourself, presuming you aren't sloppy then it won't ever get back to Muriel and everythings all fair here. You can also be a hero and take it on the chin. I'll even do you a solid and Paul will shoot you right here on the head. None of that set adrift nonsense, we'll even be sweet and let your little girl and the camel go free. Paul tells me she was a looker wasn't she."

The thug blinks, "Wha? Oh, sure, right boss."

The boss looks wistful. "I was supposed to have a kid you know, this places rotten air made it a stillborn though, never even got to see the girls face. So I'm a little bit of a bleedin heart there you understand. Of course there is numero treis we can do."

The man motions to the third of the henchman, the man walking forward with a black case. "You see kid, in addition to the whole wetworks job I dabble in good old arena matches. Whacking Mr Tom a second time would be approximately.... 50 million beris. You work that off in the arena, I'll call it square and your nose is clean off the whole mob war. You dont even have to kill in the arena if it is so important to you."

The thug unlatches the case, a large orange orb nestled in the case. "What do you say? Feel like a little bit of bloodyball?"

>First option, poor Tom
>Third option, go play some bloodyball
>Second option sucks, break the ropes and roll 1d100 on combat.

Rolled 1 (1d100)

>>1310517
>Second option sucks, break the ropes and roll 1d100 on combat.

>>1310524
BRUH

>>1310517
>Third option, go play some bloodyball
I love sports

>>1310517
>Third option, go play some bloodyball

>>1310524
And this is why I don't vote combat unless needed

>>1310517
>Third option, go play some bloodyball

>>1310524

YOU. STHAP.

>>1310517
>Third option, go play some bloodyball

>>1310517
>>Third option, go play some bloodyball
Know I'm late as fuck

Rolled 16 (1d100)

>>1310517
>Second option sucks, break the ropes and roll 1d100 on combat.

Might need to change the name to one piece cowered muscles quest.

>>1310671
>killed the marines via fire earlier in them
>1 and 16
>Literally no reason to get into this Mob war yet
>Lol Cowered muscle quest!

you fucking what?

Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>1310517
>>First option, poor Tom

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You look at the exit, its awfully far and they have guns. You have the sinking suspicion that escaping could end really really badly.

Like REALLY badly, almost as if someone rolled a 1. But this isn't a game.

Well it will be you guess. You give a smile. "Well, I do look like I'd be good at sports."

Hatter chuckles. "You sure do. We'll find a jersey that will fit a battleship like yourself. I was also told you were lookin for shipmates? Well send you one on one a few times, get you accumulated to things. You get the title though and maybe I'll hand you one of their contracts."

Oh hey, that solves that, you were kinda worried you'd only be leaving this city with a camel.


You get a bag back over your head, this time you can tell you are going down, the trio of thugs helping you down a ladder as you find yourself in some underground arena, given the green fluid pooling around some psuedo cage, large bungee ropes wrapped around a long highway, large pillars with hooped baskets overhead.

"So you see all you got to do is toss a ball into one of those hoops, there can be multiple teams, each with its own hoop but only one ball. You can bring weapons and beat the shit out of each other but you can't travel, and well going out of bounds is impossible." Paul points to the ropes. "They are elastic so they'll throw you back in the ring if your hit. If you run away that water around will sink any cursed fruit users and is toxic enough even a fishman won't feel comfortable in it."

You look at the sludge, the mass bubbling creepily. "Fun." You say.

Paul nods. "It is fun, for the viewers at least... It should b three wins to get you off, a solid five to get the title if that's your thing."

You nod, well that of course is a problem to deal with after three rounds.

They direct you into a cell, tossing you a jersey with the words Muscletown Mawlers, so you guess you aren't the first beefy guy they imprisoned.

You have some time before the first match.

>TRAIN!
>Size up the competition
>Contact Miyuki, you get one den den in prison and you are in prisonish right?

>>1310685
>>1310637
Shrug, you guys didn't vote when you could.

>>1310736
>Contact Miyuki, you get one den den in prison and you are in prisonish right? Tell her not to skip leg day and things like that
>TRAIN!

>>1310736
>Size up the competition

>>1310736
>TRAIN!

>>1310736
>TRAIN!
Let's mess up these guys. Badly.

>>1310736
>>Size up the competition

three votes train
2 on sizing up competitors
1 on miyuki.

>>1310736
>TRAIN!
Gotta get gud

>>1310777
>>1310780
Damn, just missed the vote.

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You head to the gym, several thugs and crooks lifting weights and hitting bags, getting into shape for the big ball matchs, on the wall is one of the weird hoops you need to throw the ball into.

You also see a barbell unattended, a large weight rack behind it for some classic strength training.

You suppose now is a good time to prepare for the first match. See how good you are at setting goals, or if you are going to need to be a bit more violent.

Roll 1d100

Rolled 24 (1d100)

>>1310803

Rolled 31 (1d100)

>>1310803

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>1310803

>>1310813
How lewd, anon.

Rolled 92 (1d100)

>>1310803
Hope our training goes aright.

Cuttin it off. Let me get some pictures.

Rolled 21 (1d100)

>>1310803
*cue Rocky theme*

>>1310815
Don't play the lewd card on me. You love it as much as I do, if not more. And you know it.

>>1310850
What can I say, you've caught me red-handed.

Rolled 2 (1d100)

>>1310803

>>1310863
You guys are going to die one day.

And it'll be on something stupid and unsatisfying.

>>1310872
Nah, this isn't a SOMNIUS quest.

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You grab one of the regulation balls off the rack, the orange ball's bumps helping you grip it, you push the ball, the orb recoiling off the floor and running back to you like a needy lover.

You got this.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uints81YYMc

You dash accross the floor, the ball crashing to the floor with each dribble, you leap up into the air, effortlessly reaching over the goal and slamming the ball into the ring.

Oh yes, this will be fun.

"Hey man, those are some good moves." You hear behind you, a trio of men looming over you, similar to Moran these three sport deformities from the polution of the city. The ogres smile at you, yellow teeth falling out.

You guess Miyuki was relatively untouched by this cities toxic atmospher... oh wait shes blind nevermind.

"We the reigning champs, the Moran's Monstars. We guess you are Hatter's new rookie."

>Guess so, I got into some beef with him and he suggested this as a way to squash it
>Names Captain Strongarm of the strongarm pirates, mind giving me tips on how to play this bloodyball thing
>Excuse me can we not do this right now? I'm practicing.
>Why are all of you guys so polite for a criminal organization, its bothering me.

>>1310911
>Names Captain Strongarm of the strongarm pirates, mind giving me tips on how to play this bloodyball thing
Appeal to their feeling of superiority. You talk more freely to a fan than to a competitor.
>Why are all of you guys so polite for a criminal organization, its bothering me.
For real, though.

>>1310911
>Names Captain Strongarm of the strongarm pirates, mind giving me tips on how to play this bloodyball thing
>Why are all of you guys so polite for a criminal organization, its bothering me.

>>1310911
>Names Captain Strongarm of the strongarm pirates, mind giving me tips on how to play this bloodyball thing
>Why are all of you guys so polite for a criminal organization, its bothering me.

>>1310911
>>Why are all of you guys so polite for a criminal organization, its bothering me.
>Guess so, I got into some beef with him and he suggested this as a way to squash it

>>1310911
>Names Captain Strongarm of the strongarm pirates, mind giving me tips on how to play this bloodyball thing
>Excuse me can we not do this right now? I'm practicing.

>>1310911
>Names Captain Strongarm of the strongarm pirates, mind giving me tips on how to play this bloodyball thing
>Why are all of you guys so polite for a criminal organization, its bothering me.

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You hold your hand out for a shake. "Hello, names Maximillion T. Strongarm of the Strongarm Pirates, nice to meet you."

The lead of the group, a green reptillion person with what looks like scales peppering his face like reptillian achne slaps the hand, nudging the palm with his fist as he smiles. You guess that was a high five rather then a actual sign of disrespect given he isn't glaring at you. Ethnic divides you suppose. "Hey man, always good to have new blood in the ring, things get boring otherwise. Name's kill, I'm captain of the Monstars."

He thumbs to the pair in the background, a squat orange man that reaches your waist waves atop the other of the pair, a tall triple jointed man with blue skin and sunken eyes, that , given their glossy look are probably as blind as Miyuki is. "Those two behind me are Maim and Slaughter."

"Hey Slaughter get allowed of this new guy, he's built like a freight train." Maim, the orange one giggles, hanging from Slaughter's arm like its a chin up bar.

"Oh? That's big right?" Slaughter says, smiling... to the left at you, at nothing. Eye contact must be hard for someone with broken eyes.

"Course it's big, what is up with you, are trains big? Idiot." Maim mutters.

You hand Kill the ball. "Hey as champs you mind giving the rookie some pointers? But before that can you answer one thing?"

The ogre scratches his scalp, pus dripping off his fingernails. "Shoot kid, knock yourself out."

You scratch your head. "Don't take it personal but Moran and you guys are awfuly nice for mobsters. Shouldn't you be threatening me and trying to break your kneecaps."

Kill shrugs. "Well don't take it personally but it's not like we need to threaten you. Its not like breaking your kneecaps is easier if I glare at you. Also the whole threat thing is mostly to avoid unnecessary violence. The Morans have a one strike policy we show respect, but never mercy. Makes it easier to keep business relations calm."

You guess that makes sense. Kill holds his hands out, you hand him the bloodyball.

"First thing you need to remember is that while one on one exists, three on three is the standard. If you want to actually make the real bucks you need a crew."

You frown, you could ask for miyuki to help but you don't think you can get a camel to play a sports game. You should have spurged on the super camel you guess.

The man holds up two fingers. "Second thing you need to remember is that, in addition to getting goals, you can win simply by beating the daylights off your competitor. So keep in mind the skills of each person in your team." Kill grins. "Guess what mine is?"

You blink. "Decorating?"

Kill frowns. "Shit, how do you know, I always get the rookies with that question. But yeah, I designed the new arena, added the moat and shit... wait that's not the point. See just cause I am doing one thing doesn't mean Maim and Slaughter aren't doing something else. Coordination is big senpai."

>1/2

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>>1311042

You nod. "But its not like I have a team. So how does that help me?"

Kill shrugs. "You can probably scout out some of the people you beat after all if you are tough enough to beat them you'll probbably improve their odds."

Killl grins. "Anyway you'll likely be here for a while, not like we run day in and day out or will send a rookie through a wholes days events. But for a pirate like trying to figure things out there are some advantages being under a mobs umbrella in the beginning. Means you get to establish a reputation without actually raising your notoriety here."

Maim grins. "Plus man oh man is today a good day to make a debut, we going three on three with the Dressrosian double crossers up at the NW, we got a heck of a audiance for that. Even a warlord."

You raise a eyebrow. "Which warlord."

Maim chuckles. "The twelve time best in brawl world champion Wrecker T Saurus of the Hollywood pirates.

>Hey thats my temple. Crazy.
>Write in

(Eating dinner, brb)

>>1311118
>>Hey thats my temple. Crazy.

>>1311118
>Hey thats my temple. Crazy.

>>1311118
>Hey thats my temple. Crazy.

>>1311118
>Hey thats my temple. Crazy.

>>1311118
>Hey thats my temple. Crazy.

I'm finally free, so writing.

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You blink. Wrecker T. Also known as the Wreckasaurus, is one of the strongest disciples the Temple of Might ever produced, he even fought your Master during some unknown dispute and won, allowing former Master Wrecker to leave the temple and pursue his own interests, unlike Baron T. Brutal who simply never came back from his voyage.

From what you read he's one of the top dogs the marines have in their roster, him and the others in his New World Armada working as some sort of expensive conquistadors, claiming kingdom after kingdom under the World Government banner and claiming a big slice of the precious kingdoms wealth.

Good thing Vice Admiral Jawsplit went to Kuja first you guess. Not that you particularly care about Kujas, but it would be nifty to have a amazonian with a bit more grace then Barbara on your ship.

That makes you feel...

>Excited, I mean Wreckmania is crazy. Plus Wrecker DID find what he was looking for, enough to leave the temple.
>Pissed, dude left the temple, you just dont do that, obligations must be paid back.
>You don't care about the audiance you have ball to play and then you are going to leave.

>>1311922
>>You don't care about the audiance you have ball to play and then you are going to leave.

>>1311922
>You don't care about the audience you have ball to play and then you are going to leave.

>>1311922
>Excited, I mean Wreckmania is crazy. Plus Wrecker DID find what he was looking for, enough to leave the temple.

>>1311922
>>Excited, I mean Wreckmania is crazy. Plus Wrecker DID find what he was looking for, enough to leave the temple.

Let the power flow through us.

Well now we are in a tie.

>>1311922
>Excited, I mean Wreckmania is crazy. Plus Wrecker DID find what he was looking for, enough to leave the temple.

>>1311922
>>Excited, I mean Wreckmania is crazy. Plus Wrecker DID find what he was looking for, enough to leave the temple.

>>1312007
This is a great quest, Mimikyu. All the silliness of One Piece without going lolsorandom. I'm looking forward to following this!

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To be honest its actually rather cool Wrecker is in the house. He is a bit unpopular with the hardliners of the temple but the temple IS about self discovery and he did self discover.

Plus his cursed fruit is really cool. You mean, really cool. The coolest.

You nod, give Kill and the others there customary hand slaps before you head back to the den, Paul is waiting for you near your cell.

"Well we are putting you in a pregame match, we usually do about... three games a day, we are setting you up easy as a debut, we don't need you to do a fall or nothing. Just win and try not to act like a shit, I know you aren't in this for the glory since we put a gun to your head but if you work the audiance a little it'll go faster.

You nod, theatre was considered a acceptable intellectual pursuit and you know the importance of entertainment, look at Wrecker, he's a much more popular Warlord then say, Cao of the Tao.

Kinda a shame, you were hoping your contract would just be based on wins or loses, but looks like a absolute power through isn't considered good.

You look at the bottom of the contract, "What does this mean? Face or heel?"

"Oh?" Paul looks down. "Right, that basically means if we need you to be a piece of shit or not. We gotta amp a story up to keep things interesting in a continuum, plus who knows, maybe you'll want to make a career of this, we got other arenas in the grand line. But right now we are hosting you as the "Unknown stranger" so we can get a feel for you and set the gimmick up as we go. Also we gave your crew tickets."

You raise a eyebrow. "Awfully accomodating."

Paul chuckles. "Honestly, most people who face Moran freak out call him a slug and end up shot, we are hoping our relation here will set up a positive trend of avoiding paying for cement shoes. The fringe gangs will be less willing to start shit if they see we are a nice umbrella to sit under."

You don't really get it but okay.

Paul hands you a few sheets. "These are your potential first runners, they've all been told to take a fall if necessary since no one wants to get stomped on a debut. Pick one and we'll make the arrangement, the other two will just face each other."

>Deadeye Maria looks kinda cute. She apperantly is very good at the long throw but you got dunks. Everyone loves dunks.
>Ivar Ironhide its not often you look up to someone... well it is because you worked under Jackson but the list who can do that is short thats the thing. This looks like it'll be a match you win by knockout
>Tom the terrible He must be very dangerous... oh wait no you look at the win loss ratio. That... oh you feel bad for the kid.
>

>>1312331
>Nobody, We want to do this the fun way.

>>1312331
>>Deadeye Maria looks kinda cute. She apperantly is very good at the long throw but you got dunks. Everyone loves dunks.

>>1312331
>>Deadeye Maria looks kinda cute. She apperantly is very good at the long throw but you got dunks. Everyone loves dunks.

>>1312341
You want to not fight anyone?

Do you have some plan to do sick harlem globetrotter tricks?

>>1312331
>Deadeye Maria looks kinda cute. She apperantly is very good at the long throw but you got dunks. Everyone loves dunks.

>>1312363
Oh, The plan is to fight without anybody throwing the game. We might need that later.

>>1312363
We fight with honor.


And the power of the Dunk Squad.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g9XZQttjc-g

>>1312419
>no Yi on the Dunk Team
fucking shit / 10

>>1312430
>liking Yi

I raff at you're easy to defeat choices.

>>1312331
>Tom the terrible He must be very dangerous... oh wait no you look at the win loss ratio. That... oh you feel bad for the kid.

>>1312435
>he doesn't know Yi is the original dunk lord

>>1312443
>Thinks I care as I raff as an old man, or gravity squeeze plays in the background.

Ladies ladies.

You are all in the wrong for liking LoL.

Writing, props to the guy who got me the pictures for Maria, they know who they are.

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>>1312430
Yi is too busy running for office.

>>1312496
I don't like it, anyways I'm ready for gorilla dunks.

>>1312496
Damn straight they know who they are.

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You point at Maria's picture. "Lets use her, she's a scorer right, this will be a classic match."

Paul nods as he looks at your pic. "Thats a good selection, you aren't likely to have too much trouble with her. After all firearms aren't allowed in the cage."

Wait wait, guns? Aw crap Paul is already leaving, this could be bad.

Bullets would ruin your physique, they don't even scar that sexy.

Your door eventually gets unlocked. Charlie of the Whawha thugs unlocking the cage.

"Hey baldie, your match is on, try to be flashy." Charlie says, the shaded punk showing off his flintlock in his holster.

Huh you guess not all of Moran's goons are as polite as Ogres are. You get more worldly every minute.

You walk into the arena, hearing Moran's voice drone over the announcer. "Ladies and gentleman weighin in at fuckin huge and clockin in at Scary as shit. He's big, he's mean, and he's a bball machine. It is the new Muscletown Mauler, the Stranger!"

You walk in to the sound of applause. You give a few flexes, working up the audiance as you walk into stage on your hands. The bridge you are walking on moves as you step off it, ripping the cords apart to make your way into the center of the arena.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AavRk7w19hw

"And on the red hoop it is the queen of trickshots. The toughest boomerang babe from the grand line herself. All the way from Whiskey Peaks, the ballslinger, Deaaaaaaaaaaaadeye Maria!" Moran yells as a woman walks onto the stage, a cowboy hat doffed on her head and four holsters hanging from her belt, gator hide boots cracking into the ring as she climbs in, tossing her hat to the side as she grins at you, tossing her poncho cape to the floor revealing the 4 boomerangs hanging from her belt.

"Don't worry they aren't my usual pair." Maria said reaching to her belt and taking two of the boomerangs and tossing them, the mesh sailing easily through the rope cage and falling into the audaince.

"And Maria starts off tough by throwing out half of her arsenal. That kinda attitude might get you in trouble here in the arena, but what grit! Lets see how it pans out Kill."

You hear Kill on the tone dial. "Yes I got to personally talk to the stranger earlier on and let me tell you, he's no pushover, in fact with a body like that it'll take nothing less then a train to push this guy anywhere, but this is a first to three shots match and shooting IS Maria's specialty."

You look up, searching for Wrecker, huh, he's not in the main seats, probbably somewhere flashy near Moran.

The bell rings as you face off against Maria, a scrawny ogre like Maim tossing the ball into the air. The battle starts.

>Beat down maria, she can't score without a ball
>Go for the ball, Dunk is love, dunk is life.
>Wait to see what maria tries and immediatly move to ruin that plan

Roll 1d100 either way.

Thats that for today! Have a good night sleep and remember not to let strange cannibals hitchhike.

Rolled 84 (1d100)

>>1312732
>>Beat down maria, she can't score without a ball

Rolled 24 (1d100)

>>1312732
>Go for the ball, Dunk is love, dunk is life.

Rolled 76 (1d100)

>>1312732
>Go for the ball, Dunk is love, dunk is life.

Rolled 45 (1d100)

>>1312732
>Go for the ball, Dunk is love, dunk is life.
Get dunked!

>>1312732
>>Wait to see what maria tries and immediatly move to ruin that plan

>>1312740
Thanks for running, Mimikyu!

>>1312732
>Go for the ball, Dunk is love, dunk is life.

Rolled 64 (1d100)

>>1312777

Rolled 87 (1d100)

>>1312732
>Go for the ball, Dunk is love, dunk is life.

>>1312732
>Go for the ball, Dunk is love, dunk is life.

Rolled 74 (1d100)

>>1312732
>Go for the ball, Dunk is love, dunk is life
CMON AND JAM AND WELCOME TO THE SLAM

Rolled 15 (1d100)

>>1312732
>>Go for the ball, Dunk is love, dunk is life.

Rolled 16 (1d100)

>>1312732
>>Go for the ball, Dunk is love, dunk is life.

S-slam jam?

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You rush to the center of the ring, ducking under as a boomerang wizzes by your head, your hands touch the ball and you are off.

Maria frowns, rushing at you in hopes of meleeing you as the thrown boomerang wizzes closer, you manage to toss the ball to the cage wall, leaping over the rangslinger as the ball rebounds back into your hand.

The audiance cheers as you go for the dunk, soaring in the air as Maria tosses her rangs, but its too late.

The net bends as you grip it, your ball smoothly flying down the hope to the cold tar floor.

The crowd erupts as the scoreboard goes 1-0.

Easy, though now that Maria starts with the ball it might be tricker from here on out.

>Go for the steal!
>D-d-d-defense! Make sure she can't get her shot. You have the best chance at getting the ball when she can't control it through dribbles.

Roll 1d100 either way.

Rolled 91 (1d100)

>>1315250
>>D-d-d-defense! Make sure she can't get her shot. You have the best chance at getting the ball when she can't control it through dribbles.

Rolled 63 (1d100)

>>1315250
>D-d-d-defense! Make sure she can't get her shot. You have the best chance at getting the ball when she can't control it through dribbles.
WE ARE THE HUMAN SHIELD

Rolled 91 (1d100)

>>1315250
>D-d-d-defense! Make sure she can't get her shot. You have the best chance at getting the ball when she can't control it through dribbles.

Rolled 11 (1d100)

>>1315250
>D-d-d-defense! Make sure she can't get her shot. You have the best chance at getting the ball when she can't control it through dribbles.

Woah double 91s

Rolled 99 (1d100)

>>1315250
>D-d-d-defense! Make sure she can't get her shot. You have the best chance at getting the ball when she can't control it through dribbles.

>>1315275
M-MASKA

All these good rolls. Except mine. Mine was shit.

>>1315285
I forgive you. Writing.

Coming up with a special prize.

how will we seduce her if we beat hrr so badly

>>1315372
Muscles. Its like a flood every time we flex

>>1315372
We obviously beat her by seducing her so she can't bear to win.

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Maria smiles before vanishing from your eyes moving with a almost blinding speed.

There is no way you can catch up to her... normally at least but you DO know where she is going.

You leap back, noticing as Maria materializes midair over the hoop, as expected her ball can't go to super speed if she's not holding it.

Very impressive... but

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_2Y3KsHTaC4

"Hebi Hebi seventy kilogram!" You shout as between your hands a massive metal plate half your old weight manifests, Maria's hopeful dunk suddenly interupted by a massive metal shield.

"PUSHDOWN!" You scream as you slam the ball into the floor, Maria springboarding away just in time to avoid injury, but in doing so fails to guard the ball from you ring, sending it sailing through the arena.

The Bloodyball, knocked in the air by your attack soars into Maria's hoop, spinning once around the hoop before sinking in.

The room is quiet as your scoreboard dings 2-0 before the audience erupts in aplause.

"Ladies and gentleman I NEVER seen anything like this." Kill's voice echos over. "It seems the stranger not only is a devil fruit user but some sortof mobile fortress with that defense."

You see Wrecks in the audiance, a throne of gold sitting in the vip section as the blond superman nods at you, giving a thumbs up.

"G-golly. I knew you were a unknown element but not THAT unknown." Molly says standing up. "This doesn't seem like it'll be a good day for my record."

You shrug. "What can I say, I'm a human barbell."

You are now in Hebi Hebi Limber mold, a svelt 60kg so your much faster.

You can also reabsorb your weight and beef up but you arent likely to be able to pull that suprise wall on Maria again so soon.

>Offense, your in fast mode you can probbably outspeed her.
>Reabsorb your weight and rush like a frieghttrain, you got this
>Go a little soft, let Maria show what she can do and get a point, this IS a spectator sport.

>>1315474
>Go a little soft, let Maria show what she can do and get a point, this IS a spectator sport.

>>1315474
>>Go a little soft, let Maria show what she can do and get a point, this IS a spectator sport.

>>1315474
>Offense, your in fast mode you can probbably outspeed her.

>>1315474
>Offense, your in fast mode you can probbably outspeed her.
I think a 3-0 is pretty good.

>>1315474
>Offense, your in fast mode you can probbably outspeed her.

>>1315511
>>1315504
>>1315492
you guys realize we're supposed to hype this up right? Not just win in any fashion? It makes more money for the mobsters and this makes everything go faster. Its supposed to be legit fake TV

>>1315522
This is the debut game my man. If we 3-0 the person that hypes up future matches more because people wanna see what this rookie can do.

>>1315526
And a total stomp sets up for a quick rise and quick fall, It also sets her up for an underdog dfight against us later. A struggle now helps things in the long run.

>>1315474
>Offense, your in fast mode you can probbably outspeed her.
They know us to be strong. Now, they need to see us being fast, too. We need to make a good first impression.

Allright, quick boring match go.

>>1315474
>Go a little soft, let Maria show what she can do and get a point, this IS a spectator sport.

Roll for it.

Rolled 70 (1d100)

>>1315590
quick boring match?

Rolled 54 (1d100)

>>1315590

Rolled 2 (1d100)

>>1315590
please be a crit fail

Rolled 64 (1d100)

>>1315590

>>1315607
Wow.

Your good.

>>1315613
Sometimes you gotta praise the machine god.

>>1315607
>>1315621
See, we can make the match interesting without making it obvious. Thanks for undoing our good PR we got from the 99

>>1315624
>People are more likely to enjoy a god then a god they can relate too

>>1315629
A 2 is really bad though.

>>1315632
and we're up by 2 points, including the fact we just threw her off the entire game by showing we can make walls. Its fine, unless somehow this 2 gets her 3 points.

>>1315638
And whatever unknown effects it has

Calm down ladies.

I have to go somewhere so writing will take awhile, go read other quests for a bit we'll get back in a few hours.

>>1315733
Thanks for running so far. And I'm just bantering. No point in getting mad in a match we supposedly can't lose

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You grin you are lighter so you think you can pass Maria and steal the ball.

You charge her, the woman grinning, teeth glittering white as she leaped suddenly from your charge, a boomerang in her hand.

"Trick shot Jim Bean!" She yells as she hurls the boomerang from several feet in the air the boomerang spinning around your feet and catching you by the ankles. Maria winks and dashes forward.

You shake off a few extra pounds, reaching a near skeletal 30 pounds as you chase after Maria, mantaining her dribble distracts her and you slowly gain.

"Dear Sky above what is that!" You hear Moran yell as the ring around you and Maria gets a little darker... almost like a shadow...

That's bad.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=guG9cVs3ms4

Where... where is that music coming from?

You leap, knocking Maria out of the way just as a man crashes into the ring, smoke covering the area as "Real superman" plays from the crater.

"So, you think you can go prancing around talkin about freeweights and think I won't recognize Jackson's style? Well let me tell you something brother."

A man walks out of the dust clouds, a black skull bandanna tied around blond hair and a handlebar mustache big enough to bench press on its own. Drapped accross a almost obscenely muscular man was a tattered tanktop with NWP on it.

Across both shoulders and his waist were championship belts. The Dressrossian title, Elbaf Arm wrestling, and the Temple of Might's Best in Brawl, Wrecker T saurus stares you down between two black lenses, a tone dialaphone in his hands.

"Wreckmania went down on your master like a tidalwave on a east blue ship brudda and if you think I'll let his protegee prance around here without knowing who the real top dog is, well let me ask you a question. "

The man tosses his belts off his shoulder, dust billowing around the ring as he ripped his tanktop. "WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO WHEN WRECKERSAURUS GOES PREHISTORIC ON YOU BRUDDA?"

Oh shit.

Maria motioned to Wrecker, the man tossing her the dial. "You think you can come here Wrecker and take over this ring? Well let me tell YOU something Wreckermania. When the Deadeye and the Stranger team up, nothing, and I mean nothing wil take us down. And if you think you can just walk in here with your new world pirates and take over our ring?" Maria tosses the ball to Wrecker, the warlord catching it in one hand. "Then just try it."

What? You look at the scoreboard, the signs switching.

Maria and Stranger: 2
Wrecker T Saurus: 0

Oh... oh no.

>Just block the pain train coming your way best as you can.
>There are two of you and one of him, you play interference while Maria goes for the steal
>Both of you team up and try to steal through dogpile tactics

>>1316517
>There are two of you and one of him, you play interference while Maria goes for the steal
>Come on then Brothaaaa, LET'S PLAY SOME BALL!

>>1316517
>There are two of you and one of him, you play interference while Maria goes for the steal
Make sure we got all our weight back on

>>1316517
>>There are two of you and one of him, you play interference while Maria goes for the steal

Roll 1d100

Rolled 91 (1d100)

>>1316538

Rolled 57 (1d100)

>>1316538
UNLIMITED GAINSSSS

Rolled 17 (1d100)

>>1316538
Teamwork makes the dream work

Rolled 36 (1d100)

>>1316538
If over 90 we get haki

>>1316556
95s are crits.

>>1316556
>>1316543
Bruh.

Rolled 22 (1d100)

>>1316538

>>1316563
>tfw your just 4 off from critting.

>>1316563
a 91 is still fucking great.

So what we can see for sure is that being light weight sucks.

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You flex, weights disappearing as your body swells back up to your normal size. "Okay brudda, but my Master raises no fools so if you think you are going prehistoric better check the weather dinosaur." You leap into the air, rings forming in your hands as you form the hebi hebi .5 kilogram knuckles.

"The weather forcasted meteors." You snarl as you drop a flurry of punches at Wrecker.

The man tilts back, letting your attacks land directly on his abs, you can feel your knuckles brusing under the effort of hitting this guy. Dude is harder then steel.

"You got another thing coming if you thought that was going to work brudda, you going to break your hands if you try to face the wreckersaurus with those punches. Let me show you one." Wrecker holds up a hand.

"Jurrasic Flick" The man, with the force of a ancient age, sends his finger crashing into your scalp, all 130 pounds of you sent flying into the ropes.

You adjust just in time to make sure you hit the cage with your feet, taking advantage of the rebound to hurl into Wrecks you sidesteps and clothelines you.

You spit something redder then normal as you collapse on your knees. "A fair try brudda but you are going to have to work a lot harder if you are going to steal this." Wrecker grins holding up a empty hand.

You stare at his palm as the audiance quiets down, Wrecker taking off his glasses. "Brudda isn't there a ball supposed to be here?"

You see Maria grab the orb, picking up her boomerang. Looks like she knocked the ball away while he was busy kicking your ass, since the boomerang was neither living nor aimed at him his reflexes didn't pick it up.

Clever... Wrecker turns around noticing Maria. "Oh don't think Wrecker ain't a equal opportunity bruise cruise brud... sista." Wrecker says turning around.

Oh this could be bad.

>TACKLE your heavy slow him down, even if be beats you unconscious dead weight weights the same as liveweight
> MARIA PASS! Use a series of passes to avoid letting Wrecker touch the ball.
>HIS BACK IS TURNED, USE THE SEVENTY KILOGRAM PUSHDOWN

>>1316606
>TACKLE your heavy slow him down, even if be beats you unconscious dead weight weights the same as liveweight

>>1316606

>TACKLE your heavy slow him down, even if be beats you unconscious dead weight weights the same as liveweight

>>1316606
>130 pounds
Seems pretty light for Armstrong
>MARIA PASS! Use a series of passes to avoid letting Wrecker touch the ball.
We should shed some pounds first, so we can tire out Wreckasaurs some.

>>1316606
> MARIA PASS! Use a series of passes to avoid letting Wrecker touch the ball.

>>1316606
>MARIA PASS! Use a series of passes to avoid letting Wrecker touch the ball.

>>1316617
130 kilograms, its bodybuilding weight.

I wrote it wrong.

>>1316606
>MARIA PASS! Use a series of passes to avoid letting Wrecker touch the ball.