>>2265175
Super hype to finally take the exam

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>Last time on Hunter x Hunter Quest

The show continued as three of the robbers gathered in one train car and attempted to gang up on Derrick and Noell. Things began to look bleak as Etheline got stabbed and was bleeding to death on the ground while Florette was minutes away from being murdered by Rea.

However, Derrick and Noell refused to give up and separated to engage the remaining enemies in intense combat. Derrick went to recuse Florette while Noell took on Landon and Vanilla on his own.

Derrick freed Florette from immediate death and a brutal battle ensued with both their lives on the line.

After nearly dying several times, it all came to end when Derrick and Florette took a risky gamble by baiting Rea, but the gamble worked and in display of beautiful teamwork, they captured her and lived to tell the tale.

Noell also manages to finish his battle by taking down two different opponents with a little assistance from Etheline who was only pretending to be dead, but at the cost of grievous injuries to the both of them.

The entire group was victorious, but beaten and bloody. They had 9 hours left till the Hunter Exam began, so they all decide to take the only logical course of action before a major exam. Spending all night partying to work off the extreme amount of stress they gathered from the previous battles and ready themselves for the thing they’ve been fighting for so long.

The Hunter Exam.

And so the adventure continues…!

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A ray of light grabs your eyes and peacefully pulls them awake, you feel your eyes open slowly as you take in the scent of the bed below you.

The smell of fresh sheets mixed with the light scent of alcohol and food in the air make for a surprisingly comfortable wake-up call.

You’ve been so engrossed in the smell of blood, iron and sweat that you had forgotten what it felt like to wake-up peacefully and without any new wounds to add to the growing pile.

You lie down with your leg hanging slightly off the edge of the bed, a normally uncomfortable position to sleep, but you still feel invigorated because you slept in these magic beds that the Carlton Twins provided you.

You feel like all the fatigue and pain from the battle last night has just disappeared. Those two may be terrible actors, show arrangers and all-around terrible people. But you can’t deny a good host when they let you sleep on their beds.

But you can’t enjoy the softness of this pristine bed for much longer, you can tell from the sun hitting your eyes, today is the day. The day that you’ve been fighting to reach, the day that everyone risked life and limb for.

The day of the Hunter Exam.

You pull yourself up slowly and quietly from the bed, you groggily put two feet to the floor and walk over to bathroom, stepping over one of your allies from last night’s drinking party.

You proceed to wash the sleep out of your eyes and attempt to clean up the mess that is your hair after a long night of drinking. It's always a fun experience trying to freshen up with a light hang-over plaguing you.

You then leave the bathroom and examine the room where everyone else continues to sleep.

Florette is gracelessly sprawled out across the bed, holding a bottle of unfinished liquor from when she decided that the two kegs of beer from last night wasn’t enough to keep her going. She sure sleeps peacefully for someone who managed to drink 15% of the Trains total alcohol supply before finally fainting.

Then you have Etheline who fell off the bed at some point in the night and lies in between the path to the bathroom and the bed.

Halfway through the party last night, Etheline couldn’t take the fact that everyone else was having fun drinking while all she could was drink orange juice.

So, she decided to pour herself a full glass of beer and attempted to chug it like Florette. Surprisingly, she managed to finish the glass in a single gulp. She was red as a tomato from ear to ear afterwards, but still, she did manage to do it.

You tried to tell her that she didn’t need to drink to fit in, but she thought she could handle another one since Florette was taking so many.

3 drinks later, she took the lampshade off on of the room's lights and danced while singing the Bohemian Rhapsody before she quickly collapsed and got tucked in by Florette. You found yourself amazed that a drunken woman could sing so well with a lampshade over her head.

The girl now sleeps peacefully with the lampshade half-way off her head and a dopey smile on her face. You step over her as head back to your room and gather your things in preparation.

“Where do you think you’re going?” However, before you can step through the door, a voice questions you from behind.

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You turn back to face the voice and see that it’s Noell who has awakened from his stupor and looks at you from the bed.

You turn back to face him as he continues, “You can’t possibly be leaving me here with these two drunks, right? At least take the geek with you, she’s drooling on the floor.”

“I’m surprised you woke up before them. I poured more beer down your throat in a single gulp than those two drunks drank in a single night. And that’s saying something considering how much poison your maid could take.” You state.

“Ah yes, thanks for reminding me. The cloudiness in my head nearly made me forget your attempted assassination. I’ll have to punish you and that traitorous pig for thinking you could poison me.” Noell returns.

You’re not sure if just your imagination, but you feel like you just saw Florette flash a smile at the mention of punish and pig. Nah, must just be your head.

You ignore that train of thought as you speak, “Oh come on, don’t call it an assassination. Your liver’s working just fine isn’t it? Certainly, well enough to complain.”

“I wouldn’t be too sure, it might just be the intense pain of the hang-over preventing me from collapsing from liver failure.” He counters.

“I thought you were supposed to be future king of Penho, not future queen of drama island.” You retort.

“It’s Brenho you uncultured mongrel. And I’m just letting you know that if this Hangover plagues through the rest of the exam and causes me to fail, I shall seek you out and kill you in hell.” He states.

“Penho,Brenho, Bitches and hoes. Does the name of an unnoteworthy country really matter that much?” you question.

“I swear to my grandfather and the Father before him that I will have your head on a pike one day.” Noell threatens.

“And I swear on my sweet ol’ grandmother's grave that I’ll get you to lighten up one day.” You say with a smile.

Noell clicks his tongue and makes Tch! sound as he rubs the sleep and hangover from his eyes and stops speaking. You assume that this means he isn’t in the mood to fight this morning, so you attempt to turn around and head through the door.

But as soon as your hand reaches the doorknob, “Why do you keep talking to me, Derrick?” Noell asks suddenly.

You stop moving and turn your head to face him again. He looks you straight in the eyes this time. You can tell he’s truly serious because he called you ‘Derrick’ rather than ‘Loud Dumbass’ for once.

Once he knows he’s caught your attention, he continues, “If you hate me as much as I hate you. Why is it that we keep talking to one another? It seems strange does it not? Why can’t we just avoid each other?”

You stare absently at the question. He brings up a good point, if there’s anything you can’t stand, it’s someone who’s depressing, standoff-ish, or an asshole, and he’s all three with a drop of sociopathic apathy to top it off.

So why is that you don’t just tell him to screw off and be done with it?

Why is it?

>I Just can’t seem to avoid you

>It’s fun to piss you off

>I don’t really hate you

>I hate you, but I respect you

>Write-in

[Only pick one option]

>>2265241
>I hate you, but I respect you. Even though your personality could use some work I respect your strength and I think you're kinder than you let on. As for the reason we keep meeting each other I think it's because, as much as I hate to admit it, we're more similar then we like to think... or we could just be cursed I don't know.
Are you gonna update the relationships after this

>>2265275

>Writing

"You're right, I do hate you. But I don't hate your strength." You state.

"What?" Noell questions.

"Your personality is a flaming pile of hot topic clothes and used hair spray cans. But if I had to list the number of people I'd want fighting beside me, you'd be right up there at the top. And for that reason, I can tolerate you." You explain.

Noell stares at you for a moment, his face torn between being offended by your insult or being pleased by your respect.

After a few seconds, he speaks, "Hmph, what a coincidence. I also hate you and your garbage personality, but I respect your tenacity. You're a weakling with no skill and I could probably kill you with one arm tied to my left leg, but I must respect your spine." Noell explains

"You have the steel will of a true warrior and something about you that draw others to fight alongside you. Maybe If you were a little less of an uncultured pig, I could do more than tolerate your existence." Noell compliments.

You laugh and respond, "Maybe if you weren't such a buzzkill, we could be friends. But I doubt it." You say with a smile.

Noell looks down for a moment and then speaks, "Then, perhaps you could teach me." He states.

"What?" you say.

"I hate to admit it, but you're right. I'm a buzzkill and I haven't really known what it's like to call someone a 'friend'." He answers.

The smile leaves your face, you speak, "Really? I know I made fun of you and all, but you've never actually had a friend?" you question.

"You're penniless mongrel so perhaps you wouldn't understand. But when you're the prince of one of the most powerful kingdoms on the planet, everyone tends to look at you differently." Noell starts.

"They look at you as if you're too important to talk too. And those who don't, see you as a nice trading piece for getting on the royal family's good side. No one has ever called me 'friend' because they like 'me', they like 'the prince'." He finishes.

You listen silently as Noell opens up to you.

he continues, "But you're different. You know of my identity as prince, yet you still make fun of me and argue with me without thinking twice. If I'm being honest.." He trails off as he thinks for a moment.

You lean in and wait for his response.

"...It's one of the most unpleasant experiences I've ever been privy to, I earnestly wish death upon you and your kin." He finishes.

You pull back as face turns sour after that statement, "And the moment's ruined, I thought you were going to say something heartfelt. But in the end, an emo douche is an emo douche huh? Screw off." You state angrily as you turn away.

"But..." He says suddenly, stopping as you turn the knob.

"But, I'm willing to give you a chance to change my opinion. Perhaps spending time with someone like you is exactly what I need to gain a 'heart'. So I'm..." Noell trails off as he gets up off the bed.

You notice that the muscle relaxants have worn off and it looks like he's fully capable of moving his arms again. He walks over to you and extends his hand, "I'm willing to call you my friend. Are you willing to call me that?" he questions in a serious tone.

What will you do?

>Take his hand

>Turn out the door.

>>2265467
>Take his hand, look him in the eye, and with a smile say "I'm willing to try"

>>2265490

>Writing

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you look at his outstretched hand, then to the door. The temptation to walk right out this door and not even acknowledge his request is strong. But when you look into his eyes, you can see a glimmer of hope in them, one you just can't ignore.

You just can't bring yourself to turn this knob and walk out the door. You slowly let go of the doorknob and take his hand into yours. You shake his hand as you speak, "Make sure I don't regret this you annoying bastard." you say with a smile.

"I was about to say the same, you loud fool." Noell returns your shake with a tight yet friendly grip.

>Relationship Established: Noell Cromwell, 72nd Prince of Brenho.

"Now will you stop talking to me, I have to get ready for the exam." You tell him as you let go of his hand.

"Of course, I must also make preparations, one of the first being awakening my useless cow of an assistant. You'd best leave now, it won't be pretty." Noell states as he glares down at the sleeping figure of Florette.

"What about Etheline?" You ask.

"Ah yes, her." Noell walks up to Ehteline's sleeping body and picks her up off the floor and places her head on the side of the bed.

He then walks over to the bathroom and grabs one of the tall glasses from last night and fills with cold water. He comes back and splashes Etheline directly in the face.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! That's cold! That's cold!" She shouts as she wakes up and attempts to get the freezing water off her face.

"I've had enough of you simpletons lazing about in my room. You do know what day it is today? Get moving to your own room." Noell states.

Etheline brings herself up with a sad look on her face, "Owwwwww, my head hurts..." She states groggily.

"That's what happens when you follow these drunken fools in their merry-making. Drink some juice along with ginger and the pain should subside a little. Now leave." Noell commands.

"Fine, fine...fricking grumpypants.." Etheline grumbles as she gets up and leaves.

Etheline says good morning to you as you both walk out the door and head to your respective rooms.

You proceed to walk to your room and once you enter, you notice something strange.

There’s a small suitcase placed in here which wasn't here before. You think there might have been one in Noell’s room but you thought that was just his travel equipment. If you had to guess, this probably has something to do with the exam that begins in an hour.

You walk over to the suitcase and pick it up, the weight of the luggage takes you by surprise as you have to put some effort in to pull it up to your bed. Once you do, you quickly open the suitcase and find three things. A set of climbing gear for scaling mountains, a long bungee cord with hooks at the end of it and a One Size-Fits-All snow jacket.

It doesn’t even take you a moment to figure out what this means. You move over to the large window in your room and put stick your head outside. During your talk with Noell, you neglected to really examine the current progress of the train after you woke up, during your sleep, it seems the train has long left the great trees of the Moonlight forest behind and now, you can only see miles of white ahead of you.

Yes, nothing but miles of snow.

You suddenly understand what Ami was getting at last night, you questioned if the Hunter exam’s first stage would take place on an active volcano since they kept focusing on the temperature factor.

She answered “Hohoho, You're cold, really cold.". This must be what she meant, it’s not an active volcano you’re climbing up, it’s going to be a freezing mountain, which you’ll have to climb down

You knew that giggle meant nothing good. These suitcases must be sort of starter’s set for mountain descending considering how barebones it is. You received rations along with your prize, something this case sorely lacks along with many other essentials like snow goggles or a camping set.

This is a survival pack for suicidal idiots, your prize pack must have been the other half of the supplies this pack is missing, now you understand why you aren’t supposed to tell anyone else about what it is. You could get stabbed for being one of the 4 people who has a whole survival kit rather than a bootleg one.

>>2265684
Time for Mt. Kill-a-manjaro

You stuff the rest of the kit into your duffle bag with the rest of your prize from last night. You then get to work on getting out of your alcohol-scented bartender vest and pants as you head to take a short shower and put on a new set of cleaning smelling clothes.

You look at the cotton jacket for a moment before deciding to stuff in your duffle bag and attach your temperature regulator to your belt. You won’t be needing it just yet. You collect yourself as walk out your room and begin to make your way to the Lunch cars.

“Good morning aspiring Hunter! I hope you’re all ready, because today’s exam day!” You hear the overly-cheerful voice of Sheldon pop out of the Intercoms as you walk.

“I hope you all enjoyed the show last night, even if we did lose half the footage due to our actors being a little too rambunctious in their fighting. But it doesn’t matter if our actors are terrible at their jobs, as long as we all have fun right!? I’m not angry at all!” Sheldon shouts out.

“The passive-aggressive jokes don’t help your case Sheldon…” you whisper to yourself.

“But enough about that! I’m just glad to see so many healthy, young men and women taking on this exam with such vigor! Ambition and high energy are good traits for a Hunter!” Sheldon exclaims with excitement.

“Yeah, let’s just hope they don’t make vigorous, high-energy corpses. Those are the worst to clean up…” You hear Ami add from behind Sheldon.

“Make sure you eat a big breakfast and have your affairs in order!” Sheldon continues you on without acknowledging his sister.

“Now, I’m sure you’ve already noticed the little care package we’ve left in your rooms and guessed what this first exam is going to be about. So, I’m not going to lie, this is an elimination round.” Sheldon confesses.

“Every single year we have nearly 10,000 applicants, all vying for the chance to gain the legendary Hunter license. However, the Hunter Organization only takes the best of the best. It doesn’t matter if you’re greedy, amoral, selfish, charitable, saintly or benevolent. Our chairman Netero only accepts one thing, strength. The strength to make change.” Sheldon declares.

“So, step up to the plate. Get ready to take ahold of your life, because if you don’t, it will slip right of your fingers before you know it. We'll be arriving in 30 minutes aspiring hunters. Be ready to take what’s yours.” Sheldon shuts off the intercom with those inspiring yet foreboding words.

There he goes trying to put pressure on everyone again. You’ve got used to it by now, but the 5000 other applicants are probably pissing their pants right now.

You confirm your idea when you reach the lunch cars and look around to see the forlorn and worry-riddled faces of the people within it.

You hold a very silent breakfast while trying your best not to get pulled into the depressing mood. You look outside the window while you eat and observe the inclining landscape of snow outside.

It’s hard to notice through on the train, but you’re currently climbing a snowy mountain, and not just any snowy mountain. You did your research back on the airship, this is the tallest mountain in kukan-yu Kingdom and 9th tallest mountain range in the entire world. Stacking up at 11,248 meters tall, with most expeditions to reach the top taking up to 3 months complete.

Mt. Kill-Aman-Jaro.

Known as Kukan-yu national treasure and greatest tourist site, well, they call it tourist site. But it's more honest to call it tourist sight, as no actually gets near the mountain. They have viewing areas which you can watch the mountain from a safe distance as the mountain is known as kingdom's most deadly climb.

The only reason you’re able reach this high on the infamous mountain is because this monster train is riding along an abandoned train rail which leads to a village known as Turnablot, which was meant to be a trade and transport city to travel from Zaban city to the anywhere in the Kukan-yu kingdom.

That was until they realized that the mountain is a complete deathtrap filled with hostile wildlife, constantly changing extreme weather conditions and a lack of sustainable resources. Truly only the most suicidal of thrill seekers would ever climb this doom mountain.

And yet here you are, literally taking a train right to the top of this frozen hellscape. How many puppies did you murder in a previous life to deserve this shit?

Well, no use complaining now. You finish breakfast and head back to get your stuff as the train begins to close in on its destination.

Taking a break to eat. Let's see how many people roll in while I do

>>2265872

I'm back.

>Writing

>30 minutes later

PHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

You pull yourself up from your bed as you hear the train coming to a stop. You look outside the window and see houses coating the once empty frozen land. It seems you’ve arrived. You quickly get out of your room and head out along with other applicants toward the first car of the train.

Once you reach, you head out of one of the open doors and step outside and look around. The houses before you have clearly been long abandoned. The building of this village back in 1800s was meant to create a turning point in the Kukan-yu economy by creating a prosperous merchant center at the top of this mountain to be able to trade and deliver goods anywhere in the kingdom using trains.

It was once a wealthy and prosperous town. But now the merchant city is nothing more then a ghost town with nothing more then a wealth of corpses and dust to its name.

You step into the thick snow of the village, your combat boots can barely compensate for proper snow boots, but they do the trick for now as you trek through snow and head for the village center where the rest of the group is heading.

As you approach, you look up to see a half-collapsed, old stone statue. It depicts two men in business suits shaking hands as they pass a bag of some expensive material or money to one another. However, the head of the first man has been separated from the body and the other man is missing one arm and looks ready to fall of the pedestal at any moment.

Everyone gathers in the large town square and listen as the Carlton twins speak to the crowd, “Welcome, apprising hunters. To the first test of the Hunter Exam.” Sheldon starts.

“Please take a moment to look around and exam the area around you, this place is known as the town of Turnabolt. Zaban’s Great city of Merchants.” Ami states as she holds her hand out to present the dead village around.

“Well, as you can see, it’s not as great as it was in the past. You see There was once a grand project set up by the Kukan-yu government. This project was known ‘Turnabout’ from which the town gets its name. This town was meant to be a central hub for trade across the country.” Ami explains.

“It worked for a while, the kingdom saw an increase in national product and revenue, that was until the village was assaulted repeatedly by the wildlife and which drove any humans living here out of here. Of course, that meant that the rail they were building also failed which cost the kingdom far more then it earned.” Ami continues.

“Ever since then, this village along with the train line leading up to it have been abandoned and striked off any modern map of Zaban with no one ever to return to it. That is, until we of the Hunter Association pulled you up to test your survival skills in Extreme conditions.” Sheldon finishes.

"The first test of the Hunter exam is for you to climb down from this village and reach the area for the second area of the exam. Please look to the feet of this statue." Sheldon points at the bottom of the statue's pedestal and you see what looks like an old, red marker flag.

"This flag was placed here by the fastest man to ever climb this mountain. His name was Nick Landusfus, before him, most climbers would take the safe route and reach the top of the mountain in three months. He went took a more unconventional route and only took Two months to climb it." Ami explains.

"As such, we believe that if a normal man can climb this mountain in two months. Then a real Hunter can do it in two weeks!" Sheldon exclaims.

The exclamation brings much dismay to the people in the crowd, yourself in included.

You hear an assortment of voices, "Two weeks! I knew this was going to be hard, but seriously!" You hear a man shout in fear.

"It's freezing out here. They expect us to survive two weeks in this hellhole?" You hear a woman say.

"I wanna go home..." You hear a man whimper.

You don't say anything but you understand the feeling. Climbing a mountain in two weeks sounds physically impossible.

The twins bring their hands up to quiet the crowd, "Yes, yes. We understand why you'd be worried. But Hunters have to venture out to dangerous places for missions all the time, usually to save people who can't escape from the extreme conditions themselves. This means having to in survive dangerous conditions with a small window of time to act in." Ami explains.

"Besides, if we were to rate this exam on the Hunter mission rating system. This would receive an E-rank. Not even considered a challenge." Sheldon states.

"So we expect the real hunters to pass this first exam with ease. Your only objective is to reach the bottom of the other side of the mountain. You should see a Blue flag there, if you've reached it before two weeks have passed. Then you've passed the first test." Ami states.

"With all that explained, would you please look to your left." Sheldon requests.

You comply with the request and look over to a row of boxes to your left. "Those boxes contain two items you'll be needing for the duration of this exam. Please form organized lines and collect what is within." Sheldon asks.

Everyone follows Sheldon's instructions, you enter a long line and eventually reach one of the large wooden boxes. You look down inside the box and find two items separated into two sections.

One section holds a stack white, plastic badges with numbers on them. While the other holds what looks like a pile of maps.

You take one of the badges which reads 339. The maps are actually stapled on in stacks of three each, so everyone takes three maps and head back to the Twins.

After everyone has three maps and a badge, the twins continue, "Those badges are known as Hunter Badges. They contain a tracker which will allow us to track your progress and a sensor so we can know if your in mortal danger and can no longer take the exam." Sheldon explains.

"They also work as dog-tags for us to send back to your families in the cases where your corpse is so unrecognizable that we can't identify you." Ami adds on.

"You'll wear those badges until the completion Hunter Exam. The maps on the other hand, only exist for this particular test. Could you please take a look at them while you put on your badge." Sheldon requests.

You tack your Hunter badge through your vest as you examine the map. There are three maps, one which depicts a red line running from this town which is the labelled The start all the way through a mountainous path which leads to bottom of the mountain, which is labelled the finish line.

Second one depicts what looks like a set of cave paths which also lead to the bottom of the mountain. And the third one depicts a huge forest, which looks considerable shorter than the rest.

"Those maps will be your guide to the bottom and our final gift to all of you. You have a choice between three paths." Ami states while holding up three fingers.

"The first path is called the Mountain Path. This is the path most normal climbers use, on average it would take three months to climb it but it's also the least hazardous path. You'll be more constrained on time, but you'll have a considerable lower chance of dying." Ami explains as she pulls down one finger.

"The second one is called The Cravens. This mountain houses a series of ice caves that lead from the top all the way to the bottom of the mountains. They're not exactly safe, but much faster than the mountain path." She continues as she brings down a second finger.

"And finally, we have the Forest Path. This is the path that Nick Landusfus used. Needless to say, this is the quickest route, but also the most dangerous. We recommend only the most brave and confident of our applicants choose this path." They explain.

"That basically wraps the main explanation of this test and our parts in this exam. This is where we shall say our goodbyes." Sheldon states.

"What you're not going to meet us at the bottom!?" You hear a woman shout out from the back.

"Unfortunately not. Yes, we know, you'll miss us dearly. But we were just couriers,we were tasked to bring you young men and women here and nothing else. We shall be taking our train back down the mountain and returning to monitoring the exam from a safe distance. We're so sorry that we have to leave you." Sheldon explains in a sad tone.

"Before we go, we're willing to answer a few questions. But make sure to make them quick, If we don't return soon, the chairman will get very angry with us." Ami explains.

What will you ask?

>What's the wildlife here like?

>What kind of hazards are there?

>Which Path would you recommend?

>Where will you two go?

>How do we set up camp?

[Only pick two]

>>2266519
>>What kind of hazards are there?
>What's the wildlife here like?

>>2266519
>What's the wildlife here like?
>What kind of hazards are there?

>>2266523
>>2266551

>Writing

You raise your hand and get acknowledged by Sheldon, "Yes, what is it you wish to know, my blonde Casanova?" Sheldon asks.

You feel a pang of rage, but resist it as you speak, "What kinda animals wander this place?"

You've already done your research, it never hurts to ask in case, Sheldon answers, "Well, there's a variety of them on this mountain. Some small, some big, but all generally deadly." He states.

"If you go down the mountain path, you should expect to run into wild packs of Yaktracks. They're a docile, but very territorial set of mountain animals that are known to attack travelers that bother them. They're actually pretty harmless and cute, so you really don't have to worry about them." Ami explains.

"If you plan to go into the caves, then you'll have to watch out for wild packs of Sprivoles. They're a breed of wolf that have the appearance of a spirit and tend to attack people they see wandering in the caves. They shoot out fog from their hides, so if you get assaulted by a pack of them, you'll probably get lost afterwards. If you survive the encounter." Sheldon explains.

"And then we have the forest..."They both say in Unison.

"It'd probably be best if you didn't know what goes in that place, you're not going to take that path are you?" Ami asks in a concerned voice.
Boy, that sure makes you feel confident in your chances in survival if you take that path. You want to ask what they mean by that, but you can already feel yourself regretting that choice, so you choose to ask your second question instead, "What kind of harzards should we expect?"

"Normal death mountain stuff. Steep cliffs, ice ridges, sudden pitfalls, avalanches, etc.." Ami explains.

"Really? there's no special hazards we have to worry about? Ones you won't tell us because you want to leave as a surprise?" You question.

"What little trust! We would never withhold information that could cost you your life, My Blonde Survivor. There are no extra tricks, you can expect any of the normal threats of climbing mountain to be here and nothing else." Sheldon exclaims as he turns away

"If we had to say anything special about this place, it was once a large volcano before some plates shifted and made it permanently dormant. So it might be a little hot at certain parts of the mountain. But other then that, we have no secrets. We're offended to hear you think of us like that!" Ami states as she turns away as well.

You wouldn't be so skeptical if you weren't used to being played a fool by these two deadly tricksters.

I'm stopping for the night. Goodnight for now anons.

I have returned.

>Writing

A random man from in the crowd raises his hand, Ami acknowledges him, "How will we get food? You can't expect us not to eat for two weeks right?" He asks.

"You're planning to be Hunter right? Then learn to do some hunting. Most creatures in this place are fully edible when cooked. Heck, Yaktrack meat is considered a delicacy of Zaban." She explains.

A random woman from the crowd raises her hand, Sheldon acknowledges her, “And where will we find a place to cook all this? Your crappy care package didn’t include any camping equipment.” She asks.

“Didn’t you hear what my sister just said? You want to be a Hunter, right? No Real Hunter would ever need a proper camping set to survive the nights. You can figure out a way to sleep without it.” He scolds.

A stream of hands from the crowd fly with similar question, each one was shot down the same way by the twins, eventually the Twins got fed up and speak, “Ahhhhhhhh! You bunch of spineless cowards! If you’re really that scared of taking the test, then you can follow us back to the train and watch the rest of the exam with us before we send you home!” Ami shouts

"Now, now sister. There is no shame in being coward. Cowards are factually proven to live longer than everyone else. They're also significantly smarter than most people." Sheldon states.

"Which scientist are you pulling those facts from" Ami questions.

"I don't know his name. He ran away because he was too scared of arguing with me." Sheldon admits.

The twins then proceed to walk back towards the train. You watch as many people look down in contemplation and worry, before reluctantly and shamefully following them.

You see a several people shaking their heads as roughly 500 people follow the twins back to the train. You can’t fault them though, you can take the Hunter exam as many times as you want, but you only get one chance at life. Maybe next year’s exam will be less life-threatening or something they’re good at.

Either way, it’s not exactly brave, but the smart thing would be to use this chance to plan for next year since you can just come again. But you don’t have that chance, you can’t return to the bar empty-handed. There are no second chances for you, or anyone else who choose to stay here now.

With that in mind. You’d best not screw around anymore, people have already begun to walk off toward they’re various choices. Look like most people are heading down the mountain path and the caverns. Basically no one is heading for the Forest path, not surprising after the warnings the twins issued by the twins.

The question is, where will you go?

>The Mountain Path

>The Cravens

>The Forest

>Check which people are going where.

>>2268168
>Check which people are going where.
Might as well check before we go ahead. Also does our prize even help us if we choose to go to the cravens or forest?

>>2268218
Yes it does. It will help no matter which path you choose.

Also this prompt will stick around for a bit longer while I wait for people to file in. Kinda important.

>>2268232
I agree with that I don't know about you but for me you choose a kinda early time I just got home and was surprised to see that you had started this early on a weekday for such a big choice

>>2268218
Supporting this

>>2268218
may as well

I'll wait 15 more minutes before writing.

>>2268274
>>2268275
Glad to see more people here I was feeling lonely

Seems this is all we'll get for now.

>Writing

You take a quick look around and try and find who is going down each path.

You look to the mountain path and see a large crowd beginning to take the long trek down the mountain. At first you can't see anyone you know, but then you see a huge green machine with a Pink-haired girl speeding down the path, blowing past everyone else.

Guess Etheline got over her Hang-over. Other then her, you see Noell and Florette heading down to the Caverns. Everything about the duo seems fine, but you can swear that Florette is walking with a slight limp...Nah, must just be your imagination.

You look over to forest path and see no one for a moment, but before you turn away, you see a very excited man in white clothes hopping into the forest like red riding hood on bandaged legs. Figures a madman like Bradford would take the riskiest option. You can only hope his fighting skills are as great as his voice.

You can't see anyone else you know, so what now?

Where will you go?

>Go down the Mountain Path with Etheline

>Go through The Cravens with Florette and Noell

>Head into The Forest with Bradford

>>2268385
>Head into The Forest with Bradford
Even if it's more dangerous if we can get through it quick enough there will be less danger and if we get unlucky we'll be able to make up for lost time

>>2268407
Also considering a normal man could do it it's not like our chances are ridiculously low plus we get to form a new bond which will be nice. But if anyones got any arguments for a different path I'd be happy to hear them this is an important choice

>>2268385
>>Head into The Forest with Bradford

>>2268482
Moon? You do this quest I don't think I've ever seen you before unless you usually remove your name when participating in other quests

Boy oh boy. My temptation to just accept the two votes and move on is strong.

But I want to be sure that no else wants anything different. So I shall wait 20 more minutes.

>>2268385
>>Go through The Cravens with Florette and Noell

>>2268634
Do you want to argue this point before we it's too late to change our minds

>>2268673
Brandon is a psycho and we're trying to make freinds with them. Also best fighter and follower combo. What we lose in time we gain in strength and less batshit animals.

>>2268684
For the 1st point I don't think he's that insane. He's suicidal but he seems honest and simple and even if we go to the same place we can avoid him

I don't really have anything to argue the second point other than the fact that we may slow him down

>>2268482
>>2268634
>>2268673

Looks like forest it is then.

Hope you guys don't regret this choice later...

>Writing

>>2268684
Plus I think you're underestimating the time we save it saved that normal guy a whole month and if it's suppose to take a hunter 2 weeeks what a normal guy did in 2 months then it's a real huge difference

>>2268732
At the cost of being super duper lethal hard mode. Where one bad roll kills us or costs us weeks.

>>2268730
We probably are but what's the hunter exam without risks

>>2268734
A normal guy survived 2 months in there a hunter should be able to survive 1-2 weeks

>>2268739
He was the only man who did so, and we are basically a Leorio tier scrub.

>>2268743
Didn't we punch a rock thrown from the apex predator to dust with 1 hand. Plus we have the prize to help us survive

>>2268745
With 1 hand grabbing a treee*

>>2268745
Prize is for temperature not monsters. And the monsters here are worse than in faggy faerie forest, which should have killed us outright anyways. We are still a scrub compared to anyone with a real
Shot at being a hunter.

>>2268762
The qm specified that the prize would help us no matter which path we picked there's more than just a temp regulator and if we don't have a real shot at being a hunter we might as well bored that train and go home because it's only gonna get harder from here this is only phase 1

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You look down at the map in your hands and turn to the third page which displays the forest path. You proceed to remove the two other maps as they would just be burdensome considering your choice.

You don't really know what compels you take this path, especially after the continuous warnings the Carlton twins gave you. But hey, maybe you've grown to love putting yourself in mortal danger since you started this Exam.

Thrill-seeking tendencies aside, you pull up your dufflebag and turn on your temperature regulator. The number on the screen displays -38.8*C. A Red light then turns on which causes the small ball to release a much needed wave of heat all over your body.

The heat isn't strong enough to complete stave off the frost, but you should be fine to walk around in your normal outfit for with the sun out and shining down on you.

With all that sorted out, you walk through and exit the desolate remains of the merchants town and head into the forest.

You look up as you enter the silent and windy forest. The trees aren't nearly as tall as the Moonlight Forest, but they are certainly tall enough to cast shade over the entire area.

You pull out your map of the area and examine it once again. One of the benefits of this path is that it is extremely short. By your estimate, it won't you longer than a week's walk to reach the bottom from here. This path was originally the quickest way between Turnabolt and bottom of the mountain, but regular attacks by bandits and beasts led to immediate shut down.

Unlike the other paths, this one has a path that's been dug out, although it's long been covered in snow.

This means you're sure to reach in the time limit, if you make it out alive.

Well, you can't keep acting coy. You choose this place, so you'll just have to take anything that come your way.

Question is, how will take your venture of this place?

>Slow and steady wins the race: Let's avoid dashing or moving reckless, you'll stick to the beaten path and just walk for now.

>Jump through the trees: Walking around is just going to get you ambushed, you best move fast and move high to avoid encounters

>>2268762
>>2268785

There seems to be a small misconception about the level of Derricks abilities. So allow me to clear it up.

I know by the way I've been writing that Derrick may not seem very powerful. But I've actually scaled him up to be about Gon's strength during the Hunter Exam arc. That may not seem like much, but that's only because (Just like Gon back in the Hunter Exam arc) Everyone else is much stronger than he is.

Remember when Hisoka discovered him back in the forest and knocked him out and nearly killed him in one punch? That's only because Hisoka was ridiculously stronger than Gon was at that point.

But Gon was also able to knock out most adult men with in a one-on-one fight and even forced Netero to take him on with both hands. The same can apply to Derrick.

He may seem weak now, but more he fights, the better he gets. One of the best parts of Hunter x Hunter was watching weak characters take down stronger character through strategy or legitimate effort. So I am taking the same approach here.

I don't think you anons came here for a power fantasy, right?

>>2268855
I agree with everything here anons here underestimate Derrick but he's a real force of nature in is own right it's just there multiple people that can use nen or have been training there whole lives at something. Plus we choose to be smartypants Derrick so we just don't go "hurr durr I punched a thing"

>>2268825

>Slow and steady wins the race: Let's avoid dashing or moving reckless, you'll stick to the beaten path and just walk for now.

>>2268825
>Jump through the trees: Walking around is just going to get you ambushed, you best move fast and move high to avoid encounters

>>2268825
>Jump through the trees: Walking around is just going to get you ambushed, you best move fast and move high to avoid encounters
Can we use ??? (Zetsu) to help avoid encounters even better?

>>2268909
Yes you can, but you'd have to roll for it.

>>2268875
>>2268878
>>2268909

Looks like Jump through the trees wins.

>Writing

>>2268785
The temperature changes and extremes were going to be on all levels. The monsters were the issue for us. We essentially chose nightmare mode as someone who’s still a nub.
>>2268855
We have been so hilariously outclassed it’s not funny. And the other anon is basically saying “ well if we can’t fight Hisoka right now we have no chance at this” which is utter bullshit as all the routes are more or less viable, exchanging ease of speed for deadlines of creatures, he’s expecting that right now we have to be able to fight something Sheldon and Amy would rather not and win. Trying to be all tough and powerful and posturing. With now or never is utter stupidity since at that point all we are doing is fucking ourself by over reaching.

>>2268949
Keep in mind you're the one that said we're a scrub compared to anyone who has a shot at being a real hunter I was just telling you that if that was the case we shouldn't be here.

You're comparing the forest to Hisoka. Becuase I think a hunter has a better chance at fighting Hisoka for 1 week vs a normal guy fighting Hisoka for 2 months

You take the Dufflebag from your arm and pull it up to your shoulders as you stretch your arms and legs. Once you feel your muscles have been properly exercised, you get down and take a bullet start stance.

You bring your legs up and kick off at full speed as you dash your way full force into the forest. You build up and take a massive leap as you jump to the top of one of the nearby trees and land on it's branches.

You then jump from tree to tree while staying near the path. This certainly isn't the most conspicuous means of travel, but if you do this for the rest of the path, you'll reach the goal in four days. Your stamina isn't nearly as great as your brains, but you can probably keep this going for about 5 hours before you'll need a break.

>Roll 1d100

>DC:50

Rolled 45 (1d100)

>>2268995

Rolled 10 (1d100)

>>2268995

>>2268998
>>2269007

Ah, I see the dice gods are still on a war path from yesterday.

Hopefully the third roll will be good.

>>2269014
God I hope so. I'm gonna wait a little bit before re-rolling becuase fortunately there seems to be a lot of people today

Rolled 25 (1d100)

>>2269020
I guess I'll just roll now

Rolled 14 (1d100)

>>2269049
for lelz

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>>2269049
>>2269054

Ummmmmmmmmmmmmm, Let's wait on a third roller, alright?

>>2268998
>>2269007
>>2269049
>>2269054
What the hell is wrong with the rolls today? Did we anger the dice gods

>>2269057
Thank you. You're a kind God

Rolled 47 (1d100)

>>2268995

Rolled 60 (1d100)

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>>2269143

Ahhhhh, it seems that fate has long decided this roll.


If only >>2269149 was a moment faster.

>Rolled 47

>The taste of failure is bitter indeed.

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>2 hours later, 12:03 PM. The first day

You continue your dash without break before finally stopping at a fork in the road. You take this moment to check your map and take your bearings. You crouch down on the tree and look up to see the day has reached high noon from the position of the sun.

You look into your bag and take out two things, your map and a small journal. You take the small journal and write down the time, the day and events that transpired. This way you'll be able to keep a track of time without having to take out your phone and waste battery on it.

It also doubles up as a death memoir if some random idiot comes trekking up this path and needs help learning the way out or what deadly beast to watch out for. You take a moment to scribble down your first note as you check your map to see which way you'll be heading now.

"First entry, 12:00 PM, noon. Just entered the forest a few hours ago, nothing has happened yet. Everything is peaceful so far." You write.

BANG

GRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

However, before you can check your map, you hear the sound of gunfire and what sounds like the roar of some ungodly beast!

You quickly get up and look around to find which way the noise is coming from and which crazy bastard would be stupid enough to fight anything in this forest.

Right as you finish that thought, you see someone jump below your tree with a shotgun in their hand and an excited smile on their face as they speak, "Is that all you got you furry bitch! Why don't you try and hit me for once, Ass-fart!?" He vulgarly shouts out.

Oh, that crazy bastard.

You look over to the direction he's shouting in and see a towering monstrosity standing a few meters away. It has the head of a bear with the body of an extremely roided-out ape with claws that look they would rip a man in half with a single swipe.

GRAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

The veins on its neck bulge as it lets out another rage-filled roar, "Now that's what I'm talking about you butch-ass Bitch! Gimme your best shot!" Bradford shouts as he readies his shotgun.

The monster then charges forward, tearing down every tree in it's line of sight as it barrels toward Bradford with a lust for blood in it's eyes. You then realize you have the unfortunate fate of being on one of the trees that the beast has in it's path.

As you prepare to jump away, you bring your journal back up as you strike-through your previous note and write, "Nevermind, this place is a fucking death-trap."

I'll continue posting tomorrow. Goodnight for now anons.

>>2269214
Thanks for running see you tomorrow

The thread restarts now. Time for survival.

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The tree you once stood on comes crashing down as the monster charges through forest like a bloodthirsty bull. You barely manage to avoid falling with the tree and being squished under a pile of sharp wood.

You fall and land in a roll which comes to a stop when you crash into Bradford and cause him to topple over into the snow, “What the actually fuck!?” he shouts as falls to the ground and scatters the snow upon impact.

You quickly recover and hop back to your feet as you look around to find the beast behind you, brushing off the wood dust and splinters from it's hairy body. You look to the 9ft tall muscle-bound creature as it breaths heavily and slowly turns to face you with an angry glare.

As you focus on the beast, Bradford pulls himself from the snow and speaks, “Who the fuck has the balls to knock me over while I’m having fun!? I’ll kill you-Wait a minute, is that you Derrick!?” He shouts excitedly as his angry frown turns to a glee-filled smile.

He pulls himself from the snow and throws his arm over your shoulder as he pulls you in close, “Where have you been, you blonde fuck!? I was looking for you back in the train before Noell interrupted me!”

You quickly throw his arm off you and speak, “Don’t causally greet me right now you insane dumbass! Can’t you see that abomination's gearing up to rip us to bloody shreds!?”

“Yeah! It’s fucking awesome right! This is the kinda shit that gets your blood pumping right!?” He asks.

“ Hell no! Do I look suicidal to you!? Where did you even find that beast!?” you question.

“Well, I was just hopping on my merry way to the end goal when I heard this ungodly snoring coming from the inside of the forest. So, I walk towards the noise and then I found this big bitch sleeping like a log in a cave!” He explains.

While he explains, the beast slowly begins to approach the two of you, “Yo! save the explanation for later! The beast is coming!” You pull at him to get moving.

“Shut up! I’m almost done explaining!” He slaps your hand away and continues, “So, I walk in the cave and take a look at the cunt. She looks like she’s taken enough steroids to make Mike Tyson cry and probably rape him too! So, my first thought is ‘Damn, I would to go a round with this monster’. But then the bitch wouldn’t wake up no matter how many times I poke her!” He explains

“Ah! Did I mention that thing’s a woman!?” He exclaims

“Do I look like I give a shit!? Just move already!” you shout impatiently as you turn around to dash away.

“Hold on! I’m just getting to the good part!” He grabs you by the collar before you can move.

The beast snarls and prepares itself to charge at you again. You know this beast, it’s a Breater. They’re a species of carnivores which often roam large forest or snowy mountains. Most travel guides would advise you avoid going near them or their territory for your own safety.

However, they’re usually far more docile, often choosing to scare most people away rather than flat out attack them.

Not to mention it should be hibernating season for this beast. Which begs the question. Why is she awake and why is she so pissed!?

“So, as I was saying, I tried waking the bitch softly, but no matter how hard I poked or kicked her she snored like a lazy dumbass. I got fed up, so I took out my shotgun and put two shots into the bitch’s roof. And let me tell you, that woke her right up!” He says while laughing.

Oh, that’s why.

The beast finishes it’s preparations and begins to dash off at you once again.

What will you do?

>Pull Bradford along as you run away.

>Leave Bradford behind as you run.

>Stay and fight with Bradford.

>Use Bradford as a human Shield as you fight.

>>2270100
>Pull Bradford along as you run away
He probably won't want to come but it's the most Derrick thing to do right now

>>2270136

>Time to be the good guy.

>Roll1d100
>DC:65

Rolled 31 (1d100)

>>2270184
Hopefully the dice gods will be more merciful today

>>2270189
I'll re-roll now if it doesn't succeed we may have to wait a bit for more people

Rolled 58 (1d100)

>>2270196
Forgot to roll

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>>2270189
>>2270196
>>2270198
Silly anon. The Dice gods are never merciful.

Now we must wait.

Rolled 48 (1d100)

>>2270184

>>2270203
I gotta say this was a pretty productive session lol. We should probably just wait until whenever you're ready to start tomorrow and if nobody has rolled by then we'll go with what we have I doubt this is an instant kill roll anyway

Rolled 36 (1d100)

>>2270184
Watch me get a Nat 1

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I just discovered this is a thing, am currently making my way through the archive.
Just wanted to pop in and say that Rea is best girl. I wasn't ready to make that declaration until it was revealed that she belongs to the Church of Czechnology.
All praise be to Rea and her godlike taste in pistols.

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>>2271049
>>2271071

I come back from work, late in the afternoon and what do I walk into?

By the dice gods, I can't tell if these dice are cursed or all of you have pissed off a Gypsy some point in your lives.

Either way, it's clear that this test is going to be hell to pass for you all, especially with the path you've chosen.

>Rolled 58

>Writing.

https://youtu.be/wOT3wo708gE

The Breater wastes no time in restarting it’s charge. The force of its kickoff burrows two holes in the dirt where it once stood. You feel a slight gust of wind as it comes at you like a bullet train with its claws brought high to slash down upon you.

“Whoa! Look at that bitch go! Guess that means it’s go time!” Bradford shouts as he levels his Remington shotgun at the charging beast.

But before he can pull the trigger, you grab him by the collar and speak, “Yeah! It’s go time alright! Time to go away!” You shout as you attempt to pull aside and run.

But before you can pull him away, Bradford wrestles out of your hold and pushes you away, “What the fuck man! That’s twice now you’ve ruined my goddamn shot! Do you want us to die!?” He shouts at you.

You feel frustration and anger overtake you as you shout back, “That’s the last fucking thing I want to hear from you right now! Why the hell are you even trying to fight that thing!?” you ask.

“Because it’s stronger than me! Nothing gets me going harder than fighting someone I don’t know if I’ll be able to beat or not!” He answers.

“You can get yourself killed on your own time! For now, we need to-“

You don’t get the chance to finish your sentence as you see the raging figure of the Breater inches away from Bradford’s back, you waste no time pushing Bradford out of the way before dodging to the side. The beast's claws rend their way through the trees that were behind, completely shredding two of them to sawdust with no effort.

Bradford curses as he brings himself back up, “Fucking shit man! Thanks for the save, but you wouldn’t have to do that if you weren’t being such a pussy right now! Didn’t you say you enjoyed this kinda shit back on the train!?” He questions.

You get up and put on Thunderstruck and argue you back, “Yeah, I love a good fight! Not a one-sided massacre! And thanks to your dumbass, that’s exactly what's going to happen!” You state as you take a combat stance.

“It’s only going to be massacre if you don’t sack up and learn how to take a risk! Now stop being a bitch before the other bitch rips us a pair of new assholes!” He states as he levels his shotgun once again.

So much for escaping. The beast just blocked off your escape route. Getting away now will probably just result in you getting your legs chopped off, you’ll either have to take this beast down here or find a way to stun it long enough for you to escape.

But escaping with this fight-crazy bastard won’t be easy, plus you have to retrieve your map which you stuffed inside your dufflebag before falling.

A good idea at the time, but you didn’t think your bag would get sent flying in the opposite direction your trying to run away in. This won’t be an easy fight, but it’s one you’ll have to fight now.

How will you fight?

>Attack the beast legs and try to escape.

>Take the beast head-on and knock it out.

>Team up with Bradford and take down the beast.

>Team up with Bradford and escape from the beast.

>Write-in

>>2272067
>Team up with Bradford and take down the beast.

>>2272076

>Team up time.

>Roll1d100+10(+5 from combat gloves, +5 from teaming up with Bradford)

>DC:55

Rolled 56 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>2272115
I bet I'm gonna get a 14 again

>>2272117
At least we didn't fail 3 low DCs in a row

>>2272117

>Rolled 66

>Whoa! An actually success!

>Writing

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You look to Bradford and speak, "Hey idiot! If you're so gung-ho about fighting this beast, how about I help you out a little!" you offer.

"So you finally decided to grow a pair! Let's do this man, I'll distract her, you bash her fucking skull in!" He shouts.

He may be a crazy bastard, but at least he's also a cooperative bastard. You follow his orders as you begin to slowly maneuver your way to the beast's blindspot.

However, as you move the Breater notices you and brings up its claw to attack.

BANG

The sound of shotgun fire rings through the forest as blood spurts from the beasts right leg.

"What the fuck are you doing you steriods!? The real threats over here! Come on!" Bradford provokes.

The beasts staggers slightly from the pain of receiving a 12-gauge shell to the leg, but quickly recovers with a rage-filled roar. She then proceeds to turn away from you and attempts to attack Bradford.

That when your chance appears, you leap to the air and pull your fist back deliver a devastating hay-maker directly to the back of the Breater's head.

A wave of electricity flows from your glove, directly shocking the bear brain. The brain staggers and shakes, crashing into a nearby tree and causing it to topple over.

Damn, by the end of this fight, there might not be a forest left for you to walk through.

"Holy shit! You nearly knocked the bitch over in one punch! Did ya get blessed by the gods of thunder or some shit!?" Bradford asks, impressed by the electric force of your gloves.

"Less talking, more shooting you dumbass!" you shout, trying to steer the conversation away from your weapons.

But still, this is great! Even if your normal strikes don't work, electricity against exposed flesh never fails.

>Weakness learned! Electricity attacks work well against beasts.

>The enemy is stunned! No enemy counterattack.

What will you do?

>Keep on the attack

>Run away

>>2272185
>Keep on the attack

>>2272185
>>Keep on the attack

>>2272197
>>2272210

>Keep up the pressure!

>Roll 1d100+10

>DC:50

Rolled 25 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>2272219

Rolled 72 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>2272219

>>2272230
First roll to go over 60 in this thread that's lasted 3 fucking days

>>2272221
>>2272230
>>2272235

>Rolled 82

>Have the dice gods forgiven us?

>Writing.

>>2272245
Please don't jinx us lest they come back angrier

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The beast huffs and pants. It's rage begs it to drive it's legs forward, but the shock of your last punch has left it reeling for a moment of mercy.

And the last thing you're going to give this monster, is mercy.

"Yo Bradford!" You shout as you get bring yourself into a low combat stance.

He perks up as you continue with a smile on your face, "Wanna show this bitch a good time?" you ask, mimicking his voice.

What follows your question is a smile filled with so much glee that you're earnestly kinda disturbed by it, "Oh man Derrick, I couldn't have said it better myself. Let's fuck some shit up!" he shouts excitedly as he readies his shotgun.

You nod and dash forward as you deliver a powerful blow to the beast's right leg. Right in the spot where the 12 gauge burrowed into it's leg. The beasts lets out a pained groan as the shock is sent straight through the rest of it's body.

It falls to a knee, bringing it's head close to the ground. You maneuver around to it's face as you deliver a series of brutal, electrifying jabs to it's face. Once you begin to see burn marks getting etched into her flesh, you finish your combo by smashing Beast's temple with a left hook that sends it's head staggering away.

BANG

And right in line for Bradford's shot. The 12-gauge shell splashes hot lead across the beast face, causing it to fall to the ground in pain. Looks like that shot took out one of it's eyes.

"How do you like the taste of that teamwork! Not so tough are you now bitch!" He taunts

"How many times Do I have to tell you to shut the hell up and keep shooting! She's almost dead." You state.

As you say that, the beast proceeds to writhe in pain and starts slashing and clawing at everything in a blind fury. Both you and Bradford dodge away from it's razor sharp claws and watch as it picks itself and holds its missing eye.

"Looks to me like the bitch has some fight in her though! Shall we end this!?" He asks gleefully.

What will you do?

>Kill the beast.

>Escape now.

>>2272301
>>Kill the beast.

>>2272301
>Kill the beast.
But make it quick and painless Bradford did provoke it to attack him

>>2272306
>>2272313

>End the beast

>Roll 1d100

>No DC, the higher, the more brutal the death.

Rolled 46 (1d100)

>>2272325
>Higher more brutal
>Not making it quick and painless.

>>2272325
Shouldn't you make it the other way? This way nobody wants to roll.

>>2272330
>>2272345

Fine then, Quick and painless it is.

>Writing.

Rolled 53 (1d100)

>>2272325
SHIEET

>>2272347
G-god should I be worried that you sound disappointed we didn't torture an animal

The beast is no longer in a condition to fight. The injuries it's sustained have left it gripping at life, the battle heat made it hard for you to see, but now that it's beginning to fade, you can see that you've already done enough damage.

"Hey Derrick! We killing the bitch or not!?" Bradford shouts impatiently.

"Yeah, but I don't we need to team up for this one. I think she's down for the count." You state.

Bradford makes a curious face at your response, before realizing the beast's state himself, "Shit, you're right. No fun kicking the shit outta someone who can't fight back." He states as he throws his shotgun behind his back.

At least he isn't a sadist, you speak, "Can you put a shot in the back of her head or something? Make it quick." you ask.

"What, no! I don't kill what doesn't fight back. I love thrills! Not kills!" He states

"Fine. I'll do it then." You state reluctantly.

You know that killing beast is probably the very first job of a Hunter. But you still feel a little sad to kill an opponent that can't fight back, even if they were trying to kill you earlier.

You lower you're battle stance, but keep yourself ready as you approach it. You stand in front of the weakened beast, its loud roars and growls have been replaced by weak pants and gasps. The beast once stood as tall as the trees, but now that it's on its knees, nursing its destroyed eye, the beast seems strangely short.

You silently utter an apology as you grab the large beast neck with both arms and put your full-power into snapping it's neck. In one fluid motion, you completely separate the beast spine and windpipe, killing it instantly.

The beasts head rests at an odd angle for a moment before correcting itself and falling into the snow below.

You let out an exasperated sigh as you examine the destroyed remains of the area you and Bradford fought in. Surprisingly, neither you or Bradford got injured in that fight, you're just a bit winded after moving so much.

You move to retrieve your bag and journal. Once you pick up your scattered belongings, you look to Bradford and find him crouching down near the Breater's corpse and moving his arms.

>>2272364

Do I look like indulge in such horrid activities to you anon?

I was just letting the bloodlust cool off from writing too many combat post.

Anyway...

>Writing

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You walk back over to where Bradford is standing and find him with a bloody knife in his hand as he cuts away at the beasts coat and flesh. You dress back slightly upon seeing the pools of blood soaking Bradford's pants and suit.

He notices you behind him and speaks, "Oh don't mind me. I'm just making use of all of this sweet-ass hair that this bitch happened to be lugging around. Might make some steroid soup tonight."

"I figured as much, don't you already have a jacket though?" you ask.

"That thin piece of cotton couldn't warm up my dick. And since we already went to trouble of killing her and all that, might as well make use of her remains right? That's what a Hunter does." He states.

"You say that, but weren't you the one that woke her up? She wouldn't be dead right now if it wasn't for you." you counter.

"Hey man, don't sweat the small details. Want me to make a coat for you too? Plenty of fur to go around." He states as he offers you his knife.

>What do you say?

>No thanks, I think I'm just going to go.(Leave Bradford and continue walking)

>Nah, But once you're done, how about you follow me to the goal? (Take Bradford with you)

>Hell no! Why are you such an asshole man!? (Question Bradford)

>>2272429
>Don't need one. Why'd you wake it up anyways?

>>2272429
>>Nah, But once you're done, how about you follow me to the goal? (Take Bradford with you)

We should take some meat and cook it too, this trip is going to take several days at best after all.

>>2272429
>Nah, But once you're done, how about you follow me to the goal? (Take Bradford with you)
Make a temporary agreement to move together and not fuck each other over so that we can survive easier.

>>2272441
>>2272455
>>2272459

>Let's go on an adventure!

>Taking Bradford with you

"Nah, but once you're done, how about you follow me to the goal? I think we have a better chance of surviving together than going on our own." You ask.

Bradford looks at you strangely for a moment. before smiling from ear to ear, "Well aren't I the luckiest bastard in this godforsaken forest! I'd love to fight with you for the rest of this forest! This place won't know what hit it!" He shouts as he throws his bloody arm over your shoulder and pulls you in.

You quickly worm your way out of his hold and speak while you rub the blood off your vest, "We're not here to cause havoc, we're here to take the quickest way to the goal and get the hell out." You explain.

"Who says we can't do both! Just let me finish cutting this bitch up and we can get on our merry way! Are you sure you don't want that coat?" He asks again.

"No, I don't want a fur coat. Just hurry up so we can get moving." You order as you walk back to the path.

"You got it man! I'll try and make mince meat of riods here, so we can eat stew later!" he shouts at you as he goes back to stabbing at the Breater's corpse.

You really hope you don't regret this...

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>5 Hours later, 6:22 PM.

You take out your notebook and write, "It's been about 8 hours since I've entered this forest. Thankfully, I survived the beast attack with no injuries, making good progress for the first day. I've even gained an ally, There's only one problem-"

"Hey, Derrick! Are we there yet!?" Bradford shouts in your ear, interrupting your writing.

"- He's an annoying asshole." You finish your note before turning back to Bradford, who walks directly behind you.

"That's the 10th time you've asked that dumbass question. We're nowhere near the goal yet, so stop asking." you command.

"Well then how far away is it!? How much longer are we gonna have to walk!?" He shouts loud enough for the nearby birds to go flying away.

"Will you stop shouting for a second. You might attract predators. And you have a map yourself, why don't you just check?" you question.

"Another beast attack sounds exciting right about now. Also I lost my map back during the fight with steroids, so I can't check anymore." Bradford says in a bored voice.

"Stop trying to get us attacked by deadly beasts! And how the hell were you going to get back without a map?" you ask.

"Well there's a path right? I could just follow that. If I was really fucking desperate, I could just head back to the ghost town and get another one." He explains.

Well there was about 500 maps remaining thanks to all the people leaving, so he isn't wrong. But still, "Well I've got the map. And I'm telling you we've still got a ways to go before we reach the goal. So shut up and walk." You command

>>2272524
Being Derrick is suffering

>30 minutes later.

"Hey, Derrick! Are we there yet!?" Bradford shouts in your ear for the 13th time.

"I just answered that question 30 minutes ago! You're just asking me that question to piss me off now!" You shout back.

Bradford gives you a look of amazement as he speaks, "Man, you're sharper than you look! That's exactly what I'm trying to do!" he admits.

You hold your head to calm your gathering headache, "It hasn't even been a day and I'm already regretting this alliance. Why are you trying to make me angry?" you question.

"I've got nothing to do! I'm bored outta my fucking mind! I came into this forest expecting I'd be spending the next week kicking ass and taking names! So far, the only good thing to come out of this forest is this sweet-ass coat!" He states as he waves the fur coat he carved off the Breater earlier. Some of the blood still dripping off the edges.

"Well your boredom is giving me a headache! So for the 13th time, shut the hell up!!" you exclaim loud enough to send another set of birds flying off to the distance.

Bradford looks shocked from strength of your voice. He goes silent, and for a moment, there's peace.

"....Maybe you wouldn't be so pissed if you also had a sweet-ass coat." he states as waves his coat again.

You rub your temples intensely to stop your mouth from becoming a cesspool of rage and insults. You look to the setting sun in the distance and suddenly you feel an intense fatigue overtake you.

What will you do?

>Time to camp.

>Keep walking through nightfall.

>>2272570
>>Keep walking through nightfall.

>>2272570
>Time to camp.
>>2272586
Are you sure we want to do that we're already tired and animals with night vision have a big advantage to at night it might be smart to find a nice hidden area and rest

>>2272586
>>2272593

Boy oh boy, you two can never agree on anything huh?

I'll give the vote 10 more minutes, if no votes, I shall roll to see who wins.

>>2272641
Well knowing these rolls we'll probably have to wait for a 3rd person no matter what

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>2272641
>>2272655

Rollin.

1=Keep walking

2=Camp for the night

>>2272665


>Who wants some smores!

>Writing

"You know what, let's set-up camp." you state tiredly.

"What!? The sun ain't even down! I could keep walking for another two days! What kinda low energy are you running on!?" Bradford states as he starts to hop in place.

"Ow! Fuck!" But he stops after a moment and clenches his left leg. You look down at his legs and notice that he some thick bandages underneath his pants.

"What happened to your legs?" you ask.

"Your emo buddy happened! He gave me a fight I ain't ever gonna forget!" He answers happily.

"The doctors back on the train fixed me up real nicely, but said I shouldn't run around too much or I'll get, what did they call it again? Neuropathy? What the hell does that even mean anyway?" he asks.

"It means nerve damage. The doctors were trying to tell you that if you jump around like a dumbass for too long, you won't be able to move your leg normally." You explain.

"Shit really? Well whatever, one bad leg ain't gonna stop me from fighting! Let's get going already!" he shouts as he attempts to walk forward.

However, he doesn't even make it five steps before falls over, his left leg giving out on him. "Shit! What happened!?" he shouts.

You crouch down to him and speak, "That's what happens when you walk on a healing leg for almost 6 hours straight. I don't care how low energy I am, at least I know my body's limits." you state.

You also want to mention the fact that night predators will start coming out soon and you'll be at a massive disadvantage in the dark. But you have the feeling that would only excite this crazy bastard.

His face starts to show signs of wavering and after a few seconds, he speaks, "Fucking hell! Fine! Let's make the camp!" He finally concedes.

"Thank you. Need a hand?" You extend a helping hand to Bradford.

He looks at it strangely for a moment before gripping unto and saying, "This better be one sweet-ass campfire. I'm expecting smores!" he shouts as he pulls himself up.

"There won't be smores. But I can promise you that it will be one sweet-ass camp." You return as you offer him a shoulder to lean on.

He takes your help and you walk off the road and into the forest.

That's all for today. I'll post again tomorrow and probably close the thread soon.

But for now, goodnight anons.

>>2272742
Thanks for running

Just got home, give me a minute to clean up and I'll be posting soon.

>>2273718
Holy fuck God how do you always start at the perfect time for me. I just got home as well

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>1 hour later. 7:32.

You look up to the night sky with a weird sense of anxiety and peace as the beautiful rays of the moon flow through the cracks of the treeline above.

You sit with Bradford around a crackling campfire, you're glad the Breater destroyed so many trees, it left you with ample amounts of wood to light a fire. You already cooked up the meat Bradford cut from the Breater and ate it.

You have rations on you, but you'd rather keep them until you absolutely have to use them, plus you don't want Bradford to know you have them.

But even so, the Breater's meat was tough as hell but just as tasty. Plus it was packed with protein which is perfect for restoring energy after a long walk. You feel much of your fatigue fading as you sit down and take in the warmth of the campfire, which really helps since the night air is so cold that even your temperature regulator has been having trouble keeping up.

But now that the fatigue has faded, you been trapped in a perpetual state of boredom. Which is mainly due to the current state of your partner.

You look to Bradford who stares Blankly into the calm flame of the campfire.

He's been deathly silent since you lit up the campfire. You welcome the peace and quiet, but you're honestly a bit worried. The woods seem strangely quiet without his boisterous voice bellowing through it.

He hasn't shouted,complained or cracked a joke for the past hour. Hell, you even asked what he thought of the Breater meat, just to make sure he hadn't died or something. But the only conversation he had to offer was a simple grunt which he followed by whispering, "It tastes pretty good..." Before trailing off to silence again.

Now he just snuggles up into his fur coat for warmth and looks into the campfire with an unreadable expression on his face. Just an hour ago, you were half-ready to poke out your eardrums so wouldn't have to hear his voice anymore, But the deafening silence is even worse than hearing his deafening voice.

Maybe you should strike up some conversation?

What will you ask?

>Why do you want to become a Hunter?

>Where did you come from?

>Got any family?

>Why are you so suicidal?

[Ask any two]

>>2273828
>Where did you come from?
>Got any family?

>>2273833

>Writing

"Hey Bradford." you call out, breaking the silence.

"....", he doesn't even turn his head, his eyes locked with the flame of the campfire.

"Hey Bradford!" You shout, half out of frustration and the other half out of worry.

He finally breaks eye contact with the flame and cranes his head to face you. He says no words, but you can tell he's listening now.

"You alright up there? You didn't eat some weird berries or something while I wasn't looking right?" You ask.

He looks at you blankly for a moment before speaking, "Nah. I'm not so stupid that I'd eat some weird shit off the ground." He responds in a voice so low that it almost sounds like a whisper.

Jeez, now you're really concerned. Maybe he's just tired, better get this conversation going, "So where did you come from? You better not say insane asylum. because, trust me, I don't need you to tell me that." You joke, attempting to lighten the mood.

Bradford's face doesn't even shift at your joke, his blank face remains stiff as a mask as he speaks, "I'm from Yorknew, Hattanman, east side." He answers.

"Oh, a fellow Yorker huh? I could guess from the accent. But it's nice to know I'm not the only city dweller in this exam. But Hattenman huh? isn't that where-"

"Where most of the fucked up shit in city happens? Yeah it is." He finishes your statement.

Well you weren't going to say so bluntly. But yeah, Fucked up is a pretty good way to describe Hattenman.

It's one of the most deteriorated, ghetto-covered, crime-plagued sections of Yorknew. Prostitution, gang-crime,drug-trading and murder are just a few things any man can expect once they make the mistake of taking a wrong turn and end up in the cesspool that is Hattenman.

And if that wasn't bad enough, he's from east side. Maxwell told you that Yorknew had a saying about east side, Hattenman, it goes as follows, "If by some trick of the devil you find yourself on Hattenman, east side. Make sure to bring one of three things: A gun, running shoes or a cross." He told you.

"Why?" you asked.

"Because only gunfire, fast legs and the power of god can save you now." He answered.

You go silent as you contemplate the implications of what Bradford just said. You don't want to act like an armchair psychologist, especially for someone as unreadable as Bradford.

But considering that he grew up on one of the worst sides of an already bad town, you have to say that you kind of understand why he acts the way he does now.

You look over to Bradford again, his eyes slowly wandering back over to the campfire, "So, you got any family?" you ask, trying to stop him before he gets lost in his head again.

His eyes return to yours ,and for a second, you can swear you see something strange within his blank expression. A hint of strong emotion. However, it fades just as quickly as it appears, making it impossible to decipher.

For a moment there's silence as he contemplates your question, then he answers, "No. I don't have any family."

A simple and vague answer that doesn't really tell you anything.

Okay it's official. You can't believe it, but you actually find a silent Bradford more disturbing and horrifying than normal Bradford.

It's not even that you're afraid that he might attack you. It's just strange that after all the non-stop shouting and how he went on and on about how he has nothing to hide.

To see him be silent and vague means that something is definitely wrong.


The question is, do you have the balls to try and ask what's wrong?

>Dig for answers.

>Keep asking normal questions.

>>2274048
>Keep asking normal questions
No need to dig if he wants to talk about it'll probably come up

>>2274048
>>Keep asking normal questions.

>>2274058
>>2274059

>Save the hard-hitting questions for later

Okay, what to ask him now then?

>Why do you love fighting so much?

>Why are you so quiet right now?

>Why do you keep staring at the fire so much?

[Pick one]

>>2274082
>Why do you keep staring at the fire so much?

>>2274082
>>Why do you keep staring at the fire so much?

>>2274099
>>2274113

>Writing.

You decide against aggravating a potentially volatile man.

Instead, you ask a question that been plaguing you since you set up camp.

"Why do you keep you keep staring into the campfire?" you ask him.

"Oh, i don't know, because it's really fucking pretty. Why do you think I'm staring at the fucking fire?"For once, he responds immediately. But the sarcasm in his voice is almost as blatant as the hostility behind it.

"I don't see what's so pretty about a gathering pile of ash. Maybe you can drop the sarcasm and give me a straight answer for once?" you ask.

You see his eyes turn into a slight glare, "What the fuck is with the condescending attitude? Do I look like I'm hiding anything from you? Because you can go fuck yourself if you think you have the right to judge me!" He raises his voice back to his normal volume, but this time you can tell he's shouting from anger and not because he just feels like it.

You reel back slightly from the sudden response, "Who said I'm judging you? I just wanted to know why you keep looking at the fire like you got something on your mind." you counter.

"Well I don't have anything on my fucking mind! I'm just fucking bored! I want to fight something! Or go on a run! Or do fucking anything other sit around here and sleep!" He shouts.

"Why are you freaking out man? I thought we agreed that it would better to camp for the night. There are night predators on the prowl. And your leg needs to recover. Is it that hard for you to sit around and not do anything?" you ask.

"Yes! I fucking hate sitting around! When I'm not fighting or having fun, I can't help but remember!" He answers.

"Remember? Remember what?" you ask, simultaneously confused and frightened.

"Their faces! Every time I sleep! Every time I look at a fire! The only thing I can feel is guilt and regret and fear! That's why I have to keep fighting! So I can forget them!" he exclaims as he stands up and begins to grab at his head.

You begin to creep away, "Seriously man. What the hell is going on with you?" you question with fear in your voice.

>Roll1d100

>DC:65

Rolled 60 (1d100)

>>2274205
Well shits going down faster than I expected

Rolled 79 (1d100)

>>2274205

>>2274216
>>2274220

>Rolled 79

>Very good.

You quickly get up and face Bradford as he continues to grab and scratch at his head. You reach down to your duffle bag while his head is turned away and put on Thunderstruck.

You prepare yourself to take the preemptive strike and knock Bradford out before he completely loses it. You slowly begin to approach from his blindside and take a combat stance.

Crack!

But the instant you gear up to strike, a nearby sound creeps through the forest and catches Bradford's and your attention.

He stops grabbing at his head and seems to regain some semblance of sanity as he speaks, "You hear that?" He asks you.

"Yeah, I do." You know exactly what's coming.

You turn away from Bradford as he slowly moves toward where his shotgun is placed, you keep your eyes and ears focused as you listen again for the sound.

You stand still and at the ready. Moments stretch into eternities as you listen intensely to the sounds of the once silent forest. For awhile, it almost seems like you jumped at shadows in the dark.

CRACK

But that's when the sound of a tree branch snapping resounds from your left and you're immediately realize that those shadows were not only real. They're looking for blood.

Suddenly, a thin shadowy figure comes rushing from the trees and launches itself at your neck. You react perfectly as you strike that figure mid-flight and send it flying back into the forest.

However, that wasn't the only one. A second figure launches itself right after the first, aiming at your exposed flank. That's when Bradford rolls into the snow, grabbing and priming his shotgun mid-roll before promptly firing at the flying creature and splattering it's body across the snow.

Creeeeeeeeeee,CRAWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

You hear a the sounds of the creature's death throes as it screeches like a banshee into the night.

CRAW,CRAW,CRAW,CRAW,CRAW,CRAW,CRAW

You then hear a similar cry being chanted all around you. The creatures are surrounding from you from all sides, Hiding in the darkness of the forest. You quickly move near the campfire and face the direction where the sounds are coming from.

Bradford also runs to the fire and puts his back to yours, forming a defense for your back and flank.

Crawwwwwwwwww,CRAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

An ear-piercing screech rings out from your left side, then your right. Making it impossible to tell exactly where each creature is.

"Okay, what the fuck were those things!?And what the fuck is going on!?" Bradford shouts as he starts pointing his shotgun in every direction possible.

"Those were two Night Prowlers. And the rest of them have us surrounded. Looks like we've ended up as their prey." You explain as calmly as you can.

"Fucking really!? What brought them here!?" he questions.

"Oh I don't know. Maybe it was all the stupid shouting that I kept warning you would attract predators." You explain.

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"I hope you're fucking happy. Thanks to your spaz-session, you just put us in the middle of a shitty horror movie reenactment. It sounds like their's 100s of them all around us." You say as you ready your fists for the coming attack.

"You're damn right I'm fucking happy! I was waiting for an excuse to get my blood pumping again! And I they better have brought more than a hundred of these little bitches! It's going to take at least a 1000 of them to calm my raging hard-on!" He exclaims as he pumps his shotgun again.

As he finishes that sentence, a strong gust of wind blows through your camp and causes your campfire light to grow bright enough to catch a glimpse at your night predators.

The once dark figures become clear and visible, and oh god how you wished they remained dark and faded.

The first thing you see is the nigh uncountable numbers of crimson eyes on every side of your camp.

The lanky frames of the nightmarish monstrosities is only complimented by the blood that leaks from their mouths. Their teeth are just as razor sharp as their claws which drops of blood fall from, indicating that you aren't the first thing they've hunted all night.

You can see it, the insatiable lust for blood in their eyes, these things are different from the Breater or the Apex predator. Their not territorial animals which only want to continue living peaceful in their habitats. These are prowlers, night crawlers, dark hunters.

Beasts that have evolved and crafted themselves for the sole sake of killing and devouring whatever they can get bloody claws on. And the worst part is, there's so many of them.

"Woooooooooo! Holy shit! Even I think that might be a bit much! I don't think I have enough bullets to handle every last one of them!" Bradford exclaims.

You look behind you and speak, "Bradford, if we somehow get out of this hellhole alive. I'm killing you myself." you state.

He grins happily at your words, "That better be a promise Derrick! Because I'm going to hold you to it! I have high hopes for you!"

As the creatures slowly gather and close in on you and Bradford. You can only ask yourself one question.

What the hell did you do to deserve this shit?

[To be continued]

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That's the end of this thread and the beginning of the Hunter Exam!

I felt like this Thread did much better than my usual ones, which makes me hopeful for the next one!

Unfortunately, I have exams to do soon and won't be able to run because of it. I should return sometime next month.

https://twitter.com/309thChairman

Be sure to follow my twitter if you're interested in keeping up with this quest! (If I ever post on it...)

Anyway, This is the last you'll be seeing me for a while. I'll stick around to answer some questions before archiving the thread.

>>2274531
Once again being Derrick is suffering

>>2274548
Thanks for running, pretty good thread though it's sad to hear you won't be running until next month. I really like how we're interacting with the other contestants and I hope we get to spend time with Vanilla, Christina, and Landon like with Bradford.

>>2274548
Thanks for running, see you in March!

>>2274598
Shit I thought it was still January

>>2274548
Thanks for the run. I'm glad we decided to go in the forest, because I'm concerned that wounded as he was, bradford would be dead tonight. I think Brad might have a death wish, though he might not realize it himself. It seems like he gets a genuine thrill of combat, and as he said himself part of that is just his addiction to fend off the pain. I wonder if he's throwing himself at the danger to not have to take the pain anymore, especially since i feel that his family is either dead, in part by his hand, or alive and want him dead. No happy family there.

Also about the twitter, just post when you are going to run, hours or a day in advance or so. It would give us a chance to pile in the thread on time.

>>2274548
Are you gonna update the relationships? They haven't seemed to change even though we took out all the robbers and had that party.

>>2276291
Oh sorry! Forget to put out the list.

>At the end of the of every mission, there will be a list summarizing the course of the mission as well as detailing rewards gained from the success! (Or the failure)

>Mission Report.

>Objectives Completed

Protect The Passengers

Protect the Train

Capture all Robbers

>Objectives Failed

>(N/A)

The Train show was a resounding success! While choosing an aggressive strategy wasn't the smartest move, you still managed to bait the attackers into ignoring the passengers and successful captured all of them!

If there was anything to complain about, maybe focus on not destroying the place you're supposed to protecting. When Sheldon found the state of his train later that night, it took several staff members to hold him back from murdering you and the rest of your team in your sleep.

>Now we move onto to the reward list! This list will detail the objects or relationship updates along with the bonus rewards you gained from the mission.

>Rewards

>Prize Package: A package filled with a variety of objects that will help you in the first test of Hunter Exam.

>Relationship points:

Etheline Brooks: 50 points gained! Ready for advancement! Talk to her whenever you have the chance to advance to the next rank.

>Bonus! Completing the optional Objective has gained you:

>Noell Cromwell: Relationship available! Seek him out to begin!

>Florette Rutland: Relationship available! Seek her out to begin!

Completely forgot to post this at the end of the train show. You've already gained the first of the bonus rewards. The second one was supposed to come if you followed Noell and Florette into the caverns, but don't worry, you'll have plenty of chances later.

>>2276411
>When Sheldon found the state of his train later that night, it took several staff members to hold him back from murdering you and the rest of your team in your sleep
Oh god I didn't think he'd be that upset

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