>>2524392
>D, Run a simulation and determining the shifting laws of reality and find the source of the distortion.

>>2524392
>A, Find the star spawn and end this.

>>2524392
>>A, Find the star spawn and end this.

>>2524392
>>D, Run a simulation and determining the shifting laws of reality and find the source of the distortion.

>>2524392
>>D, Run a simulation and determining the shifting laws of reality and find the source of the distortion.
>"Spoiler Alert! The melee build was the wrong choice."
Just as I suspected. On the bright side, the star spawn won't know they're turning our brain to mush.

>>2524392
>B, Find the nearest egress and leave.
You simulation fags have the wrong idea. You seriously think our puny onboard computer can figure out the rules of eldritch horror space? This QM does not use dice, there are clear wrong choices here, don't make them.

>>2524392
>A, Find the star spawn and end this.

I wanted the russin dance party
Thougj im guseing that the long range one would have been the best option since geting close to it mind fucks you.
Going sneaky stabby would be fine if we didnt want to do this job

>>2525093
>>2524956
Dance rave was the correct choice. Attacking at the speed of thought would have provided you a means of counteracting some of the Star Spawn's reality warping. The Bio Armor would have "enhanced" you to a high enough level to deal with it, but your weapons would have been slightly lacking. Heavy Metal and Melee were worth both poor choices for their own reasons. However, you're not completely fucked. Update soon (within the day).

>>2524392
>D, Run a simulation and determining the shifting laws of reality and find the source of the distortion.

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>>2526637
>>2525093
>>2525028
>>2524956
>>2524950
>>2524761
>>2524726
>>2524624

Your offloaded functions make your simulation harder to run, but you get a rough idea of the surroundings and where the Star Spawn is hiding. It's inside your skull. Well, to more specific its in an expanding universal constant that's located within your own skull. That's bad, but what's good is you know how to kill it now, or at least ruin its day. The expanding space time in your head is externally the size of a mote and can be shaken loose by applying a powerful EM to your noodle and causing it to shift outwards. If you can send it in the right direction it will "pop" causing the Star Spawn to engulfed in this madness and confuse it for a few seconds, maybe.

Regardless, you go for it and shock the crap out of your brain. It works but leaves with a severe headache and few first degree burns. The mote of space time goes hurling towards...

>A, My claw, I'll crush it as begins to expand.

>B, In front of me. I'll catch it with its guard down.

>C, Behind me. Better for creating an immense distance between me and it.

>D, Don't care. I'm leaving.

>>2527116
>A, My claw, I'll crush it as begins to expand.

>>2527116
>>A, My claw, I'll crush it as begins to expand.
Rip and tear huge guts!

>>2527116
>A, My claw, I'll crush it as begins to expand.
Fug it might as well end this now or die trying.

>>2527642
We DOOM guy now. Wonder if there's an armour upgrade that will give us abilities similar to the Praetor suit.

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>>2528832
>>2527642
>>2527194

You crush the mote of space time with the antimatter exhaust from your claws and cause a miniature big bang. The speed of the event is far too fast for you to even perceive, but suffice to say. Your shit gets wrecked. Hard.

When you wake up reality has realigned itself into something recognizable. Time doesn't seem to be flowing exactly the way it should and you feel a little lighter than you ought to. But, at least your alive. Your Hell Cat isn't. Before the "event' (as it can best be described) happened, your armor ejected you based on the probability projections your simulation was running. This threw your ass about twenty feet through the air, which in the warped slice of reality you were in, translated to about twenty five miles. Nothing is left in the area you were previously.

Thought the Mi-Go over did it with the gravitational weapon? Well, your antics destroyed an entire city and the surrounding areas. Leaving nothing but a burning hell scape as far as the eye can see. But this wouldn't be the first time Chernobyl took one for the team. Probably won't be the last, either. As you survey the incredible destruction you've wrought on Mother Russia a hand taps you on the shoulder. It's Nyarlathotep's avatar standing behind you. Looking thoroughly human and smiling with a look of smug satisfaction.

>A, Punch him right in his smug face.

>B, Ask him what the hell happened.

>C, Wait, making sure to clear your thoughts this time...

>D, Blast him with your palm blaster (Redundant much?).

>>2529190
>>C, Wait, making sure to clear your thoughts this time...
Take a moment to clear your head before doing something we'll regret later, such as turning down a paying job (not sure how we'd do one without a mech-suit, but whatever).

>>2529190
>>C, Wait, making sure to clear your thoughts this time...
>You crush the mote of space time with the antimatter exhaust from your claws and cause a miniature big bang. The speed of the event is far too fast for you to even perceive, but suffice to say. Your shit gets wrecked. Hard.
Was this overkill? Is this how the claw the supposed to work, or was it clashing with the Star Spawn?

>>2529306
Oh, also; we *did* kill the Star-spawn, right? It didn't just shoot off out of our grip like a bar of soap in a prison shower?

>>2529190
>C, Wait, making sure to clear your thoughts this time...

If possible ask why he needed us to do this, surely his patron could have just abracadaba'd the Star Spawn out of existence.

>>2529313
Well we killed everything else, if that didn't kill the star spawn it's certainly beyond our power to kill it now.

>>2529472
>If possible ask why he needed us to do this, surely his patron could have just abracadaba'd the Star Spawn out of existence.

Actually forget that. IC the MC probably gives no fucks, more money for him.

But out of character I am curious about it.

>>2529190
>C, Wait, making sure to clear your thoughts this time...
You wanted that town blown up didnt you
Just as planed

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>>2529306
>>2529309
>>2529472

"In his house at R'lyeh, dead Cthulhu waits dreaming. Unfortunately for his spawn this death is a rather 'permanent' affair," he says with the most bitter tone of sarcasm. Staring out at the unnatural blue inferno surrounding you both. He looks at you, his gaze burning deep into your very being, "How, and why do you think you won that battle?"

>A, My perception.

>B, Dumb Luck.

>C, My Skill.

>D, God.

>>2529530
>A, My perception.

>>2529530
>A, My perception.
Is this gonna be one of those hidden stat boost questions?

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>>2529546

"Correct, your perception allowed you to win. Without bringing it beyond human capability you wouldn't have even perceived your own demise. Let alone worked out what the Star Spawn was planning. You see, it knew you would come for it. It knew before you or it were even born. So, it arranged for its own conception to be your demise. Birthed by itself post its first death at the hands of that Mi-Go and then cranially inserted into you at the time of your birth thirty years prior. Do you understand?"

>A, Yes

>B, No

>>2529678
Not really but i got the geast of it.
Time bullshit

>>2529688
+1. Damn extra-dimensional shenanigans!
>>2529678
>Birthed by itself post its first death at the hands of that Mi-Go and then cranially inserted into you at the time of your birth thirty years prior.
How come it didn't do anything until the fight?

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>>2529688

He Sneers at you, "Yes, time bullshit. Like what you manage to do to my time, turn it into shit. You're on the precipice of understanding but you squander my lesson. So, I'll try to ignite the dying embers in your mind before they fade into nothing." An incredible pain shoots through your mind. As you perceive an episode from your past in the Ghettos on Saturn's moon, Titan.

You've just stolen some bread and gotten yourself the first meal you've eaten in two days, but something is chasing after you. No, not an angry vendor. Rats, mutated ones. They release swarms of them into the streets to clean up the urchin children the death squads miss. As you trip and fall to the ground they swarm over you. Chewing on your soft bits. The pain is in unimaginable. It it wasn't for the nerve agent that floods the street shortly after the rats are released to kill them off, you would have died a slow agonizing death. However, the gas isn't strong enough to hurt a boy. Just enough to make him go blind for a couple of hours and lose his sense of taste for a week. That bread didn't end up making you feel much better after all, but at least the gas made the rat corpses palatable, allowing you to live where other children died. Half a decade later when you were an officer of the reform parties purges, you took a grim pleasure in feeding the old administration to the rats as they begged for their lives.

The "experience," which seemed to stretch on for years ends. Your eyes meet Nyarlathotep's avatar and he asks again. "Do you understand?"

>A, Yes.

>B, No.

>>2529722
>How come it didn't do anything until the fight?
Because it wanted to time it's first death and revival where you two were going to meet in time and space. Resulting in what it believed would an unavoidable end for you. However, it ended up using this tactic the moment it actually died. As in it treated the present and past as the same synchronous moments.

>>2529763
A, Yes.even though i toaly dont know
We wore ment to die??
Or we killed someone he wanted alive

>>2529763
>"If I say yes, will you have any follow-up questions?"
>"Also; aren't you immortal, making it impossible to waste your time as you have infinite of it?"

>>2529950
>>2529925

"You can't even pay attention to your own simple tongue. You didn't 'waste' my time. No, you are the absolute focus of it as this moment, which is all I have to give to you, but you can pollute it. Cheapen its meaning. I'm convinced you understand. So, I'll give you one final piece of advice before I depart. Seek the flesh of the gods if you wish to go on living. Otherwise you will find the rest of your career a short one." He waves his hand dismissively and walks off into the antimatter fires raging around you.

You consider what he talked about and dismiss it as typical alien trash. Wise, but nearly useless due to an incompatibility with the human condition. He most likely was referring to loading yourself out with a bio battle platform. Which, only one race provided. The crabs.

You're currently stranded in an alien infested territory without your armor or a clear path out. On the flip side your standing on a profit of sixty five million dollars courtesy of the Crawling Chaos. Not bad, but you're done with scut work on Earth. Time to head home to Titan and rearm yourself, or Pluto...

>A, Activate your com. link for evac.

>B, Throw the powder into the blue flame and wait for the Mi-Go to arrive.

>C, Employ some sorcery and activate a gate, god knows where it's going (this is a bad idea)

>D, Wait until dawn and watch the world burn.

>>2530521
>B, Throw the powder into the blue flame and wait for the Mi-Go to arrive.
Time to take Narly's advice & get us a bio-mech to squish around in.

>>2530521
>B, Throw the powder into the blue flame and wait for the Mi-Go to arrive.

Also give them the Mi-Go parts we scrapped off the ground.... If we still have it.

>>2530521
>B, Throw the powder into the blue flame and wait for the Mi-Go to arrive.

Wait I think he actually means we need to keep a sample of it and use it somehow.

>>2530521
>B, Throw the powder into the blue flame and wait for the Mi-Go to arrive.

>>2530521
>B, Throw the powder into the blue flame and wait for the Mi-Go to arrive.

Don't we also have to blink a pattern into the sky as well? Also does our pilot suit have a Mi-Go translator, or was that part of our armour as well.

>>2531337
I think most Mi-Go either speak English or have one of those Grey things to translate for them.

>>2531337
>>2531570
The burning powders are enough. Most Mi-Go got a Grey translator hanging around because they built a ton of them. Also, you don't have a translator anymore but you did manage to hold onto a few hand sized samples of the detective Mi-Go's brain. Update soon (within the day)

>>2532647
F
Poor ol' detective Mi-Go; we hardly knew him, but he seemed okay for an alien fungus-crustacean.

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You throw the Powder you received from the Mi-Go detective into the flames. The blue fire around you starts to turn green, then violet, followed by every color in the spectrum over the next ten minutes. After a few hours an immense spaceship arrives overhead. The size of a small city. A light shines down on you from above and your drawn up into the night sky.

When you awake a few days later you find your possessions and clothing gone, replaced by a stylish blue robe. A beautiful Asian nurse is attending to you. She offers you literally anything you could possibly want, and I mean anything. You consider the possibilities (be creative.) You have seven days until you reach Pluto as the Mi-Go' ruling council's guest of honor.

>A, Sexual pleasure either from her or any willing legal sexual partner imaginable. Illegal requests would take the form of Synths fabricated to suit your tastes or simulated (your choice.)

>B, Any food imaginable. Extinct specimens would be cultured just for you.

>C, Any past time simulated imaginable (your still recovering so no actual activity rougher than walking or casual sex is permitted). They have master programmers on board to tailor any scenario to your requests.

>D, Any surgical enhancement or personal equipment imaginable, even Mi-Go tech (on lone!) would be made available. This is mainly for personal training exercises at a firing range. Weapons of Mass destruction would obviously need to be simulated.

Select the letter than summarize the experience, I'll enhance from there. Only seven submission will be taken. One for each day of the week your waiting!

>>2533879
Ok now
>A, Sexual pleasure either from her or any willing legal sexual partner imaginable. Illegal requests would take the form of Synths fabricated to suit your tastes or simulated (your choice.)

Lest fuck the nurse (she takes care of us riding and blow jobs)she talks dirty to us
Mybe gives us some dick druges so we can cum buckets and stay hard like in hentis when ever we want them ( for the rest of thr time we are here)

Have a thick(but sexy and not super fat) sub girl thats into light bdsm for us to fuck and dom for a day,(mybe turns into a sucabis?)

And lastly a gangbang party with 5 differnt animal girls cowgirl,catgirl,foxgirl,bunnygirl,doggirl

Would like this to happen every 2nd day like not just sex 3 days in a row

>B, Any food imaginable. Extinct specimens would be cultured just for you.
Idk eat some dinosaurs and what ever random animal facny thing you can think of.

>D, Any surgical enhancement or personal equipment imaginable, even Mi-Go tech (on lone!) would be made available. This is mainly for personal training exercises at a firing range. Weapons of Mass destruction would obviously need to be simulated.

Umm buff how smart we are, biger ribed dick (i would if given the chance) get stronger?

Guse just do some sim of useing the fleash of gods big fuck off machs in fights and just blowing shit up

>C, Any past time simulated imaginable (your still recovering so no actual activity rougher than walking or casual sex is permitted). They have master programmers on board to tailor any scenario to your requests.

Guse just playing big ass war games, could pretend to be in dnd or 40k
Or like ruleing the world,
Shitposting on 4chan idk

Thats what iv goten for this week

>>2534144
Alright, got the first day. Need six more. The next update will the the entire "week" put together.

>>2534196
Oh god i thought that was enguh for a week.....guse im too boaring

>>2533879
>A
All of the women we wanted to fuck in our life and even hentai chicks that aren't supposed to exist irl. Yes all of them.

>B
Rarest and most expensive foods possible. After that everything else we ever wanted to try or sample but for some reason couldn't.

>C
Lets relive history, crazy battles, greatest wars, extraordinary moments, and whatever weird shit we can possibly encounter in this new world.

>D
First fight the greatest of martial artists to ever live barehanded and then with weapons. After that face off against animals and freaky monsters under the same circumstance. After that do the same thing but with cybernetic and alien tech.

Once we finished with that do it all again but with power armor and bigger weapons. Then even larger suits of armor and even bigger weapons.

Once we get tired of killing shoot gauss, energy beams, plasma, exotic, artillery, missiles, and even Nukes at a firing range for funsies.

>>2534429
It's going to be summarized. Also, there's a "twist," so keep that in mind.

>>2535209
Need five more.

>>2533879
>A, Sexual pleasure either from her or any willing legal sexual partner imaginable. Illegal requests would take the form of Synths fabricated to suit your tastes or simulated (your choice.)
Can we get a Synth waifu battle bot that we can keep? Or just a hot robot to look at while it helps us as a personal assistant AI like Halo Cortanna, sex mods optional.

>>D, Any surgical enhancement or personal equipment imaginable, even Mi-Go tech (on lone!) would be made available. This is mainly for personal training exercises at a firing range. Weapons of Mass destruction would obviously need to be simulated.

>>2535247
If we provided the Mi-go sample we scraped up... would we be able to revive him? or eat him

>>2534499
What about CG, and video games, movies, comic books?

>>2534499
Specially engineered food that self replenishes in our stomach, but never enough to make us full.

I suppose all the above falls under A again.

C. How the united forces of humans+aliens fought off and defeated other starspans and Chutullu.

>>2535661
You shouldn't have said that. Now, I'm using it.

>>2535701
Why? Its not like I won't get first dibs, get in line.

Alright, need four more.
>>2535679
>How the united forces of humans+aliens fought off and defeated other starspans and Chutullu.
They didn't. Fleeing star spawn were contained or destroyed through extreme action on part of human and Mi-Go lives. Cthulhu was contained. Currently there's an interstellar debate going on about how to permanently remove it from the solar system. Destruction isn't believed to be possible at this time short of throwing it into an ongoing destructive effect that operates outside of the temporal scale of perception Cthulhu operates on. A mega black hole or a particularly old star are considered the best possibilities.

>>2535772
Close enough.

More training and combat, plus unbelievable cheat/life hacks on scoring with women and engineering and modding skills for tech/mechs.

Why no battle bot amazon waifu that has we can't have normal sex?

>>2535772
Like, you only gave 4 options so we are pretty much going over the 4 options multiple times I guess?

>>2535701
Its like we give the sample to them to resurrect the guy, but since they are here for our pleasure the misunderstood and cloned him for us to eat instead.

Can we get like a spaceship? A really big one that can start a colony filled with servant droids?

Alright, thanks to the creative minds here I got enough material for all seven days. Will be updating tomorrow. Feel free to drop more "requests," but it might not be included.

>>2535843
>Like, you only gave 4 options so we are pretty much going over the 4 options multiple times I guess?
It's pretty much what the transport can provide during your voyage. Nothing is permanent. Any large requests are them injecting the data directly into your brain as a VR like experience. You're also recovering so you can only perform light activities and have your body temporarily modded at most.
>>2535843
>Can we get like a spaceship? A really big one that can start a colony filled with servant droids?
Simmed into you noggin, yes.

Did the QM just give us all a blank cheque to insert our fetishes into this quest?

>>2536803
Pretty much
Go nuts

>>2536803
only for a week, and we used up all our credits.

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>>2534144
>>2534499
>>2535654
>>2535661
>>2535811
>>2535862
>>2536803

In all the stories ever told, one of the least requested things is the heroes' R&R. I mean, why would it be? Did you ever wonder about it? The times Hercules took a shit or Thor spent all day jerking off while looking at cattle imagining them as beautiful women. The thirty years after Odysseus returned from his Odyssey and happily spent time with his wife raising his (her boyfriend's) son. No, you didn't. You read about Zeus's sexual conquests. You wanted to know about the monsters Thor and Hercules fought. Odysseus's eventual affair with Athena and making his wife raise a son that wasn't hers. You want the meat, the Odyssey, the main course, the lead event. So, then why am telling you about your halcyon days on the cruise ship taking you to the far more interesting and terrifying Mi-Go high council stationed on Pluto, just waiting to make you an offer you can't refuse. Why not just cut to the chase? Well, keep that in mind as I proceed. There's more to this than meets the eye.

The Nurse's offer isn't lost on you, nor are her subtle lips. Later she would seem tame by what you were soon to experience, but that didn't matter. The sexual drugs and pleasure pills she gave you filled your mind as you heaved upon her. Your drug fueled appetites driving you into a pleasurable haze that lasted for sixteen hours straight. When you awoke you found her presentable and offering you conventionally impossible types of food. You selected an entree of Dinosaur eggs with T-Rex T-Steak. Tasting the ancient king of beasts made you like one more yourself. Pleasure wrapped upon pleasure, desire leading to further desires. Having been disconnected from the civilian net for some time due to being in a military jurisdiction. You decided to take advantage of the enhanced sim devices on board and experience a few online games at max settings. The ancient War Games board doesn't disappoint. Not a Tau, Eldar, or Necron player in sight, all being consigned to the shit abyss of the server. You play an Imperial Admiral endlessly spamming Exterminatus on the non human factions below, all while enjoying friendly pure imperial practice matches with your fellow elites. The xenos scums' hate mail was delicious.

This is how you spend the first half of your week. Unconventional sex, a plump girl spanks your ass while you're tied up in various harnesses. Simulated Kungfu fights with histories greatest champions, it isn't until you reach the early cybernetic bouts that you start lose consistently (your biomods being more advanced but having lesser performance), humanity was weaker back then. Still, it isn't enough for you. You want to try some truly exotic things before your done with your voyage, but what...

>Cont.

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>>2538340

... Of course. Animal human hybrids. Gorgeous women given the most appealing abilities of the animal kingdom, what could go wrong? Well, quite a lot actually. You try many different hybrids against your nurse and doctor's advice, and end up an unexpected experience. Every act of sex is reduced to a mad house of wrestling as the animal parts of the women claw, bite, or attempt to murder you in half a dozen other ways. You end up having to kill more than a few of them. Well, at least you can scratch that act of stupidly off your bucket list. You just wish the hawk woman hadn't eaten your left hand. Your newly grown vat hand is working out fine, but still...

Worse still, you get the brilliant idea to clone the Mi-Go detective and eat him. Because it isn't a proper birthing ceremony the Mi-Go body produced is a witless husk, probably for the better. However, the taste is truly revolting. Reminding you of the rats you had to eat when you were a child, minus the nerve agent making them actually digestible. The further injuries and insane indulgence kicks you off your interests into purely simulated distractions for the rest of the cruise if for no other reason than to get some fun without any risk of bodily harm.

However, even on the simulated front you're only interested in more conventional distractions such as trying out your new Bio Battle platform. To your dismay you find the information surrounding the Bio Platforms are only allowable at the highest security clearance. You're going to need to wait, no ruining the "surprise."

>Cont.

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>>2538438
Eventually you just say fuck it and boot up Sex/Space Adventure/Spaceship. It's your ultimate dream made real and a simulation your more than a little familiar with, but hey. The ships enhanced simulation hardware really makes it come to life for you. As you and your crew of hot babes go around the cosmos having fun, sexy adventures.

Cont.

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>>2538468
Finally, the fun and games come to an end. You're fully healed and the ship has arrived at Pluto. Capital and home of the Mi-Go. You're unceremoniously dumped into a pure vacuum with your refurbished pilot's suit returned to you (the only thing keeping you alive). The Mi-Go aren't ones for visitors, even honored guests. No party has come to greet you and an army of the crabs busily fly over head, going about their daily lives of whatever the hell it is they do. As your taking in the sites a Crab wielding an electrified prod approaches you. It's larger and more impressive than any other of the other Crabs you've seen before. It's flashing random lights at you and waving the cattle prod around threateningly. What do you do?

>A, Shoot it with your palm blaster.

>B, Try to steal it's electric prod.

>C, Punch it in it's ganglion head.

>D, Shoot it the finger.

>>2538513
>C, Punch it in it's ganglion head.
>B, Try to steal it's electric prod.

Hey now, the Mi-go was suppose to be a accident!
(our lil secret.)

>>2538591
Supporting this

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>>2538591
>>2539376

You smash the Mi-Go in the head causing its lights to go wild blinking a maddening array of strange colors. Then, reach out and grab his electric prod as he's confused. Mi-Go, even their warrior sect, aren't very strong. They have physical strength comparable to that of a fit man, and while they are significantly more durable than a person in terms of "lasting" injuries. For example they could lose nearly 70% of their biomass and still recover given enough time. That doesn't apply to the short term. A blow to the head can daze them and a broken limb will be out of service for months if allowed to naturally heal. They're also exceptionally cowardly unless a dire task requires them taking personal risk. Of course, a fully enhanced warrior Mi-Go could give a suit of Power Armor a run for its money. This one isn't one of those warriors. It's at best a police officer, and a particularly stupid one at that.

With the Mi-Go's electric prod in hand. You drive its powered tip into the dazed police officer and take him out of commission for the next couple of hours. His body lies twitching in the dirt and you've got an arching power prod fired up and ready to go.

>A, Ask for directions from more cooperative Mi-Go

>B, Walk around some more and shock any Mi-Go that color off at you.

>C, Try to resuscitate the warrior Mi-Go and get directions from him.

>D, Throw the power rod down and then go exploring, you're palm blaster is good enough for any more hostility you may receive from the locals.

>>2540104
>A, Ask for directions from more cooperative Mi-Go

Hi Logos.

>>2540104
>>A, Ask for directions from more cooperative Mi-Go

>>2540163
Hi Max.

>>2540388
>>2540163
You two, make a decision.

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>>2540391
>Two different ID posters with 1 post each.

>>2540395
I'm updating later today, regardless. I want to get the next arc started. It's going to be insane.

>>2540420
when? I'ma try to sleep in 15

>>2540104
>>A, Ask for directions from more cooperative Mi-Go

>>2540104
>C, Try to resuscitate the warrior Mi-Go and get directions from him.

>>2540793
I wonder how one performs C.P.R. on somthing without a mouth, and which may or may not have a circulatory system?

>>2540916
Only one way to find out
Just start pumping and blow air into holes

Also i guse animal girls wore a but too much animals and not enguh human, mybe should have just said hot girls with tails and ears woops

>>2540916
Less CPR and more kicking it in the side until it wakes up from the pain.

This thread is officially closed. Keep your eyes out for the new one later today.

>>2542207
Don't forget to link it here.

>>2543280

New thread.