>>2969344
>>Wake Up
Waiting will only cause us more stress before work. We're going to be a productive member of society today.

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>>2969379

You can't put your finger on it, but something feels different today. The usual pit in your stomach seems to have expanded and you're overthinking seemingly innocuous stuff a lot more than usual.

Regardless, you pull yourself out of bed. Groggy from your rest, you stretch and remember a model kit you’ve had your eye on for a while is being put out at a hobby shop in town today. I’m sure after work you can go pick it up. Either way you're currently at work on a model already, From what you could tell it's a World War 2 plane; Not usually your thing but it was a gift, and you generally enjoy the process regardless.

280 SP

>(10):Continue working on your current model kit while you eat breakfast. You've got time.
>(5): Take a shower, get dressed, eat, and mentally prepare yourself for your shift.

>>2969449
>>(5): Take a shower, get dressed, eat, and mentally prepare yourself for your shift.

>>2969449
>>(5): Take a shower, get dressed, eat, and mentally prepare yourself for your shift.

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>>2969539
>>2969506

You drift into the bathroom and grab a shower, briefly saying hello to the gremlin in the mirror and averting your gaze. Negative self image was one among your many achievements gained from your high school days. With that done you slip into your uniform and head downstairs; You leave your door open when you leave for work because if you get home and it’s closed you kind of feel like someone’s in there, and that feels generally unsettling. You unclasp the dog gate at the base of the stairs and head for the kitchen.

Breezing past your aunt, you pour a bowl of “Munchy Grains” Cereal and begin chomping down on the hearty grain cubes. It doesn’t matter what it is, you just don’t want to be hungry at work.

“Ya workin’ today?” Your aunt asks as she drifts in after you.

“Mmhmm” You respond, mouth full of grains.

“Ah, y’know if you could take the trash out to the bin I’d appreciate it.”

“Mmhm.”

“When you gettin’ home?”

You swallow the grains, “Around 7... They might have me longer though. You know how it is.”

“Oh, alright. Well I’ll have dinner waitin’ for you.”

“Thanks,” You reply.

You finish your cereal and grab your name tag, pinning it to your shirt. ‘Agnes’ it reads with the ‘s’ all but scratched off completely. It was then that you catch a glimpse your Aunt’s dog Ned chewing on a bit of plastic, the plastic was one of the sheets from your plane model kit, Sheet F to be exact.

275 SP

>(100)Confront your aunt about leaving the dog gate open again.
>(40) Sigh deeply before throwing the sheet into the garbage and taking it out.

>>2969730
>(40) Sigh deeply before throwing the sheet into the garbage and taking it out.

>>2969730
>>(40) Sigh deeply before throwing the sheet into the garbage and taking it out.

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>>2969748

After taking the garbage out, you sigh, and decide to head in about 10 minutes early, the walk will give you some time to center yourself before being thrown into the fray.

It’s been five years at this job, it’s not entirely by choice, but you just don’t really feel like finding a new one. Your mind drifts to the model kit; For some odd reason retro futurism catches your eye, the mixture of solid simple designs with intricate innards is an aesthetic you mesh with. You don’t remember exactly when you started building model kits, it was sometime in High school. I guess it wasn’t all bad. Before you knew it you found yourself at work.

Emmit’s, a fast food stand. A job you got because you didn’t want to be a freeloader.

“Yo! Aggie, what’s up?” You enter to see Bradley, a particularly loud co-worker, on his break.

You take a seat in the break room, savoring all the minutes before your shift.

Bradley chews his burger loudly as he turns toward you, “Man, Last night we got slammed. Some guy order twenty-two number 3’s and held up the line. Manager had to come down here and help out. I swear if today’s gonna be anything like that I’m walkin’ out that door."

Walking into horror stories is never fun, but you steal yourself and take a deep breath, “I hope not.”

Just as you mutter that, the shift leader, Edward leans in, “Hey, Agnes! You think you could clock in early? Gonna be a rough one today.”

Bradley looks at you wide eyed, as he munches on his burger.

235 SP

>(50) “Okay.”
>(20) “Give me a couple minutes.”
>(5) Go into the bathroom and wait until it’s time for you to clock in.

>>2969813
>>(50) “Okay.”

>>2969813
>(20) “Give me a couple minutes.”

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>>2969885

“Okay,” you reply.

“Hey,” Edward smiles, “Thanks.”

“Fuck that, man. I ain’t tryin’ to do extra.” Bradley shakes his head.

“Gotta get to it to do it!” Edward shouts back as he heads up to the front.

“I hate when he says that shit … “ Bradley mutters.

“It’s whatever,” you sigh.

You’re at the order station ready to start working, Edward gives you the go ahead to take over and the machine begins again.

You’re hit with a wall of orders almost immediately, everything moves in fast motion as the hours begin to whip by. About four hours into your shift, on the cameras, you notice a car simply pull up alongside the drive thru and park.

“What’s that guy doing there,” You hear Edward’s voice through the ear piece.

“He’s scared to go through, we spooked em’” Bradley chimes in.

“Bradley, shut up. Anything happen back there Agnes?”

“Not that I know of,” You reply.”

“Shit, uh, hold on, we don’t have anyone to send out there. Bradley let’s get these cars out then I’m gonna need you to take over for a bit. Just keep it moving.”

“fffffffFuck.” Bradley mutters, the microphone way too close to his mouth.

Even more cars begin to pile in as you keep glancing at the stranded car.

185 SP

>(80) Attempt to continue taking orders, while heading outside to see what the guy in the car wants. trying your best to memorize the orders you’ve taken and entering them when you get back.
>(30) Put the current order on hold and try to run as quick as you can to see what the stranded car wants.
>(5) Continue taking orders as you’ve been told to do.

>>2970060
>>(5) Continue taking orders as you’ve been told to do.

It's none of our business to see what he wants and we aren't being paid to be nosey. Keep working.

>>2970060
>(5) Continue taking orders as you’ve been told to do

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>>2970232

You continue taking orders, every once and a while glancing at the mysterious car. Five minutes pass, the lane still packed, and the car begins to pull into the drive thru.

Bradley sees the car pull around, “Holy shit he just figured out what he wanted?”

The car drives past the speaker and straight up to your window, “Ye--”

He throws his very full drink at you, soaking you in soda (-50), “Do you know how long I was waiting over there? I want a refund.”

“W-what?”

“You forgot my straw,”The man refuses to look at you, “All I got was a drink and you guys forgot the straw.”

“Uh - He - ah - wants a refund.” You say over the speaker.

“What?” Edward asks, “Hold on I’m coming back there.”

Edward gets to the back and immediately notices the empty cup and soda covering you, “Did he ... Did he throw his drink?”

“...We forgot his straw.” You say, wiping the soft drink from your face.

Edward sighs heavily, noticing more cars piling up behind the man, “let’s get him out of here.”

Edward gives the man a very terse refund, all the while explaining how the customer can’t treat his employees like that. With his refund obtained, the man speeds off and the day continues. One free shirt and an unexpectedly sticky shift later the cars died down, and you find yourself clocked out and getting ready to leave.

Melissa, one of the other employees looks at you with a very empathetic gaze, “Oh my god… I didn’t realize it got - like - all over you.”

Bradley shakes his head, “I’m telling you I would have come out that window and put one upside his head. What a fuckin’ joke.”

You sigh, “Yeah.”

Edward heads to the back, “Hey sorry about that. Sometimes these guys… Well, I’m sure you know... Fuck that guy.”

You nod your head, “I’m heading out.”

You can feel yourself drained from the day, your clothing glued to your skin, you look up towards the sunset.

130 SP

(150) Head downtown to get that new model kit.
(50) Forget the kit, and take the bus home.
(10) Forget the kit, and walk home.

>>2970465
>(50) Forget the kit, and take the bus home.

>>2970465
>(50) Forget the kit, and take the bus home.

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>>2970502
>>2970496

You let out a disappointed sigh, “Maybe tomorrow,” you think to yourself as you head to the bus stop. The quicker you get home the quicker you can grab a shower.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dH79W3xHJ5w

You watch the sunset from the window seat feeling as if everyone inside the bus was watching you. You once again ponder what exactly you’re doing, where are you going, when are you going to do something more? Is there something more for you, or is this it? The usual post work ritual. From a very young age your mother always told you if you want a better situation, then take it, so you sigh once more and try and soldier on. Maybe it’s not worth it to get these model kits, I guess spending your time elsewhere would be better, spending your time doing something that might bring you to ‘something more’, you think that’s the dream. Regardless of whether or not it brings you to that ‘something more’ it’s something else, and at this point something else is probably better than just sitting and spinning.

You grip your emotions and close your eyes, bus rides always make you melancholic.

You get home to find your aunt passed out on the couch with Ned curled up on top of her. He looks up at you as you enter, then returns to his slumber. You take a brief shower, eat some leftovers, and climb into bed once again thinking of things you maybe could do as you drift off to sleep.

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>>2970664

Something's wrong ...

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>>2970685

You awake shrouded in complete darkness. Immediately you begin to rub your eyes frantically; Your heart rate rises as you begin to believe you may be blinded. You struggle to get up and feel some kind of barrier about twenty centimeters from your face. Your fears shift from blindness to the idea that you may have been buried alive.

80 SP

>(10) Slam into the barrier with all your might, anything to get to light and oxygen.
>(5) Scream for help.

>>2970692
>(10) Slam into the barrier with all your might, anything to get to light and oxygen.

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>>2970704

You have a panic attack as you throw your weight upwards. Just as you’re slamming against the dark barrier, the darkness subsides and blinding light pours in. You stumble off of the platform you were lying on and onto your face. Sharp pain resonates from your forehead as you turn yourself upright. You notice you seem to be wearing your high school uniform for some odd reason while your surroundings remain a blur.

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>>2970848

As you struggle to your feet in a haze, your eyes slowly adjust to your surroundings. You’re greeted with an assault of colors and what looks to be some form of strange machinery all across the walls, the shapes are vaguely familiar, but your brain struggles to comprehend the details. The room you find yourself in seems to be relatively small with curved corners and what seems to be a foreign mechanism at the far end.

70 SP

(10)Examine the mechanism
(5) Examine self
(5) Pinch self and attempt to awaken.
(2) Simply sit on the floor up against the pedestal you woke up on, and try to calm your panic.

(Going to leave it for now to get some sleep. I'll be back at it around 4 PM CST tomorrow.)

>>2970859
>Examine self

>>2971786
(5) Examine self

>>2970859
>(2) Simply sit on the floor up against the pedestal you woke up on, and try to calm your panic.
this quest is nice. really well drawn for /qst/ standards and seems to be moving along well

>>2970859
>(5) Examine self
this dreamscape is giving me a real Hylics Vibe

>>2970859
>(5) Examine self

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>>2972484
>>2972462
>>2971871
>>2971786

You look at your uniform; Pelbin High School, the emblem showcasing the four pillars, Athletics, Acting, the pursuit of knowledge and… apples? It’s been a while since you’ve been asked about it and you can’t quite remember what the apple was for. Your preferred pillar was acting back then, since a couple of your friends participated in theater. You can’t recall whether you were actually good at acting, or if you just liked hanging out with your friends. Unfortunately theater productions are hard to coordinate outside of any kind of school, but you guess the most damning part is the fact that you still couldn’t bring yourself to talk to your old friends if you wanted to.

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>>2972707

Huh. You think about how it’s kind of funny the uniform still fits you like a glove, but you chalk it up to your lack of growth. Were the sleeves always this long?

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>>2972710

You hear guitar strumming in the distance, desperate to find anything familiar in this rainbow nightmare, the stray licks beckon you through the strange door and through the chaos. Eventually you find yourself face to face with five other people. The source of the strumming, a scruffy man with a bale of hair wearing a t-shirt way too big for him; He gives you a half nod as he focuses solely on his guitar. Next to him, a rather tall, somewhat built man wearing a tank top, and pajama pants, he gives a disheartened “Hey.”

“Oh, Another girl,” A rather bubbly looking girl dressed in a crop top with a neon pink frilly skirt and black shorts. Possibly the only person here that looks like they belong.

In one of the ‘chairs’ you see another man with his head in his hands. From this angle you can tell he has dark, tight curly hair. He wears black slacks, and a dress shirt with tie dangling towards his legs.

Between the tall man, and the guy with a guitar, a somewhat subdued woman wearing a large hoodie, and a web of raven black hair stands silently looking at you.


65 SP

(5): Introduce yourself.
(2): Simply say “Hi” and take a seat, these people might not be your friends.

>>2972717
>(2): Simply say “Hi” and take a seat, these people might not be your friends.

>>2972717
>(5): Introduce yourself.

>>2972717
>(2): Simply say “Hi” and take a seat, these people might not be your friends.

>>2972717
>(2): Simply say “Hi” and take a seat, these people might not be your friends.

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>>2972776
>>2972719
>>2972818


"Hi."

You give a half wave, then silently take a seat, hoping to ride this dream to the morning with peace and quiet. The bubbly girl keeps glancing at you with a perplexed look on her face, she saunters around the table and behind you. You follow the girl with eyes growing increasingly closed off and tense; When she gets behind you her curious expression vanishes, "Ah, you're a square!"

"What?"

"You're a square," She reiterates monotonously.

Your expression shifts to one of wild curiosity and contempt. The bubbly girl is taken aback, then starts chuckling, "Sorry, I mean on your back it's a square."

"They won't let us use our real names, so they put shapes on our backs. Like - I'm a circle, tall boy over there is a Hexagon, guitar dude is a rhombus, chill girl is a pentagon, and the black guy is a triangle."

"I'm a ... square?" you strain to look at your back, noticing some foreign markings.

Triangle, the man with the tie, sighs, "This is all fucked. We got abducted by fucking aliens and you're treating this like some god damned book club."

"Well, what else am I supposed to do? Am I supposed to sit here and be scared out of my mind like you?!" Circle, the bubbly girl, throws her arms up in the air.

Rhombus, the guy with the guitar, chuckles, "Fuckin' weird dream, man."

63 SP

(3) Ask a question (specify)
(1) Remain silent and try to mentally work through what's happening.

>>2972834
>(1) Remain silent and try to mentally work through what's happening.
This is nice but as always nice quest run when I'm unable to follow them.

>>2972834
>Ask a question
Where are you guys from?

>(3) Ask a question (specify)
Whats stopping us from using our real name?

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>>2972916
>>2972994


Abducted by aliens... Somehow, you feel like Triangle's got the right idea, but fear and anxiety have always been your rusted sword and splintered shield.

Hexagon, the tall man, sighs, "We'll be alright. They haven't killed us, so that means they want to study us."

Triangle sinks deeper into his hands, "Great. Thanks. Because that's so much better."

"Whatever they're going to do to us, There's nothing we can do about it right now. We just have to try to learn as much as we can."

The room is once again brought to silence as you all seem to agree.

You stir in your seat, "So... Where’s everyone from?"

Hexagon shakes his head, "No locations."

"What?"

He shrugs, "Yeah. I have no idea, the voice just told us no locations."

“... What’s stopping us?”

Hexagon points to a camera, “They’ll kill us, they told us as much.[/spoiler]

"Yes hello?!"

The sudden voice startles you causing you to whip around and notice a silhouette on a screen at the far end of the room.

"I would much like to explain why you are here!"

You already notice the points?

All six of you look nervously around and at each other.

Maybe you’re not so evolved to see them, but your inside, inside can see points.

All of you are losers. You are in the brain, loser.

Hexagon scoffs, "What the hell are you talking about?"

Translation. Maybe I'm not so good. The module my first time using.

Suddenly the screen vanishes, and another pops up with a different silhouette.

That’s right! We've gathered you up because you are all losers! All of you are contestants on this wonderful tradition! Sunday Night Loser Fight!

We’ve studied the qualities of human culture and have perfected it. In this show, losers will have to beat our challenges to gain points, and win!

Last year we may have started a new tradition with our popular first challenge, and this year is no different.

TEAM DEATH BATTLE FOR 300 POINTS!

The voice echos throughout the room and is consumed by complete silence.

"Fuckin' weird dream, man." Rhombus chuckles once again.

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>>2973047

One of the walls next to you rolls open and reveals a much larger room full of random nonsense.

Your possible human methods of killing are as follows...

You have a big tall tower with a big tall rock at the top of it. Lure the challenger underneath and crush it!

You have a tube full of deadly blades that intermittently stab and cut! Lead your challenger inside but be careful you don’t get chopped up.

Finally, you have a body of water, but beware, water can be deadly to humans.

Here’s a Challenger Hint. Usually you have to spend points to get these, but this one is free!

The challenger hint for tonight is: The challenger is small.

Well there you have it, now discuss amongst yourselves your gameplan!

Triangle’s hands finally give up supporting his head as it hits the table, “We’re fucked.”

“Look, we just have to fight, okay? I know it seems scary, but we have to try.”
Hexagon enthusiastically pleads as even Circle seems put off by what just took place, “We have to get to it to do it, come on guys.”

60 SP

(20) Assert yourself and come up with a plan (write out plan)
(10) [input special action]
(5) Nod.

>>2973054
(5) Nod.

>>2973054
>(5) Nod. I'm doubtful of all this until we see some gruesome looney tunes murder.

I'm not keen on picking the lowest-point cost option every time, it seems a good way to repeat the soda thing. Doing well should give us more points, if these aliens are gonna just...beam points of mental energy into our heads or whatever, and you have to spend money to make money, right?
>>2973054
>(20) Assert yourself and come up with a plan (write out plan)
We're going to be challenged by...something small. And it sounds like the challenger is something that can be baited? That seems like what they expect us to do, anyway. Triangle and Rhombus, how about you guys climb the tower. You don't have to do anything else except push the rock when you think it'll squish the...challenger. Unless one of you thinks he can push it on his own. Everyone else will be the ground team, I guess. Split up and try our best to get its attention.

Plan A is to drown it. Bait it near the water, grab onto it, since it's small, and just hold it down. Which of us can swim? Whoever thinks they're the strongest swimmer, that's your job. Wait near the water until the other bait it there.

If that's not possible, cause it's spiky or a robot or something, then Plan B is to run near the tower and hopefully squash it. If that fails then whoever's on the tower, come down and join the ground team.

And, uh, for the last resort, there's the tube. I don't want to think about it. ...I'll go first, if it comes to that.

>>2973131
Fuck it, supporting

>>2973146
Oh and I'm>>2973075 just to clarify

>>2973131
Supporting this.

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>>2973186
>>2973147
>>2973146
>>2973131

Everyone seems out of it, and not really enthusiastic about fighting for their lives, everyone except Hexagon.

"Look, Guys, we're not losers, okay? We can do this, We just need to come up with a plan, find an opportunity, and reach out and grab it. And we don't let go, not until we come out on top! Cause we can win!"

Triangle scoffs, "Thanks, coach."

Despite the cheesy speech somehow it resonates with you, and fills you with a little bit of drive, (+30) coupled with a resignation of your own fate, you take it upon yourself to begin formulating a plan.

"Who's good at swimming?" You ask.

Circle raises her hand, "Oh, me!"

"Alright, then we'll try drowning it."

"Uuh, I don't want to do that," Circle meekly withdraws.

Hexagon raises his hand, "I'll do it."

You get back to your plan, "Okay, so if we can't lure it into the water, then our next option is to is to squash it with the big rock. Triangle and Rhombus will push the rock and the rest of us will try to get it on target."

"Man, this is like some looney tunes shit," Rhombus chuckles.

"It's not going to be like looney tunes, we have to get this right." You firmly claim.

"If none of this works, then I guess we'll do the tunnel ... I'll lure it in." You volunteer.

Circle shakes her head "Square, you sure?"

"I'm the smallest one, not by much, but still ... "

“Wow, you’re brave.”

You let out a nervous sigh, “Pretty cool for a square, huh?”

Circle smiles from ear to ear.

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>>2973337

Alright! Ready? 3… 2… 1… Go!

A panel opens up in a wall, and something walks out between you and the obstacles.

“Christ! What the --” Circle yells, the rest of you recoil in fear.

You hear the voice crackle and come in again.

It’s another human.

Triangle throws his arm outwards gesturing to the abomination, “A fucking -- that is not at all --.”

We put mods on it.

All of you stand completely still, weary of the lean mass of flesh before you.

Go on.

Do that plan. It sounded pretty good.

70 SP

10 Someone [choose] lure the creature away, everyone else runs for it and tries to lure the creature back.
10 Spread out and run for it at the same time, it can’t get all of us.

>>2973351
>Someone [hex] lure the creature away, everyone else runs for it and tries to lure the creature back.

>>2973355
>10 Someone [hex+pentagon] lure the creature away, everyone else runs for it and tries to lure the creature back.
I guess the plan's still on? But, uh, if they claim it's a human then we'll need more than one to drown it, probably. I was imagining 'small' as more like a dog.

>>2973355
>10 Someone [choose] lure the creature away, everyone else runs for it and tries to lure the creature back.

BUILT MAN GOOOO. It we split, it's going to go after the slowest one guarenteed.

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>>2973528
>>2973477
>>2973358

“What now?” Triangle whispers.

“Hex, maybe… try and lure it away, then we’ll try to call it back to us,” You suggest.

“Uh, sure…” Hexagon creeps to the side.

“Hey - uh - Hey fella.” He cautiously looks as the creature begins to slither over towards him.

You motion for everyone to take their places, then you look back to see Hexagon on the ground bleeding profusely, and the creature in a full sprint bounding towards the group.

Everyone runs frantically to find any sort of cover they can, in a flash you find yourself with Triangle halfway up the tower. Your breath long gone, the two of you reach the top and try to figure out where everyone is. Pentagon, Rhombus and Circle are in the center of the lake, and the creature is patrolling the shore. It doesn’t look like they’ll be able to get close enough to drag it in.

60 SP

(10) Distract the creature by yelling at it while one of the three tries to get in position under the rock. Then you and Triangle push the rock over.

(10) Get the three to distract the creature and you head for the tube.

>>2973536
>Distract the creature by yelling at it while one of the three tries to get in position under the rock. Then you and Triangle push the rock over.

>>2973536
>Distract the creature by yelling at it while one of the three tries to get in position under the rock. Then you and Triangle push the rock over.

Dammit. I hope it's like Gantz and we can revive/heal people

hes DEEEEAAAADDDDD

>>2973536

>Distract the creature by yelling at it while one of the three tries to get in position under the rock. Then you and Triangle push the rock over.
so those mods seem useful

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>>2973780
>>2973595
>>2973550

You decide to try and yell to distract the creature, “Hey guys!” The three in the lake look over to you, “I’m going to distract it, someone get under the rock and then draw it over!” The three seem to have a small whispered discussion, and pentagon begrudgingly raises her hand.

You, and Triangle keep yelling as Pentagon takes her position, she then yells, “Okay GO GO GO GO!”

You begin pushing the rock with all your might.

You don’t want to be a disappointment.

You keep pushing.

You don’t want to upset anyone.

You keep pushing.

If anyone needs to suffer, it’s you.

You keep pushing.

You hear distant shouting...

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>>2973854

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>>2973857

"Hey uh, we gotta run."

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>>2973861

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Deep below the lake you regain consciousness, your arms sting as strings of blood trail to the surface. How could you have let everyone down like that? Why didn't you pay attention? Well you suppose it doesn't matter, you'll just drown and then wake up, right?

Wake up to another day at Emmit's where you'll have another bad day and another existential crisis, followed by probably another bad dream.

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>>2973880


You see the creature slowly struggling its way to shore

50 SP

(15)Reach out and grab it.
(2)Give up.

>>2973883
>(15)Reach out and grab it.

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>>2973887

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ot_Y1E2Gkok

You grab hold of the monster's leg

You want to succeed.

35 SP

(15)Hold on.
(2)Let go.

>>2973894
>(15)Hold on.

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>>2973900


The monster reacts and scratches your face.

You want to be proud of yourself.

20SP

(15)Hold on.
(2)Let go.

>>2973904
>(15)Hold on.

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>>2973913

The monster struggles, it's strength draining. It drifts motionless.

If anyone should be happy, it's you.

5 SP

(15) Hold on.

(5) Let go.

>>2973918
>(15) Hold on.
Do we die?

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>>2973926

Your alarm is set to go off in exactly one minute. You awaken violently. You have to work in an hour, and you really should just get up. You desperately grasp at your face and examine your arms.

>A) Get up and get ready for work.
>B) Try to sleep 30 minutes longer.

>>2973944
>B) Try to sleep 30 minutes longer.
No more mental energy bullshit? Nap time.

>>2973944
>>A) Get up and get ready for work.

>>2973960
supporting
didn't we clock in early yesterday? that sorta gives us leeway

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>>2973960
>>2974031

Relieved, you feel on top of the world and because of this you sleep thirty minutes longer. You opt for a quick Munchy Grain fruit bar rather than the bland cereal. You practically inhale the bar and still have time to walk to work.

You arrive a couple minutes before your shift. "Yo. Aggie," Bradley gives a half wave while sitting in an office chair and rolling it around.

You stand in the break room, ready to go.

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>>2974058

"Y'know Ed got fucked up. Full coma," Bradley shakes his head, "Sucks, man. probably the best shift lead."

"That's terrible," you respond.

"Yeah... fuck man, hope he gets out of it."

>>2974068
Oh fuck me, we didn't see what Ed looked like. Was he the dude who got necked?

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>>2974058

Bradley glances at the clock and sighs, "Welp," he lazily stands up, "Let's ... get to it to do it .. or whatever Ed says," he quotes.

You stand in the break room deep in thought.

290 SP

>>2974077

(Alright that's it for now, I might continue it on Wednesday if people like it. Maybe at a different time. Let me know.)

>>2974082
thanks for running

go man go

>>2974082
Thanks for running OP

>>2974082
great stuff OP, though I gotta say, we are way less of a loser in comparison to Van Goodard.

>>2974082
I like it and I wouldn't mind different time slot.

>>2974077
>Let's ... get to it to do it
rip ed

>>2974077
Holy shit
Poor Hex

So I'm going to wait until Friday to run again. I want to get some stuff set up.

>>2974644
A couple hours before sound any better?

>>2975984
See ya then

>>2975984
I like this

>>2975984
Yup.

>>2975984

The next run is going to be a new thread probably under the name Sunday Night Loser Fight. It's going to go up tomorrow at 2 PM CST so I hope you can come along and play. It might still run slow for now (over the course of 5 - 8 hours) I can be kind of slow with drawing, but hopefully as we go on I'll start running it a little faster.

The next session after that would be on Sunday, same time. Depending on what happens, I might run Saturday too for a shorter session, but we'll see.

I'm going to try to run every Friday and Sunday. I also want to try to clean up some of the art/draw some additional art and begin posting it somewhere. I'll try to start that next week but I have to decide exactly where I'm going to post that stuff, so if anyone has any preferences/ideas let me know.

>>2979452
You know how to archive?

>>2979469
Yup.
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2969344/

The new thread is up.

>>2981936