>>3397537
>>Write-in
>Wake up your virgin loser brother and make him make breakfast for us

>>3397619
Writing.

>>3397619


>>Write-in
>Wake up your virgin loser brother and make him make breakfast for us

You walk upstairs and knock your little bro’s room, even though you were born only 69 seconds you still consider him your little brother. You bang louder on the door accidentally making a fist-shaped hole.

“Gosh dangit that’s the 3rd hole this week Chad,” you brother says from inside.

“Get dressed and make some breakfast mom can’t move because of dad,” you say.

After waiting outside for a few minutes, you enter your brother’s room to see what the hold-up was. Immediately you are assaulted with a bright ass room. Anime girl poster and figurines line the wall, his bed is covered with lotion and tissue paper, there is some gay ass Swedish music playing on his laptop. Anime girls bobbing their hands up and down singing something called “Caramelldansen”.

Looking over to your twin brother you see his nerdy glasses lanky legs and arms. He is dressed in a black shirt that says [Anime is Life] along with a pair of boring colored jeans. Unlike your well-tanned skin from working out at the beach, your brother has a very pale skin complexion.

“Goddammit what the fuck is up with your room Virgil,” you say.

“I had a long night raiding on Final Destination 13, the healers wouldn’t adjust,” Virgil says.

“How about you go heal my stomach and make me some breakfast,” you say.

“Fine…”

>[Time Skip to eating Breakfast with Father]

“Chad today is Prom night correct?” your father asks.

“Uh? Yah dad I have been telling you all about it during our father-son reps at the gym,” you say.

“Are you taking anyone?” your father asks.

“As if that is even a question, I’m taking Sally of course. Maybe even her hot cousin Rebecca,” you say.

“Well your mother is expecting you to be home by at least 10…tomorrow,” your father says.

“I’m not going to prom night, my static is raiding Os5 tonight. I’m the top parser,” Virgil says.

Your father puts down his coffee and his newspaper. He’s serious .

“Son, you’re a Tankerson. You don’t look like one but you're going to prom and coming home a man like your brother Chad,” your father says.

“I-I can’t do it, dad, I never talked to a g-girl before,” Virgil says.

“Well, you are going to. TODAY! Chad help your brother find a girl for prom,” your father says angrily.

“What do I get out of it?” you ask.

“$500 and the car for a week,” your father says.

“Fuck yeah,” you say.

You hear the bus pull up to the bus stop.

“I-I’m going to be late,” Virgil says.

>Take your brother to school in your dad’s car

>Make him take the bus

>Write-in

>>3397661

>Write In

Put our little brother on our shoulder and rush in to the school bus like a freaking action hero.

>>3397619
>>3397676

>Put our little brother on our shoulder and rush into the school bus like a freaking action hero.

“Don’t worry bro, we’ll find you a date for prom,” you say.

Grabbing your puny little brother off his chair you place him on your shoulder and with great strides of testosterone, you leap out of the door to your house. You can hear your father telling you two to have a great day at school. The bus pulls up to the bus stops, using 40% of your muscle toned calves’ power you arrive at the bus just in time. The Spanish bus driver greets you as you walk in, handing you his families famous chili cheese hot dog as you mount on the bus. He wishes you luck for prom tonight…great man.

You set your brother on one of the seats and sit down next to him.

“I think I’m going to be sick,” Virgil says.

“Not on my watch bro, tonight the only sick thing you are going to do is get a date for prom. I know you like them anime bitches, but what type of girl do you like? Don’t give me any of that dumb anime 2d is better than 3d shit. There’s has to be at least one, unless…your gay?” you say.

“I’m not gay?! There is one type of girl I do like though…”

>2nd Hottest Babe at HS Rebecca (Your GF’s Cousin)?

>Small Tiddy Goth GF who smokes kush in the toilet stall?

>The girl in my anime club who cosplay as guys?

>Write-in?

>>3397706
That kuudere (silent type to normie like Chad) who sits in the library reading a bad fanfictions of BL animes.

>>3397706
>>The girl in my anime club who cosplay as guys?

>>3397706
>>The girl in my anime club who cosplay as guys?

>>3397716
+1

Update will be at 4:30PM.

>>3397706
>Small Tiddy Goth GF who smokes kush in the toilet stall?

>>3397706
>That kuudere (silent type to normie like Chad) who sits in the library reading a bad fanfictions of BL animes.
Well, at least our brother has decent-ish tastes. That kind of girl tends to have a great body that is hidden under a sweater two sizes bigger than what she should wear and unkept hair.

>>3397706
>That kuudere (silent type to normie like Chad) who sits in the library reading a bad fanfictions of BL animes.

>>3398536
>>3398360
>>3398343
>>3397839
>>3397822
>>3397716

>Kuudere writing

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>>3398775
>Turns out that our dear bro likes pic related.

>>3398819
Little bro has excellent taste. If only chapters actually came out!

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>>3397716
>>3397822
>>3397839
>>3397866
>>3398343
>>3398360
>>3398536
>>3398819
>>3398884


>That kuudere (silent type to normie like Chad) who sits in the library reading a bad fanfictions of BL animes.

“I like the kuudeere who sits in the library,” Virgil says.

“The kuude what?” you ask.

“The quiet girl who I often see reading in the library reading the manga they offer on the bookshelves. She is always there just sitting her pretty long hair, her emotionless face. Her hair smells like coconuts and palm trees,” Virgil says.

“How do you know what her hair smells like?” you ask.

“I…uh…smell it during our math class she sits behind me so I just breathe in that sweet aroma in,” Virgil says.

“First. Don’t do that, you sound like you have autism. Tankerson’s aren’t autistic. Second. You are taking this girl to prom what’s her name?” you ask.

“…I don’t know,” Virgil says.

“Alright, I’m done. We’re getting you this girl,” you say.

You get up from your seat and swallow the bus driver’s famous family chili cheese hot dog down your throat. It burns inside but you ignore and walk down the aisle of the bus.

“Hey Pedro, dejame conducir el bus,” you tell the Hispanic bus driver with the most broken Spanish ever.

Pedro the bus driver gets up from the driver’s seat while the vehicle is still in motion. He takes out a full [Taco Bell Make-Your-Own Burrito] Kit and starts to cook his family’s burritos for the kids on the bus. You sit on the bus driver seat and put on the intercom for the bus. Put your seat belt on Pedro I’m getting my little bro a date for prom.

You push down roughly on the gas pedal and engage the nitro in the hidden compartment. It seems that Pedro has been taking your advice on drag racing with a school bus. You zoom through Miami traffic, like a cheetah chasing its prey. Cars get out of the way as you make your way down the lane just like in the bible. You quickly pull up to the school and stop the vehicle. Steeping off you see a large crowd fawning over your amazing driving, making it to school 30 minutes earlier than normal. Enough for Virgil and you to find that girl before the first period.

Some of the girls give screams as you start to flex in your $200 SUPREME shirt, talking about how much clout you have. Pedro has finished cooking his burritos and begins handing them out to the students as they dismount off the bus. Telling them to visit his families restaurant after school.

“Virgil show me where you think this girl might hang out before school,” you ask him.

>In the library

>Homeroom

>Cafeteria

>Write-in

>>3398884
Ask and you shall receive, let me write though.

>>3398885
>In the library
The only real place where she can read her taiwanese books in peace!

But first we need to clean up the act of our brother!
>Go to the bathroom and make our bother presentable.

>>3398905
Supporting

>>3398905
>>3398923

>In the library
The only real place where she can read her Taiwanese books in peace!

But first, we need to clean up the act of our brother!
>Go to the bathroom and make our bother presentable.

“She’ll most likely be in the library, the only place where she can read her manga in peace,” Virgil says.

“Before we go to the library we need to clean you up and make sure you look as fresh like me. Come with me to the locker room I’ll help you out,” you say.

On the way to the locker room, you give your girl Sally a quick peck on the cheek. You tell her you are busy and will see her later during lunch with the bros. You walk into the locker room the sweet smell of jockstrap and sweat fills your nostrils, a great way to start your morning.

“Ugh, it smells like penis in here bro,” Virgil says.

“It’s called a dick, and first things you are doing is getting out of your clothes and wearing my spare clothing for gym class. They reek of Tankerson testosterone that makes any girl go ‘uwu’ as you nerds call it,” you say.

What clothes do you hand your brother?

>Thrasher shirt & Ripped Jeans

>$100 SUPREME shirt & Clout Goggles

>Redneck Camo Clothing

>Write-in

>>3398975
ooh boy! i can already see this will fail spectacularly!

>$100 SUPREME shirt & Clout Goggles

>>3398975
>$100 SUPREME shirt & Clout Goggles
We have a signature style after all.

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>$100 SUPREME shirt & Clout Goggles

You hand your brother your $100 SUPREME shirt and some clout goggles. Your father told you during your last father-son PR day that he wanted Virgil to look least like a dweeb and more like a Tankerson. While the shirt looks two sizes too large for him, you are sure he’ll grow into it. You snap a pic of your brother and send it to the football team and your father, ‘Out here with my bro trying to get him a date for prom’.

“Looking good, let’s go see that girl before the first period,” you say.

You stroll outside with your little bro, wearing matching SUPREME shirts . Even though the real clout producers can tell that your shirt is more SUPREME than your brother, his clout goggles help raise them to nearly your level. The two of you are clearly the talk of the school as you stride down the hallways, some of the kids from the bus spit out pieces of their burritos seeing how cool the SUPREME brother combo is. The two of you walk into the library, your brother is pointing out the girl that he likes between some bookshelves.

“T-that’s the girl Chad,” Virgil says.

“Damn, not going to lie you have some good taste she does look fine, if you want, we can tag team after prom?” you suggest.

“W-what? Tag team? What do you mean?” Virgil asks.

“Never mind..., just go out there and show here how cool you are. I’m sure she will be fawning over you in seconds,” you say as you push Virgil into the open.

>Roll 1d100 for Virgil to not drop his spaghetti.

Rolled 100 (1d100)

>>3399150
Chad believes in you, bro!

>>3398982
>>3399046
Forgot to click the reply button.

>>3399156
OH FUCK IT WORKED

on another unrelated note, that girl has super trashy tastes, but it doesn't surprises me, given that she reads trashy BL novels. She might as well think that one of her novels is coming true.

>>3399150
>>3399156
LETS
FUCKING
GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOo

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>>3399156
>>3399170
>>3399046


>Nat 100 ._.

You watch your brother undergo a transformation that is blind to the naked eyed. A transformation only Tankerson’s can see. The absolute levels of clout wafting of your clothes strengthen your brother’s confidence 10x fold to walk up to speak to the woman. You wonder what your brother will use for his pickup line to pick up this woman. You watch as he raises his arm into the air and brings it down on the girl's shoulder. The pressing on her shoulder causes the air around you to shake and tumble. The book in the girl's hand flies out, but your brother catches it with his other hand.

The girl looks up to Virgil staring deep into his eyes…

“Hey…” Virgil says giving the unnamed girl a smile, that only true Tankerson’s can give.

The girl looks away before embracing your younger brother. You can see the levels of clout rising as she holds your brother tightly. You are so proud of him.

Your brother looks at the book…

“Killing Stalking? I love this,” he says.

“O-Oniichan desuka?” the girl says.

“She speaks fucking weeb. What a score,” you say.

The coach of the soccer team comes up from behind, tapping your brother on the shoulder.

“O ye, what are you doing with my daughter homeie?” the coach asks.

“I…uh…wanted to take her to prom,” Virgil says.

“Well if you want to take her to prom you have to beat the futbol team at futbol. During lunch, come to the field and face us in a match,” the coach says before dragging his daughter away while eating one of Pedro’s burritos.

“Bro, what am I going to do? I thought I had her, but I can’t play soccer!” Virgil says.

“Sure, you can. When you went up there to speak to that girl, I saw the Tankerson blood flowing within you. Just wearing my clout filled clothing jumpstarted your system. You can play futbol and I can show you how,” you say.

>Go to the first Period and take your math test.

>Skip Class and go train your brother.

>Write-in

>>3399276
>Skip Class and go train your brother.
The teacher owes us a favor from that time we saved her kitten from the power lines, we should be fine.

>Cue a mulan styled training routine in the 3 hours we have before lunch.

Chances are she is already have hearts floating in her sides like a mind controlled lovestruck maiden. She found the best husbando of her life.

Just look out for our big bro or she will ship us.......hard

You know what? we should also talk with the team, but not because we want them to lose. Oh no, our dear brother will lose, but he will lose with his head up! and that will show Da' coach that Virgil tankerson is MORE THAN WORTHY of taking his weeb-neet-BL-lovin' daughter to prom!

and if he refuses, we grab a ladder and run away with both of them.

>>3399647
We just fulfill each and every girl fantasies that she was reading for and now fall harder to out virgin neet little bro. But that would change this night and he will became a neet little bro now

>>3399693
But our little bro is becoming a true chad. I don't see how this will make him a neet...or at least more neet than what he already is.

>>3399715
He would I mean with the girl already in the bag, they will rot together in a cramped space content on each other as they share the taste only our brother can only comprehend......or unless if it keeps up, our little bro will bag a cosplayer, a jav actress, a VA of her waifu and the author of her most favorite light novel.

>>3399815
well, you are right, but now that the Tankerson™ gene has been activated in his frail body, it will be easier to get him to the gym(and her future girlfriend too, why not).

I'll start writing in 30m. ish

>>3399872
oh yeah

Your fortune: Average Luck

>>3399895
I'll bless you too anon......

Your fortune: Good news will come to you by mail

>>3399906
now I'll do the same to you!

Your fortune: ｷﾀ━━━━━━(ﾟ∀ﾟ)━━━━━━ !!!!

>>3399915
>I'm Vergil

Eh~ fortune speaks the truth. I'm such a fucking weeb

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>>3399297
>>3399620

>Skip Class and go train your brother.
The teacher owes us a favor from that time we saved her kitten from the power lines, we should be fine.

>Cue a Mulan styled training routine in the 3 hours we have before lunch.

You walk over to your math class and tell your professor that he needs to skip class to train your brother for the big game during lunch. He agrees since you helped save his cat wife who was stuck on some powerlines the other day

>Time skip to the football field

“Alright…Drop and give me 20,” you say.

Your brother drops on to the ground and struggles to do two push-ups before falling over. The Tankerson testosterone does need bi-daily PR’s at the gym to work…You decide its best to call the team over.

“Hey bros, I need your help to help train my wimpy brother into shape by lunch,” you text your friends.

“What in it for us?” your teammates ask in the group chat.

“Food.”

“Fuck yeah! We’ll be over in 2 minutes.

Soon your football teammates are surrounding Virgil. Large bulking men dress in full combat football gear.

“You're going to be our runner for the game Virgil, and its time to whip you into shape,” you say.

>Cue a Mulan styled training routine in the 3 hours we have before lunch

You did everything during your training montage to whip Virgil into shape…well as much as you could in 3 hours. Pushups, sit ups, passing the ball around, drinking Gatorade, and looking at the girl's track team pass by.

The unnamed girl father steps up to the field, behind him is the [WHITE KNIGHT] futbol team. They are carrying a white and black checkered ball in their hands.

“That ain’t a football!” you yell out.

“Of course not, we are playing futbol not football,” one of the white knights say.

“If you want to take our queen to prom you have to beat us in our game,” one of the other white knights said.

“Chad it looks like we have no choice, we have to play futbol ,” Virgil says.

“ALRIGHT BOYS LETS PLAY SOME GOD DAMN FUT BOL THEN!” you yell.

Your team is inspired by your mighty shout and instantly know the rules of how to play futbol. You notice that the girl is watching on the sideline with a book in one hand and a smoothie in the other.

“You're going on offense Virgil. Show off how much your 3-hour training has paid off!

Pedro the bus driver steps on to the field as a referee for the game.

White Knights vs Pussy Slayers BEGIN!

>Roll 1d100+10

Rolled 3 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>3400107

Rolled 100 (1d100)

>>3400107

>>3400116
Oh my.

I'll write this after I write the update for my main quest.

The CHAD gods are smiling onto our very brother Vergil! Truly the Kuudere read something on her trashy novels about this scenario.....

>>3400116
Epic

>>3400116
I think Vergil is going to pull some anime moves in his chinese cartoons that the Kuudere also know because he reads those trashy BL too.

>>3400274
How did you know? I'm was mid writing that part rn.

>>3400274
>>3400201
Turns out that escaping from bullies and the Tankerson genes makes you an excellent runner

>>3400113
>>3400116
>>3400201
>>3400258


>100

The game being tough easy enough to say…for the white knights. While futbol players may be faster, they couldn’t get past the pristine physique of the real Football players, a true American sport. Once more you can see your brother transform into a true Tankerson. Clout levels rise above all as he wear his goggles under his helmet, it nearly brings a tear to your well-chiseled face. What surprises you is how he harnesses the power into a spiritual being of clout that rises from behind him. You hear him whisper something so subtly you almost didn’t catch it.

“…This is my stand!” Virgil says.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jdB4ER_-mSY

A cloud of Tankerson smoke arises from his back. There you see your great grandfather [ChadMeister Tankerson] in all his glory, known to kill 40 Nazis with his barehands during the war while killing 40 more with only using his mind to control his rifle. You watch your brother move fast as lightning towards the ball, using 80% of the power in his calves to move kick the ball forward. You move forward following your brothers lead, but only using 50% of the power in your calves as to let your little brother have the spotlight.

>[1/2](Character count Limit)

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“Pass!” Virgil yells out passing the ball to you between the legs of three white knight players.

“Nice pass little bro!” you say as you dribble the ball with your feet.

A white knight comes sliding into your legs nearly causing you to trip and fall over. A teammate is able to recover the ball, the white knights are playing dirtier than they normally are. Truly trying to protect their queen who they are unable to even speak to. Your teammate passes the ball to your brother but kicks it up to high.

Virgil does some weird martial art poses in place before jumping into the sun covering the field in momentary darkness. Looking over to the unnamed girl you see that she is no longer looking at her book and her full attention is on him. Virgil headbutts the ball and yells [KUNG-FU STRIKE] preventing the ball from going out of bounds.

Jumping up you receive the ball to your chest you feel it digging in as it burns your clothes a little bit. Your brother falls back to the ground he appears to be getting tired and your great grandfather is fading away.
“DIAMOND FORMATION!” you call out.

The offense, defense, and goalie leave their positions and make a diamond formation on the playing field in the middle is Virgil with the ball. Your great grandfather sends flashbacks into the minds of your team as he braved the storm of bullets during trench welfare before killing everyone insight, inspiring your team to bulldoze everyone in the way. Reaching the outside goal line your brother kicks the ball into the air yelling, [FIYAAAH TORNADOE]! The ball is sent through the air burning the net in front of it like a meteor. You see your great grandfather salute you goodbye, before fading away.

>The bell rings signifying the end of lunch.

“Virgil! Virgil! Virgil!” your team cheers your little bro on, you make sure he gets all the spotlight he deserves.

The unnamed girl comes over to him, there is silence in the group.

“Will you go to prom with me, Marta?” Virgil asks.

“Yes.” She says.

Everyone cheers. The coach walks away with his hat thrown down on the floor, calling the White Knights over to the locker room. Pedro the bus driver/referee walks up to you and hands you a victory burrito congratulating the Pussy Slayers over their win on the White Knights.

“I’ll see you at the dance later my king,” Marta says before walking away skipping.

“D-d-dance! Bro…I don’t know the first thing about dancing!” Virgil says.

“It’s ok after we wash up in the locker room I’ll show you,” you say.

“Y-you mean shower…together?” Virgil asks.

“Uh…Yeah! After a good bro down, we shower our sweat off,” you say wrapping Virgil by the neck with your arm.

What type of dances should you teach Virgil? As a Chad you were
taught many different styles of dances and learned to master them all.

>Fortnite Dances

>Rave Dances

>Slow Dances

>Write-in

>>3400278
He probably stalks inside your room.

>>3400377
>Slow Dances
We don't have the time for a really suave tango, and slow daces are well, slow, and easy-ish to learn.

>>3400377
>The ultimate form of chad dancing combining all known dances

>>3400507
+1

>"Oh yeah I forgot about this quest I wonder what's happened"
>sees not one but 2 fucking 100s in a fucking row
Holy shit

>>3401122
its the power of CHAD

I’ll post update when I finish classes for the day.

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>>3400381
>>3400413
>>3400507
>>3400714
>>3401122
>>3401197

>The ultimate form of chad dancing combining all known dances
After practicing general hygiene so that you won’t smell in public and looked down upon in society. You call in another favor with your English professor promising her that you will teach her how to play the Piano at her place later. She wanted to see if she could mix indie rock with classic piano, much like your cousin Chaadd could.

You take Virgil to a shaded area of the parking lot there are several goth people smoking kush with the homeless. Remember there is always enough kush to go around, even if it’s the homeless people.

“Alright little bro, do you already know what type of dance I’m going to teach you?” you ask.

“Is it the Chad-dining? The type of dance I've seen at Aunt Besley’s Thanksgiving extravaganza where you mix in all styles of dancing instantaneously based of the type of music that is playing, but as well as the type of setting that you are in? The type of dance that I never attempted to do because I was grinding As4 Extreme mode trying to keep up my top parse because it was raid night?” Virgil asks.

“Yes exactly. Now I don’t know what the fuck ‘Top Parse’ means but today on the dance floor you will be ‘Top Parsing’ so hard that the Marta girl will want to take heal you're whatever away,” you say.
“Show me how to do it Chad!” Virgil says excitedly.

https://youtu.be/qfPPDnWa7I0

You put on some music and strike a pose. Before using 20% of your power in your legs and arms as not to blow away Virgil with the strength and vigorous of your dancing. First, you start off slow with slower more romantic dancing. Pretending that you are dancing with your girlfriend Sally, then moving a little faster with more upbeat dancing. The small tidy goth girl gets up and starts dancing alongside you as you dance to the music that is getting faster. The goth girl is surprisingly able to keep up with you as you transition to more modern dances such as the popular FortXite dances.

The music suddenly changes to slower romantic music. The goth girl takes your hand as she moves into a slow dance with you. Looking closer as the girl you notice that her kush levels are allowing her to keep up with you while staying conscious. Truly someone with a high IQ in dancing and resisting the drowsiness that high-grade kush can induce. Mid-dancing the song goes into a classic goth rave. Your clout levels mix with the girl’s high Kush levels teleporting the 3 of you to a nearby underpass where other goth people are preparing to dance. You let go of the goth girl’s hand as she joins her gothic brethren’s in what is sure to be a great rave.

You turn to your brother.

“Virgil. It’s your turn to the dance, I’m sure you will do just fine,” you say.

>Roll 1d100+20

The previous levels of clout are still within Virgil. The upbeat music of the gothic rave is rising. (Bonus added).

Sorry for the lateness, after class I was more in the mood to update my main quest & study for a major test(uni).

Rolled 9 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>3403598
CHAD

Rolled 9 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>3403598

Rolled 21 (1d100)

>>3403647
>>3403646
Might as well complete the trifecta

Rolled 47 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>3403598

Rolled 70 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>3403598

>>3403598

Rolled 48 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>3403598

Rolled 20 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>3403598

Rolled 68 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>3403598

Rolled 42 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>3403598
nat 100 go

Rolled 45 (1d100)

>>3403598

I'm feeling like a corpse today. Update will be very late.

>>3404200
Thank you so much for making this quest, and to all the anons for participating in it and rolling those nat 100s. Best April 1st I've ever had :)

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>>3404007
>>3404230


>41

The music starts fast and quick. The gothic girl separates from her brethren and joins you once more in dance, but this time a vigorous gothic dance. Your dancing is in sync with her the force of her kush levels vibrate into the crowd empowering the others in the rave to dance in sync to the rhythmic fist pumping that is known as [Gothic Raving].

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p6203oIRC0I

Virgil attempts to replicate your dance earlier but falters quickly not feeling the rhythm of the gothic beat (41). Virgil’s movements are slow and stagnant, he used too much energy and clout from the football game. A boomer gothic man appearing at the age of 33 hands Virgil a white Monster Ultra, in an attempt to energize him. For a few moments he is in sync with you and the rest of the crowd, but soon falls and crashes. His Tankerson gene doesn’t mix well with the boomer’s drink, but you do not blame the gothic boomer as he was only trying to help.
Soon the rave dies down, and the other goths are packing up to attend their last class for the day. The gothic boomer was actually a dance instructor for the school. The goth girl grabs your neck kissing you on the cheek before grabbing her backpack and leaving quickly.

“Chad, I couldn’t do it I’m too tired from the futbol game,” Virgil says.

“Go home early and get some rest. You’ll need it for tonight,” you say.

“I don’t have anything to wear Chad. All I have is my ‘fuck you glow-in-the-dark ni-’” you stop Virgil before he finishes speaking.

“You’re not allowed to say that Virgil, this isn’t /pol/ and QM doesn’t have the N-word pass,” you say.

“Who’s QM?” Virgil asks.

“Doesn’t matter. I’ll get you your clothes at the mall because the theme of prom night today is …”

>Hawaiian Luau

>Casino

>Write-in


[If you rolled a 100 I would have 65% may be have taken it]

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>>3406195

>Casino
virgil about to roll some dice

>>3406307
Supporting

>>3406195
>Casino

>>3406195
>Casino

>>3406195
>Fast and Furious: tokio drift.

Because why not.

Update will be sometime today.

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>>3406796

>Casino

“Doesn’t matter. I’ll get you your clothes at the mall because the theme of prom night today is Casino,” you say.

“Casino? You mean like black-jack and drugs?” Virgil asks.

“Yes, black-jack and drugs. I’ll handle your clothing, but first…I have to go to reading class,” you say.

Leaving the underpass, you attend your last class of the day [Intensive reading]. While you could just go and grab Virgil his clothing you would never dare miss Mrs. Marqueisha’s class. Mrs. Marquiesha is the sassiest black woman on your side of the country. The way she comically roasts her students and not being afraid of what the system could do to her makes every class enjoyable to attend. You failed [Reading I] due to a problem in the computing system, but after taking one class with Mrs. Marquiesha you never wanted to leave.

“Now class shut your damn mouth and turn to page ‘fou’ today we will be reading [The Cheater & the Queen]. Can you start us off with the reading Chad?” Mrs. Marquiesha asks.

“Of course,” you say.

Chapter 1: The Ghost

The Queen’s name was “Asia”. She lived in a run-down apartment with her boo “Malik”. Malik worked every day to provide for the family while Asia will go hang out with her gurls. One day Malik came didn’t come home, Asia didn’t think too much of it till it happened again the next day and the next. Then one day Malik came home with some big news that he got a promotion and had to fly to Mexico as the reason why he didn’t come home for 3 days.

Asia being the loyal black woman that she was, she believed Malik. Congratulated him and fed him dinner. Sometime during the night, Malik left, so Asia got on her fuzzy pink slippers her nightgown and followed Malik around town.

“Chad we’re doing popcorn reading so pick someone else in the class to read next.

>Todd Howard, the guy sleeping with his head down

>Oliva Barnes, doing her eyeshadow in a pocket mirror

>Mrs. Marqueisha, She’s in the class, right?

>Write-in

Let's get this quest done anons. It's 7 days after April Fools. I go into work in 3 hours-ish let's see how much we can get done. :^)

>Todd Howard, the guy sleeping with his head down

>Oliva Barnes, doing her eyeshadow in a pocket mirror

>Mrs. Marqueisha, She’s in the class, right?

>Write-in

>3412328
>Mrs. Marqueisha, She’s in the class, right?

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>>3412328
>>Todd Howard, the guy sleeping with his head down
Pick my prompt anon!

>>3412328

>your overweight friend Takashi Tezuka, who's hiding the fact that he's playing an anime dungeon-crawling game on his 3DS in his lap behind his desk

>>3412320
>Todd Howard, the guy sleeping with his head down
OOOH WHEE. TODD HOWARD WILL READ LIKE NEVER BEFORE.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZQoTxvwCurs

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>>3412595
Writing.

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>>3412545
>>3412480
>>3412419

>Todd Howard, the guy sleeping with his head down

Looking up you see your rival Todd sleeping on his desk with his head down. He’s sitting behind BigMcDaddyE using his back as cover.

“Todd can read next,” you say smirking.

“Todd’s in here?” Mrs. Marqueisha says standing up now.

Mrs. Marquiesha looks over BigMcDaddyE seeing Todd with his [r] SUPREME [/r] snap back and his head down on the desk.

“Todd if you don’t wake your country southern ass up, I’ll smack your behind so hard it finna look like an ass’s ass,” Mrs. Marquiesha yells loudly.

Todd’s head shoots upwards at Mrs. Marquiesha’s loud booming voice, knowing full and well that she’ll take out something out of her desk that he’ll never want to see.

“Sorry, Mrs. Marquiesha I was workin' on the farm early this mornin'. O’le Bessy was extra full today so I had to spend more time with her,” Todd says.

“I don’t care about your morning with your cow wife, turn to page 14 and read the chapter,” Mrs. Marquishea says.

Chapter 2: The Object

Asia followed her feller around town. He was walkin' rather slowly heartin' pictures on Instagram. That was till her feller walked into her favorite bar ‘the little cat’. She waited outside for 45 minutes and saw him slip out with another woman. This lyin' cheatin' ma fucker. Asia followed her ex-man to another familiar location Daquan’s homestead on Lakeview Dr.

Asia entered the homestead usin' the spare key under the doormat. Their Daquan, Daquan’s wife, Malik and the girl from the bar were playin' poker. Asia watched the game unfold gettin' ready to strike and catch her ex-man red-handed. That was when the two males in the room started to bet they're women…

“Good job Todd. At least we can understand your accent now. Now remember class, women ain’t objects. Class dismissed.” Mrs. Marquiesha says.

You get up thanking Mrs. Marquiesha for the class and step out. There you are standing with a white 5’5 well-toned muscles from cheerleading probably and an hourglass figure your girl Sally M’Roix.

“Hey, Chad how was class?” Sally says pressing her body closer to you.

“It was good. What about you?” you ask.

“It was a drag as usual. The girls and I are going to the mall now wanna come and help carry our bags?” Sally asks.

Looking behind Sally you see Todd motioning you over to speak with him, he needs help with something. As well in the distance, you see the small tiddy goth girl getting ready to smoke a bowl.

>“Sure I’ll come and help you carry some bags, I have to go to the mall anyway to help Virgil for prom”

>“Sorry not right now, I promised Todd I’d help him out later.”

>“I just bought some kush and wanted to go smoke it with the boys”

>Write-in

>>3415617
>“Sorry not right now, I promised Todd I’d help him out later.”

>>3415617
>“Sure I’ll come and help you carry some bags, I have to go to the mall anyway to help Virgil for prom”

Helping big bro is a priority than making him buy his game

>>3415617
>“Sure I’ll come and help you carry some bags, I have to go to the mall anyway to help Virgil for prom”

>>3415617
changing to:
>“Sorry not right now, I promised Todd I’d help him out later.”
BROS BEFORE HOES

>>3415617
>“Sure I’ll come and help you carry some bags, I have to go to the mall anyway to help Virgil for prom”
Virgil is our bro. We must help him first and teaching him to talk to girls will be good.

Mall
>>3415955
>>3417181

Todd
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>>3416536

1)Mall
2)Todd

Writing this after updating my main quest.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

I should probably update this. Finals and major projects have been keeping me busy from university. I’ll aim for an update today for Chad, worst case scenario I make a 2nd thread.

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>>3415955
>>3416524
>>3417181
I'll be making a second thread for this in the
future be on the lookout for it. Apologies school has been keeping me very busy.