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Having managed to hold on to your budget with an understandably harried Carpatescu, you settle in to both watch the treaty signing and make sure that every part of the world can see it. Thanks to your efforts, the only people who will miss it will be a few folks in the African interior, who will no doubt get it rebroadcast over radio; you estimate that this is being watched by more people, in both absolute numbers and percentage, than the moon landing.

You tune in on a small CRT monitor, alone in your office. Everyone who has a scrap of time is standing by to make sure that any EM noise events are filtered out.

...When the applause died and the crowd resumed their seats, Carpatescu stood, microphone in hand. “This is an historic day,” he began with a smile. “While all this has come about in record time, it has been nonetheless a herculean effort to pull together all the resources necessary to make it happen. Today we honor many individuals. First, my beloved friend and mentor, a father figure to me, the brilliant Dr. Chaim Rosenzweig of Israel!”

The crowd responded with enthusiasm, and Chaim rose unsteadily, waving his little wave and smiling like a small boy.

Carpatescu sang the praises of the chief rabbi, of the Israeli prime minister, and finally of “the Honorable Hugh Fitzgerald, president of the United States of America, the greatest friend Israel has ever had.”

To some, the president had become a tragic figure, reduced to a mere token. After serving his country for most of two terms in office, he now had effectively self-relegated to a suite in the Executive Office Building and had lost most of the trappings from his previous role. Now his Secret Service protection consisted of three men rotating every twenty-four hours, and they were financed by the Global Community.

More thunderous applause. Fitzgerald rose a few inches from his chair to acknowledge the response, and just when it was about to die down, Carpatescu himself kept it going, tucking the microphone under his arm and stepping back to applaud loudly himself.

Fitzgerald appeared embarrassed, almost flustered, and looked to Carpatescu as if wondering what to do. Carpatescu beamed, as if thrilled for his friend the president.

He shrugged and offered the microphone to Fitzgerald. At first the president didn't react, then he seemed to wave it off. Finally he accepted it to the roar of the audience. Clearly this was something he had choreographed. But what would Fitzgerald do now? Surely the only appropriate reaction would be to thank the people and toss a few bouquets at his good friends the Israelis. And despite Fitzgerald's dawning awareness of the devious agenda of Nicolae Carpatescu, he would have to acknowledge Nicolae's role in the peace process.
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Fitzgerald's chair scraped noisily as he stood, pushing back awkwardly against his own secretary of state. He had to wait for the crowd to quiet, and the process seemed to take forever. Carpatescu rushed to Fitzgerald and thrust his hand aloft, the way a referee does with the winning boxer, and the Israeli crowd cheered all the more.

Finally, Carpatescu stepped into the background and President Fitzgerald stood in the center of the dais, obligated to say a few words. As soon as Fitzgerald began to speak, it was obvious that Carpatescu's charisma was at work. For the Hugh Fitzgerald speaking to the enthusiastic throng was anything but the frustrated lame duck president people had become accustomed to.

“The last thing I want to do at a moment like this,” President Fitzgerald said, “is to detract in any way from the occasion at hand. However, with your kind indulgence and that of our great leader of the aptly renamed Global Community, I would like to make a couple of brief points.

“First, it has been a privilege to see what Nicolae Carpatescu has done in just a few short weeks. I am certain we all agree that the world is a more loving, peaceful place because of him.”

Carpatescu made an effort to take back the microphone, but President Fitzgerald resisted. “Now I have the floor, sir, if you don't mind!” This brought a peal of laughter. “I've said it before, and I'll say it again, the secretary-general's idea for global disarmament is a stroke of genius. I support it without reservation and am proud to lead the way to the rapid destruction of 90 percent of our weapons and the donation of the other 10 percent to Global Community, under Mr. Carpatescu's direction.”

“As a tangible expression of my personal support and that of our nation as a whole, we have also gifted Global Community with the brand-new Air Force One. We have financed its repainting and titling, and it can be viewed at Ben Gurion International.

“Now I surrender the microphone to the man of destiny, the leader whose current title does not do justice to the extent of his influence, to my personal friend and compatriot, Nicolae Carpatescu!”

Nicolae appeared to accept the microphone reluctantly and seemed embarrassed by all the attention. He looked bemused, as if helpless to know what to do with such a recalcitrant U.S. president who didn't know when enough was enough.

When the applause finally died down, Carpatescu affected his humblest tone and said, “I apologize for my overexuberant friend, who has been too kind and too generous, and to whom the Global Community owes a tremendous debt.”

The Israeli dignitaries, except Rosenzweig of course, looked vaguely uncomfortable with all the talk of destroying weapons and disarming. A strong military had been their best defense for decades, and without the covenant with Global Community, they would have been loath to agree to Carpatescu's disarmament plan.
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The rest of the ceremony was anticlimactic to the rousing speech of the president. Fitzgerald seemed more enamored of Carpatescu every time they were together. But his view only mirrored that of most of the populace of the world. Other leaders made innocuous speeches and rattled on about the importance and historicity of the document they were about to sign.

Several decorative pens were produced as television, film, video, and still cameras zeroed in on the signers. The pens were passed back and forth, the poses struck, and the signatures applied. With handshakes, embraces, and kisses on both cheeks all around, the treaty was inaugurated.

At the famed Wall, the "two witnesses". At the tops of their voices, the sound carrying to the far reaches of the Temple Mount and beyond, they called out the news: “Thus begins the last terrible week of the Lord!”

You can't really do a network congestion analysis on an analog stream, but you figure that most people would tune away from GNN before the next programme starts.

Apparently, some rabbi named Tsion Ben-Judah has been commissioned by GNN and the outgoing Israeli government to do a three-year study on Messianic prophecies in what the West calls the Old Testament; today happened to be the anniversary of the 1263 Disputation of Barcelona, and it had fit into the program.

What shows up on screen is an angry man maybe five years your senior, going on on what to you is an unhinged rant about how in those three years he had ended up converting to Protestantism without telling anyone.

“One of the prophecies we Jews do not like and tend to ignore is that Messiah will be rejected by his own people. Isaiah prophesied, ‘He is despised and rejected by men, a Man of sorrows and acquainted with grief. And we hid, as it were, our faces from Him; He was despised, and we did not esteem Him.’”
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The rabbi looked at his watch. “My time is fleeting,” he said, “so I want to speed through a few more clear prophecies and tell you what conclusion I have drawn...."

You get a short email by Carpatescu when the rant is over - surprisingly, he has been listening to it, even though you know he must've been at the signing ceremony's conclusion. If you have developed a Nomenklator system, maybe so has he - it'd explain the never-out-of-place hair.

“Let me close by saying that the three years I have invested in searching the sacred writings of Moses and the prophets have been the most rewarding of my life. I expanded my study to books of history and other sacred writings, including the New Testament of the Gentiles, combing every record I could find to see if anyone has ever lived up to the messianic qualifications. Was there one born in Bethlehem of a virgin, a descendant of King David, traced back to our father Abraham, who was taken to Egypt, called back to minister in Galilee, preceded by a forerunner, rejected by God's own people, betrayed for thirty pieces of silver, pierced without breaking a bone, buried with the rich, and resurrected?

“According to one of the greatest of all Hebrew prophets, Daniel, there would be exactly 483 years between the decree to rebuild the wall and the city of Jerusalem ‘in troublesome times’ before the Messiah would be cut off for the sins of the people.”

Ben-Judah looked directly into the camera. “Exactly 483 years after the rebuilding of Jerusalem and its walls, Jesus Christ of Nazareth offered himself to the nation of Israel. He rode into the city on a donkey to the rejoicing of the people, just as the prophet Zechariah had predicted: ‘Rejoice greatly, O daughter of Zion! Shout, O daughter of Jerusalem! Behold, your King is coming to you; He is just and having salvation, lowly and riding on a donkey, a colt, the foal of a donkey.’”

“Jesus Christ is the Messiah!” the rabbi concluded, by now shouting like a televangelist. “There can be no other option. I had come to this answer but was afraid to act on it, and I was almost too late. Jesus came to rapture his church, to take them with him to heaven as he said he would. I was not among them, because I wavered. But I have since received him as my Savior. He is coming back in seven years! Be ready!”
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A service message told you that the TV studio Trion's interview was in was crawling with activity. Orthodox rabbis called, angry Israelis pounded on the doors, studio technicians looked for the cue to pull the plug.

“Now that was anticlimactic.” Nicolae Carpatescu commented a couple of days later in a press release. “I would have liked him saying he himself was the Messiah better. This is old news. Lots of people believe this myth. So they have a primo Hebrew rabbi convert. Big deal. The Ecumenical Babylon One World Faith Covenant guarantees freedom of religion to all; it would be prevaricatory of me to declare myself for or against this.”

# Get a hold of this Tsion to talk to him, either he visits you, or you visit him. This will take an action.

# Talk to an ACTUAL rabbi or other religious expert. You're in Chicago, one shouldn't be hard to find. This will take an action.

# Business as usual - your job wasn't QUITE finished in time for the big speech, although Carpatescu was strangely okay with it. Now you're officially working for the whole world, there's a lot to do!
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Hello, Foreman!

You are planning out CATS' operation for the month. Rules for allocating personnel and assets: http://emlia.org/pmwiki/pub/web/LeftBeyond.Quest2Rules.html

Actions are listed by complexity. Each crew costs 1 bag of Nicks to deploy for incidental expenses, subcontractors and so on. Additional costs will be marked as needed.

Thanks to your youthful energy, you can deploy yourself on TWO actions in most cases. You can even risk your own life on a covert action, if you so choose!

Performing an action outside of your home territory will also require the availability of (complexity) fleet assets, OR increase complexity by the missing assets.

You have the final 2 satellites scheduled to launch from Broglio Space Center ( https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Broglio_Space_Center ) but no fleet assets to take the team there.

This month, Carpatescu has agreed to provide security for your operations... which can be good or bad, depending on the amount of shenanigans you want to get involved in.


C0:

Survey a territory for opportunity using a trusted agent.

Buy equipment on the open market:
Power generation 1
Small arms 1
Network equipment 2
Fleet assets 2
Aerospace part 3

C1:

Survey a territory for opportunity using a work or covert team.

Build network equipment.

Install a Cellular-Solar pylon. (+1 cellular or internet at your preference).

C2:

Do research (1~3).

Build an aerospace part.

Build a staging area (no fleet reqs for that territory). The HQ makes it unnecessary to build these in North America.

C3:

Recruit a work team.

Prepare a satellite launch, which will happen next month. Requires an aerospace part.

Do research (4~6).

C4:

Recruit a covert team. Requires small arms to equip them with.

Do research (7~9). None of your research programs are far ahead enough.

Construct a network node (Secondary base: unifies cell and net in the region, avglower at start) (Not researched yet).

C5:

Rush a satellite launch, which will happen at the end of this month. Requires an aerospace part.

Do research (10). None of your research programs are far ahead enough.
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>>3597294
He promised to provide security for Africa. So let's just commit the needed teams there.

4 work teams building cellular and internet coverage in east and Central Africa. Should out plus 1 in the whole thing.

2 teams, research, Expert System.
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>>3597302

You hire a barge to carry the two converted Soviet ICBMs to the Broglio launch platform; a few of your guys note that the platform isn't much bigger than the barge itself, so it may be feasible to build a launch platform yourself. Others point out to air launch systems like the Pegasus aircraft, which has been in operation for a few years. In passing, you're shown a paper written by a Sheldon Cooper about reusable first stages in orbital rocketry, but the math is abstruse and you have a large supply of former nuclear missiles to go through, anyway; the fledgling Global Community website highlights that their reuse as comm satellite vectors is part of the new administration's swords-to-plowshares initiative. By now, these launches are routine, and you expect no problems.

(That leaves one team. Let's wait a bit for a second on that plan, too. Also, what will you yourself do and what will Dr Robertson do?)
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>>3597333
Dr. Robertson should be on research.

We should probably be looking into building one cellular level in north Africa as well, we have the last leftover team for it.

Our PC should be looking into how medical science was effectedf by the sudden rip of radiation. It's common knowledge that one branch of science is "radiology" after all.
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>>3597362

Dr. Robertson is somewhat familiar with data science, in that his current main project requires a fair amount of computing power and so he has a few programmers on payroll. This allows him to prevent your workgroup from reinventing the wheel, speeding up progress.

# Focus on improving the Nomenklator by working with Altavista and Yahoo on a better-optimized search engine platform; they may even start offering a scaled-down version of it as a service later on.

# Focus on automating your logistics framework, if you ever get around to assembling your own transport fleet.

Your workgroups take full advantage of their official Global Community security detail

As for what you will do yourself, you can (choose two)

# go with one or both work crews, except the research guys since Dr. Robertson is already on it and too many cooks spoil the broth.

# Get a hold of this Tsion to talk to him, either he visits you, or you visit him. This will take an action.

# Talk to an ACTUAL rabbi or other religious expert. You're in Chicago, one shouldn't be hard to find. This will take an action.

# Personally research what the Event's aftermath did to radiomedicine.

You have one unassigned work team, too. Finally, you may direct your goon squad to undertake actions in your home city of Chicago, if any are necessary.
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>>3597386
# Focus on automating your logistics framework, if you ever get around to assembling your own transport fleet.
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# Personally research what the Event's aftermath did to radiomedicine.
We could probably ask Robertson if he knows anyone who's an expert in that field or on a medical subject who may know someone in that field.

Goon Squad should see about weapons. We should start a stockpile so we can equip our covert teams when we recruit them. As well as security teams when the time comes.

And I said put that last work crew in north Africa to work on cellular.
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>>3597406

I don't want to meta this too much, but we should start looking into the religious/supernatural stuff. Tsion Ben Judah showed up in the Omega quest as basically a miniboss, he incinerated our best spy and we only got rid of him at the very end. In character, at least we should be curious as to the whole two witnesses thing.
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>>3597406

You are operating a civilian agency, but since you are based in the midwest of the former USA, it's legal for you to buy small arms on the open market and equip your crew with them. If you want something beefier, it's another matter, of course.

>>3597406

Which African territory will the last work team go to?
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>>3597415
We should however this is still the early game. Ben could be delt with next turn. When there's less urgency to get shit done. The security teams are a double edged sword.
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>>3597420
>NORTH Africa. The one with the bottom half of the Gibraltar strait in it.
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>>3597428

>>3597428

Sounds good! Where will you, the Foreman go? One action will be used to learn a little bit about radiomedicine, how about the other? You can assist one of the work teams, or travel somewhere to take a look around.


You spend some time reading up on radiomedicine, learning that in the 1970s and 1980 things like the "cobalt bomb" (cobalt-60 radiotherapy) were largely replaced by much safer and more controllable linear accelerators, at least in hospitals that could afford it. Much of the older equipment was donated to developing countries, where it has been in use according to the availability of consumables.

Notably, you find that cobalt-60 was affected; your aides find you some papers about statistical anomalies in its half life.

You also discover that the availability of that particular stuff has actually gone up, simply because after all the world's nuclear reactors were shut off, there was a scramble about where to put fission byproducts. However, material such as plutonium for radiothermal generators is now considerably harder to find, to the point that NASA is having to scrap some planned outer solar system missions. Dr. Robertson did complain about it...

In passing, you also discover that the Carpatescu administration has caved in to post-Event demands by the public that most nuclear research be halted or curtailed; the hot trend in nuclear engineering right now is containment system design, since there's both a practical and political demand for the mothballed reactors to be secured permanently.

>>3597423
>>3597415

Y'all tell me!
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>>3597428

Will the Cellular-Solar pylon be deployed in voice or data mode?
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>>3597457
The one in north Africa should be cellular, so I would think voice. The rest should be one of each.
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>>3597481
>>3597428

Renting the fleet assets necessary for such a massive deployment is going to make a dent in your budget, but you figure that it's more efficient to handle fleet operations as a service, for now. Most of your field teams deploy to various places in Africa; enough so that the local subpotentate, Rehoboth, takes notice.

Your team's assessment of the man is anything but positive: He is a tyrant who pillaged his own country of Sudan and made multi-millionaires of his wives and children, and thus is greatly hated by his own people. He was given the subpotentate position as an insult to Mwangati Ngumo, who had stepped down from his role as the Secretary-General of the United Nations expecting to be given both the subpotentate role and licensed use of the synthetic fertilizer formula created by Chaim Rosenzweig to help his own country, Botswana. At least Carpatescu has been keeping him in check, mostly.

# You really don't want to interact with this person - if he wants to use your work for his own propaganda efforts, let him. Send a terse letter thanking him for his cooperation, with a suitable undertone of "don't get in my way", and that's it.

# Use your second action to go with one of your teams and meet the man.

(See above for other options for your second action).
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>>3597503
Why do I get the feeling you have something of value in Africa all of a sudden?

# Use your second action to go with one of your teams and meet the man.
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>>3597511

You have to admit that the GC security detail makes you feel bigger and taller as you meet the aged (arguably former) dictator. He seems to go for pomp and circumstance: you're given a lenghtened-chassis Range Rover to go meet him in, there's a red carpet made dusty by the desert wind, and a plethora of hangers-on . There's even a band.

After the obligatory ribbon cutting ceremony for one of the pylons, the man thanks you for fulfilling Carpatescu's vision of a world of equality. You endure the ceremony in the hot, windy climate.

Once you are behind closed doors and with the air conditioning running at full blast, the man's demeanor changes drastically.

"We don't need white boys like you telling us how to do our business here. Next time you want to do any such amount of work, you go through me, understand? There are channels, you will want to use local manpower, the tissue of society must not be disturbed by these disruptions."

# I'm sorry, were you expecting kickbacks? We are loyal to Carpatescu; we don't do that.

# I'm sure we can come up with an arrangement, if you assess that there are additional expenses, perhaps we can take care of the management of let's say, half of them? (Deployments in Africa will cost 1BN more: half of the extra cost will go into a slush fund)

# I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that. However, while I have your attention: your territory's lack of legacy infrastructure opens up a few opportunities to do things right from scratch. Want to talk about it? You would not benefit monetarily, but you would benefit in prestige.

# Congratulations, your thinly veiled demand for a bribe has been recorded by my Nomenklator, and will be forwarded to Carpatescu in an hour unless I say otherwise. Note that the people at the other end are smart enough to detect if I am under duress.
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>>3597538
# Congratulations, your thinly veiled demand for a bribe has been recorded by my Nomenklator, and will be forwarded to Carpatescu in an hour unless I say otherwise. Note that the people at the other end are smart enough to detect if I am under duress.

This is the one guy you want to handle with a rod.
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>>3597552

You hear AK-47s being chambered behind you.

"Oh that's fine, Mister Foreman" Rehoboth says, relaxing visibly.

"Carpatescu knows every detail of my career. He doesn't mind one little bit, you see. People like you sleep soundly in your beds because rough men stand ready in the night to visit violence on those who would do you harm. I've been one of these men. I've broken a lot of eggs to make my omelette, Foreman."

"Do you think it's easy to keep this continent under control? Take your average American white boy, or even black boy, they'll probably think Africa is one big blob of heat and scarcity. Do you have any idea how many languages are spoken between here and the next city not even five hundred miles away? How many clans, tribal groups, movements? The only way to hold it all together is with my left hand holding the horn of plenty, and my right holding an AK. Don't think you can threaten me. Carpatescu can find another nerdy phone repairman in a week, but I? I'm a lot less replaceable than you."

"Now you've got thirty seconds to tell me why I shouldn't nod at my man behind you, GC uniform or not, and he'll shoot you in the neck. Your boys can send your recording to the big boss if they want, it'll never leave his office."

# Call his bluff. "Nomenklator team, global broadcast of audio buffer in 60 seconds if you hear nothing more from me. Every home in the world that has a TV will hear it."

# Ask what his terms are.

# Make an offer.

# The guard inside is his guy, but the guards outside are your guys. Run for it!
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>>3597583
># Call his bluff. "Nomenklator team, global broadcast of audio buffer in 60 seconds if you hear nothing more from me. Every home in the world that has a TV will hear it."

lets play ball
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Rolled 779 (1d1000)

>>3597590

(Can I get a second on that?)
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>>3597615
I approve it.
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>>3597615
that roll tho
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>>3597590
>>3597618

(Well that was a short quest)

You would of course not have time to tell the Nomenklator team all that.

Fortunately, they're smart enough to get the gist of it by the few words you do manage to get out.

Unfortunately, Rehoboth hasn't achieved near-supreme power over a whole continent after decades of being a bloodthirsty warlord by bluffing.

It doesn't hurt, it just feels strangely cold. You heard the shot AFTER feeling the hit, maybe because the bullet was sufficiently supersonic, maybe because your brain is trying to process things with a chunk of your cerebellum having gone missing.

Your consolation is that you hear this exchange replay on the small TV in the room, with a "Urgent News Bulletin" graphics in place on the screen. The bodyguards assigned to you come in, and shoot your attacker in an automatic burst; one of the bullets shoots the CRT screen, which ironically leaves the speaker playing. From your spot on the floor, you see Rehoboth raise his hands.

As a rational, modern man, you know exactly what the whole "tunnel of light" thing is: rather than being any sort of divine experience, it's your brain releasing a lot of endorphins to cope with the blood loss, and your visual cortex starting to misfire.

You hear Rehoboth's cell phone, a gift from you, go off. The ringtone is "Hail to the Chief", which lets you guess Carpatescu is calling his subordinate. You may even live long enough to know if the African subpotentate is as replaceable as you after all.

# Proceed to Epilogue.

# Go into the light.

# Step away from the light.
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>>3597659
Well shit. What was the needed roll Total?
# Step away from the light.
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>>3597659
># Step away from the light.
welp
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>>3597629
>>3597618

.... you walked into Basically Robert Mugabe's house and threatened him. He's been lying to his people for decades, why would they trust a grainy cell phone video over him. Just fucking WHY? If you want to do this, you do it in YOUR home, with YOUR guys with YOUR guns standing in the room.

>>3597659

# Go into the light.
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>>3597682
To be frank, I thought that roll was our roll not his kill roll.
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You know what, getting tired of the vaugity.

Geist. What's the difference between going towards the light and walking away from it?
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>>3597682
Yeah don't pin this on me

>>3597685
this guy had the reins
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>>3597708

Accept death with serenity, or struggle to stay alive. Alternatively, we can just say that the quest is over and I'll run something else some other time :)

Just because the Foreman is, at this stage, basically agnostic, well this is not how THIS universe works.
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>>3597709
I would have gone with make him an offer. But when guest rolled I thought that was our roll, not Roberts kill roll. I figured. Hey, this anon had it.

>>3597718
I'll take struggle to live. And see what we can do with brain damage.
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>>3597718
>struggle to stay alive.

Is that an option at this point? what I mean is will we roll for it or is it a coin flip decision on your part?
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# Proceed to the Epilogue

This was a hell of a suicide. I'm peacing out after that.
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Let's just try to ask questions next time and keep contengency plans for all actions like we did in the last quest from now on. Alright? Hell even if our current protagonist is dead humans are replaceable.

I'm still keeping my vote on attempting to cling to life.
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>>3597892

Changing my vote to this. I appreciate the difference between a distributed AI and a flesh and blood agency director, if we overplayed our hand, so it goes.

I should have participated more in this thread maybe but I was fine with how the strategy stuff was going.

# Proceed to Epilogue
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>>3597892
>>3597909

>>3597904
>>3597727

(Y'all tell me. I don't mind closing the quest, if things went south they went south and that's okay, I'm not blaming cyan anon, we all do the best we can with the data we got, and this is a suitably epic end for narrative purposes. The Foreman could try praying, but... to who?).
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>>3597942
looks like it's going to be a coin flip man. personally, I'm down for whatever happens, but would like to continue
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>step away from the light.

Well this is frustrating every time i walk away from the quest some anon does their best to get us killed. I have no idea how these anons thought this was in any way a good idea.

>>3597708
Legit you shouldnt play this quest if you dont like vaugity and subterfuge you'd just get us killed as you did.
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>>3597960
yeah man, it was a mistake, granted a very stupid one but everyone gets one you know what I mean?

However, if he keeps playing stupid then I agree with you
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>>3597963
Im just so frustrated by new anons who fuck things up becuase they didnt read or have no idea what they are doing. Im more mad at myself for not joining in once I noticed an update thinking it'd be fine to let the other anons play for a bit.
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>>3597963
Wasn't it you who made the call to proceed after it was obvious the decision to press was dangerous?
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>>3597970
You play the hand your deal, you called him out on his corruption, his own house no less. odds are that even if we played along he would have put a bullet in our head anyway or a knife in our back.
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>>3597978
Then make him an offer. It was a presented option.
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>>3597970
>>3597963

Wait a second your right they are that anon! You can go fuck yourself your just as stupid and responsible for the shitty decisions at least light blue owns up to it.

>>3597978
Giest is nice enough they would Have given us a second chance with that you all just decided to go full retard.
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>>3597985
how about you calm down and breath before you give yourself a heart attack.
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>>3597985
>>3598000
Actually I can see why he's angry. This is a great quest series with a great QM, people were looking forward to it returning. Bad decisions were made and the quest gets killed early? Of course people are miffed. They had something to look forward to.
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>>3598000
Im fine. Im just gonna be really sad if i Have to wait a a another 8 months to play a quest by this QM if ever. I cannot express to you how happy and excited I was to see that they are back and this just feels like a stab in the chest to me for it to end so soon.

>>3598015
Yeah you get it exactly.
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>>3598020
Yeah man, I can understand been there myself. hopefully, we can salvage the situation.
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SEVEN YEARS LATER

Jesus said, "You became a willing tool of the devil himself. "

Nicolae did not protest, did not beg. He merely lowered his head even more and nodded.

"Ultimately your plans and your regime have failed. And now, who do you say that I am?"

The pause was interminable, the silence deadly. Finally, in a humble, weak voice, Nicolae croaked, "You are the Christ, the Son of the living God, who died for the sins of the world and rose again the third day as the Scriptures predicted. "

Carpatescu sank even lower. "I confess, " he whispered, "that my life was a waste. Worthless. A mistake. I rebelled against the God of the universe, whom I now know loved me. "

The archangels Michael and Gabriel stepped forward, Michael to pull the False Prophet from the ground and Antichrist to a standing position. He stood before Jesus as if awaiting instructions while the wasted Nicolae was hunched and elderly looking, hanging his head.

A hole three feet in diameter opened in the ground and a putrid, sulphuric odor burst forth.This was followed by a whistling blue flame that erupted from the hole.

Without hesitation, Michael briskly walked the two to the edge of the hole. Carpatescu did not struggle. He merely covered his face with his forearms as he was dropped in, and then his bawling echoed throughout Jerusalem until he had fallen far enough away. The hole closed as quickly as it had opened, and the Beast and the False Prophet were no more.

ONE DAY AFTER THAT

The larger mass of survivors, the group to Jesus' left, immediately fell to their knees again and began shouting and wailing, "Jesus Christ is Lord! Jesus Christ is Lord!"

He said, "Depart from Me, you cursed, into the everlasting fire prepared for the devil and his angels: for I was hungry and you gave Me no food; I was thirsty and you gave Me no drink; I was a stranger and you did not take Me in, naked and you did not clothe Me, sick and in prison and you did not visit Me. "

The millions began shouting and pleading, "Lord, when?"

Jesus said, "I say to you, inasmuch as you did not do it to one of the least of these, you did not do it to Me. You will go away into everlasting punishment, but the righteous into eternal life. "

But despite their numbers and the dissonance of their desperate bawling, Jesus could be heard above them.

The believers, and those born during the Tribulation and therefore too little too understand, watched as hose Jesus' left beat their breasts and fell wailing to the desert floor, gnashing their teeth and pulling their hair. Jesus raised one hand a few inches and a yawning chasm opened in the earth, stretching far and wide enough to swallow all of them. They tumbled in, howling and screeching, but their wailing was soon quashed and all was silent when the earth closed itself again.


From the throne Jesus said, "Surely, as I have thought, so it shall come to pass, and as I have purposed, so it shall stand."

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