>>4257585
>> Scout the surrounding area


Chad does not concern himself with the well being of others, he searches for new challenges on the horizon.

>>4257585
> Scout the surrounding area

>>4257585
>Scout the surrounding area
>Bring Stacy our bitch.
We're going to have to dick Stacy with our Thundercock sometime today. Better bring her with us.

>>4257594
I agree. We bringing Stacy for the combo

>>4257594
+1

>>4257585
>> Raid the canteen

>>4257588
>>4257592
>>4257594
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>>4257602
The brave new world sprawls ahead of you... mountains and forests of such unearthly majesty...

"Butch!!!" a girl screams.

Ah, Stacy. Your bitch. She says "Don't you think you should take care of everyone as a prefect?"

You always know what to say "Screw 'em! Let that place go Lord of the Flies. Because nothing can stop us here."

She giggles "Oh, Butch!" as you abandon the Chemistry Lab as everyone stares as you leave with Stacy. You don't know what could be out there, so you go to the gym storeroom and take for yourself a bat used in America's Game - baseball. The whole school seems to have been transplanted in this foreign wilderness.

This is like something the nerds talk about. For a moment you consider putting their useless knowledge to practical use for once in their sad little lives of eternal virginity.

But who cares, they can sort this out themselves as you explore this place with Stacy.

It seems as though you are at a crossroads between multiple types of terrain. Where do you go?

> Mountains

> Desert

> Forest

> Plains

> Go back to school and establish yourself as the new leader. Perhaps more people will help everyone else familiarize with what's going on.

> Write-In

>>4257641
> Mountains

Hiking will provide the best gains.

>>4257641
>Forest
Provide us shelter and food sources growing on ground

>>4257641
>Plains
Chadis Khan

>>4257641
you've always been trying to get on top of the food chain, but this is something else entirely!
>become king of the school

>>4257661
Support

>>4257661
support.

I don't collect food like a squirrel >>4257654, I'm going to take it from the natives.

>>4257641
>Forest

>>4257661
Support

>>4257641
>Plains
Chagis Khan indeed

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>>4257641
>Mountains.
Only weak legged BITCHES need flat terrain.

>>4257585
IS THAT WILLIAM F. GUILE?!?!?!

>>4257641
>> Mountains

>>4257641
>Mountains
There usually is high lvl monsters so ya good

Rolled 2 (1d2)

In favour of mountains:
>>4257651
>>4257966
>>4258012
>>4258316

In favour of plains:
>>4257661
>>4257701
>>4257743
>>4257920

If I get 1 we have mountains, if I get 2 we get plains.

>>4259130
We Chadis Khan now

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>>4259130
You did not listen to your history classes. But you remember this Asian dude, was his name Gangi? That doesn't matter. But he led a mighty empire of warriors across Eurasia, on the backs of gay little ponies, no less. You remember the names of the Cheyenne and Blackfoot, who rode across the great plains. And as a lone earthman in this strange new world, your mere presence embodies the warrior's spirit as the Thundercock line has done for centuries. Into the plains you march, Stacy following close behind you.

The wind blows drafts of air as you tread southward. Then you pick up faint traces of a familiar smell. Leaden wisps of exhaust mixed with fertilizer. And then it occurs to you... are you still on earth? Are you merely in some backwater part of Kansas? Your doubts are quenched when you see the source of the smell, and with that smell comes a roaring noise.

You find a band of what seems to be muscular, grey-skinned men with their lower halves hidden under the grass, until you come closer and see that instead of legs they are motorcycles. The transition where sooty human flesh turns to pipes and metal is strange, jarring, and in a strange way graceful. They wear heavy spiked jackets and spiked helmets, and wield great clubs. They kinda look like the Nazi bikers you beat up last month.

"Hello!" You ask. "I'm lost here. Tell me where I am."

They turn around and snarl with contempt. Then you notice they have a hostage with them, contained in a transparent tank filled with greenish goo. There are more wagons, filled with their supplies. Three advance on you. Stacy clings tighter.

You've went too long without a good fight.

> Save their hostage

> Attack their supplies

> Jump on one of them and ride him around

> Fight them all, head on with your baseball bat

> Write-In

>>4259159
>> Jump on one of them and ride him around

>>4259159
>> Jump on one of them and ride him around

>>4259159
>Jump on one of them and ride him around

>>4259159
>Jump on one of them and ride him around
time to assert dominance

>>4257585
The fuck is a prefect?

>>4259207
Time to do some jousting or something along the lines.
Hmm bat riding maniac how nice and typical

>>4259212
Basically a bong school president

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>>4259212
(Oops! I seem to have made an idiosyncrasy, since I live in the southern hemisphere. I will retcon that later on.)
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>>4259401
A funny idea appears in your head. So without any hesitation or forethought whatsoever, you carry it out. You dodge their swings but are impressed by their power as they gouge holes in the dirt by your side, splitting rocks. One of them does a vertical swing and you take this as an opportunity to run down the length of his club, half-brain him with your baseball bat, and leap onto his back.

You all this with Stacy clinging to your shoulders. She slips onto the seat as you successfully mount the monster. You overheard one of the D&D nerds talking about centaurs, those horse-men. These dudes are like that, but with motorcycles instead. Speaking of which, what should you call them... Motaurs! Yeah, that sounds cool!

By ramming your bat into his pipes and wires you somehow manage to steer the one you're on. He flails impotently but that doesn't stop you from running over several other motaurs. You careen like an idiot, throwing dirt everywhere as the roar of your pursuers grows closer, and you slam into a wagon...

It's filled with petroleum. You aren't going to find food here. So what about the glass tank? You crash him there and it spills out all over everybody involved. He is knocked unconscious. More motaurs are homing in.

"Help whoever's in there while I deal with them!" you command Stacy. Using the motaur as a shield, you lay waste to a sizeable number of the party. They bleed petroleum and cough bitumen as they lie in agony on the ground. The rest rove away, terrified. Such is the might of the Thundercock dynasty!

The sun begins to set. A pair of rings shine in the starless skies. The person rescued is a girl. She is more lissome than Stacy and wears her hazel hair in an intricate series of braids. But upon close inspection her eyes are yellow like a cat's, shining through the gloom.

She moves with an inhuman grace, and whispers in a strange language. There is not much else you can see of her in the gloom. But on some level you can understand each other by pointing in different directions and making gestures.

> Bring her to the school. You'd like to treat her to some Earth culture. Plus, the guys back there must be worried by now.

> Follow her to her home. It might be late, but this could be a great addition to your scouting mission.

> Set up camp right here. Sleeping outside isn't so bad if you do it for one night, right?

> Write-In

>>4259575
>Bring her to the school. You'd like to treat her to some Earth culture. Plus, the guys back there must be worried by now.

>>4259575
>Follow her to her home

>>4259575
> Bring her to the school. You'd like to treat her to some Earth culture. Plus, the guys back there must be worried by now.

Alien babe aquired. Groovy.

>>4259575
We don't need Isekai cheats. We ARE the cheat. Don't worry about the prefect deal OP, it's no problem at all. I'm a burger and think it's refreshing.
>Bring her to the school. You'd like to treat her to some Earth culture. Plus, the guys back there must be worried by now.

>>4259592
>Follow her to her home
It's time to establish our Prefectory.

>>4259575
>bring er home

>>4259575
>Bring her to the school. You'd like to treat her to some Earth culture. Plus, the guys back there must be worried by now.

>>4259575
>Bring her to the school. You'd like to treat her to some Earth culture. Plus, the guys back there must be worried by now.
The nerds should know some tech and such

>>4259585
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>>4259692
> Bring her to the school
Settled! Writing...

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>>4259712
With enough gesturing and waving and mouthing incomprehensible nonsense you finally get the idea that she would like to follow you back to where you came from. Her trailing close behind you and not screaming and kicking for help is enough proof that you aren't defying her wishes.

She shrinks behind you upon seeing your school's towering brick-and-mortar majesty, adorned with a flag emblazoned with the Stars-and-Stripes that whips to and fro beneath these alien skies. The glory of America that shines beyond Earth, once more.

In front of the school, a fire blazes. Stacy gasps. The three of you run and find a large assembly of people gathered outside the school, sitting on benches taken from the gym. They are surrounding a bonfire below a very large animal. Is that a buffalo?

As you come closer, many of the kids are panting and covered in blood. A member of the basketball team, Noah Gonzales, tells you what happened. "We don't know what the hell that was, man! It had these pipes going through it, probably was some kind of mutant freak or something!"

Another, Harvey Ross, adds "We used flares to scare it off. Then it crashed down some kind of pit and it stopped moving so we finished it off and were like, can't let this thing go to waste!"

They credit a boy named Samuel Howard, a respected scout troop leader with butchering the creature. He said he'd never found anything like it before. But he's going to teach everyone how to preserve meat this evening.

Over gamy mouthfuls of monster-meat flavoured with a generous drizzle of cafeteria BBQ sauce, you feast with your new friend. She points at the roasting beast. "Na-Koride!"

You repeat her words. "Na-Koride?"

She says. "Takel!"

She points at the bonfire. "Hura!"

You repeat her, and she responds with another "Takel!"

She points at herself. "Nuku!"

You point at yourself. "Bruce."

(Cont. in next post)

>>4259718
Stacy is a bit fidgety at you having so much quality time with this weird new girl. But you ignore her and make it clear that this Nuku is just a friend. More people come and circle her. "Woah!" Harvey says. "Look at her eyes, man! She some kind of cat or something?"

Cat... girl? Again, this is something you've heard the nerds babble about. As much as you hate to associate with them, they might prove vital here. "Probably. Let's see if we've got some extra cans for her, Harv. Oh, her name is Nuku."

Stacy introduces herself to her. "So, you're Nuku?"

"Takel! Takel! Nuku!"

At this point you've figured out "Takel" means "Correct". You are close enough to the fire. Her skin is marked with large stripes, and a pair of cat ears thrust from her head. A long tail sways from her skirt. How many ears does she have, anyway? Any attempt at trying to find out would probably make Stacy angrier than Nuku. Her exotic looks draw a small crowd. "So cute!" a girl squees. "Weird..." someone else gasps. Then you notice that as a high school you guys are taking it particularly well for discovering the first form of intelligent nonhuman life.

This is your school's very first day of anarchy. Nobody is in charge of anything, and this is the second anomaly you've encountered. There are so many questions. The electronics don't work no more, but the plumbing still does for some mysterious reason. The toilets and locker room showers still work. You have a finite supply of cafeteria food. There are no teachers around, and no beds to speak of.

But you still don't know what to do with Nuku.

> Go to the D&D club for help (You're in a fantasy world, perhaps they could make sense of it)

> Go to the anime club for help (They know about catgirls, that's for sure)

> Ask Stacy for help (She knows a little about animals and owns a pet cat)

> Ask Samuel for help (He is geographically talented and could create a map)

> Write-In

(I will answer this question by either 7AM or 4PM NZ time! You have ample time to answer!)

>>4259724
>Ask Stacy for help (She knows a little about animals and owns a pet cat

>>4259777
+1

>>4259724
> Go to the D&D club for help (You're in a fantasy world, perhaps they could make sense of it)

>>4259724
>Go to the D&D club for help (You're in a fantasy world, perhaps they could make sense of it)

>>4259724
Time for some DnD assistance.

>>4259212
it's when being a Randall is part of your school duties after you (theoretically) proved to be a good student.

>>4259724
You missed the chance to tell Stacy that she's just a friend unless she wants a threesome.

>Find the boy/eagle scouts and bend them to your will. Their first duty is survivalist training for everyone. The nerds and the bike club are in charge of trying to figure out gunpowder and awesome mad max contraptions we can make with Motaurs as fuel.

>>4260102
I like this suggestion so much that i'll leave this thread open until 4PM NZT just for this post's sake.

>>4260102
Support

>>4260102
This, common sense is paramount.

>>4260102
No way im passing this up.

>>4260102
>>4260422
>>4260425
>>4260487
This beats the D&D club suggestion by 1 post. Now it's settled. Time to write...

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>>4261302
There seems to be no traces of civilization in all four directions. The electricity has gone out so we'll have to depend on fire. And who can teach us how to light fires? This leads you to Samuel Howard, whom you meet with five other scouts. All five of them are dedicated enough that they wear their scout uniform in school because they don't have time to get changed before they go to their troop, and besides, it's hot. So since they've been generous enough to cook the monster for everyone else, it's not a stretch to say they'll oblige to teach everybody else some basic survival skills.

"Sam! I want you to make sure everybody knows their stuff by tomorrow. Teach 'em your knots and stuff so we don't die." you command.

He freezes up before your mighty masculine power. "Sure thing, Bruce!"

And sure enough, when dinner is finished he and his boys are demonstrating scout skills to everybody, and teaching situational awareness. Various things to do with avoiding danger and what to do when things get tense. Next is lighting fires, then first aid, and navigation using a map and compass. As for backwoods cooking, they already got that covered half an hour ago. The fine taste of s'mores is still fresh in your mouth. You attend the demonstrations yourself.

Suddenly it occurs to you that your school, the manifestation of American might, lacks one vital element consistent throughout every single instance of American presence across Planet Earth, from Korea to Syria: Guns!

You gather up a group of people from various social schools, most of whom are from the Bike Club, and others from the Chemistry Club. They ought to have a little technical expertise. A dude called Ulysses Carson, whose imprisoned father was a greaser, speaks on behalf of them. "Well, we've got all the ingredients we need, all the sulfur and potassium nitrate we can make in the lab but we-."

"Perfect!" you reply. "Make us all the gunpowder we need, in case something worse goes after us!"

"That's the problem, Bruce. We don't have welding equipment or anything that we can use to make guns. Neither do we have bullets. And even if we did have any casting supplies, we don't have any electricity or gas to power 'em." Ulysses says.

"We do have gas!" you retort to him as you roll over a small container of black goo. "Or something like that. We stole this diesel from the Motaurs. Let's light up their lunch!"

Ulysses pours a little on the sand and lights it up with a match to Samuel's chagrin. The flame is terrible and quick. But then it forms into a long serpent with a stegosaurus' head. Ulysses flees and Stacy screams. Before it can get any taller than your waist you kick sand at it and when it begins to dwindle out you slug the fire-thing to death.

(Cont. in next post)

>>4261368
"That ain't... that ain't oil!" Ulysses gasps. He looks closer into what is left of it. The screaming faces of dinosaurs and worse have been deeply charred into the sand. "Dude!" you enthuse. "That's metal!" and a small crowd surrounds you. "It's full of Dino ghosts or something!"

Nuku dashes gracefully up to you and points at your container. "No, no, no! Bad, that bad!"

"What, are you some kind of hippy? Does this pollute mother earth or something?" you respond.

She obviously doesn't understand you, but you seem to get the message when she takes the container from you. She draws a picture of a colonnaded building in the sand. In the middle is a well, and a picture of her pouring it into there. "Is this some kind of religious thing?" She sees that you've accepted her taking the Dino-Ghost Juice from you and makes it clear that it belongs to her now. "Damn. That stuff must be pretty important to you, then."

"Well duh!" Ulysses says. "We don't want to get our asses eaten by... whatever that was every time we rev up our motorcycles, Bruce!"

"You can still make gunpowder, right? Bombs and whatnot?" You ask him.

"Yeah, I suppose we can." We can make three hundred and of them with the stuff we have in the chemistry lab, but that will take us all week. They're gonna be as effective as a firecracker, and will really mess you up if you're in the same room as them. "And as for the Motaur Juice, I fear it's where our science ends and this world's magic begins."

> Cherry-bombs invented!

Magic, huh? You have a hunch you'll be seeing a lot in the days to come but that's not worth worrying about this late. Then there's another question. Your school has a dreadful shortage of places to sleep.

The library has a nice carpet, so everybody is crowding the floors over and playing paper-scissors-rock to decide who gets to sleep on the beanbags. People are making makeshift beds out of rows of chairs, and taking cushions from the teacher's lounge and the library for use as pillows. When that doesn't suffice, some use deflated basketballs, others their own sweaters and jackets, and for an unlucky minority the fuzzy, carpeted classroom floors are their pillows. Nobody is sleeping in the hallways or cafeteria.

You, on the other hand, have claimed the Principal's office. Who knew he had a mattress in here hidden inside a closet behind a painting, and what was it even for? You had never heard of him staying overnight here. Perhaps it had something to do with some low-performing girls getting As on every subject. Before you hit the sheets, you cross another day on the 1995 calendar. With blue marker.

Meatloaf is weird fare for breakfast food, but that doesn't matter when Nuku is once again the centre of attention, particularly by the four boys who comprise the Japanimation Club. You remind Stacy "Don't be scared. Nuku's a friend, unless you want a threesome."

> Talk to the Japanimation Club

> Talk to the D&D Club

> Talk to the Scouts

> Talk to Stacy

>>4261401
>Talk to the Japanimation Club
Let's see if they have any useful info about nuku

>>4261401
Find a quiet place and give Stacy the thundercock

>>4261412
support

>>4261401
>Talk to the D&D Club
They know about magic and shit, right? We need to get the rundown on what to expect from fantasyland, even if it comes from D&Drones. I wonder how many levels we'd have in Monk by their standards.

>>4261435

+1

>>4261401
>Talk to the nation building and alternative history geeks. Let them guess what could exist here from what we know.

>>4261412
+1

>>4261435
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>>4261412
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>>4261571
Writing...

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>>4261617
When breakfast is over you head to the D&D clubroom, where three boys and one girl look up at you sheepishly. Their names are Cory, Justin, Patrick and Becky. Their place stinks. You can't believe the teachers allowed them to use this room, and wished that this school wasn't understaffed to the point where they could use rooms willy nilly. But you're in a world that doesn't adhere to Earth's rules, so asking the people who are concerned with worlds that don't seems to be the wildest choice. "Yo, nerds!" you assert.

"Oh god, not me - Y-yes?" Cory whimpers as he looks up at a screen painted with dragons and wizards. "What can I do for you, Bruce?"

"Calm down. From now on you're going to help me understand what the hell is going on here." You say. Since you met them you have rightfully treated them like insects. You can only imagine the relief and gratification they must feel at being elevated to your viziers and advisors. "So! What do you think we're in for, huh?"

You give them a rundown on everything you've encountered. "Cyborg centaurs?" Cory ponders. "This is like Gamma World or something..."

"What's a cyborg, Cory?" The amount of nonsense they have to memorize is staggering. There's no space whatsoever for anything useful to use in their lives. Shivering, he responds "Well Bruce, it's a person who's half human and half robot. Meaning that somebody, someone out there... added their robot parts to them."

"Goddamn!" You respond.

"I know, right? So I'm guessing that this is a really gonzo place, kinda like Thundarr the Barbarian. I think there was a disaster a long time ago and so the existence of primitive people like Nuku implies some people being advanced and others not so much. Which means I suspect that there's somebody out there or at least a small group of people with this kind of science. And they probably aren't very nice. So I'm guessing they must be working on behalf of a... a Dark Lord."

Nuku slips right in. "Oh, hi, Nuku!" Becky says. Patrick gets on his two feet and thumbs around a thick book, and shows her an image. "Hey, Nuku. Look at these pictures. Anything look uh, familiar to you in this book?"

Justin chuckles at him. "Last time I checked, Mystara didn't have any rings in the sky! Hold on, is she from Myoshima? She's a bit too human for that."

Patrick shushes him as Nuku flips enthusiastically through the book. She is entranced by the images. She's either never seen artwork like this in her whole life. As for you, if you wanted to jack off you'd buy a copy of playboy instead of beat it to Erol Otis. She points at a few images, and puts her arms above her head to signify a mountain. "Yup!" Patrick says as he writes notes down quickly. "Mountain Giant, Drider. Water Weird and Gelatinous Cube. Those are in the mountains, correct?"

She puts her hands over her mouth in fear when she comes to a picture of a Troglodyte, then points to a Kuo-Toa. Nuku does an impression of a Motaur's revving.

(Cont. in next post)

>>4261621
"Bad, bad, very bad. Also very far." Nuku bumbles in what little she has learned in your language. You credit the Japanimation Club with being so eager to teach her English without your permission.

"Near mountain, good. River near home. Also far." She continues. "Aha! We know where she lives!" Patrick celebrates, raising a fist to the ceiling. Then he flips to a page with a picture of a wizard casting a spell "And are their magicians here?"

She looks at you dubiously, and nods. "Hold on." Patrick says. "We need a visual aid. Roll out the whiteboard."

Ruby happily obliges and Nuku is drawing away. She rubs away some parts, mystified by the cool smooth feeling of the whiteboard and the whiteboard felt that transforms from ink to dust. Her art style is primitively flat and reminds you of egyptian hieroglyphics. She draws a small group of people with coloured headbands using magic. At the border is a tall, arrogant figure who comes from a large city, using a different kind of magic with reckless abandon. "So there's a bad wizard up there?"

Nuku nods. "Not evil. Unwise, very proud. Dangerous."

They keep showing her analogies. You tune out, because you can't be bothered hearing anything but the end results. In the end, they conclude that she lives in a bronze age society with trading partners across the plains. They have unfriendly neighbours further up the river, which include Driders and Mountain Giants. The mountain has many caves in it. Their town pays tribute to a larger city whose wizards, who although potent, have a very foolish understanding of magic. They are much more knowledgeable about the world at large.

There are people in the forest, but it's also full of monsters, one of whom you ate last dinner. The plains closely border the mountains and are full of Motaurs, who terrorize a race of humanoids who can detach their body parts. There have been rumours of a wagon-town which she draws a picture of. It's an oversized tank, you just know it. It's very vague, so she must not be an educated person, which tells you more about her society. Nuku is also a hunter. She knows next to nothing about the desert.

(If you want to take an expedition, decide on who will accompany you.)

> Stacy - Why not?

> The Scouts - Very outdoorsy and will help you when you're in the wilderness

> The Baseball Team - nothing wrong with some extra muscle

> The Japanimation Club - you don't know what weird oriental shit you might encounter but they seem prepared for this in a way even the D&D club isn't

> The D&D Club - Well-versed in the fantastic. According to them this world diverges from the norms of what they expect, but not by much.

(You can bring all of them at once.)

> Embark on an expedition to Nuku's hometown.

> Embark on an expedition to the forest.

> Embark on an expedition to the desert.

> Fortify the school. Who knows what might besiege this place in your absence?

> Write-In

>>4261635
>> Fortify the school. Who knows what might besiege this place in your absence?
Booooo. Where's the thundercocking OP?

>>4261635
Fortify the school. Let the nerds make their silly presentation in the assembly hall.

>>4261635
Pick one from each group and designate task to the rest.

>Stacy because she's our cock holster and cook
>Becky from the nerd club because she's not as long-winded as the rest
>Pick the best throwing arm from the baseball club, we need ranged attacks even if it's just rocks
>One of the weaboos has got to have some parkour skills

For the rest designate the tasks, a two man team of a boy scout and baseball player to seek out nearby food sources in the forrest.
The rest of the baseball players and scouts are to help maintain order in the student body and help them organize their basic gear.
Have them try organizing fortifications around the school with earthwalls and trenches in case motaurs attack.

>>4261635
>Fortify the school. Who knows what might besiege this place in your absence?

>>4261635
>The Scouts - Very outdoorsy and will help you when you're in the wilderness
>Fortify the school. Who knows what might besiege this place in your absence?

>>4261815
Support.

>>4261635
> Fortify the school. Who knows what might besiege this place in your absence?
Get this shit entrenched

>>4261651
(A real Thundercock knows when and where to use it.)
>>4261729
>>4261756
(I like this one!)
>>4261815
>>4261883
>>4261900
>>4262199
Writing... (I might deliver this 4PM NZT because work, but i'll try my luck)

>>4262370
(Fuck! I accidentally pressed "Esc" and now my progress is gone! You can expect this to come around 4PM.)

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>>4262384
Without further ado you gather up the D&D nerds and have them give a half-informative, half-encouraging speech to raise morale. The assembly hall vibrates with the reverberations of Cory's voice. His father, who is a southern baptist preacher, would not approve of him using his talents for D&D, but nevertheless he rouses the same feelings of hope as he spreads his message of cooperation, solidarity, and courage.

You can see the tears press up against his eyes. He has never felt so important before. Props to him, because he's going to become the school's most trusted source of wisdom from now on. He concludes his speech with several prayers, notwithstanding the "Valley of Death" one. His words have a lingering effect on the school. Some people ridicule him, but that shows that they're more confident. He's quelled their uncertainty, their fear, and most importantly filled them with a patriotic zeal.

Then you get to more practical matters. With a blow of the gym teacher's whistle, you summon up everyone you think is suited for the task. "Enjoyed yesterday's dinner? Well get to digging if you don't want to be today's. Don't mean we're gonna cannibalize you but hell, let's not assume what you killed last night is the worst this world has to offer you. Get to digging!" You command as you bust open the groundskeeper's shed with your bare hands. With shovels start digging a trench around the school, preferably one large enough to kill somebody if they fell in it. You also tell them to use the dirt they have left to build an earth wall behind the trench.

Your dad was drafted to 'Nam. You faintly remember him talking about punji sticks. So you get them to find as many small shrubs and sharpen them into the best substitute you can, and line the trench with them. You snigger at the thought of another monster falling in there. As they toil away tossing dirt over their shoulders you get a few students to count the amount of food left in the cafeteria's pantries. Not good. You've only got enough for a week.

So you order a basketball player to team up with a boy scout to find some food sources in the forest. Both are clad in as many dangerous looking sports gear as they can find. You salute them, say some prayers, and warn them not to go in too far as they march off into the forest. So far you have three teams, whom you name Alpha, Beta, and Gamma. Then you get the baseball team and the most senior scouts to pretty much serve as a police force. The rules aren't too complicated or arbitrary, and you ensure that they'll enjoy more liberty than they did back on Earth. But the first priority is that everybody survives and is disciplined, and knows what to do in a disaster. So they start running drills and having everyone train with makeshift weapons. All is well at school.

(Cont. in next post)

>>4262422
And now for what the D&D group called your "adventuring party". You bring along Stacy because why not. Nuku is your guide. You can't fight with melee alone so you give a basketballer, Shane, the honour of joining your party. And you've heard the Japanimation club talk about performing physically possible feats of agility, not to mention seeing them vault over every single bench in school at one point. So you ask Jamie Hepburn, who is tall, skinny, and has brown hair, to join you.

You don't like to hear nerds or women talk.

So your best bet is having the latter who just so happens to talk the least out of the former. So you ask Becky, who is flustered and disbelieving at first, to join your adventuring party. "Now that's a balanced party!" Patrick says. "Becky is your wizard, you're the fighter, Shane is the ranger, and Jamie is a rogue."

"First off, aren't wizards supposed to be men and women witches?" You say. "And how about Nuku?"

"She's an NPC. A really valuable one. So valuable I think if this world had a dungeon master, she'd be a DMPC!" Patrick enthuses.

"Hope you come back alive. Good luck, you guys." Cory farewells.

"Thanks." You say abruptly.

You farewell the D&D party, and give words of encouragement to the school as you step past the gate.

Where do you go?

> Nuku's hometown

> Desert

> Plains

> Find out why the hell the taps are still working

>>4262452
>Nuku's hometown

>>4262452
>Both are chad in as many dangerous looking sports gear as they can find.
I misread this sentence at first.
>>4262452
>Adventuring party is a lame name. Chadforce is now our platoon name.
> Nuku's hometown. Be sure to point at it on a map incase Nuku doesn't get along with em somehow. We can try to trade with them for food supplies after asking Nuku what stuff they like.


Find out why the hell the taps are still working.
Was sort of wondering this. (Not a vote. We can let everyone else back home try to figure that out or ask em when we get back.)

>>4262452
> Find out why the hell the taps are still working
Assign some nerds to this if they haven't done it already on their own volition
> Nuku's hometown
makes sense to me

>>4262452
> Nuku's hometown
Get more allies/cocksleeves

>>4262452
>Nuku's Hometown
We need trade partners.

>>4262476
>>4262552
>>4262610
>>4262611
>>4262950
Writing...

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>>4263336
So far the only people you've met in this world are the Motaurs. You could use a bit of friendly company for a change. And given how Nuku is with you, they sure will be grateful that you've rescued her. Hopefully friendly enough to establish trading relations. Becky is packing multiple sheathes of refill and several biro pens. "Need to take as many notes as possible." Becky explains. "They've been here longer than us, but this world needs scrutiny from our scientific, modern perspective."

You ask Nuku what the people of her hometown would be interested in. To drive the point in, you draw a map that she described as the surrounding area, and pinpoint where she drew her map. She draws more pictures in the dirt. Cans? She wants cans from the canteen? "Good metal." she says. Why on earth would she want aluminium? It's an incredibly cheap metal. "Take metal home."

Without further ado you stick many empty soda cans and a smaller amount of filled ones into a burlap sack. You toss in a few cans of tuna and cat food in there for good measure. She ate one when someone gave it to her at the cafeteria, and she didn't seem to be insulted. "One bagful of scrap metal! Behold the wonders of the western world!" you shout. When you're sure, absolutely sure that Nuku will lead you towards her hometown, you and your party march your merry way towards the hills in the distance.

Now that you think of it, it sounds hella lame. Instead you name it after your great grandfather, Chad Thundercock the First - the Chadforce. And so the Chadforce marches across the plains, through arid winds and windswept shrubs that hug the ground. The sun is larger than Earth's, and orbited by clusters of smaller sunlets. As you come closer to the mountain valleys the fog of the distance is tinged with a jade haze.

Becky is scribbling away at every unusual plant she sees. Jamie is teaching Nuku more English and learning some of her language in return. The walk is very long and uneventful. You'd have hoped that there was another monster for you to beat to death, but you suppose you can wait for more to show up. The wildlife is fascinating. Long shadows snake across the ground, and serpent-necked oxen open and close their lotus-heads, revealing and concealing their lantern-skulls. Perfectly pyramidal hives dispense thousands of tiny flying mammals that this march has instead of birds.

At last you can see it. Nestled in the river valley between two mountains are a cluster of buildings, with mudbrick walls and thatch roofs. It's a humble village walled in by palisades, and the greatest works of infrastructure in sight are the waterwheel and the river-gates, operated by a great mechanism. Both are made from timber. Upriver, the river slopes very steeply onto a yet higher plateau with sparser trees. The Chadforce is wowed by the sight. A stone brick tower rises over the rest.

At the gate, six of Nuku's friends come and greet her, some teary at her return.

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>>4263376
>>4263376
"So... so many catgirls!" Jamie says, tensing up. "Something this awesome must have a catch, right? Don't accept any food, Bruce, because they might be cannibals."

"What?" Stacy says. "How could you even think that? Look how cute and civilized they are."

"I'm not saying i'm certain, Stacy. We've got to be prepared for the worst possible luck, even if those situations don't make any logical sense." Jamie explains. "Sure, human flesh has very little nutritional value but this is fantasy. It could very well be brain-matter or life-force or something else that we humans have more than animals."

"How-how do you even know that?" Stacy stammers.

"The internet." Jamie replies flatly. "So I don't have to go and find out for myself."

The thought that somebody could tolerate a dialup modem making a racket for so long just to learn something as useless as that truly confuses you. Finally, the cat-people have shifted their attention to you. Every single one of them are almost as tanned and toned as you are, slender of build and remarkably tall. You can tell because the climate ensures people don't cover up to the extent you see in school.

Nuku repeats your names to them. "He saved me! Let them in the town, they're good people!" Their tails waver in curiosity as golden gazes fix on you under dyed headbands and headdresses. "Bring me to your leader...?" Becky asks fearfully.

And indeed they do. You are brought before their Headman, who thanks you for rescuing one of them. Now is the perfect time to show off what you have to offer. "Dude, your majesty! Nuku told me you want metal, right?" and place the bag right before him. He has someone else inspect it and his whole throne room erupts in excited chattering. "This metal... is extremely, extremely rare! This alone could make us rich!"

"My point exactly!" you say. "How much are you willing to give for us in exchange for this?"

"Our treasuries are not enough. All of our jewels, all our tanned hides, amber & bone craft-works, our slaves, none of them will be enough to pay for what you have given to us."

"So what can you give?" you leer.

"We can become your vassals and you may exact tribute from us in any way you see fit. Simply allow us autonomy over our valley." the headman says.

"Not so fast!" Admits someone else as they huff and puff. "I can pay you three million aurums, and that's enough to start a kingdom of your own, not to mention an apprenticeship under me, and i'm the greatest wizard in the empire."

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>>4263397

Another catgirl with velvety white hair and elaborately painted skin barely obscured by scant black robes with a scarlet trim comes over. "I am Kialanystra, and I rule this satrapy. Don't let these inbred bumpkins fool you with their hollow promises! I can repay you in full."

She looks angrily at the headman. "I'll have this counted as treason! How dare you attempt to peddle off imperial territory!" yet he remains resolute. Perhaps she is the arrogant wizard whom Nuku warned you about. The headman growls "Better off under your jurisdiction! What you're doing is poisoning the land and enraging the genius loci! And yet to expect us to pay for your useless projects!" everyone in the room gasps.

> Sell the aluminium to the headman and count his town as the first conquest of your empire.

> Sell the aluminium to Kialanystra and become her apprentice

> Challenge Kialanystra to a wager

> Challenge the headman to a wager

> Refuse to sell the aluminium to either of them.

> Write-In

>>4263398
(Clarification: The one huffing and puffing is the white-haired catgirl who is entering the room)

>>4263398
>Challenge Kialanystra to a wager

>>4263398

Sell the aluminum.

>>4263442
to whom dude ?

>>4263398

(I'm assuming the wizard didn't speak that in english and we miraculously learned Nuku's language really fast.)
> Apprenticeship. I remember that word. It's just an intern, and interns are just slaves.(In english to our group. She's a used car salesman that thinks we're chumps.)
>Stacy brings out her inner Karen and works together with Jamie to negotiate HARD. (This is blatantly a selling NY for some beads situation here. Like we're falling for that Hopefully we get a bunch of spellbooks for the nerds)
1/4 of the cans to the headman
1/4 to the Wizard
>Challenge them BOTH to a drinking contest. Spike the wizard's drink to cheat if we have to. If the wizard wins he gets to buy 1/4 of the cans from us.
>If the headman wins, they sell the cans they win to the wizard own all of the plains (Jamie adds in non aggression pact from the wizard side.)
>When we win we get everything the wizard owns has on her.And a blowjob if she's hot.(Blowjob probably ain't happening. Our excuse when Stacy gets mad is that we wanted to be able to call ourselves a wizardfucker.)

Hope that was in character. Not sure if I stretched it too far or not.

>>4263492
>>4263398
Oh and the last 1/4 is for us to save to sell to somebody richer later.

>>4263398
vassalise the fuckers and enslave Kialanystra

>>4263492
> (I'm assuming the wizard didn't speak that in english and we miraculously learned Nuku's language really fast.)

(I didn't want to describe Jamie and Nuku flusteredly translating everything together, but assume that it took them a whole half an hour to get the message across and what you just read omitted a lot of the boring parts.)

> 1/4 of the cans to the headman
> 1/4 to the Wizard

(That means that 1/4 of the cans still belong to Bruce. This is a three-way wager.)

> If the wizard wins (s)he gets to buy 1/4 of the cans from us.

(If that's a typo I don't blame you. She can decide either, because she's got the spells to ensure it. I'll interpret this as Kialanystra gets cans and retains this part of her territory.)

>If the headman wins, they sell the cans they win to the wizard own all of the plains

(Please clarify. I'm a bit dense. Does this mean the cans go to Kiala and Bruce gets to own the plains?)

>When we win we get everything the wizard owns has on her

(I'll interpret this as them keeping everything that she owns in this town. Correct me if i'm wrong.)

>>4263492
>>4263524
(I'm sleeping soon. Writing...)

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>>4263540
You remember an important little snippet of American history about New York. In 1626, Peter Schagen bought Manhattan Island from the Lenape for $24 dollars. What a steal! This kind of enterprise is what distinguishes your nation from the inbred, hidebound realpolitik of commies and arbitrary europoor monarkey-malarkey. Ruthless capitalism, if not brute force, is how you'll conquer this world, if you don't die trying. But you aren't so good at business. You catch Jamie and Stacy whispering to each other. "What're you planning over here?" you ask in English.

"Bruce. We've the best idea in the history of ideas! How about a drinking game!" Jamie says.

"We can't lose this! This is an opportunity we'll never get again. You have to win." Stacy says.

You once chugged more Budweisers than your father and your uncle in a single sitting. Turns out they had to be wheeled off to hospital when your dad's ex-wife infiltrated the BBQ party under a disguise. Turns out she had filled them with rat poison. She was later beaten half to death by your mum and left gagging on a puddle of her own urine on the roadside. She survived. Luckily you ate an undercooked hot dog then and shat the rat poison out in a single solid lump. It still worked a charm on the varmints in the attic.

"That Kiala broad... She thinks we're morons!" You tell them.

"How come?" Jamie says. "She looks pretty fine to me. I wouldn't mind being her apprentice."

"Apprenticeship. I remember that word. It's just an intern, and interns are just slaves. She's a used car salesman that thinks we're chumps." You explain. "This better do us good!"

They explain the terms of the wager to everybody. You are confident you'll win. But then you realize they probably don't have Budweisers here. "Liquor?" the headman says. "Bring out the drinks!"

A huge gourd pours glowing drinks into a large number of cups placed on a lacquered table. You lean in and recoil when you find out it smells like vomit. "It's made from the fermented contents of a lantern-ox's stomach. With a little mead and feijoa to add some flavour." Nuku explains. Exotic! That's how you know that every human in the room save for you is retching and holding their stomachs. This is it!

Becky puts a pale hand on your shoulder. "Kiala's gonna cheat. I just know it. Empires are never up to anything good, mark my words."

By now, six filled cups stand on the table before you, their stench wafting through the oval-shaped hall. You keep your eyes fixed on Kiala. "Can you... can you tell her to take those rings off?" Becky whispers.

"Hold it!" you say. "Take anything that can potentially be used to contain drugs off you. That includes the rings!"

The two remove all their jewellery. Kiala gives you a bitter s.are. You reply with a stern one. Then you wait until the ninety-nineth cup is filled. The headman calls for a referee, who announces: "When you are finished, put the cups in the bucket behind you.

(Cont, in next post)

Rolled 57 (1d100)

>>4263569
And with great gusto, you drink like there's no tomorrow. This 1d100 roll is for the headman...

Rolled 42 (1d100)

>>4263571
And now for the sublime and terrible Kialanystra herself...

>>4263572
Come one, come all, and roll 1d100, everybody. Because if you roll any higher than 57, this village is yours, and so are Kiala's properties!

If not, Kiala remains bitter at her loss and becomes a malignant canker on your enclave.

Rolled 5 (1d100)

>>4263571
rollan

>>4263524
Sorry. did make that post at like 5 am after not sleeping.

Well the way I see it, the wizard was dumb enough to forget that we can tell she was gonna just buy it from the catgirls anyway or is trying to con us out of the real value that the tribe would know.

>If the headman wins, they sell the cans they win to the wizard own all of the plains
Basically the tribe was gonna sell the cans anyway, but this means the wizard has at least half of the cans no matter what and another 1/4 part she can buy from the tribe.
I figure turning back because we know the wizard is trying to trick us just nets us an angry wizard that tries to rob us. And we were taught not to hit broads unless they want us to.

>When we win we get everything the wizard owns has on her
That's right. I don't think the wizard even lives here so basically just her clothes, gear, and whatever items she has on her unless she somehow has a house here instead of at her wizard tower. The main goal was just to leave her looking like she badly lost a game of (strip) poker and too drunk to actually attack us. Kinda lie those cartoons where the person has to wear a barrel.

>>4263571
Time to see if chrome lets me roll for once. ROllan.

Rolled 81 (1d100)

>>4263690
>>4263571

>>4263698
>Celebratory thundercocking noises.
If we're lucky the wizard might not be able to remember today after losing that hard.
I bet this turns into a giant party.

Rolled 17 (1d100)

>>4263573

Rolled 88 (1d100)

>>4263573

(I will post again 4PM NZT. I have noticed a contradiction: The main character has been referred to as both Bruce and Butch. Which one sounds better?)

>>4264286
Butch is his nickname. Bruce his real name

>>4263698
Absolute chad

>>4264286
I agree with >>4264292

>>4263749
Goddamn. Wizard lost so hard that she probably got gangbanged.

>>4263749
>>4264292
>>4264311
Writing...

>>4265147
The whole room erupts in chanting. You can hear nothing except that and the sound of the drinks gurgling down your throat, and the clattering of the cups as you toss them over your shoulder. There is a leather drum hanging sidelong from the wall, and every cup you finish bounces off it and lands into the bucket.

You feel like vomiting, but considering what you're drinking your vomit wouldn't be any worse than it. Kiala gurgles and sputters. She begins to cry as the drink pours from her nose, and keels over on her side. Seconds later the crowd goes wild as the headman lies flat on his face. And you're still chugging. Becky's covering her mouth with her hands as you stretch your stomach to its limit.

And when the last cup is emptied, a judge in a bright green tabard puts the buckets on a set of scales. "Third place... Bruce?" she gasps in disbelief. People begin to whisper to each other. Suspicious, she puts Kialanystra's bucket on to the scales. It's heavier than yours and the headman's. She empties the bucket. There are fewer cups in hers than there are in yours, and puts her hand inside it. She raises her eyebrow as she places a few invisible objects in a row. A few drops have pooled at the bottom of the invisible cups.

The headman is infuriated. "You used... a force-construct? Unbelievable!"

She simply raises her head and struts out of the room as though their mean nothing to her. You can hear a false chuckle as she walks on the way out. But her ears are flattened on top of her head, and her tail hangs close to the ground. The judge clears her throat, and says "The Satrap Kialanystra is expelled from this wager! Second place, Headman Hytra! First place, Bruce Thundercock!"

They don't know what to say about this. You reckon they would have preferred it if their headman won. But it really says something about how Kiala treated them when they'd rather be subject to a stranger from another world than her. The headman is carried back on the throne, and weakly requests a man in hunters' attire to speak on his behalf. "It is decreed that the Satrap Kialnystra withdraws her jurisdiction from this village, and grants its loyal vassalage to the one known as Bruce Thundercock! Rejoice!"

The crowd goes wild. Nicer drinks are being poured out for everybody. Children are chasing each other on the rafters, looking down at musicians banging drums and blowing flutes. For a town so overtaxed they sure have a lot to spend on spiced fish and sweetmeats. Their food is a bit dry and sooty but it's tolerable for something cooked without gas.

"Hey, come back!" the announcer shouts as two townsfolk drag Kiala back in. "You agreed to the terms of this wager. Being disqualified doesn't mean your exempt from it. Now give the boy with strange hair everything on you!"

They shake her down. "You ought to appreciate we haven't run you out of town, witch!" a woman snarls. You roll out her cape and count the spoils of victory.

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>>4265205
Kiala's expression is like pic related. Too bad you can't see it as she storms back to her house. You suspect that most of what she wore has magical properties, but you don't want to test them in here.

> A bright red cape that is always warm/cold depending on the outside temperature
> Menger sponge with seemingly infinite holes
> Three gold arm rings
> Yellow-and-brown dress
> Amber amulet
> Pearl amulet
> Red loincloth with gold trim
> A pair of sandals
> Four rings containing potent sedative
> Volcanic stone idol, warm to the touch
> Nine scrolls that you can't read
> Box of makeup w/brush
> Small lacquered box of catnip
> Roll of fragrant parchment
> Very cold blue seed
> Four gourds filled with potion
> Bottle filled with glowing pale green solid.

Jeez, she's loaded! Must be much more where she came from. But you suppose you've done enough to her today. Jamie looks over his shoulder. "Jeez... we were a bit harsh, weren't we?"

"Yep. We were harsh. And now i'm rich! Thanks for the idea, Jamie, I owe you one." you say. "No, actually..." he responds. "It was Stacy's idea. I just helped refine it."

You thank her and she's happier than she could ever be. "So, what do we do now, Bruce?" she asks. "Think we should go back to the school and show off what we got on us?"

> "Absolutely!" (Return back to school)

> Ask the headman about the Driders and Mountain Giants upriver (Keep exploring)

> Ask the headman about his beef with Kialanystra (Learn more about the Empire)

> Ask the headman for a map (Learn more about the surrounding area)

> Ask the headman about the idol

> Write-In

>>4265262
>Ask the headman about his beef with Kialanystra (Learn more about the Empire)
Gotta learn about our future rivals

>>4265262
>>Ask the headman about his beef with Kialanystra (Learn more about the Empire)

>>4265262
> Ask the headman about his beef with Kialanystra (Learn more about the Empire)
(Out of character) I was kinda hoping we could blackmail her into teaching magic to the nerds. (She loses everything, but that's after buying the aluminum, so we get the aluminum back while she still owes us all that debt in full. Then we set her up with a mortgage and she can pay us back via magic lessons and gold at a compound interest rate as a suggestion by one of the nerds. Sadly, she was too arrogant and kept on trying to cheat us so there's no way we can let her near the school now. Hell, she could have been our janitor and become rich just from rooting in our garbage.
>(Somebody) Asks if we can get taught about magic if there's a local shaman or something
>Food (they're rich now. They can just afford to buy food to bring to feed us and stuff if they can't make enough on their own. We probably just gave them a treasury for several hundred years.)

>>4265262
Bruce is drunk off his ass rn, so there's no way he's going to hold on to all of this stuff. I'd say he
> Drunkenly gives all of Kiala's shit to Becky to study with the rest of the nerds
> Demands a palace as the new overlord (probably ends up being a permanent outpost for the school later)
> Promptly get even more wasted w/ Stacy and his new cocksleeves
Maybe later, when Bruce is sobered up, he can
> Ask why gas is so important to the society (something to bond over lmao)

>>4265357
>>4265262
Adddendum
>Jamie, You're part of the Chadforce. You can't be letting her walk all over us like that even if you want some ass. She was trying to scam us, got caught trying to scam us again, and tried to skip town without paying after getting caught trying to scam us. Even Concussion Miller coulda seen what she was doing. You really wanna let her treat you as dumber than Concussion Miller?

>>4265381
Gotta agree that we're way too drunk to ask anything. We're probably just partying while the rest of the party should be asking this sort of stuff. If they aren't doing anything then why would we bring them along, right?

>>4265385
True, gotta develop Shane for things like this. Literally gets mentioned once.

>>4265357
>>4265385
These.
I also would suggest, although it may be out of character, that we attempt to enfranchise Kiala into being our ally somehow. Perhaps to keep it in character we could offer her a deal as this anon >>4265357 suggested, or simply seduce her with our thundercock. Further, if what she mentioned about there being an Empire is true, we may have just got ourselves into a political hotspot. It could be that these villagers are glad to throw off the yoke of one master for another. We need info. I say we ask Nuku about the empire.
Either way, I get the feeling Kiala will make a tough enemy or a strong ally, so long as we can trust her.

>>4265357
>>4265381
>>4265385
>>4265401
>>4265501
Goddamnit, you guys are ketamine for my writing faculties. Writing...

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>>4265509
You're so drunk. You can hardly see straight. You barely noticed it but now your words are beginning to slur. Man. Those catgirls are graceful. They've got some sick dance moves. Their tails are brushing against your ankles. Your last reserves of proper judgement bubble up and you tell Becky: "Hey Becky! Take this magic shit! You know about magic, right?"

She scoops up all the stuff and sticks it in her bag. Then you turn to Jamie. You've got a pep talk to give this pussywhipped bitch-boy. That's a little harsh to call the man who made you deal of the century but he's one who needs a firm hand 'o sense since his papa never gave him any. "Jamie, You're part of the Chadforce. You can't be letting her walk all over us like that even if you want some ass. She was trying to scam us, got caught trying to scam us again, and tried to skip town without paying after getting caught trying to scam us. Even Concussion Miller coulda seen what she was doing. You really wanna let her treat you as dumber than Concussion Miller?"

Fire burns in his eyes. "No. Like hell I will."

"Listen," you tell him "You gotta know that women are smarter than you think because they're good at making themselves look dumb. I looked down on you at school because you couldn't see the bad in people. Now, I want you to assume every stranger is out for your blood, just waiting for you to let your guard down."

Jamie nods.

"Good. Remember this for the rest of your life. Now you can get a mouthful of japanese cartoon pussy when you're really sure she ain't wanting something from you. Godspeed, Jamie." you say, slapping him on the back.

You go back to the party. Becky, Jamie, and Shane are drinking in moderation. Even a Thundercock has its limits. Dancing is enough, and you can barely keep yourself on two feet. Compared to everyone else you move like Concussion Miller when he knocked seven people out at last year's prom by accident. Although Stacy is here with you to make sure Nuku's friends keep their distance. Even the Hytra is joining in on the fun. His throne is just sitting there.

Shane eventually tires from dancing and joins Jamie in the corner, where he's drawing manga. Or at least the closest approximation of manga a western teenager from the mid-90s can draw. Chris Hart has yet to regurgitate his artistic abominations into every public library in the world, but even Jamie's art falls short of him in authenticity. "Dude. You're sitting on something."

Jamie stands up and Shane cracks up. "Man! Whatchu got there? Is that... No way! A furball! Priceless!"

As Jamie peels the furball off his rear, Shane asks "Those catpeople aren't so hairy, Jamie. And we've never seen them lick themselves."

"Yeah, never seen that. And hold on - they can't lick their own heads, can they? That would be disgusting." Jamie continues.

"My point exactly." Shane raises his eyebrows and leans in closer to Jamie. "Where do you think the hairball hair comes from, huh?"

(Cont. in next post)

>>4265509
You leap onto his throne and slur. "Listen up! I'm tired of sleeping in a splooge-stained mattress in the principal's office! I want a fucking palace, man, one bangin' pimp-ass mansion that would put Hugh Hefner and Donald Trump to a million shames!" roaring with your fist in the air. You are met with cheers and riotous laughter.

On second thought, more alcohol doesn't sound bad, really. You empty a ceramic cup into your mouth and - oh, this tastes nice. You miss pop - not soda, as the rest of the Anglosphere calls it. You get closer to Stacy and do the Electric Slide with her. Meanwhile the rest of your party members are chilling, helping themselves to a little shad and capybara. Jamie has finished retching from Shane's plausible insinuation. "I'm never kicking them out of the way again. Ever."

"Dammit." Jamie says to Shane. "The first magic we see here was used to scam us, and even that failed. It's so anticlimatic. It sucks, man. Personally I expected something dramatic, like some kind of deus ex machina to save us at he last minute."

"Yeah, me too." Shane says. "That would have been cool. Think she was born with her superpowers like the X-Men or did she get them somehow like Spiderman?"

"Dunno. Maybe she trained really hard to get them after getting her magic awakened by something, like in Magic Knight Rayearth." Jamie continues. "Speaking of which. I really wish we could be her apprentices."

Shane doesn't get his references, but knows what he means nonetheless. "You still chasing after her? Aw, get over it, man. But still, it sure is sad we don't get to learn some cool stuff from Kiala-something. Hey. How about we go and make amends with her? Give her a bit of the aluminium she wants in exchange for some tutoring?"

"Sounds like a good idea. But not now. She must be furious, and we don't know what she's capable of." Jamie gestures about him. "For all we know, she could fuck us up all sorts of ways if we annoy her. She works for an empire, and that's a really bad sign. Let's play it safe, man."

"Look, I've hung around like a glorified baggage carrier for too long. Hey! An empire... that must mean there's a way bigger city somewhere. With more magicians like her." Shane puts his hand around his chin. "We can learn that from them. Hey! Nuku!"

Nuku leaps from the crowd, rushes along a rafter on all fours, and leaps three meters down on both feet, kicking up enough wind to ruffle their clothes. "Yes? About the Empire? You want to learn magic there? I really don't recommend it. Those people have no consideration for what they do to the world, it's just results results results to them. My friend told me it made the genius loci so mad it turned the fields outside their city to an acid swamp."

"That's awful!" Jamie says.

"They're huge nepotists who'll give a title to anyone in their cliques, and instead of actually governing they mess around with stupid projects. And we have to foot the bills."

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>>4265541
"And-and- Kiala keeps mandating that we catch so many animals for parts. She keeps saying that it's for the Empire, but tell that to me with a straight face when I see the seventh Beast Core Golem running off with my quarry! She won't even let me keep the hide!"

"Damn," Shane says. "Then she's got what came to her after all."

"If you really want to learn magic, then there's a witch who lives really far upriver. I've never seen her face, nobody knows her name, but she has helped us for centuries. She's the one who's been consistently patching up everything that Kiala does to us on a whim." Nuku laments. "I can't believe she gets to treat us like this just because of how far she is from the heartland. They don't do anything about the Motaurs, and let the Rolling City spew its filth all over the plains."

"Don't worry." Jamie kneels to her eye-level and gives her a warm smile. "We'll run this place far better than she did. For starters, we don't know about half the shit she demands from you. Plus, we'll teach you the stuff we know. And believe us, we know plenty."

Nuku must be a great eavesdropper because when you recover from your stupor, the headman doesn't tell you anything that your friends have already said.

When the party is over at around what you approximate is four o' clock, the townsfolk could not build you a palace in that time. Instead you were provided a large and spartan warehouse with tolerable ventilation. Perhaps you could stick up some dividers from the offices here to create the illusion of rooms? Now you've got another base of operations.

> Seek out the witch upriver

> Go back to school and boast of your exploits

> Set a course to the city and learn their magic regardless, who cares what they think

> Send Becky and Shane back with the loot while you select any other option

> Write-In

>>4265553
>Seek out the witch upriver

>>4265553
If it wasn't for the fact that we can't actually make pollution right now we'd totally piss Kiala off with it. One of the nerds could probably figure out to turn that water wheel into a generator later or use our apparently unlimited water to power a generator like that.
>Seek out the witch. We're already gonna live forever, but if we can keep chadding forever forever that would be awesome!
>One of the other party members sets thing up so that the tribe can gather some food up for us to bring back with us on the return trip.

>>4265553
>Seek out the witch upriver

>>4265553
>Seek out the witch upriver
She seems to be legit

So how are gonna rule this place now are directly gonna manage stuff or have some supervise everything for us while we just do what we want?

>>4266201
We should probably appoint a human advisor and maybe make Nuku their secretary. Unless we can win over Kiala, then she can be secretary and Nuku can come with us.

>>4265553
>Go back to school and boast of your exploits

>>4265553
>> Seek out the witch upriver
We really need to find a way to reliably defend ourselves.
But before we head out, we should try and win Kiala over to our cause. Suggestions?

I wonder if there's a way to drain magic. if we could drain the magic out of motaur blood it would be usable.

>>4266205
>>4266816
Kiala is too treacherous. Unless the entire school instantly outlevels her (or anything to stop her from packing up to the empire to make an el dorado situation), a treacherous wizard with a grudge is not something you want nearby while you have incredibly valuable stuff to steal. We need to learn about magic enough that the school can stop her when she inevitably tries to invade on her own due to her own arrogance. Then we can consider stuff like recruiting her when we know she can't get away with stuff like exactly what she just did multiple times.

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>>4266957
Writing...

>>4267085
QM are you some kind of New Zeeland fag?

>>4267088
(Indeed, as my aforementioned time zone would indicate.)

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>>4267085
Looks like you're in charge of the town now. There's no time to gloat in your pride so you plan to appoint a human advisor but for a moment you hesitate on telling the news to Jamie. He can speak their language the most fluently, understands their culture the closest, but there's one fatal flaw: he's morbidly fascinated with them.

There's one thing you're certain on: Nuku will be their secretary, and the headman will still be the one ultimately making decisions for the town. You're the one who exacts demands and tribute. "Hytra." you say. "You short of food? What say you about having several hundred more mouths to feed?"

Hytra looks down from his throne. "It's not the meat we're worrying about. We already have plenty of fish It's the hides, which are our best export."

"Excellent. From now on Kiala will have to catch her own animals with money from her own pocket." you tell him. "Oh, we'd like bundles of fish salted when we come down on the way back. That okay with you?"

"I don't see why not." Hytra says.

"When we come back, Jamie's gonna be your advisor." you've changed your mind about him. Living here is what he deserves. Now, as for bringing back a little magical knowledge, you have a boat prepared for four rowers. Nuku and Jamie stay in town. Becky is making some strange demands. "So could I have a ten foot long pole and some rope, a bag of marbles also a lantern?" to which the headman obliges.

"Becky, we're going to visit some hag in some tent up in the hills." Shane says. "Why do you think we need all that stuff?"

Becky looks over her shoulder. "Nothing good comes out of being unprepared. Trust me, this is a matter of life and death."

Now it's just you, Stacy, Becky, and Shane rowing upriver as the foliage grows thicker to the point where there are backwaters along the sides of the river clogged with dead leaves. The river becomes narrower and quicker as the terrain surrounding you grows more rugged and steep, accompanied by denser shade. Thirty minutes later the river widens and flattens out into a modest lake nestled between a range of rime-crested mountains.

The water is turbulent. Despite your efforts it seems to be as thick as treacle, pulling you in to an ait in the centre of the lake. Then large fanged amphibians bob from the water, snapping at the hull. You and Shane fend them off with a baseball bat, smashing skulls with each swing. Becky ties a lasso and hurls it over the sturdiest tree she can find. Then you tie it to the prow and pull your boat to shore. With a single heft, your river-boat is lifted away from the water.

In the distance you can glimpse a double-pronged mountain. The trek across the forest is long and arduous, and you regret not bringing bug repellent. By six o' clock you have made it to the witch's hut. Behind you, everybody is panting and sweating as they sit and lie down on the rock ledge. "Dammit," wheezes Shane. "This better be good."

(Cont. in next post)

>>4267109
You knock politely. "Anyone home? We'd like to learn some magic, please."

Nobody responds for a good ten minutes, until the door creaks slightly open. From the gap somebody tosses four black blindfold. "Uh, what's this for?"

"None of your business. You want to learn magic, you better get used to seeing things without your eyes." says a gruff middle-aged man's voice. Hesitantly, you get inside the hut. Every step you take makes an echo as he guides you around the room, which has more scents and warmth in it than you would expect from a small building with paper-thin walls. "Now, you are-"

You take turns introducing yourselves. "Yes. Perhaps you were expecting I run you through a standardized curriculum like they do in the cities, and you leave this hut with the same eight spells they teach at the universities."

"No, not really." Shane says. "We weren't expecting anything. See, we're kinda new here and we wanna learn a bit of magic. So how much does this lesson cost?"

"Free of charge. You've payed me already by showing Kiala what happens when you try to scam vulnerable strangers out of precious aluminium." The man says. "Bet you were asking how I knew that, huh? Because I have an enchanted item on me, a scrying orb. Now, I will teach you what I know is best for you as people. You may pass this knowledge down but it will mutate, no, blossom into a variety of memetic talents. Think of it like a child with red hair being born to black-haired parents."

Seated on a cushion set on a rug, you can feel the heat of a brazier ahead of you. A sudden gust of fragrance combined with a low crackle indicate he's thrown something on it. He keeps saying "Now, girl. The one with the bun. You carry with you a wondrous treasure that has led you through trials and tribulations. It decides your fate with the cruel mercy of fate yet you have defied its machinations with your bottomless cunning."

"I-i-don't know what you're talking about, sir." Becky stammers.

"You do! It's in your jacket. Pull it out!" he insists.

"You mean my... my... dice?" Becky places it in front of you. And from that moment onward, time swirls together as it loses all meaning. Now you can remember nothing except vague snippets of his lesson. Although it seems to have taken minutes, the sky is illuminated by nothing except the twin radiant rings by the time you leave the hut. "What the hell?"

But it doesn't feel like your first night on this world. You can hear and see things, not directly, but subtly, in the very corners of your vision. All you can remember is pondering upon nothingness, and connecting shapes and patterns forming within it. And as you reach your boat you begin to talk about what happened, and with Becky's help conclude upon what you have learned.

(Cont. in next post)

>>4267172
> Bruce: Spiritual Affinity, Ferromancy, Invocation
> Stacy: Scrying, Cryomancy, Invisibility, Astral Projection
> Becky: Illusions, Healing, Divination, Communication with Animals
> Shane: Levitation, Abjuration, Limited Weather Control, Geomancy

You look at your boat. Then back at the hut, and begin to think about what you ought to do now.

> Ask him about the stone idol

> Ask him about the Motaurs

> Ask to stay overnight at his hut

> Go back to the village

> Go back to school

> Write-In

>>4267178
>Ask him about the stone idol

>>4267178

Invisible blowjobs from Stacy...awwwww yeah

>>4267178
Astral blowjobs from Stacy...awwwww yeah

>>4267178
>> Ask him about the stone idol

>>4267178
Ice cold blowjobs from Stacy...awwwww yea- wait, on second thought, maybe not.

Shane is the basketball player that's not really got a personality hammered out yet, right? There goes anyone thinking he isn't cheating at basketball in the future.

>>4267178
>We ask what the idol is
>Stacy or Shane (probably) asks what all the stuff we got from the wizard is.

>>4267178
We should head back to the school. Last thing we need is some other jock with a big head getting us into a power struggle.

>>4267700
This is a good point. Now that we've got ourselves some magical capability, it's time to go check on things at home base. Maybe we can try using our newfound pyromancy to harness the power of the Motaur fuel and make some guns. Conquer this godless land in the name of 'Merica.
Also, we need to give SOMEONE the thundercock soon.

>>4267700
We've prevented starvation, have magic powers, and delivered them catgirls. They'd get ousted by all the nerds suddenly able to fight back with isekai powers immediately unlike us.

>>4267178
>Ask him about the stone idol, then >>4267700
There's no reason we can't do both.

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>>4267871
>Maybe we can try using our newfound pyromancy to harness the power of the Motaur fuel and make some guns. Conquer this godless land in the name of 'Merica.
Also, we need to give SOMEONE the thundercock soon.
Support. Invent guns damnit!
>>4267178
>Invocation
Sounds badass. This should be able to summon the fire we need too.
>Communication with Animals
Beastmaster
>Limited Weather Control
Throwing lightning bolts seems like a cool upgrade.

>>4267186
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>>4269042
Writing...

>>4269125
You still have one more thing to ask him. "Hey, man. Know anything about this little statue?"

"That... That is from a distant land of volcanoes and earthquakes, where magma flows in rivers over the edge of the world."

Edge of the world? How does this place even have rings? He inspects the idol, rolling it around in his fingers "Before he was slain, this idol would have burned your hand bare of flesh. The reach of that particular general is dwindling."

"What's this about generals? You mean like a Dark Lord, right?" you ask.

"Yes. It is an idol depicting a lesser Demon General of the Dark Lord, if that is what he may be called, for he goes by many names. His name was Izochark, 'til he was slain by a man who is of much repute in the Empire. None know of the nation from which he hails. And in fighting Izochark he lost many friends and left a broken man, and took to becoming a proprietor of an open bathhouse in that very country."

You listen intently. "Izochark has since been subsumed into the Dark Lord, his being ground into fodder for his other Generals. And since his passing they have grown vengeful. When the idol becomes cold, Izochark will have been completely devoured. But yet some of him still lingers inside. When it pulses with heat again, know that the forces of the Dark Lord are near."

That's a lot to take in. Becky is excited and frightened at the same time, and i'm sure she will have a lot to say about this at school. "These Motaurs, do you know anything about them?"

"What?"

"They've got wheels instead of legs. On my world we would say they're half-motorcycle."

"They serve a General named Arikzastan, who abodes in the Rolling City. They imbibe nothing but earthblood, which is sucked from the land like a mosquito sucks blood. Their ruler is aided by another party, the dreaded Vat-men."

Earthblood? That sounds metal! Now you know of the dude responsible for them, you thank the warlock. You row your way back down in the twilight of late evening as the rings in the skies shine brighter. The town is silent save for the sound of fireflies, and you creep over to the "Palace" you have where Jamie and Nuku are lying down on a pile of furs and silks from Nuku's house. They are fast asleep. You pound Stacy that night. Becky hears everything and sleeps in fetal position. You have not taken into account that catpeople have much better hearing than humans and you have waken up every nonhuman in your vicinity.

After sleeping, you wake up to the sound of a basketball bouncing. Shane is teaching the townspeople how to play basketball, and after a few hours of learning, they've beaten him at his own game, but in any real game they would have been disqualified for the amount of rules they broke. Even the scrawniest of them can jump as high as an NBA player. At breakfast, Shane goes up to Becky. "Know about those magical items yet?"

(cont. in next post)

>>4269161
"I took the liberty of naming them all myself."

> Thirsty Sponge (Absorbs impossible quantities of water, and the mass increases depending on how much it has soaked up. It has the potential to become super-dense)
> Gold Serpent Ring (Transforms into three gold-scaled snakes when cast on the ground)
> Dryad Periapt (Instantly heals all wounds three times a day in the presence of plant life)
> Amulet of Merkind (Temporarily gives its wearer the ability to breathe underwater)
> Sleep Dust Rings (Contains paralytic powder)
> Idol of Izochark (Heats up in the presence of the Dark Lord's minions)
> On Spirit Beast Cores and their Practical Uses (Turns out every magical beast has them in them)
> Seven Scrolls of Somaturgy (Talks about various methods of making golems)
> Unopenable Scroll (She has hit this with a hammer)
> Kiala's Makeup (If you slap this carelessly over your face, your face will look exactly like hers.)
> Catnip Box (Gets them kitties high)
> Blunt Paper (For rolling cigars with the aforementioned stuff)
> Ice Seed (Instantly freezes any water it is dropped in to a three-meter radius)
> Dexterity Potion
> Slipperiness Potion (Makes you sweat like an eel)
> Anti-Karmic Potion (Deflects all misfortune towards the source)
> Lantern Bottle (Absorbs sunlight and glows in the dark)

"Woah..." Shane says. "That's awesome! Maybe we should keep it secret, though. Don't want anyone trying to steal this stuff."

Without further ado, you farewell Nuku and the Headman and trek your way back to school carrying large bundles of food. Jamie is proud of his new position as Emissary and Advisor, and looks forward to his next visit to the town. You await fanfare, but all you see is Samuel gagging and retching. He rushes towards you, holding his stomach. "Bruce! Bruce! We're totally fucked!"

"The fuck you so riled up about?" you jeer. "On your menopause? Have they started cannibalizing each other yet?"

Samuel simply leads you to into school. You notice people wearing shaken expressions. Upon visiting the bathroom, you are greeted with a gut-wrenching stench. Weeks of vile sewage have been blasted out every toilet and tap. It's spilling out into the hallway. Stacy shrieks and runs away. "God damn it!" you say. "No shit," replies Samuel. "Every time we turn on the taps, more shit comes out. The same goes for the water fountains. They're full of piss now. We're sorry for drinking all the Dr. Pepper."

Not the Dr. Pepper! You resist the urge to slug him. "Well? Tried doing anything about it?"

"We discovered a cavern leading in the direction under the school, but then these snakes made out of water chased us out. David asked if we could use our cherry-bombs but we don't want more monsters on our hands."

> Go there and use your Spiritual Affinity to check it out diplomatically

> Bomb whoever's responsible for the snakes and shit fountains. Use the full extent of your magical arsenal to show who's boss.

> Write-In

>>4269209
>Go there and use your Spiritual Affinity to check it out diplomatically
First comes the tongue

>>4269209
>Go there and use your Spiritual Affinity to check it out diplomatically
This. Stacy can freeze the snakes, and we can burn all the shit away. The perfect combo.

Unless we have some insanely weird siphon action or magic going on, the taps shouldn't have accessed water from underground. It's my understanding the the US tends to use gravity to power it's tapwater.
>>4269209
>This damn shit is getting in the way of my blowjobs, Becky tell the snakes to fuck off
>Use "diplomacy", bring a kid good at plumbing to explain junk.
Not the wussy nerd kind of diplomacy. Chadplomacy.
(They were pretty dumb for not letting anyone know they exist or allowing people to venture into the caves to find out what the problem they had with us is in the first place. It means they're the ones that fucked up. Not sure how to translate this into chad.)
>The chadforce is probably already teaching others about how to use magic. Have the people that learned freezing who aren't Stacy freeze the shit and it can get turned into fertilizer.
>(If the queen or elemental or whatever is hot and female) You ruined my chance at hot victory sex with your shit. I demand a threesome to make up for it!

>>4269227
>>4269286
>>4269384
Writing...

>>4270303
"Bruce." Stacy says. "Let me try out my powers. I've been focusing really hard with a stick, and get this - I can freeze puddles."

"Sure. Come along." you say. "But I've got something to try." you go and fetch your remaining supplies of earthblood, and accompany that with a match. "All right then, dinosaur ghosts! Bring it on!"

Focusing the full strength of your awakened wizardry, you stare at it for a good forty-five minutes with what you've come to call your "third eye.", and tap into the reptilian side of your brain. Primal rage burns deep within you, and through this you empathize with the compressed, spiritual matter of the earthblood. Then when the match is lit, eons of a dinosaur's squashed soul roars forth. Its mind lasts no longer than a split second. A spiritual shock shakes your mind but you are a Thundercock, and Thundercocks do not yield to such trivial matters. Then you send it flying to your side, face-planting into an ashy stain on the basketball court.

After ensuring that Becky and Shane teach a small group of trusted students what they learned at the mountains, you head off to the cave, bringing along a boy nicknamed Mario. Its walls are steep and curving, made of compressed dirt. There are always roots dangling overhead, dripping dirt. Then you hear a sucking and wobbling. Here come the snakes. They jump out at you. Stacy gibbers an odd noise and clenches her eyes shut. The snakes lie frozen and cracked on the dirt floor. You keep on walking, and reach a wall that is positively soaked with dripping water. But the water pooling at the floor is swirling and leaping without being connected to any source.

You attune your mind to the frequency of water. To better get in touch with it you walk up to your waist in the pool. A wave of serenity washes over your being "Dude. What's this about making shit come out of my taps?"

"Ah! So you are their leader!" the wall says. "Tell me, would you not cleanse yourself after having dung tossed at you?"

"Wait, so hear me out: are we on top of you?"

"Yes. It is uncomfortable having this monstrous, piped building above me. It is quite claustrophobic here. Furthermore I am unaccustomed to having this degree of effluent spilled into my person." It continues nonchalantly.

"Well what can we do to help this?"

"Connect me back to the river. That is all I ask of you."

"Looks like we've got a deal. Mario! What say you?"

Mario says "Oh, we can make him a tributary, all right. But I got a great idea: We can potentially build a dam and lower it onto the river."

You respond by mustering a group of kids with groundskeeper equipment to dig out the wall. Then three hours later you're left with this wobbling wall of water. Everybody can't stop staring at it. "Woah... that isn't possible. What if that falls?" They continue with the rest of the canal, five meters wide, until it reaches an escarpment that plummets off into the river. Then the canal fills with water.

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>>4270344
When you get back, Becky gets to teaching. By noon, only three kids have gotten the hang of freezing things. One of them has managed to learn how to slow down any inanimate object. Turns out magic isn't just pointing a stick, having a lot of random things to aid you really helps. All the crap has been gathered into buckets and piled on a tarp outside. Becky comes over and says "See, we might be farming in the future so I decided to prepare some fertilizer."

"Great. But do we have any seeds?"

"I made sure to set some corn and potatoes aside from the cafeteria, and it's been a nightmare trying to grow them. I've just managed to get them to sprout." she leads you to a tiny garden right behind the school moat. "Excellent work. I'll let one of the Scouts handle this." you get to spreading the manure on an empty patch of the garden.

Then, you head to the D&D clubroom and gather the Chadforce. A scout has worked with them to create a map of the surrounding area, using what they call a hexmap. Seems strange and impractical, but it works in this context. They have written a number of generic names.

> School
> Plains
> Desert
> Forest
> Mountain
> River
> Tributary
> Cat Town

They've used a monopoly house to represent your school, and a pewter figurine of a knight to represent wherever you're going.

> Travel to the City (Learn more about the world at large and also the affairs of the Empire)

> Travel to the volcanic country the warlock told you about (Anyone fighting the Dark Lord is a friend of yours)

> Get Stacy to scry on Kiala (Can't trust her, gotta know what she's doing)

> Name all the places (If you gave a high school the responsibility of naming places, they would fill it with pop culture references and memes. You can choose to allow either the D&D club or the anime club to make the names, or neither. Keep in mind these kids were isekai'd in from the mid-90s, so no references outside of this time period.)

> Check on the Forest Scout Platoons

> Write-In

>>4270375
>Check on the Forest Scout Platoons

>Check on the Forest Scout Platoons
>Name all the places (If you gave a high school the responsibility of naming places, they would fill it with pop culture references and memes. You can choose to allow either the D&D club or the anime club to make the names, or neither. Keep in mind these kids were isekai'd in from the mid-90s, so no references outside of this time period.)
Anime club

>>4270430
Support Also
have Stacy scry on Kiala

Not sure what the makeup kit implies. If Kiara just old and making herself look better, an ___in disguise, or something else.
>>4270375
>Stacy scrys on Kiara
>Check on the Forest Scout Platoons
>Get an update on our war/defense potential from the nerds
>One of the nerds or somebody lets loose the concept of leveling so that we know we (and everyone under us) just need to beat stuff up to get stronger and defend ourselves better.

I'm thinking we take over either the forest or the mountains for something.Probably as an exp farm. Then after we've got the local area under control we can bring te dark lord 7 million tons of FREEDOM

>Name the mountain Detroit Mountain,plains or Cat town "the Pridelands",Desert agrabah. (Sorry. My brain is drawing a blank on 90s stuff specifically because it's demanded that i remember the 90s.
>Tell the greasers that we seem to be able to shut up the flaming dinosaurs. Appoint them in charge of the fleet.

>>4270710
Support

>>4270710
>>4270873
You check on the Forest Scout Platoons. They're gasping and wheezing, covered with mud. Luckily Alpha, Beta, and Gamma have all survived. They've identified edible fruits and fungi and separated the poison from the food. Furthermore, they've beaten some furry browsing animals to death and sufficiently marmalized them to a point where they'd make good stew and soup because no way is anyone gonna eat a steak that has been smashed beyond any recognition. Beta squad has a dude with a broken leg, so they're getting that in a plaster cast. Not only have they contributed to the food supplies but they've sawed down some timber.

You walk past some kids who have recently taken to shearing down grass and drying them into hay to make beds on the way to the D&D clubroom. Just about everybody is in this room with you. Justin is a bit apprehensive, since there's never been this many people in his humble sanctum. Again they've got their hexagonal grid map draped over their long rectangular table, with all the symbols and markers they use in games. "Justin!" you say. "I asked you to review how everybody is going with their fighting skills, and how well prepared we are in the event of a full on Motaur invasion."

Justin swivels around on his chair. "I got Samuel to put everybody on alternating duties between working on the fortifications and training with fighting. Cory helped devising what do do if a siege happened, and we also prepared traps and built some catapults."

Samuel once went to military boot camp. You trust him with this. But then you're concerned. "Listen, I ain't sure about what's gonna come after us. The Motaurs are one thing, but what's to say we won't have a dragon on our hands anytime soon?"

"What we've got on our side is a powerful water elemental who's now on peaceful terms with us and isn't so fond of the Rolling City, a village of adorable superhuman catgirls, and way too many cherry bombs for us to handle. Lately we even got ten people to keep one of those fire snakes alive for twenty, thirty seconds, I think." Justin assures.

"Besides," Cory says. "We've got experience together. This place must have pretty low level monsters, judging from the kind of spirit cores we get from them."

"Experience?" you say. "We've been in here for a matter of days! What are you talking about?"

"Experience points." Cory continues. "More we hack and slash our way through whatever this world throws at us, the mightier we become. Our magic, our might, we kill more monsters until we become unstoppable as our levels increase. Hear that, everyone? This world will make us stronger, so long as we persevere!"

You don't get the whole deal about experience points and levels. But you liken it to exercise. Both concepts are good for morale so you go along with them anyways. "Just keep training. We find anything that looks at us the wrong way, we tear it limb from limb because its demise will make us stronger." Cory says.

(cont. in next post)

>>4271089
"I say once we're done with these plains we move on to the mountains, where the freaks are bigger and the dangers are steeper. Or the forest before it, so we get more XP quicker. Because there's no way to die quicker than charging headlong into the boss battle. See, Justin here thought it'd be a clever idea to read the campaign book beforehand and use his min-maxed kender to 1v1 Acererak while leaving the rest of us behind. Ended up as well as you thought it would." Cory says. "Long story short, kill things, but keep safe while doing so."

"Yeah." you nod in semi-agreement. "Take over every place around us before we start thinking big. Sounds a good idea, Cory. Now, what say you about these locations? Can't have us keep calling them the Plains, or Forest and shit."

> Detroit Mountains

> Pridelands

> Agrabah Desert

They're at a loss as to what the catgirl town ought to be called "Pussyville", "Nekomachi", "Kit-Cit", "Meowdon", "Whiskercita", "Pawrence", "Man-Cat-Tan". Then it occurs to you that if they knew any English they probably wouldn't be so happy at having their town called any of these names. All the better to keep the English to yourselves. Besides, all these names are lame as hell. If you were born three decades later you'd call them cringe.

You walk past the Japanimation clubroom, where Jamie and his three goobers are babbling, comparing the catgirls he met to someone called "Aisha Clan-Clan". You decide to move on and tell the motorcycle club that with some effort, the mages have gotten the flaming dino-ghosts under control, and they are their new fleet and scout force. Justin has set aside one of the science labs as the "Wizard's Workshop" where an in-depth translation of Kiala's scrolls has taken place. To you uttermost surprise, you find Stacy scrying with a dish filled with the remaining Dr. Pepper.

You look over her shoulder. Kiala is being scolded by a masked man. You can discern some words as the dish ripples less. "I got you into university, and yet you still can't get the aluminium from them?"

"I'm sorry - i'll try next time, maybe I'll..."

The man elbows her in the head. "Next time i'll revoke your title, your tower, and count your repeated incompetency as treason. Am I clear?"

"Yes... Are you really sure we can't find another way to fly? Like, I hear in the floating islands there's a substance that lets people hover."

"Lies! Winged flight is our destiny! I despise the Vat-Men as much as your do, but as fate would cruelly have it, they are our only salvation. When we reclaim our place, let us drive them from upside and be bound not to the will of the Dark Lord any more."

Becky is scribbling down notes. One of Stacy's friends, Veronica, tries to apply Kiala's makeup with a brush. She turns around and you see Kiara's face superimposed on Veronica's body. After all that exposition you can't help but laugh your head off.

And so the plot thickens...

-- SESSION END --

>>4271109
another thread soon ?

>>4271130
Next week or next fortnight, I think. Be sure to look out for it!

>>4271145
What's keeping you busy for 2 weeks?

>>4271146
Another quest, and some serious homework. Quarantine left me with one hefty workload.

>>4271109
>yet you still can't get the aluminium from them?"
Hopefully they were scrying for a bit and we know if he means cat people or she's been actively trying to rob us and we didn't notice.
Wait a second, did he just imply aluminum gives flying powers or am I misinterpreting them trying to do wacky shenanigans after hearing about planes from that dude that had been here ahead of us.?

>>4271109
Thanks for the quest, it's been fun.

>>4271415
You're welcome!
>>4271222
It's up to interpretation. I won't say anything about this. Because you'll find out next thread.