You are Diego Buenaventura, a reporter from San Francisco that was kidnapped and taken all the way to the Hawaiian archipelago to be sold as a slave. The plane you were being transported in was shot by the Enclave and you, along with many others fell from a thousand feet to an unforgiving and highly radioactive ocean. Luckily for you, a fishing ship found you. The rest, perished.

After being nursed back to health you mutated and became an imposing giant, you were then left in Fallen Horizon, a floating settlement that surrounded three pre-war ships. You spent there a couple of weeks, slowly learning about this new and strange wasteland, about their people, culture, about their horrors. You met a girl, started dating her, got a job as a writer... and then everything went to hell. You foiled an Enclave terrorist attack, you stopped a colony of mutant coral from taking over the town, uncovered the truth. And your reward for it all was being exiled.

You are now in the island of Lana'i a barren lifeless chunk of rock covered in a thick and disgusting layer of misery and decrepitude, dangerous contaminating factories and ivory towers from which the ruling caste controls the slave population with an iron grip. The island is ruled by the Sons of Kanaloa, a mercantile group that started with good intentions, but whose greed ended corrupting them to the core. The Sons are now technocratic dictators, slavers and absolute monsters. You came to the island to uncover why they enslaved you, and perhaps finding a way back home, but after witnessing firsthand how soulless the Sons were you decided to stay and strike back. You started simply stealing from them, eroding then bit by bit, you even rebuilt a robot named JC that joined you. But after a while you were found by the Original Sequence, a terrorist group that openly attacks them and bombs their territory in an attempt at returning the Sons of Kanaloa to what they once were, a mere mercantile group that aided the wasteland, not a cancerous giant that manipulates the different warring groups to benefit from the bloodshed.

>>4649932

You moved with the Original Sequence to an underground cave, a place called the Worker's Nest. In there you were given a new home, and a purpose.

Recently you have unhearted that the Sons of Kanaloa are planning on discovering the secrets of the Forced Evolutionary Virus. This has to be stopped by all means, if they succeed their leaders will be able to become immortal giants, immune to illness and radiation, all while keeping their intelligence and personality, and they would also be able to transform their soldiers and turn them into massive brutes that will be clever enough to follow orders but too dumb to rebel or question what they do. The Original Sequence is now focused in stealing robot parts and building a small robot army with the intention of travelling to the Ashcourt, the district where all the upper ecchelons live.

Kill the leaders, and the Sons of Kanaloa will crumble down, the slaves, regardless of if they are soldiers or workers will rebel against their now dead owners. Their future, will be theirs.

In the last month you have been training hard, learning how to blend with the shadows, how to build robots, how to fight hand to hand and how to use weapons. The meek Californian writer that you used to be is a far cry of your current self, you are now a battle scarred giant, a soldier thru and through. A real child of the wasteland.

The agents of the original sequence are armed and ready, the combat robots have been finished and await instructions. It is time to act.

> The Sons of Kanaloa are highly religious. Every week the higher ups go to a cathedral located in the Ashcourt to attend to a mass that is simultaneously transmitted live by radio and TV to the rest of the slave population. Go all in guns blazing and kill them all in a single swoop, let every slave on the island see how their masters are executed.
> Infiltrate the Ashcourt at night and and stealthily eliminate the leaders one by one. Have the robots in reserve in case the plan fails and one of the leaders summons soldiers.
> Watch over the different entrances to the Ashcourt. Send the robots using the sewers and have them cause chaos. When the leaders run away from the battle have the different agents stationed in the entrances snipe them down.
> Other options, write in.

>>4649934
>The Sons of Kanaloa are highly religious. Every week the higher ups go to a cathedral located in the Ashcourt to attend to a mass that is simultaneously transmitted live by radio and TV to the rest of the slave population. Go all in guns blazing and kill them all in a single swoop, let every slave on the island see how their masters are executed.

>>4649934
> The Sons of Kanaloa are highly religious. Every week the higher ups go to a cathedral located in the Ashcourt to attend to a mass that is simultaneously transmitted live by radio and TV to the rest of the slave population. Go all in guns blazing and kill them all in a single swoop, let every slave on the island see how their masters are executed.

>>4649934
>> The Sons of Kanaloa are highly religious. Every week the higher ups go to a cathedral located in the Ashcourt to attend to a mass that is simultaneously transmitted live by radio and TV to the rest of the slave population. Go all in guns blazing and kill them all in a single swoop, let every slave on the island see how their masters are executed.

Welcome back, by the way!

>>4649934
> The Sons of Kanaloa are highly religious. Every week the higher ups go to a cathedral located in the Ashcourt to attend to a mass that is simultaneously transmitted live by radio and TV to the rest of the slave population. Go all in guns blazing and kill them all in a single swoop, let every slave on the island see how their masters are executed.

>>4649934
> The Sons of Kanaloa are highly religious. Every week the higher ups go to a cathedral located in the Ashcourt to attend to a mass that is simultaneously transmitted live by radio and TV to the rest of the slave population. Go all in guns blazing and kill them all in a single swoop, let every slave on the island see how their masters are executed.

The island of Lana'i is an interesting and horrific place at equal parts. It combines the worst of both pre-war and post war societies in shock and awe inspiring way. It is incredibly technological and advanced, perhaps even more than most cities were before the bombs, but it is also a place dominated by the barbaric cruelty and cheapness of life that the nuclear fire and radiation brought.

Explosive collars are a far too common sight, 99,9% of the population wear them, these people cannot leave the islands, these people, these slaves know that they will die like dogs working in some ungrateful job. And there's nothing they can do about it. The smoke spewing factories have been working for centuries nonstop, forging steel in mills and kilns, using complex machines to build a myriad of items, and burning radioactive ore to generate electricity. The contamination and toxic residues that they create extended across the entire island like a malignant cancer and over the years have turned the once green and lush island into a barren wasteland covered in noxious fumes, trash everywhere and unsafe waters filled with burning oil spills, dead fishes and floating debris. The toxicity of the island is so high that growing food in there without extremely advanced equipment is pretty much impossible, and it has also lead to a generation of weak and decrepit people. The population of slaves is malnourished and stunted, covered in scabs or cancerous growths, mutations are far too commonplace and most of the people never make it to the forty years of age.

>>4650376

The Sons of Kanaloa have no regard for the toiling masses that work themselves to death on their soil. So many people die on a daily basis that the Kanaloans have gone as far as capturing people from nearby islands, and sometimes even capturing them from far away places, like in your case. They care not if their slaves suffer or die, they only care about having them scared and docile so they can work themselves to death without rebelling. The guards and soldiers, which are slaves as well but have been given a better position at life simply because of their cruelty or lack of mutations, mistreat the general population, they can abuse and beat the poor workers without repercussion, and they do so with glee. They wear masks, that not only help filter the poisonous smog, but also hides their faces, letting them be as violent as they want. Perhaps one might think that the guards might be enough to quell any kind of insurrection or rebellious thought among the oppressed slaves, but the Kanaloans go a step further.

They worship the volcano in the centre of their island, its hard to say if the religion started artificially as a mean of further controlling and fear mongering the slaves, or if the higher ups really believe the nonsense that they spew about the volcano being a real living god. Regardless of its origins or authenticity they every week congregate in a church at the top of the volcano, celebrate a mass and transmit the fear mongering sermons to every citizen down below, and then comes the sacrifices. Every week dozens of radioactive barrels, robots, uranium rods, Power-Cores and other highly volatile and energetic items are dropped to feed their fiery god, to keep the caldera burning and hot, to have its magma flow and power the forges and geothermal power plants that feed the massive beast that is the island.

And then, come the real sacrifices.

Criminals, debtors, slaves that attempted to rebel, "lucky" winners of a lottery. Every week a hundred and twenty one souls are pushed into an horrific death. Their death wails transmitted to everyone on the island.

Fear is a powerful tool and the Kanaloans have mastered it. But that ends today.

>>4650378

Victor, the leader of the Original Sequence will spearhead the attack. He will enter using the main entrance and explain the reasoning of their motives, of their attack. It will be a speech directed to people who will soon die, but since the mass will also be transmitted across the airwaves it will be also directed to the general population. They need to know who their liberators are. Once his speech is over the other agents, including you, will surround the cathedral and use grappling hooks to crash and enter breaking the stained glass windows to quickly surround them all. The sixty three robots that the Original Sequence has managed to build during this last month will stay outside and defend from any opposing force that might come.

The plan is about to start, there are still some details that need to be hashed, but the gears are already moving, there's no going back now.

"Diego, a moment please." Says Victor, with a thick cigar around his ghoulishly dry lips. Lately he has been smoking more than usual, burning through a box of cigars a day, the stress must be almost unbearable.

"Yes?"

He shows you a crude diagram of the cathedral, the blueprints have been made by studying hours and hours of recorded masses that were transmitted in the past. They are far from perfect, but give a good general idea of how the building looks. It seems to be a copy of a Gothic cathedral.

"I was thinking that perhaps you could take another position during the attack. Here is a big Rose Window. It is in the north side of the cathedral. Perhaps instead of approaching from one side you could instead crash from it and use a rocket launcher to create as much chaos as you can. You would breach before the others, and cause confusion and fear among the Kanaloans, that would help the rest of the agents in taking down the enemy forces. The Rose Window seems to be too big and thick for the rest of the agents, the others would simply splat on it and fall down, only you are big and heavy enough to break it. I was also thinking that perhaps you could come with me, and enter using the main entrance. After my speech is over every gun in the area will be aiming at me, and there will be some precious seconds until the agents make their breach. Having someone like you acting as a bodyguard and helping me avoid the gunfire would be an invaluable help. If not, well, we can go with the original plan and have you breach one of the side stained glasses, and fight with the rest."

> I want to breach the great Rose Window and cause chaos with the rocket launcher. I might not be able to kill many with my rocket launcher, but causing widespread fear and confusion among the enemy will be a great aid to our allies.
> I want to act as your bodyguard, you are the leader of this movement, and every gun will be drawn towards you, we need you to stay alive as long as possible.
> I want to stick to the original plan. Last minute changes are never a good idea.
> Other options, write in.

>>4650380
>> I want to stick to the original plan. Last minute changes are never a good idea.

>>4650380
> I want to act as your bodyguard, you are the leader of this movement, and every gun will be drawn towards you, we need you to stay alive as long as possible.

>>4650380
>> I want to breach the great Rose Window and cause chaos with the rocket launcher. I might not be able to kill many with my rocket launcher, but causing widespread fear and confusion among the enemy will be a great aid to our allies.

>>4650380

> I want to breach the great Rose Window and cause chaos with the rocket launcher. I might not be able to kill many with my rocket launcher, but causing widespread fear and confusion among the enemy will be a great aid to our allies.
This sounds badass

>>4650380
> I want to breach the great Rose Window and cause chaos with the rocket launcher. I might not be able to kill many with my rocket launcher, but causing widespread fear and confusion among the enemy will be a great aid to our allies.

Victor smiles and nods, thick smoke coming from the nostrils of his noseless ghoulish face. "That's what I wanted to hear. A few days ago one of our raids looted a nice rocket launcher, and our demo experts have been able to make some nice rockets for it. Sadly we weren't hoping to use it in this mission, the thing was simply too big and unwieldy for a precision strike like this, but a giant like you should be able to carry and wield it no problem."

You smile and nod, then grab the Grappling Hook gun from your back and give a quick look at it.

"Are you sure that this thing will be able to carry all my weight, plus the rocket launcher and all the missiles?" You ask. The Grappling Hook had been an useful tool so far, it allowed you to reach far away places and even disarm enemies, it was so useful that the Original Sequence even ended copying the design and recreating it for the rest of the agents. But you knew that the thing was on its limits, every time that you used it you felt its gears straining too much, the metallic rope pulling too much, the thing could snap and break down at any moment now.

>>4650739

"Mmmh. Give it to me, I'll see what kind of upgrades we can give to it." He says, you oblige and the old ghoul looks at the device with curiosity. "Anyway, when the attack starts avoid shooting at the enemy, shoot at the floor, at the statues or whatever imagery they might have inside. Cause fear and confusion, not deaths. The rest of the island will be listening and watching us, if you kill them all with a barrage of rockets then they won't be able to discern anything with all of the explosions. I want the slaves to hear their captors being executed, to hear their pleas and screams, we cant do that if you kill'em all. I know you want to go and blast them to hell and back. But... sometimes you gotta contain yourself big boy..." He says with a guffaw and a pat on your massive shoulders.

Victor nods at you respectfully and leaves with your gun. You look around the town and see people coming and going, settlers doing a dozen of tasks in the preparation of the mission, even the children are working until late night. The Worker's Nest is specially busy these days, there are a lot of things that need to be done, a lot of steps that need to be carefully planned and coordinated. The agents are busy coming and going, checking and rechecking everything. No wonder why everybody is so worried and thorough. The plan is simple: Travel to the Ashcourt using the sewers that connect the entirety of the island, but the mere act of reaching the place will be a nearly impossible feat on itself. The maps that you have might not be entirely useful, as the sewers have been unmaintained for decades and some areas are flooded, filled with mutant rats or blocked with trash. Other times you have to cross the tunnels and roads used by the Kanaloan military, and even if encountering troops and patrols down there is pretty unlikely the chances are still there. The journey will be pretty long as well, it will take a long time, and will require of a lot of fuel, almost all of the town's reserves of fuel, if the mission fails, it will be impossible to repeat. There's also the fact that you have to transport the more than sixty robots all the way up there, which will be a titanic task on itself. There are countless of things that can go wrong.

There are still a few days until the religious celebration comes, until the day of the mission arrives, how will you spend these precious days?

> Work and help the town, but also rest as much as you can. You need to be as fresh and rested as possible.
> Travel to the surface and use your caps to buy equipment that could be useful for the mission. You can never be too well prepared.
> Prepare a party to be celebrated the day before the mission. Nobody speaks of it, but everybody knows that the mission is dangerous, and that not everybody will return. Let's have a good memory of those people that might not return home.
> Other options, write in.

>>4650740
>> Travel to the surface and use your caps to buy equipment that could be useful for the mission. You can never be too well prepared.

>>4650740
> Work and help the town, but also rest as much as you can. You need to be as fresh and rested as possible.

>>4650740
>> Work and help the town, but also rest as much as you can. You need to be as fresh and rested as possible.
Fuck you, welcome back

>>4650740
> Work and help the town, but also rest as much as you can. You need to be as fresh and rested as possible.

Along with your robotic companion JC you overseer and assure that everything is ready to go. That every knife is sharpened, that every rifle and pistol are well oiled and maintained, that every bullet and grenade are accounted for. Logistics and accounting aren't your forte, but unlike most of the local population you truly have a high school education, and thus crunching numbers isn't as complex as it is for the rest. The rest aren't stupid, far from it in fact, they just were unlucky enough to be born in a careless society that wanted them to be ignorant. Hopefully after this is over the future generations will have better chances at reaching their true potentials, of studying and learning whatever they want, of being truly free.

During these last couple of days you go to sleep as soon as your work is over, you don't stay late to socialize, have a drink or train, you sleep and rest as much as you can, after all, who knows when your next instant of solitude and quietness will come after tomorrow.

The last night before the attack you can barely sleep. You end taking some a local remedy for sleepless nights, spiced glowing mushroom wine and end having a deep and dreamless sleep that completely takes you. One instant its late night and you are fully awake, the next one is morning and the agents are already mobilising and starting the first steps of the plan.

By the time you wake up JC is long gone. He was tasked with transporting and guiding the different robots across the sewers towards the Ashcourt. Since he is a robot itself he can better coordinate his own kin, and can issue them orders nonverbally, using binary screeches that are impossible to hear by human ears. He and the rest of the bots left several hours ago, JC is also acting as a scout, and has already issued several updates in the situation of the sewers, many of the paths that the agents were planning on taking are in reality blocked for some reason or another, and at the same time many roads that they thought were blocked are instead open and can be freely crossed. With every update from JC the sewer maps get updated, the pathways altered, the time and fuel consumptions recalculated.

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>>4650899

You get up and put on your armor and trenchcoat. As you are about to leave you notice a coffee cup and toast in the kitchen, made by JC it seems. The coffee is burnt and cold by now, and the toast is way too untoasted and overly buttered, but you nonetheless appreciate the gesture and eat it all as you exit your house.

Several feet away from your home you see the agents congregated around several dirt bikes. They are going over the plan one last time. You know it perfectly by now. You all will ride the bikes and approach the Ashcourt using the sewers, if everything goes well and none of you are detected this will only take a couple of hours. In case of finding enemy patrols you all are to drop smoke bombs and a couple of agents are to stay behind and serve as bait and separate from the main group to divert the attention of the enemy. The agents that will stay behind were chosen by drawing a straw, luckily since you have a special part in the plan you were spared from being considered "spendable bait". Everybody knows that the ones that are to act as a diversion are pretty much assured to die, that it will be a suicide mission. That's why, even if most of the local population is atheist, everybody prays to whatever higher force might be listening and asks for divine aid so no enemy patrols are encountered along the way.

Victor finally ends explaining the plan for the umpteenth time. Everybody says their goodbyes to their friends and loved ones. Slowly one by one gets on their dirt bikes and gives one final look at their homes. Then they ride off, and you along with them.

You don't want to leave, you have ended appreciating this small and humble underground settlement... but it has to be done, a reckoning cannot be postponed indefinitely.

> Everybody roll 1d100! Let's see if we find enemies or other nasty stuff!

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>>4650843
>>4650194
Hello frens. I missed you all.

Rolled 50 (1d100)

>>4650901
>>4650904
I'm glad you are back.

Rolled 62 (1d100)

>>4650901
>>4650904
Good to see you back and running!

Rolled 87 (1d100)

>>4650901
How many do you need?

Rolled 52 (1d100)

Sorry guys, I went to sleep. Three rolls is all what I needed, thank you very much!

>>4650901

You get on your bike and get ready to ride. The vehicle's springs and hydraulics screech under your heavy weight. You won't be able to use this vehicle for long. Your massive frame will end breaking it down pretty quickly. Hopefully it will stay steady and still for the duration of the mission.

"Diego, do you copy?" Suddenly says Victor's voice across the radio.

Each one of the bikes had been equipped with a small radio communicator, one used for personal communication between the agents in case the group has to split. You grab the small device and get it close to your mouth.

"I copy." You reply.

"I've left an upgraded grappler in your bike. It will be a device attached to your forearm, letting you use both hands freely. It's a prototype, so be careful with it. In case it works, the rest of the agents will start using it as well, so make us proud today boy, the rest of the boys really want to play with it."

You search across the bike's rear baggage bag and find the grapper he was talking about. It is a device strapped to your forearm, similar in size and bulkiness to a Pip-Boy. An arrowhead the size of your thumb poking from one side, connected to a thick metallic cable and a powerful electric engine. It seems to work on Fusion Cells. It's honestly surprising that they were able to cobble this in such little time.

One by one the engines turn on, the riders drive into their objective. You have no time to test the device. Together you all drive across the slime and disease ridden water covered sewers, the toxic liquids splashing everywhere as the wheels of your bikes quickly cross the shallow channels. Your bikes are noisy, their roaring engines echoing across the old brick and concrete tunnels, sending banshee like screeches everywhere, causing every rat, radroach and vermin to scatter away in absolute fear.

The robots were sent in first not only to act as scout, but also because they had to make the journey on foot and were slower than the bike ridding agents. But there was also another important factor, if both groups had advanced together then the noise and vibrations that they would have caused would have been too loud, too noticeable. Right now, a dozen bikes are easily covered thanks to the thick walls and the noise generated by the nearby factories, but as you get closer to the Ashcourt and leave the factories the city above will become quieter, and the risk of getting discovered will increase a tenfold.

Honestly, you ride the bike without a complex thought crossing your head. You are an outsider trapped in a war, fighting for a noble cause and going for a mission where you could very easily die. But you don't want to acknowledged that, you simply ride along with your companions. Head empty, no thoughts.

>>4651425

"Halt!" Suddenly says Victor, making you return to your senses. You look ahead and see a heavy turret, and further ahead a dozen of dead feral ghouls.

Victor grabs a nearby rock and throws it at the direction of the turrets, and causes no reaction. It looks like the turrets are long dead.

"The robots must have passed these turrets on their way here, and didn't even inform us about it. Perhaps they detected that they were inactive and simply ignored them." Victor informs to the rest of the group. "The mass will start in a couple of hours. Let's go."

> Continue riding. There's no time to lose.
> Ask to make a stop and and see if you can loot ammo from the turrets. This shouldn't take long.
> Ask to make a stop and see if you can repair the turrets. A couple of bikes should be enough to drag and transport one of the turrets. Perhaps you can repair and carry them all the way to the Ashcourt and put them to good use. This might take some hours thought.

>>4651427
>>4651427
> Continue riding. There's no time to lose
>head empty, no thoughts
>this is the way

>>4651427
> Continue riding. There's no time to lose.
Fuck the turrets, hopefully they're dead for good.

>>4651427
> Continue riding. There's no time to lose

These bullets might have been useful, these turrets might have become a great asset, but there's no time to lose. The religious ceremony will be celebrated soon, and if the mission fails then the Original Sequence will have to wait an entire week, seven days in which more slaves will be worked to death, their investigation into the secrets of FEV will be closer. Time is not on your side, better leave these turrets for now.

You ride further than you had ever been, cross sewers and road tunnels, traverse passages that seem to have been untouched for decades, and finally reach it, the underside of the great volcano. As you get closer the heat rises up, to the point of becoming almost unbearable.

What once were sewers and tunnels soon change into natural caverns made from black volcanic rock. The smell of sulphur and other gases fills your nostrils and wets your eyes.

"Heads up, we should be close to our objective." Says Victor.

Soon enough you all start crossing paths with the robots awaiting there. Everybody stops and parks their bikes as best as they can, the agents are all dressed with their best armors, wielding their lucky talismans and carrying as much ammo as possible. Nobody knows what will we find inside of the church, perhaps only the leaders will be there, thinking that they don't need the presence of the lowly soldiers since they believe themselves to be untouchable in there, perhaps they have been thoughtful and the entire area is well guarded and filled with soldiers to the brim.

"Alright, its now or never. Good luck, and godspeed." The ghoul says as he puts on his heavy armor and ballistic mask. He's the first one to ascend, and soon enough gives the rest the heads up. You leave the bike and grab your new Grappler, the Rocket launcher and your usual weaponry.

The agents go first, the robots stay behind stored in a safe distance, several C4 charges are put on the sewer ceilings. If enemies ever come, the explosives will activate the floors will succumb and many of the soldiers will fall down to their deaths, and when the crumbling is over, the robots will emerge and climb out of the debris to finish off the survivors. It isn't an honourable tactic, but the enemy is far more numerous and better equipped, this kind of deceptions and cutthroat plans are the only thing that has kept the Sequence alive for so long.

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>>4651567

When its your turn of ascending you are absolutely flabbergasted by what you find on the other side. You heard that the Ashcourt, despite being the nearest district to the volcano, was the cleanest of them all, that it had special air purifiers that captured the ash and smoke from the nearby areas and created a bubble of clean breathable air, but honestly, this is far more wild than what you expected. The entire place is a recreation of a pre-war suburban neighbourhood, while the rest of the population live in dirty and ruinous cramped towers of trailer cars the people here have big home units surrounded by green grass, flowers, fruit trees and even small garden patches, all perfectly maintained and cleaned. There are roads with functioning drivable cars, these are the only private vehicles that you have seen around, and to be honest they shouldn't even be here, the neighbourhood is kind of small, it could be easily crossed from side to side in less than thirty minutes, the cars are simply an hedonistic show of power and wealth. There are several robots around, none of them seem to notice your presence they idly work the gardens or cleaning or other maintenance chores.

Nobody is around, all the powerful people have gone to the Cathedral, nonetheless there are still some people inside of the homes. As you hide and slowly approach the other agents you give a quick glimpse inside of one of the homes, and see several slaves inside, they are young people forced to wear skimpy and kinky latex clothes that are way too lewd and revealing, some are clearly minors. A few of them have bruises or other abuse marks on them. Some look like they have recently cried their eyes out, others have already developed thousand yard stares. Surely they will be thankful of your acts, of being liberated, but their liberation will have to wait for now, who knows, perhaps some of them have been brainwashed into absolute devotion for their Kanaloan masters, and if released they might reveal the truth and the location of the agents.

>>4651568

Together you leave the Ashcourt behind and reach the stairs to the Cathedral. These stairs have been carved from the volcanic rock, they surround the volcano in a spiralling manner until they reach the temple, built at the top. It gets more and more windy as you go up, you give a quick glance backwards and see the entirety of the island at your feet, the countless factories of Moltenspur, and the city of Murkwater surrounding it. Everything looks incredibly small, no wonder why the leaders have turned so cruel, if they see the rest as if they were nothing but ants at their feet. As you approach it you see that the Cathedral, despite being an imitation of pre-war Gothic style chapels, is made from modern materials and techniques, it is striking similar to the engineering that Vault-Tec used. They either copied them, or used the materials and resources of the unfinished Vault that leads to the hidden village of Worker's Nest.

You are worryingly close to the volcano, you can feel the heat ascending from it, the air shimmering as it ascends, the ever black pillar of smoke reaching into the skies. There are no soldiers around, perhaps an unnecessary bloodshed might be avoided today. The agents get in position and start surrounding the rectangular shaped cathedral, they run to the sides and each one gets in front of one of the stained glass panes, then readies their grappling hook gun to shot and jump into battle. You walk further than them, requiring to go to the back side of the temple, where the Rose Windows is located. As you pass by you notice several statues around, statues depicting old leaders, some are painted greenish, others blue, others copper, but they never stray from these colours. The stained windows do not depict people, but technologies, geared wheels, chains and pistons, fire and steam, bullets and electricity. When you finally reach the backside of the temple you are shocked to see that there's a back door in there, one that leads to a platform that hover above the volcano's mouth, this is the place where the sacrifices are stored and await their ultimate demise. You see dozens of radiactive barrels, enough power-cores and fusion cells to last a lifetime, glowing plutonium rods, all stored next to cages filled with people, these poor souls are already dead men walking, if the volcano doesn't claim them then the radiation will, there is no saving them. Your Geiger Counter starts to beep loudly, some of the slaves seem to notice it and see your presence, but they are too weak and sick to respond and ask for help, they have already accepted their grim fates.

>>4651569

Looking upward you see the massive Rose Window, in its center the all well know radioactivity symbol, around it depictions of nuclear hellfire and charred skeletons.

"I'm going in." Radios Victor. The sound of heavy pushing doors can be heard, and then he delivers his speech.

Suddenly a loud gust of wind comes out of nowhere. The volcanic ash and smoke covers the entirety of the cathedral, several air purifiers activate but they only keep the smoke from inside of the temple, and push it outwards. The sacrifices near you start to choke from the polluting smoke, and the radio, goes silent. You are supposed to jump after Victor finishes his speech, but before the other agents make their entrance, and now, you can't know when the perfect moment is.

"Fucking hell!" You scream as you slap the makeshift radio communicator, trying to make it work once more. Deeply inside you know that it isn't the device's fault, the volcanic smoke must have flooded the airwaves and weakened the signal. Surely the others are as lost as you are. "Fuck it, I'm going in!" You scream, as you put on your Grappling Hook and grab your rocket launcher.

> Roll 1d100!

Rolled 46 (1d100)

>>4651571

Rolled 47 (1d100)

>>4651571

Rolled 7 (1d100)

>>4651571

Rolled 87 (1d100)

Alright, my turn. If I roll 48 or more you guys will fail. Good luck

>>4651624
oh

oh dear

>>4651624
I just hope we at least made it past the window.

>>4651571

"Fuck it, I'm going all in!" You say as you load the heavy rocket launcher and the strap it to your left shoulder, and attach the grappler to your right forearm. You aim high and shot the hook. In an instant the arrowhead flies away, sparks coming out of the electric engine as the wire extends further and further.

With a loud thump the metallic projectile burrows deep into the rocky wall, the wire tenses, the engine starts retracting, you are pulled into the air. You didn't expect the grappler to be so powerful, a dozen feet are crossed in mere seconds, you barely have time to close your eyes and protect yourself.

Crash.

The rose window explodes into a thousand pieces, several fragments painfully burrow and lodge into your skin, covering you in deep bleeding cuts. A shower of glass falls upon the people below. You give a quick glimpse at Victor, who looks at you and shakes his head slowly. You have come too early.

Well, no going back now. While still in mid air you grab the rocket launcher and start shooting at the floors and the ceiling, avoiding the parishioners as best as you can. It's... hard to say if you really miss them all, its hard to aim with blood and small glass fragments lodged in your eyes. You hoped to grapple into the ceiling before falling as well, and perhaps even offer fire support to your allies, but once more, the glass makes you miss it, and you clumsily fall into the floor, feeling your knees painfully crack as you fall and roll into the ground.

"Fuck my knees!" You scream as you fall.

The rest of the agents come shortly after. Each one of them showing more precision and skill than you did. The plan isn't an absolute failure, but who know is the overall population listening on their radios has understood what's going on in the church.

And then, all around you, a firefight commences.

> Ask for help. A couple of stimpaks should help with your crippled legs and head.
> Power through it, grab your Laser Gun and help in the combat.
> Use the grappler to reach some safe place away from the combat, wait until your legs and your eyes get better.
> Other options, write in.

>>4651667
>> Power through it, grab your Laser Gun and help in the combat.
Don't we have stimpaks of our own?

>>4651676
Nope, we are daredevils like that.

>>4651682
I'm pretty sure I bought a few back when we came to the island

>>4651720
Uh, well I'm not sure, I'm terrible at keeping track of things. But it makes sense to have some. So yeah, let's say we have.

>New Option:
> Stimpak yourself and get back to combat asap.

Thanks anon!

>>4651667
>>4651727
> Stimpak yourself and get back to combat asap.

>>4651667
>>4651727
>> Stimpak yourself and get back to combat asap.

>>4651727
> Stimpak yourself and get back to combat asap
Yes we bought some

>>4651667
> Stimpak yourself and get back to combat asap.

The Cathedral shakes and starts to crumble, heavy cracks forming in the walls. Every stained glass window breaks at once and from the other side warriors wielding shotguns and machineguns emerge, raining a hailstorm of fire over the different parishioners.

With a grunt of pain you remove the glass from your face, clean the blood from your eyes and immediately start searching your pockets for stimpaks. Luckily for you the needles carrying the medicine survived the fall and without a second thought you stab one of the pricks in your neck and instantly feel the deep cuts in your face quickly close, the next ones go straight into your thighs and make your lacerated and punished legs and bone heal and reassemble. It's a strange and unpleasing sensation feeling your body healing so fast, and it leaves absolutely dehydrated, which is worsened by the heat of the volcano and the ashes and smoke that the now broken windows bring...but it beats waiting for the natural course or dying on the floor.

Feeling better you quickly stand up and see that the parishioners are surrounding you and have divided in three main groups, one carrying blue robes, another with copper colored clothes, and the last one carrying green vests. Each group is well armoured, and are returning the fire with glee and religious zealotry. Despite the three groups belonging to the same faction they each only help their own, and don't seem to care if the others die if as long as they don't share the same colors.

This fight might be harder than you all expected, the churchgoers are more numerous and well armored than you imagined, their armors easily shrugging off most of the shots that the agents are sending. They carry plasma weapons and other exotic and highly technological weaponry on them. And you are trapped in the middle of it all.

At first the different coloured Kanaloans don't notice you. The sudden chaos and gunfire distracting them from the enemy next to them, but soon their senses make them notice your presence. Your legs are still kind of weak and wobbly, your sight still recovering, and even if you were at your best you simply could never fight so many of them at once. Shooting your rocket launcher from this short distance would spell disaster, so you ready your Laser Gun and your knife and scream in the hopes of taking as many bastards as you can. As you are about to launch your homicidal spree a thick cigar suddenly falls on your feet, you look up and see Victor swinging from the crumbling and cracking ceiling as he uses a forearm grappler like the one that you have. As he passes next to you he extends his arm, you grab it and he pulls with all of his might, his old and sore muscles straining under your massive weight.

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>>4651983

Even after your great fuckup he still risks his life to save you. He is more of a hero than you will ever be. The flinging across the temple doesn't lasts long thought, the stress your combined weight puts on the wire makes it snap and you two fall down to the floor, but this time at least is on a zone surrounded by allies, and not by enemies.

"Are you alright?" He asks with a groan, something on him snapped during the fall, it looks like carrying your heavy body dislocated his shoulder.

"Yeah!" You reply back, your heart thumping like crazy.

Victor nods and doing a strange movement loudly puts his shoulder back in place, then powers thought the pain and stabs his arm with a super-stimpak.

"Alright, you see those three groups?" He says, as he lights another cigar and with his revolver points at the people with the green, copper and blue clothes. "These religious nutjobs believe that their god is divided in three aspects, a holy trinity if you will. Liquid, Solid and Ethereal. The ones in blue are the Liquid worshippers, they are the ones that deal in water, ships, alcohol, fuel and blood. The ones wearing copper clothes are Solid worshippers, they deal in metals, jewellry, armor, ammunition, food and seeds. The ones wearing green are the Ethereal worshippers, they deal in Gas, Energy, Electricity, Planes, Radiation, Energy fields... You fucked it up before boy, but I still think that you have potential. I think that you could make a good leader, so I will give you a chance of redeeming yourself. Choose which one of those leaders you want to take out, and when we topple them, I will let you take their place. But only if you personally kill them. Understood?"

Take their place? You wonder yourself? Wasn't the original plan to destroy the status quo and freeing all of the slaves?

> Attack the Liquid worshippers. If you are victorious you will be given a seat of power and control over the factories that purify water, build ships, ferment alcohol, extract oil and fuel and deal in blood.
> Attack the Solid worshippers. If you are victorious you will be given a seat of power and control over the mines that extract metals and other precious ores, the factories and forges that produce armors, weapons and ammunition, over car and robot assembly factories and food producing plants.
> Attack the Ethereal worshippers. If you are victorious you will be given a seat of power and control over the many energy plants, natural gas deposits, over the uranium ore mines and deposits, over the plane hangars, over energy field creating laboratories.
> Confront Victor about his plans, and what he really wants to do.
> Other options, write in.

>>4651984
>> Confront Victor about his plans, and what he really wants to do.

>>4651984
> Confront Victor about his plans, and what he really wants to do.

>>4651984
> Attack the Liquid worshippers. If you are victorious you will be given a seat of power and control over the factories that purify water, build ships, ferment alcohol, extract oil and fuel and deal in blood.
Kill first, discuss later

>>4651984
Alright, confronting him wins. This will be today's last post before I head to bed. Tomorrow I'll work the morning shift, and then I'll be quite busy, so next update might be in around 17 hours or so? I'll try to write as soon as possible.

>>4652262
Take your sweet time, I'm sure everyone here agrees that you shouldn't rush it.

>>4651984
You compose yourself and catch your breath, wait until your heartrate returns to normalcy, and the pain that shocks your body ceases.

"Victor what the fuck are you talking about?" You then ask, as your eyes lock with his obsidian black eyeballs.

He grunts and grabs his .44 revolver, loading armor piercing rounds and shooting at several approaching enemies. He's good with his gun, with each bullet killing an enemy.

"What, you really thought that we would simply kill the absolute monster that are the Sons of Kanaloa and call it a day? There are many things that need to be done beforehand, it needs to be a slow process. If we don't take control of the island every slave will try to run away, and their explosive collars will go off. We still don't know where the radio station that controls them is located."

A lone worshipper of Liquid lunges you while swinging a heavy rusty hook and screaming chants and sea shanties dedicated to the irradiated oceans, its tattered blue robes decorated with seashells and small glass vials full of different liquids. Before she can even reach you punch the fucker straight in the head, its salt encrusted gas mask shattering into a thousand pieces. She falls straight into the ground and before she can recover you crush its head with your heavy boots, gore and grey matter splattering everywhere. From its corpse you loot several caps and a couple of stimpaks.

"Don't waste your time with the goons. Take the leaders, if you don't take one of the leader you won't have a position of power when we take control." Victor screams over the noise caused by the bullets and the explosions.

"But... this wasn't what we planned!"

"Fucking wake up! This has to be a transition. A slow one at that! If we stop everything at once then the entirety of Hawaii will stop having guns, ships, fuel, and medicines! It will be like returning to the times after the nukes! And I won't allow it!"

> Fight him. He has become as despotic as the Kanaloans.
> Accept it, his words make sense. Go for the Liquid Leader.
> Accept it, his words make sense. Go for the Solid Leader.
> Accept it, his words make sense. Go for the Ethereal Leader.
> Fuck this. Use your grappling hook to leave the Church, return to Murkwater, find some captain that might take you in. Travel somewhere else.
> Other options, write in.

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That will be for today! As I said before the next post will be in around 17 hours? Hopefully less than that.

Thanks for playing!

As usual you can write questions about the quest, the lore, or whatever you want and I'll try to reply you as best as I can. Bye!

>>4652309
Is there anything that'd tell us Victor's definitely gone nuts, or is it just an assumption?

>>4652334
> Is there anything that'd tell us Victor's definitely gone nuts, or is it just an assumption?
The quest is written from Diego's pov so certain things are biased and skewed due to his particual perception. So far is an assumption, we will see if something later confirms it.

>>4652304
>> Fight him. He has become as despotic as the Kanaloans.
Fuck it, everyone can take off their collars at any time just by blocking the signal. We can keep this island working by making humane working conditions, not holding everyone hostage

>>4652304
>> Fight him. He has become as despotic as the Kanaloans.
Things are going to be chaotic anyways, and going back on the plan will only complicate that more.

>>4652304
> Accept it, his words make sense. Go for the Liquid Leader.killing Viktor is the absolute worst move, we've already paved the road for the enclave in new horizon, let us please not repeat the same shit here.

>>4652304
> Accept it, his words make sense. Go for the Ethereal Leader.
If he's genuine, we can help this place improve together - it'd be very retarded to kill an innocent man. In case he's really gone nuts, we'll have a better chance of taking him down with control over energy/gas/uranium/planes/energy fields, and then still can turn this place around with our influence!
Being Liquid Leader will put us in a much weaker position if things go awry.

>>4653172
My reasoning for taking the liquid seat was that when we have the fleet it's easier to fuck off if things go southwards. But I will support any path other than turning on Viktor.

>>4653243
As Ethereals we can fuck off using planes in case things start going bad, we can also cut the power and threaten to go full Chernobyl. Liquid has ships, but also the least amount of options if we end up in the actual conflict.

Alright, I'm back from work. Fighting Victor wins. Writing soon.

>>4653341
there is actually a tie, two votes for fighting Victor and two for fighting the ethereal leader. as I said I'll support any choice other than fighting Viktor. My IP changed because dirty phone poster but I'm this guy
>>4653022

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>4653483
Oh shit, you are right. Alright, tie breaker time is it!

> Fight with Victor
1
> Fight the Ethereal leader
2

>>4653483
>>4653493
My IP is also changing, I'll be using trip to avoid confusion.

>>4652304
> Accept it, his words make sense. Go for the Ethereal Leader.

"You better be right about this!" You scream as you run past Victor and using your grappling hook jump the line of agents that are holding the parishioners back.

The fight is not in your favor, the armor of your enemies is very resistant against the projectiles and blades that your agents posses, they are far more numerous than you and to add insult to injury their weapons are incredibly deadly. For each Kanaloan that dies three Agents fall down. Your sudden ambush attack had taken them by surprise, and during the first seconds many Kanaloans died under the heavy fire, but now they have mobilised and understood the situation they are in. The tide of the battle is shifting by the moments, soon every one of the agents will be either killed, or worse, captured and thrown into the volcano.

One of the few reasons as of why the battle isn't over and your attack hasn't been a failure yet is that the three different worships might belong to the same church, but they are far from united. Each one fights for their own dogmatic views and won't aid the Kanaloans that adhere to other faiths. Liquid worshippers only fight for other Liquid worshippers, Ethereals help ethereals, and Solids aid solids. Many of the wounded Kanaloans die from bleeding out, as the worshippers of other beliefs ignore their pleas, and even go as far as looting the corpses of their own allies for their own gains. Perhaps killing the leaders might be a working plan, these parishioners are mere brainwashed zealots, kill their leader and they will all scatter and scurry in fear.

>>4653631

As you land on the battlefield you grab a Solid worshipper from the neck and raise it from the floor. It's copper colored robes are decorated with old coins, metallic shavings of different ores covering its clothes like sparking dust, and thick chains and bullet cases surrounding its arms, chest and legs. It's gas mask is made of pure iron, you won't be able to break it from a single punch like with the Liquid worshipper. With your free hand you grab your Incendiary laser gun and at point blank start blasting and blasting until you manage to punch a hole in its back. Burning gore and melted metallic slag falling onto your feet as the body dissects in half. Not a single sound or grunt of pain came from the worshipper. You loot its energy cells and throw the half corpse into the ground.

In the distance you see it, a cluster of people wearing green clothes, the ones that worship the Ethereal, the worshippers of gas, energy and the untouchable. Being an Ethereal leader will give you reign and control over airplanes, energy production, uranium mines and energy fields. If Victor ever becomes too much of a dictator controlling these might give you a good chance of toppling him down, without energy you will leave him devoid of pretty much any kind of industry, you could bleed him dry if the need arises.

Victor might be a madman, but he might simply be stressed out and kind of crazy from seeing years of hard work and sacrifice so close to being wasted and lost. You haven't given up on him yet, if he goes with his promise and makes you a leader then you can work to make this island a better place. Determined to prove him that you are to be trusted you run straight into the green dressed worshippers. All you care about is the leader, perhaps you can avoid killing them somehow, perhaps after their lord dies they will run away and be spared from a senseless deeth.

> Use the rocket launcher to open a hole in their formation, the leader has to be in the centre of them. Tear them up and breach to reach their Lord as soon as possible. This will kill most of the worshippers, you will be their demise.
> Use the grappling Hook to pull away Ethereal worshippers and throw them into the air. Open a way into the centre of the group. This won't be as lethal, surely most of the thrown worshippers will surely survive the launch and landfall, but it will disperse the cluster nonetheless.
> Use the grappling Hook to climb into the ceiling and then jump down into the centre of the group, where the leader has to be located. This will surround you with enemies, but if you kill him quick enough you might save the lives of all the worshippers, who might take you as their new leader after you decided to spare them all.
> Other options, write in.

>>4653637
> Use the rocket launcher to open a hole in their formation, the leader has to be in the centre of them. Tear them up and breach to reach their Lord as soon as possible. This will kill most of the worshippers, you will be their demise.
why did we bring a rocket launcher if we're not planning on using it?

>>4653637
>> Use the rocket launcher to open a hole in their formation, the leader has to be in the centre of them. Tear them up and breach to reach their Lord as soon as possible. This will kill most of the worshippers, you will be their demise.
It would be a waste NOT to use it, really..

>>4653637
>>4653668
>>4653674
But saughtering Ethereal Leader while sparing the rest will make them trust us more. Hook should give us just enough time to kill him.
> Use the grappling Hook to pull away Ethereal worshippers and throw them into the air. Open a way into the centre of the group. This won't be as lethal, surely most of the thrown worshippers will surely survive the launch and landfall, but it will disperse the cluster nonetheless.

Bah, I don't want their trust. Viktor might suddenly be all "peaceful transition of power" but that's not how we roll. Everyone in that church deserves to die a hundred times over.

>>4653723
Aren't we being live broadcasted to pretty much everyone around the island, including slaves? It's not just about the henchmen, it's about showing we're not maniacs wanting to take over the place. Hell, it could benefit us later to have civils on our side.

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>>4653736
>Aren't we being live broadcasted to pretty much everyone around the island, including slaves?
Yes. The island, being the technological dystopia that it is has TVs and Radios everywhere. The radios and TVs emit propaganda at all times. And when a religious ceremony happens it is broadcasted as well, and in fact every slave has to stop whatever they are doing and pay attention. I this mentioned in the second thread. Pic related.

>>4653668
>>4653674
you guys still wanna blow up a bunch of randoms in front of those slaves who we're supposed to be convincing that we're the good guys?

>>4653781
Yes. they'll cheer.

>>4653781
Sorry dude, the people have spoken. It's Rocket-launcher time!

>>4653637
> Use the rocket launcher to open a hole in their formation, the leader has to be in the centre of them. Tear them up and breach to reach their Lord as soon as possible. This will kill most of the worshippers, you will be their demise.

Quickly you dash towards your enemies as you holster your Laser Gun and grab the Rocket Launcher from your back. You only have one rocket left, you better make it count. With your heart pumping hard and almost out of breath you quickly get on your knees and slide on the floor, your trousers offering almost no protection against the rocky floor and absolutely shredding as you grind and push yourself against the green clothed worshippers.

Just when the distance is close enough you press the trigger and feel the powerful explosive fly towards the Ethereals, a trail of sparks and fiery black smoke coming out of the rocket's exhausts as it spirals and flies towards its objective.

BOOOOOM!!!

For a second you are ecstatic, then... horrified.

The explosion is massive, far too massive. It grows Impossibly big.

A gigantic conflagration of flames and black smoke erupts in less than a second. The powerful shockwave painfully pushes you back and makes you painfully roll onto the floor, everybody around, ally and enemy alike, suffers the same fate. The entire building shakes and cracks, it won't be long until it completely crumbles down.

Luckily you end pretty much unscathed and after coming back to your senses you find yourself with only small patches of fire covering parts of your body, blood coming out of your ears and an annoying ringing in the back of your head. Weakly you stand up and use several stimpaks on yourself until you finally feel better. You look around and see a blackened crater in the floor, and around it gory chunks of burnt flesh and charred metal.

A bleeding Ethereal is next to you, his left arm and right leg completely ripped and burned from its body. As you look at its butchered body it suddenly dawns on you, you have made a great mistake.

>>4653969

The Kanaloans believers not only wear identifying colors and decorations depending on the aspect that they follow, but they are also equipped with unique weaponry that further identifies them as belonging to a particular dogma.

The worshippers of Liquid cover themselves in items pertaining to the oceans like seashells and salt and their main loadouts consists of Cryo weapons, rusty hooks and cryo grenades. The Solid Worshippers cover themselves in metal and use powerful Flamers, Rippers and Incendiary grenades... and the Ethereals dress themselves in perfume bottles, batteries, inert uranium chunks and use Laser Rifles, Arc Welders and Explosive Gas Canisters as weapons.

You couldn't have imagined this happening, nobody could really, but this might prove to be positive to your cause, a great chunk of enemy soldiers have been suddenly defeated, the tides of battle are once more in equilibrium. The rocket must have set off the many different gas canisters that they followers of the Ethereal carried, and this multiplied the explosion a hundredfold.

A great gust of wind comes from the exterior, getting inside of the temple thanks to all the broken windows and newly created holes in the walls. The smoke quickly recedes, the wounded Ethereals that were caught in the explosion finally perish, the survivors that were simply taken aback by the shockwave slowly recover and stand up and then... quickly the area fills with a smell of ozone and static electricity, and then everybody notices it. A great orb of energy almost as big as you are in size standing on the ground next to the crater, the orb is covered in charred ash, burning debris and boiling blood and it is so bright that its painful to look at.

>>4653971

The orb dissipates with a sharp noise, and from its interior emerges a short little person covered in shiny chromed bionics full of little glowing lights, dressed with silky green robes, wearing lacquered leather on under his fine clothes, and decorating his body with gold and emeralds. He is clearly the Ethereal leader, the only one that survived unscathed from the explosion thanks to his advanced shield.

You knew that energy force shields could be used to protect entrances to areas, or cover entire buildings if one could afford it, but personal shields? That is something unheard off. Beating this little dictator might be harder than you expected.

"So much potential energy wasted. What a shame." It then says nonchalantly with a surprisingly feminine yet robotic voice.

> Perhaps its Energy Shield needs to be recharged, grab your Laser Gun and blast it to hell and back.
> Run towards it and tackle it down. Hopefully your flurry of fist will land on its energy shield generator and shut it down before it can reactivate it.
> Act quickly before she can reactivate its shield. Grab the metallic wire of your Grappling Hook and choke the little fucker with it, and when the noose is finally fit around its neck drop its little body above one of the ceiling's pillars, hanging her in front of everybody.
> Other options, write in.

>>4653975
> Act quickly before she can reactivate its shield. Grab the metallic wire of your Grappling Hook and choke the little fucker with it, and when the noose is finally fit around its neck drop its little body above one of the ceiling's pillars, hanging her in front of everybody.

>>4653975
> Act quickly before she can reactivate its shield. Grab the metallic wire of your Grappling Hook and choke the little fucker with it, and when the noose is finally fit around its neck drop its little body above one of the ceiling's pillars, hanging her in front of everybody.

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Sorry guys, I wanted to add in another reply before heading to bed but I'm really really tired, so I'll head to sleep now.

This story arc will be over soon! We came here to discover why the hell the Kanaloans kidnapped us, will we find our answers after all of this settles?... We'll see.

> Thanks for playing! You guys were awesome! I loved how you debated the different options and explained why you thought one option was better or worse than the rest. These little moments make running this quest worth it.

As usual you can write questions about the quest, the lore, or whatever you want and I'll try to reply you as soon as I can. Bye!

>>4654054
Thank you for running!
Hope the end of arc doesn't mean leaving Lana'i so soon.

And now, let's say, hypothetically, we were able to choke ethereal leader unconscious, without actually killing her. Let's say we did that. Then, hypothetically, could we enslave her and force to clean our shit? Or use as a mobile shield generator maybe? Would that be possible?

>>4654160
>Hope the end of arc doesn't mean leaving Lana'i so soon.
Doesn't has to be. But my overall plans involve exploring other islands as well, at some point we will have to leave.

>And now, let's say, hypothetically, we were able to choke ethereal leader unconscious, without actually killing her. Let's say we did that. Then, hypothetically, could we enslave her and force to clean our shit? Or use as a mobile shield generator maybe? Would that be possible?
First of all... are you Ben Shapiro? Jokes asides, I guess that managing something like that is possible yes, but it will be nearly impossible, if you want to try to go for a nonlethal solution that's what "Write-ins" are for. But I gotta tell you that she would make a terrible slave, she's someone that has been in power for years already, she will never accept being enslaved. The Ethereal leader has also reached her position by being a backstabber bastard, the Kanaloans after all reward this kind of behaviour. And lastly, she's a technological whiz, if you put an explosive collar on her chances are that she will sooner or later find a way of safely removing it.

>>4654054
Thanks for running, man. I'll admit I was definitely reconsidering my vote earlier--thanks for making it engaging for us!

>>4654728
Interesting, interesting.
Didn't use write-in as it was partially a joke, but a part of me wanted to see that, ngl.

Alright, I'm back from work, next update in a couple of hours or so. I still need to eat and so some chores. See you then!

>>4653975
> Act quickly before she can reactivate its shield. Grab the metallic wire of your Grappling Hook and choke the little fucker with it, and when the noose is finally fit around its neck drop its little body above one of the ceiling's pillars, hanging her in front of everybody.

The ceiling above you cracks and shatters, a huge iron pillar of the ceiling suddenly comes crashing down, you barely have any time to escape from the collapse. Not everybody is as lucky as you are.

You start huffing and coughing from the mixture of volcanic ash and rocky dust that quickly forms around you. The battle continues raging on but several worshippers and agents start to retreat and leave the building, you cannot blame them for it, judging by the ever increasing structural damage it won’t be long until the entire cathedral comes crashing down. Among all the people fighting or fearing for their lives there’s a particular person that stands out. It’s the Ethereal leader, she seems to be absolutely unpreoccupied, careless even. Bullets, pellets and shrapnel constantly hit her but body don’t do any kind of damage, they all simply stop in their tracks or ricochet out of the way. A mixture of energy shields and bleeding edge armor has made her untouchable, and she clearly knows and rejoices on it.

“Such a waste…” she again repeats, as she continues to ignore the battle developing around her and starts to loot the dead remains of the people that used to worship her.

Even if her armor feels absolutely impenetrable there has to be a limit to what it can do, otherwise she wouldn’t have activated the energy shield to protect herself from the explosion. You have no more rockets left, you only have a Laser Pistol and a shiny knife, there’s no way in hell that you will be able to breach her impervious skin. You’ll have to find another way of getting rid of her.

With a pained grunt you grab the sharp arrowhead of your forearm mounted grappler and pull from it, feeling your fingers getting butchered and bleeding from the sharp metallic edges as the gearwheels and the engine offer resistance and fight against your pure raw strength.

Once the wire is pulled long enough you tie a noose knot with it and look at the Ethereal leader. If projectiles and explosions aren’t enough then air deprivation might do the trick.

Spinning the noose as if it were a lasso you power through the pain and stride across the battlefield, floor cracking with every one of your heavy steps and countless of bullets and energy blasts flying everywhere all around you.

> Roll 1d100!

Rolled 63 (1d100)

>>4655125

Rolled 59 (1d100)

>>4655125

Rolled 100 (1d100)

>>4655125
Here you go boss. Keep up the good work!

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>>4655246
Holy fuck.

>>4655125

Her massive hubris, her self assured belief that she is absolutely impervious to damage will be her downfall. You run towards her and she doesn't even acknowledges your approach, so sure is she of her invulnerability that she is simply ignoring everything and everyone around her.

You could have pummelled her, thrown a thousand punches and dropped a hundred kicks, hell you could have emptied dozens of Energy Cells worth of laser Blasts at point blank or slash her until your everlasting knife became dull and broke down... and still you would barely be able to scratch the surface of her armor. Nothing short of a nuke could really threaten her and sadly for you, there are no Fat-mans lying around.

Her death will come in other means, but it will come.

As you reach her you do your moves and the noose easily slips around her neck, no resistance offered as she doesn't even notices your quick approach. Once the knot is tightly tied around her windpipe you grab her small and lithe yet heavily armoured and surprisingly heavy body and throw her over one of the few remaining iron support pillars. She seems surprised by your less than orthodox tactic and a robotic yelp echoes as she flies across the building. Before she can even land you quickly search for something heavy and steady to tightly hold into it, if you fall down or lose your balance when she lands then she won't be choked to death, she will simply land and be annoyed at you.

You find a broken rock pillar and hold onto it with all of your strength. When the leader finally falls down you manage to endure the sudden push. Everybody gets quiet, everybody looks at her hanging body, squirming and wriggling in the middle of the crumbling church, then they look at you, the gigantic demon that has dared to attack, nay, kill one of their religious overlords.

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>>4655335

The Ethereal's hands go into the metallic wire and start to struggle in a desperate attempt at releasing herself. She looks at your direction and with one gauntlet covered hand points her index finger forward. "TRAITOR!" She starts to scream as sparks and energy arcs flying start flying all across her body and all of the lights in her armor and bionics start going haywire.

"What!?" You scream confused, releasing yourself from the column and holding onto the wire with both hands to keep her high into the air. Suddenly everybody looks at you with confused expressions. What the hell is she talking about, you are not a traitor, is this a desperate ploy to have the agents and the Kanaloans both attack you?

Before you can ask any other question the floor suddenly shakes and the entire cathedral starts to crumble and break in half. Enormous ravines and pitfalls start to emerge and from these sudden eruptions of lava or burning steam. Several of the survivors are swallowed by the holes and burned alive by the lava below. There are barely no people left in the ruinous temple, most are now either dead or have run away. It's impossible to say if this was a victory or a defeat, both sides have been absolutely massacred. All around you the floor cracks and breaks open, there isn't much time left.

> Stay here and ask her questions, ask her what does she mean by calling you traitor.
> Release the cable of the Grappler, have her fall onto one of the open holes, not even her shields should be able to protect her from burning lava.
> Remove the Grappler from your forearm and place it under some heavy debris so the cable continues staying tense and the Ethereal continues being hanged even without your assistance. Then go and loot whatever hyper-tech goodies that she might have before the entire temple crumbles down.
> Other options, write in.

>>4655336
Any chance to grab her while she's weakened, knock out and carry out to interrogate properly?

>>4655342
Sure. Thats what write-ins are for

>>4655336
>>4655347
> Release the cable from the grappler so she falls on the floor, knock her out and carry her the fuck out of there. Try to stay away from the others until we know what's going on.

>>4655336
>>4655351
Supporting this. Safety first!

>>4655342
Supporting!

Also well, first thing we should do after we catch a breath is to strip off all her wearable tech. We don't want that cunt to shove a taser up our ass or send a distress signal.

>>4655367
Alright! We will hogtie the bitch, take her outside to safety, strip her of all of her technology and then interrogate her!

Normally I would ask a 1d100 dice roll for this but thanks to the nat100 of before we automatically succeed fuck yeah!

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>>4655336
> Release the cable from the grappler so she falls on the floor, knock her out and carry her the fuck out of there. Try to stay away from the others until we know what's going on.

"Fuck it!" You grunt as you press the release button and instantly see the her body quickly falling down onto the floor. You decide to make your move and grab her before she lands and can react and liberate herself from your noose.

You quickly put her heavy body over your muscular shoulders and start striding towards the first exit that you see as the entire building crumbles all around you. Shortly after you leave the entire temple falls down, the Cathedral of Fire is no more.

There are dozens of survivors of both sides of the war around the volcano, most of them lying in the long and ample staircase that connects the Ashcourt with the volcano. They have left their differences aside, the wounded are being tended regardless of their allegiance with medics of both sides working in tandem to save as many lives as possible.

On the far away distance you can see dozens of Vertibirds sporting the Kanaloan colors and iconography flying towards the volcano. Even further is the city of Murkwater and the factories of Moltenspur revolting against their masters, swarms of slaves approaching moving as a single creature towards the Ashcourt, the city below seems to be in absolute chaos, massive fires erupting by the minute and the distant sounds of emergency sirens accompanied by a cacophony of explosions and echoing gunfire randomly happening in every direction. A battle is happening down below, looks like some of the soldiers are still loyal to their masters.

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>>4655462

There's nothing you can do for the revolting slaves in the far away city, there's nothing you can do for the wounded ones tended on the stairs. You carry the still dazed and confused Ethereal leader to a safe place, far away from privy looks, hidden behind what appears to be some generators and energy transformers. Once in there you throw her to the ground and put your heavy foot on top of her knee, pinning her down easily. She's almost indestructible but doesn't looks like she's very strong, she struggles for a while but no matter how hard she tries to fight you are simply too heavy for her and she clearly cannot liberate herself. With the released metallic wire of your grappler you tie her completely and start to remove every weapon that you find on her body.

>You find:
> Two [2]Clawed Tesla Gauntlets: Very powerful stun weapons, can be used as makeshift defibrilators. The claws are strong enough to rip apart most light and medium armors.
> Two [2] Super-heated Cleavers: Very powerful melee weapons. They burn everything they touch.
> Seven [7] Gas grenades: Filled with a deadly mixture of gas that violently reacts against fire or other intense heat sources.

These weapons are great, they would come handy for you, or at least you could sell them for a pretty penny, but that's not what you are looking for, you want the energy shield generator.

"You aren't going to find it. It's part of me." She then says, with a short laugh. "I am the shield."

"What is it, some kind of implant?" You ask.

"Something far too complex for your feeble mind." She says with words full of venom and cruelty.

You place your massive hand over her gas mask and easily rip it out, and other other side you are surprised to see a pretty cute face, a polynesian looking woman in her early to mid twenties. Her eyes look real but you notice a weird glow under them, an unnatural cybernetic glare that creeps you out. She's carrying heavy armor yes, but even then she is heavier than she should be, it looks like pretty much every part of her body is full of bionic implants. The shield could truly be inside of her.

> What do you want to ask her? Write in.

>>4655465
> "Why did you call me a traitor back there? I didn't even know you fucking existed until today!"
> "Do you know Victor?"
> If she doesn't wanna cooperate or starts talking shit, remind her that she would've choked to death, helpless, and her corpse would be now swimming in the lava below if it wasn't for us. We can still toss her in the volcano, and that'd be such a pitiful, pathetic end for the Ethereal Leader...

>>4655512
Sounds good. And remain wary of any funny business

>>4655512
Supporting

>>4655465

"Why did you call me a traitor back there? I didn't even know you fucking existed until today!"

"Typical of a dog. I point at the moon and you can only see my finger. I wasn't speaking to you. I was speaking to the traitor that was behind you. The wolf in sheepskin that has been manipulating you, manipulating us."

"Enough nonsense." You say, kicking her in the ribs and making her roll across the dark and ashy floor.

Thanks to her heavy armor she surely couldn't feel your kick at all, but you wanted to make clear that you could easily toss her around, and knowing that there is an active volcano only a dozen feet from your location that can be a real threat.

"I don't know what name he goes with when dealing with your people. We the Kanaloan lords have no names, only titles that we pass down. We know him as the fourth Lord. The black lord, the Lord of Life, Death, Hope and Despair."

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"The first Kanaloans were pagans, they were mere merchants and mechanics that didn't know any better, but soon they discovered the truth, we opened our eyes to the one great belief, and since then we the Kanaloans venerate technology in all of its forms. We believe that this reality is divided in three main aspects, solid, liquid and gas. And that everything in this universe can be grouped in one of these three aspects. I am the Lord Ethereal, ruler and master of everything untouchable and its countless branches. When the Kanaloans grew and shifted from mere merchants to a fully fledged religious order our first act was to expand ourselves across this island and impose our rule and beliefs onto the entire local population. The few ones that were useful became soldiers and priests, the great majority were forced into slavery. This worked well for a couple of decades, but then came the deaths."

"The deaths?" You ask, grabbing her weapons and storing them for yourself.

"Yes, our slaves finally understood that there was no happy ending for them, no exit, no chances of running away, so they started committing suicides in troves. They preferred to end their lives in their own terms instead of overworking themselves to death."

"Yeah, no wonder why." You say, spitting on the floor. The place where your spit lands quickly raises a small column of smoke, it's incredibly hot around you, the sun is on its apogee.

>>4655668

"Then came the fourth Lord, the secret Lord. The black sheep. The unwanted, yet needed one. This happened several generations before I was even born, there are no records of this happening, he isn't mentioned in the holy books, in the daily prayers and weekly masses. Nobody else but us knows that he exists, there are no factories to his name, no priests and worshippers learning his teachings. He's to be always alone, not even friends or family."

"Then what does he do?"

She smirks and looks at your eyes with her unnatural augmented eyes. "As I said. He rules over life and death, over hope and despair. He was tasked with creating a way of giving hope to the slaves, a way of having them something to live for. He created rebellions that fought against us. You might think that this is something idiotic, but it worked, the suicides ended almost overnight, and the fact that we were fighting against an enemy gave us leeway to train soldiers and send them to far away islands and locations to gather more resources."

"Why did you say rebellions, in plural, how many have been already?"

"Well, seven so far, in about two centuries of recorded history. We never let them grow too big, we always do a great culling and kill most of the population, regardless of if they were innocent or not."

"Wha... why would you do that?"

"The survivors will be filled with dread, they will never rebel, they will transmit what they witnessed to future generations, making every slave that came afterwards docile and scared by default. Besides, it is healthy for the local gene-pool. These slaves end having their DNA corrupted and damaged from all the pollutants, radiation and poor food that we give them. After two or three generations the local population becomes too damaged to do any proper work, even their flesh, organs and blood are too poor to be sold. By genociding the population we can insert new and fresh DNA, either from nearby islands or in some cases from other places like China, South America or the Mainland."

>>4655674

"Yeah, I know, I'm here because you fuckers kidnapped me."

"Where are you from?"

"San Francisco."

"Then you aren't here because of us. Bringing foreign DNA is great to improve the local gene pools, but it is costly. We have done it in very selected times, and the last occasion was around twenty years ago. Someone else brought you here."

"What...? But... nevermind, that doesn't matters now. Who were you calling traitor?"

"The Ghoul. The one with the cigars."

"Do you know Victor?"

"Victor? I guess we are speaking of the same person. Yes, the fourth Lord. Despite being an anomaly he is given the same privileges as us, he has a home in the Ashcourt, private slaves, butter bots, and as many stinking cigars as he wants."

You had wondered about his cigars in the past, they were clearly something out of place. The Worker's Nest was a little primitive underground village, tobacco didn't grow anywhere near it, it was impossible for them to make the cigars, and they looked like they were too expensive for him anyway. It also dawns on you how Victor was so secretive of his privacy. The only terminals in all of the Worker's Nest belonged to him, and he didn't allow anyone near them, perhaps because they contained private and sensitive data that would have revealed his true nature.

"Why... why him?"

"Well, he is charismatic and a natural leader, he is also a Ghoul so he will never die of old age, and there is the fact that he was military. He knows how to use weapons and even create explosives. He was the perfect candidate, and until recently he did his job perfectly. We gave him resources, we gave him caps, we even gave him an entire cavern so he could use as a base. Hell, we even built an elevator that connected the cavern with his home in the Ashcourt so he could do his job easier."

>>4655681

Elevator? Fuck, then you remember how Victor mentioned that nearby the caverns there was a tunnel that he had rigged with C4, a tunnel that was forbidden to walk because it lead to some lava lakes and it was too dangerous to approach. Surely this tunnel instead leads to the aforementioned elevator, and he did everything at his disposal to deter people from approaching it.

"You say he was good on his job? What happened?"

"He ended becoming attached with the revolutionaries that he raised. The first rebellions were perfect, he created some stupid idealist group and infected the minds of the slaves with the virus of hope and then when the rebellion was culled he was given a great bonus reward and then given resources to start over. But he slowly started truly becoming friends with the different soldiers and firebrands that he created. Their deaths started truly affecting him. He once created a pro-ghoul army and attempted to battle us with radiation spewing weapons. Their bodies must still be somewhere in the sewers... As the years passed his attacks towards us became more brutal, more violent, more personal. A few years ago he ended cutting contact with us, he stopped coming to meetings, attempting to work with us. The Lord had truly become a rebel, one that will not stop until the revolution truly happens, and lo and behold, here it is. We never believed that he would have gone this far, we simply thought that he had finally turned feral... a shame we weren't right."

> Since she is the Lord of the Ethereal she has control over planes and other airships. Ask her for a Vertibird extraction and get the hell out of there. This entire island is going to erupt on itself.
> Ask her to fight Victor with you. Together you can bring him down. About what will happen afterwards? You'll burn that bridge when you reach it.
> Enough questions. She is clearly a heartless person, one that doesn't cares a single bit about all the senseless deaths that have been happening, about all the suffering that she has inflicted upon her population. Kick her down the volcano and fight Victor on your own.
> Other options, write in.

>>4655684
> Enough questions. She is clearly a heartless person, one that doesn't cares a single bit about all the senseless deaths that have been happening, about all the suffering that she has inflicted upon her population. Kick her down the volcano and fight Victor on your own.
whatever Viktor is, she is worse.

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This will be the last post of today!

> Thanks for playing! You guys were awesome! I'm really enjoying how the story is developing and the write in that you guys suggested was great!

As usual you can write questions about the quest, the lore, or whatever you want and I'll try to reply you as soon as I can. Bye!

>>4655684
> Enough questions. She is clearly a heartless person, one that doesn't cares a single bit about all the senseless deaths that have been happening, about all the suffering that she has inflicted upon her population. Kick her down the volcano.
> Confront Victor without fighting him.
She literally said he's been going soft and wanted this rebellion to win.

>>4655684
>> Enough questions. She is clearly a heartless person, one that doesn't cares a single bit about all the senseless deaths that have been happening, about all the suffering that she has inflicted upon her population. Kick her down the volcano and fight Victor on your own.

>>4655684
>Enough questions. She is clearly a heartless person, one that doesn't cares a single bit about all the senseless deaths that have been happening, about all the suffering that she has inflicted upon her population. Kick her down the volcano and fight Victor on your own.

>>4655716
Hey I wanna know, the broadcast of all this, can we still use it or did it go to hell with the cathedral? If not, is there a way we can send a message to the population?

>>4655824
> Hey I wanna know, the broadcast of all this, can we still use it or did it go to hell with the cathedral? If not, is there a way we can send a message to the population?
Shit. Perhaps I forgot to mention it. There were cameras and recording equipment in the cathedral.

I guess we could roll to see if we can send a message to the local population. Next update will have that as an option.

Thanks anon!

or, alternatively, we could not kill Victor, let him liberate the island and hold him onto the promise of actually fixing the place >->

>>4656432
Fuck him, he gave false hope to hundreds of people and lead them to their deaths for cigars.

>>4656442
Doesn't matter now, when he wants to topple the three in power. Unlike us, he knows everything about this place and is currently leading a rebellion. If you hate him so much, kill him after he's done sweeping the floor.

Just came from work! Next update in about an hour-ish!

>>4655684
> Enough questions. She is clearly a heartless person, one that doesn't cares a single bit about all the senseless deaths that have been happening, about all the suffering that she has inflicted upon her population. Kick her down the volcano and fight Victor on your own.

You are tired of all of this nonsense, of all of this suffering and destruction. THis has to end, and it will end today.

"There's a saying in my land." You start to say as you start rolling up the sleeves of your scorched and tattered trenchcoat. "Fight against all tyrants. It might not be the most flowery or powerful of expressions, but it has made my land what it is today." You then grab the Ethereal leader by her big green turban and start ascending the slope, her once clean and green clothes quickly become dirty with soot and volcanic ash.

"What, what are you going to do?"

As you approach the crater the heat becomes unbearable, your sweat starts to evaporate from your body creating smouldering clouds that form on your muscular back and shoulders.

"I can pay you whatever you want! You can't even imagine how rich we are! I could give you whatever you wish! Caps! Weapons! Slaves! We have young slaves specially trained to do whatever you might want!"

"Nothing of what you could offer me will change my mind. If anything, your words only make me want to throw you quicker."

Ultimately you reach the edge of the crater and see below a fiery pool of bright orange lava. The explosions and subsequent damage have caused for most parts of the Cathedral to collapse onto the molten rock. From the surface of the lave several rocky columns and iron steel beams poke out, everything else has burned completely. The backside of the cathedral, the area where they stored the nuclear waste and the cages full of captives that were going to be sacrificed is all but gone now. These poor caged people were dead men walking, if the lava had not killed them then the radioactivity of the nuclear waste or the toxicity of the volcanic ash would have taken their lives. There was nothing you could have done for them, all you can do now is avenge them.

"Witness me!" You scream to gather the attention of every survivor around you. In the distance you see several people looking at you, Kanaloans and agents alike focused in what you are about to do.

Without a single word you throw the leader as far as you can. Nobody dares to speak, there's silence all around as a mixture of horror and awe starts to form in everybody's minds. The silence is broken by the leader screaming on top of her lungs. To your surprise she manages to reactivate her shield before reaching the deadly lava, but not even that is enough to save her. She only delays the inevitable, the shield only manages to hold against the burning rock for a couple of seconds before violently overloading and dissipating in a flash of light. Her death comes soon after, she burns in an instant, its hard to say if she suffers or not.

>>4656788

As you turn around to walk back you suddenly notice a figure approaching you. It's Victor, now covered in colorful rags looted from the different Kanaloans and even his own agents all painted black with a mixture of volcanic ash and human blood, his entire body is also decorated with mementos taken from the deceased, stolen trinkets and accessories, but also grizzly trophies like ears and fingers. Looks like he has returned his Death Lord persona.

"So, what now?" You say, putting on the Tesla Gauntlets that you had looted from the Ethereal leader. "Will you now rule over these people? Keep them enslaved and living in absolutely misery?"

Victor guffaws and then shrugs. Getting closer and closer, a stick of dynamite in one hand and his big hunting revolver in the other.

"I have liberated them from the oppressive religion that kept them down. These people have too many shackles, I cannot remove them all at once. Without the fear that the Kanaloan religion instilled on them they will be more free than they have ever been. I will slowly give them liberties. They just have to earn them first."

"Changing from one dictator to another is barely an improvement." You say, brandishing your Cosmic knife and Laser Gun. Under the barrel of your Laser weapon there is a bolted piece of iron rebar that can be connected to a powerful battery to superheat it. As you connect the piece of rebar to the battery several sparks fly away and soon enough the metal starts glowing red hot.

>>4656789

Victor smiles and gets even closer, his old ghoulish face now looking absolutely decrepit and psychotic. He's of course smoking one of his usual cigars, god you hate those fucking smelly turd shaped things.

"Dictator you say? You don't know anything about dictators." He then says, keeping a safe distance from you and getting ready to duel you. "I've seen the Chinese Chairmen burn the Yangtze River and bomb Nanjing, sacrificing thousands of their own troops and millions of their citizens to kill a few hundred american soldiers. I've seen American Generals gleefully send troops to minefields so they can clear them out and then have the Power-Armoured soldiers safely cross them. I'm the oldest living person in this island! I was there when the Sons formed, I was there when they grew big, and I will be there when they fall. I've seen true dictators, both before and after the bombs. I have witnessed Liquid, Solid and Ethereal Lords that would make the current ones pale in comparison. Liberate all of these people and the entire wasteland will fall into chaos. It will be like the Great War all over again. I won't be a dictator, but a ruler, one that will truly send this factory island into a golden age."

Without a word Victor removes his rags and reveals underneath a naked and scarred body covered only by a dozen of leather straps, all with countless dynamite sticks and grenades attached to them. He isn't only a psychotic madman, but also a demolitions expert. You have to be very careful.

"You are a madman." You whisper.

"I'm the best option for this island."

> Try to shoot with your Incendiary Laser Gun at his dynamite, turn him into a fine pink mist and get over with it.
> Use your newly acquired Tesla Gaunlets to electrocute and stun him. Then throw him into volcano as well.
> Shooting him might be too dangerous, the following explosion could crack the floor and make you fall into the Lava. Try to go for the kill with your Cosmic Knife, the only weapon at your disposal that cannot set of his explosives.
> Other options, write in.

>>4656791
>> Shooting him might be too dangerous, the following explosion could crack the floor and make you fall into the Lava. Try to go for the kill with your Cosmic Knife, the only weapon at your disposal that cannot set of his explosives.

I don't exactly dig getting close to this guy, but we don't want to fuck around with explosives next to a volcano.

>>4656791
> Try to shoot with your Incendiary Laser Gun at his dynamite, turn him into a fine pink mist and get over with it.
fuck it, we're going all in

>>4656791
>> Shooting him might be too dangerous, the following explosion could crack the floor and make you fall into the Lava. Try to go for the kill with your Cosmic Knife, the only weapon at your disposal that cannot set of his explosives.

>>4656823
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There's a tie between attempting to blast his dynamite and stabbing him. I'll wait another hour to see if there's a tie breaker and if there aren't any new votes then I'll do a dice roll.

> Fun Fact: The "Against All Tyrants" sentence is a reference to the Inscription found in the Ranger Sequoia of New Vegas. Pic related.

>>4657000
Checked. Let Diego shout SIC SEMPER TYRANNIS as he blasts that bitch to hell (this is not a vote, I already voted, maybe my IP changed)

>>4657039
> Let Diego shout SIC SEMPER TYRANNIS as he blasts that bitch to hell
Oh we will. Be sure about that.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>4657000
Alright, an hour has passed, letting lady luck decide for us.

> Laser Blasting his dynamite
1

> Trying to stab him with your Knife.
2

Regardless of the choice I'll need you to do a 1d100. Best of 3!

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Rolled 14 (1d100)

>>4657109
FUCK YEAH

>>4657113
Dude what are you, an uber driver or something? Your ID is changing like crazy.

Rolled 95 (1d100)

>>4657109

Rolled 48 (1d100)

>>4657120
I'm on mobile so each time I reconnect it gives me a new IP.

>>4657121
S I C S E M P E R T Y R A N N I S

Our energy weapon skill is a whooping 45. Which added to the nat 95 gives us a 140. I'm not even going to bother rolling dice, you guys have fucking smashed it.

>>4656791
> Try to shoot with your Incendiary Laser Gun at his dynamite, turn him into a fine pink mist and get over with it.

You spit on the ground and loot at him, you feel your blood boiling, your hands trembling, you have never wished to kill someone so much in your life.

"Sic Semper... " You start to speak.

With a scream Victor lights the dynamite stick using the cigar on his cracked lips but before he can even chuck it you quickly raise your arm and aim at the red explosive.

PEW!

The energy blast that comes out of your incendiary Laser Pistol crosses the distance between you two in less than a heartbeat as it leaves behind a trail of shimmering and wavy air. The moment it impacts a blinding explosion occurs. You instinctively cover your eyes and cover yourself from the blast.

When the ringing in your ears ceases you look back and find a butchered yet somehow living corpse. His legs and arms are all but gone, burned to a crisp all the way to the bone, most of his skin is also gone, leaving behind exposed musculature, pulsating organs and a naked skeleton covered in blood and ash. His face is nothing but a skull now, his once black eyes now melted into nothingness, parts of his skull are cracked open, revealing inside a brain that leaks a neon green glowing liquid.

He weakly wheezes and coughs. No human could have survived to an explosion like that, every dynamite stick and grenade on his body went on all at once. One the other hand, he's not human at all. Ghouls are infamous for being hard to kill, and it looks like a centuries old lifespan full of radiation must have made him more resilient than normal.

>>4657204

As you approach him his dry coughs become a raspy laugh.

"Heheh...You lack the bloodlust needed to rule a place like this." He says with his last dying breaths.

"Not even in your deathbed are you going to change your mind old man?" You say, pitifully looking at him as spurts of blood come out of every part of his body. He looks like he's disintegrating by the second, his body his bubbling, his fat is literally melting, with every breath that the takes more and more parts of his body slid of his skin and fall off.

"Hah! I've nothing to regret, nothing except not killing you when I had the chance. I knew that you would be trouble, but I foolishly believed that you might have made a good minion. Heh. Now tell me, how will you rule these people? What will you do with the Kanaloans? The death of their leaders will only give you a momentary truce, but soon the religious brainwashed slaves and the ones with a modicum of power will try to go back into the old ways, they will never accept the liberation of the slaves...What will you do then?"

> "The slaves will be liberated, and anyone that shows allegiance to the Kanaloans and is against the new order will be exiled. We don't need them around here."

> "The slaves will be liberated, and anyone that shows allegiance to the Kanaloans and is against the new order will be thrown into the volcano. They will be the last sacrifices made here. Live by the sword, die by the sword. It will be a symbolic way of announcing a new beginning."

> "The slaves will be liberated, and anyone that shows allegiance to the Kanaloans and is against the new order will be enslaved so they can get a taste of what their own medicine. The ones that resist can be turned into Robobrains or perhaps lobotomised in some way."

> "Perhaps you are right, perhaps someone else should rule this god forsaken island. I'll be only a footnote in the history books, a stranger that helped the revolution, nothing else."

> Other options, write in.

>>4657207
>> "The slaves will be liberated, and anyone that shows allegiance to the Kanaloans and is against the new order will be exiled. We don't need them around here."

An eye for an eye... You know the rest.

>>4657207
> "Perhaps you are right, perhaps someone else should rule this god forsaken island. I'll be only a footnote in the history books, a stranger that helped the revolution, nothing else."
> With that said, let's help throw anyone showing allegiance to Kanaloans or being against the new order into the volcano, pick a good leader and get out of this place.

>>4657207
> "The slaves will be liberated, and anyone that shows allegiance to the Kanaloans and is against the new order will be thrown into the volcano. They will be the last sacrifices made here. Live by the sword, die by the sword. It will be a symbolic way of announcing a new beginning."
slaves are many, masters are few. Those who repent shall be forgiven, those who do not wish to change their ways can go straight to their god.

>>4657207
> "The slaves will be liberated, and anyone that shows allegiance to the Kanaloans and is against the new order will be thrown into the volcano. They will be the last sacrifices made here. Live by the sword, die by the sword. It will be a symbolic way of announcing a new beginning."

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Sorry guys, I wanted to add in another reply before heading to bed but I'm really really tired, so I'll head to sleep now. This will be the last post of today! Tomorrow as usual I'll write an update at around 4PM GMT.

Thanks for playing! You guys were awesome! I hope that Victor's betrayal came as something of a surprise, I tried to give some clues here and there about his true nature here and there but I think that nobody expected him to be such a bastard.

> As usual you can write questions about the quest, the lore, or whatever you want and I'll try to reply you as soon as I can. Bye!

>>4657305
Thanks for running, this quest's dope as fuck.

>>4657305
Thanks for running! Quite the finale.

>>4657305
I was expecting him to have a dark side, I wasn't expecting him to show it as soon as he saw he had a chance of winning.

Hey guys, just gotten back from work. Next update in about an hour or two.

Sorry for the delay, the next update will be extra chonky.

>>4657207

"The slaves will be liberated, and anyone that shows allegiance to the Kanaloans and is against the new order will be thrown into the volcano. They will be the last sacrifices made here. Live by the sword, die by the sword. It will be a symbolic way of announcing a new beginning."

You look back and see the coastline of the island in the distance. Despite of everything there's still hope for this place, it is a god forsaken dumpster now, but it doesn't has to be for any longer. As you finish speaking Victor starts wheezing drily.

"You are more heartless than you believe. This island might still have a chance after all." He says as he grasps for breath every couple of syllables. He's almost gone. You holster your weapons and approach him, the smell of his rotten and burnt flesh almost making you gag.

"And you are a monster that nobody will remember." You say with vitriol filled words.

You would have loved to see the expression on his face after you spoke those words but the explosion absolutely destroyed all of his face muscles, nothing but a skeletal grimace remains. He looks like he has accepted his fate, he doesn't replies to your words, he doesn't replies or reacts at all, if it weren't for his weak breathing you would be pretty sure that he was gone. Enough speaking, its time to finish him off. You retreat on your steps and ready your powerful legs to kick him into the volcano.

"... Tyranis!" You scream, as your foot connects and sinks deep into his half melted guts. With a loud grunt he flies away and rolls in the air, his organs, bones and flesh breaking off his body as he flies away. He practically disintegrates into nothingness even before his corpse reaches the lava pool. His remains last less than a second in burning into nothingness.

>>4658281

As you descend the slope the survivors of the battle look at you in awe, members of the church and agents of the New Sequence all together as equals. Less that ten people survived in total, it was an absolute massacre. You don't see the other two Kanaloan leaders, it looks like they died during the battle or the collapse of the Cathedral. Good, they were the only ones that could have posed a threat against you.

"Listen up." You start to speak. "The Sons of Kanaloa are no more. Their reign of terror comes to an end today. No more slavery, no more religious violence. Anyone ready to accept it can stay, anyone brainwashed enough to fight for it... well, they can have the same fate as the rest." You say as you point at the volcano with your charred finger.

Most of the cultists of Kanaloa accept your orders and quickly remove all the religious iconography from their clothes and throw it onto the ground with some going as far as spitting or stomping on them. You are sure that most of them are still faithful believers and will continue being so for the rest of their lives... but you choose to ignore it, they are mere cowards trying to save their lives, you can understand their motives, and honestly, you are tired of fighting, there have been too many senseless deaths already.

Tired and with a soft limp you cross the Ashcourt. It looks like some of the revolting slaves have managed to reach this place as well, most of the luxurious houses have already been looted out of their valuables. As you walk the road you even pass by a couple of homes that are currently being ransacked, the sex slaves that were forced to work inside are freed and liberated, the Kanaloans that owed them aren't spared, most are killed on the spot, a few are captured and forcefully taken towards the volcano.

>>4658283

Your body feels like shit, you are sure that you have at least one broken rib and two open wounds... but honestly releasing all of these people was worth it, for fuck's sake, some of the sex slaves aren't even adolescents. As you pass by the different slaves look at you with a mixture of reverence and confusion, most simply cry their eyes out. They don't fully understand what happened, one instant they were resigned to a life of duty and degradation, then they heard on their radios a revolution happening live and the next instant they were released from their binds and told that they were free. The slaves still had the slave collars around their necks, they are still forbidden from leaving the island, the towers the control them are still up and running, but to their eyes this is a massive victory nonetheless, to them you have given them something that they never possessed until now, freedom.

As you walk by several of the rioting slaves start moving aside and stopping completely on their tracks, daring only to murmur behind your back after you have passed them. They know that you are their liberator, they must have seen or heard you in the radio or TV. You have gained a reputation, you have become a figure of legend among the downtrodden, and a diabolical heretic in the eyes of the still loyal Kanaloans.

You are of course happy with your achievement, but honestly... you also feel kind of disappointed. This wasn't the ending that you were expecting, but at least it wasn't as disastrous as your fuckup in Fallen Horizon. At least now you know that it wasn't the Kanaloans the ones that brought you here to Hawaii. You are back at square one. You let a long sigh followed by a yawn and feel your ribs and several muscles painfully hurting. You are absolutely exhausted. All you want to do is sleep for a thousand years.

>>4658285

After a short walk you finally leave the Ashcourt behind and enter into Moltenspur, most of the factories are being burnt down, the slaves are directing their far too repressed rage against the machines. You are not too worried about it, even with a hundred years of continuous rioting they would not manage to destroy all of the factories around. Such is the ridiculous extension of power and territory that the Kanaloans used to posses.

As you get closer and closer to the city the casualties become more and more prominent. It looks like several of the guards and soldiers have left their old ways and have joined the workers in hunting down the Kanaloans and destroying their properties. The Kanaloans had too much hubris, they sow the wind and reap the whirlwind, most of the soldiers in their armies were slaves as well and then the reckoning came they quickly changed sides and joined their abused brethren.

Finally after what feels like an eternity you reach the city of Murkwater, it's absolute chaos in there, not a violent chaos per-se, but a celebratory one. Everybody is engaging in heavy drinking, chem usage, hell some are even having public sex without any kind of shame. Not everything is nice and jolly thought, no matter where you look you can see signs of depravity and sadism everywhere. Some of the old Kanaloan priests and soldiers are hanged under arches or crucifixed into electric poles, many butchered or gunned down bodies can be seen every now and then, and some streets are now blocked with debris or burning intensely.

You don't want to endure any of that crap. Without a second thought you open the first manhole that you find and with a grunt jump down into the sewers. You go straight to the place that used to be your safe house, the furniture that once stood there is all but gone now, it was moved weeks ago into the underground town of Worker's Nest. You dont mind it thought, you put on some soft cardboard and cover yourself with your own burnt and tattered trenchcoat and quickly fall asleep.

Darkness instantly engulfs you, you feel as if you had not slept in weeks. When you wake up you are in a different place, a different bed, wearing different clothes. You are in an old white room, the light is dim and you can barely see what's around you, the room is pretty much bare. There's only the bed you are resting, your body is covered in bandages and JC, your robot companion resting in one corner.

>>4658288

Slowly you start to stand up and feel weaker than you expected. You cannot avoid feeling wobbly and grunting in pain as you try to walk. Your voice awakens JC, which instantly walks to your aid and helps you keep your balance.

"Wow wow buckaroo! The doctor says you are still not ready to walk on your own! Oh jeez, I was supposed to stay here and keep and eye on you in case you woke up. Don't tell anyone aight?" He says, with his robotic yet lispy voice.

"What...what happened?"

"Well, you don't remember the attack, how the Cathedral was destroyed, how the revolution began and the Kanaloans were either killed or thrown into the volcano?"

"Yeah... I remember all of that, but where I am?" Every step hurts, every breath is painful, you feel better than before, but you are far from fully healed.

"You disappeared after the attack. You simply left the place and after you reached the city you were simply gone. I found you in the sewers in the same place where our old house once stood. I don't know, I had a hunch you would be there."

"That doesn't answer my question." You say, as he helps you back in your bed.

"You are in a hospital, you were pretty wounded man, had a great loss of blood. What the hell were you doing down there?"

"Rest."

>>4658289

"Well, good thing I found you, who knows what kind of infection you might have developed down there."

"What time is it. Is it night?"

"It's morning, but we wanted to let you sleep as much as possible, so we covered the windows." JC then rises the binds, letting the morning sun enter inside of the room. "You have been sleeping for almost an entire week man."

"Really?" You say astonished.

"Yeah, many things have happened since then. Every radio tower that controlled the explosive collars was destroyed, and most of the slaves left the island to return to their families or their hometowns. Pretty much everybody is gone. Almost nobody wanted to stay here on their volition y'know?"

"Yeah... I get it."

"Anyway. I've been speaking with some people of the Original Sequence, and some ex-Kanaloans, and there are some topics that need to be talked about. There are still plenty of problems left. I can tell the others that you have woken up, I'm sure that they will appreciate your input, some people here think of you as their leader after all... but it's ok if you want to rest for a while, hell, it's even fine if you want to skip town, I've heard that the Ethereal leader told you that they didn't kidnap you. I guess you still have stuff to investigate if you ever want to unravel that mystery."

You nod softly and cover yourself with the coarse bed blanket. You have a lot to think about.

> Agree to participate in the dealings of the island. If some people think of you as its deserving ruler then you better act like it.
> Stay and rest. You really need to rest. Who knows when your next moment of respite might ever come. This wasteland is full of violence and chaos. Times to rest are few and far in between.
> Leave with JC. You really want to discover why someone would go as far as kidnapping people from California to later take them to Hawaii.
> Other options, write in.

>>4658290
>> Agree to participate in the dealings of the island
At least until it can stand on it's own. So let's think, if it wasn't the SoK and the Enclave shot down the plane we came from, that kind of leaves the High Evolutionary who are the obvious final boss. Or there could be someone else besides the bigger factions.

>>4658290

> Agree to participate in the dealings of the island. If some people think of you as its deserving ruler then you better act like it.
try to clean up our mess before bailing again. Also, shouldn't we level up or something?

>>4658290
> Leave with JC. You really want to discover why someone would go as far as kidnapping people from California to later take them to Hawaii.

>>4658299
>Also, shouldn't we level up or something?
That will come at the end of today's thread. But yeah, we got like x2 levels.

>>4658298
hm I always thought enclave would be final boss, as usual. HE sounds unironically based desu

>>4658311
>hm I always thought enclave would be final boss, as usual. HE sounds unironically based desu
They can be. We can always join the High Evo and go full raider mode.

>>4658290
> Agree to participate in the dealings of the island. If some people think of you as its deserving ruler then you better act like it.

"I want to help the island." You start to say. "I'll stay for a while at least."

JC places one of his robotic claws over your bandaged shoulder and his face screen changes to one of a cheerful smile. "I knew you would do that. You are a pretty upstanding person. That's why I decided to travel with you. Another hunch I guess."

"You have too many hunches, for a robot." You reply returning the smile.

"Well, I'm a fucken weirdo sometimes, remember the fucking disaster that I caused in the laboratory. Holy shit. Good times."

It felt as if had been yesterday, it's hard to believe that it had been over a month since then.

"Anyway-" JC continues. "I'll tell the others that you have woken up and that you are going to be present in the next meeting."

"The others?" You ask.

"Oh yes, well, a counsel of some kind has formed, nothing formal yet, just some people that wanted to help and pooled together to decide what would be the best course of action. Thanks to our collective effort we have managed to install sentries in the coastline and stop all of the fires that formed in the city and factories. I think we are doing a pretty good work."

"I'm sure you are."

JC gives you a thumbs up and a wink and then gives a military salute. "Alright boss, I'm gonna go now. You should rest until then."

>>4658597

You softly nod at him and rest your head on the pillow. The robot quietly cycles away and leaves you alone with your thoughts.

This whole ordeal would have made a great novel, a thrilling journalistic article, a spine chilling report... You look at your hands and see them calloused and covered in bandages placed over cuts and burns. When you think of yourself writing on a typewriter you remember a different set of hands, ones that were paler, more delicate, and absolutely clean of wounds and blemishes. Will your hands ever be able to write something good ever again, or are they now only useful at causing destruction?

These thoughts will do you no good. You better get rid of them. Slowly you rest and relax your body and let it properly sink in the old hospital mattress. Soon you are back deeply asleep.

When you wake up you find your clothes neatly fold placed in a nearby chair, someone has cleaned and sewn them back. Your other possessions and weapons are in a nearby cardboard box with the words "Lanai's Hero" stencilled on it. There are other boxes as well, they have been filled to the brim with small gifts and notes. You start to read the notes one by one and cannot avoid ending with your eyes wet and your lower lip quivering. These letters are from former slaves, they thank you for your sacrifice, your hard work, and speak of returning to families that they never thought that they would see again and a myriad other gut wrenching tales that you have ended. Feeling better with yourself you stand up, get dressed, equip all of your old gear and get ready to leave. Just as you are about to leave JC suddenly opens the door

"Oh, hey. Another hunch?"

"What? N-no? I was about to wake you up because the meeting is about to start." He says with a confused look on his face.

You laugh weakly at his awkwardness and leave the room, just outside of it you see a wheelchair, seemingly prepared to transport you.

"Really?" You ask.

"It wasn't my idea, I told'em that you could walk just fine." JC replies with a shrug.

"A chair like that couldn't hold my weight anyway." You say with a smile as you gently kick the shoddy thing.

You feel pretty cheerful, its the first time in months that you have felt this happy. You have made the wasteland a better place. Thanks to you, your child, wherever it might be, will live in a better world.

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>>4658601

After leaving the room you follow JC towards a series of corridors and staircases until you finally reach the streets. To your surprise you are in Moltenspur, the building you were placed at is the Lanai Community Hospital, an old pre-war hospital that was apparently restored to functionality after the war by the Kanaloans. Outside of the hospital there's a highly modified ambulance car and a driver waiting for you.

"Your ride awaits sire." JC says gleefully as he jumps on top. The robot is too big to fit anywhere inside, he doesn't seems to mind it in the least, surely riding on top of the car is a blast for him.

"Really?" You ask kind of dumbfounded as the driver exits the vehicle.

"Dude." JC starts to speak. "We found you in a pool of blood. You didn't notice it but you were leaving a trail of blood as you walked. You were pretty close of kicking the bucket. A dozens of people donated blood to save your life. Trust me, when these people believed that you might need the wheelchair or the ambulance they weren't being too cautious."

"Jesus..." You whisper as the driver looks at you with a nervous look.

"Y-you need a drive sir?" He says while stuttering heavily.

"I'm fine. Give me the keys." You say as you open your hand. The driver looks at JC who simply shrugs. After hesitating for a while he finally gives you the keys with a shaking hand. You notice several blisters and bruises around his thin neck, the poor guy was a slave until very recently, he must feel absolutely starstruck.

You get inside of the ambulance and the driver sits in the shotgun's seat. Due to your massive size he's absolutely cramped and can barely move, but he doesn't minds it in the least, he's giggling like a kid with a new lollipop. The ambulance has one thing that you missed greatly, a radio that plays music. Now that every one of the towers that messed with the slave collars are gone the music has returned to the island.

https://youtu.be/_AlCbHOgoOw?list=PLx1_zV97wi1ZmAifIz6ImvzA6TNwHbOK3

"Aaaand that was Waikiki Chickadee by George 'Tautu' Archer & his Pagans OH YEAH!! " Blasts Rainbow Jack's voice across the radio speakers. God you missed that crazy son of a bitch. "Speaking of pagans! This is a reminder that the Sons of Kanaloa are now gone, people say some crazy mainlander tourist killed them all! You know what that means right? To all of those poor wretched souls that were paying a mortage or a ship or whatever! Your debts are all but gone now! Haha! That includes me! I've been DJing in this radio station for two centuries and I somehow still owed them a gazillion caps of rent, can you believe that shit? Fuck you Sons of Kanaloa, nobody will miss you fucking bloodsuckers. Mainlander tourist, wherever you are, godspeed to you, and this next song is dedicated to you...."

https://youtu.be/2ANI6oj8p2M?list=PLx1_zV97wi1ZmAifIz6ImvzA6TNwHbOK3

>>4658604

The driver cannot stop smiling when he hears Rainbow Jack mention you on the radio. This is a dream come true for him. After a while and following the driver's meek and shy instructions you finally manage to drive to a big old and regal looking building.

"This used to be a government administrative building..." Says the ambulance driver while trembling from excitement. "B-before the bomb's you know? The Kanaloans used it as a neutral ground, they met there and did their deals and such... T-they are waiting for you inside sir."

"You don't have to call me sir. I'm just a citizen like you. No gods, no masters, only man. Remember that." You tell him as you open the door and leave the vehicle. JC jumps shortly after and gives the young driver a military salute before advancing to open the door for you.

Together you walk to a big meeting room where three other people are waiting. Everybody is seated around a table with a slide projector in the centre of it. The first of the seated people is a rugged and military looking man wearing a heavy and highly modified combat armor, a thousand battles on his intimidating look. The second person is a psyker woman with pale green skin and wearing a shroud made of leaves and... a hair made of leaves? No, her hair and her clothes are one, a mixture of vines, grass, flowers and leaves coming out of her head and covering her entirely from the neck down, she seems like a quite affable woman and smells sweetly. The last one is a Mr.Handy robot wearing a big turban made from yellow and orange cloths, all decorated with pieces of silver, seashells and all kinds of trinkets. The robot's chassis has been heavily decorated and painted, giving it a very curious and interesting look.

>>4658605

"This man here is Colonel Roy Meechan." JC starts to speak as he gives the man a military greeting, which her returns. "He was the leader of the Sharktooth Mercenaries. His people defeated a group of pirates that had recently bough a buncha weapons and vehicles from the Kanaloans, and of course kept the gear for themselves. The Kanaloans caught wind from it and ordered them to pay for the equipment, because apparently the Pirates hadn't finished paying them. Mr. Meechan told them to fuck off and the Kanaloans retaliated violently. He and his people have been enslaved and forced to work in the factories and mines since then. He has decided to stay because he thinks that the few Kanaloans that were out of the island when the revolution happened will someday return and he wants to be here to stop them in their tracks and avoid having them recoup their losses and get back on their feet. He has been training the slaves that stood on the island, has stopped the riots, installed guards and sentries that control the island's perimeter... his help has been invaluable."

"This dear lady is Fiore Nessa Ekaui. She and her tribe lived in a small island that formed after the nukes, the island was pretty insignificant, it only had a small forest and a couple of hills in it, but the place was a paradise to them, it gave them everything they needed. The Kanaloans found the place discovered that there were crude deposits deep underground, and thought that it was the ideal place to build a refuel station for ships. They invaded and raided the island and burned everything down. When they discovered that she was a psyker that could control plant life instead of killing her they captured her and used her to forcefully grow fruits and vegetables for the Kanaloan lords. She's eternally graceful for your actions, and believes that this island can return to its former glory, that's why she has stayed here. Thanks to her we have managed to grow a few crops in this barren land. There's plenty of food left in the warehouses, so its not like we were going to go hungry anytime soon, but the slaves were tired of eating the same gruel and tinned meat, the veggies and fruits that she grown made them happy as a clam. Her advice is great when it comes to growing food and such. She's also very interesting to talk to, just saying." The woman bows her head slightly in a sign of respect and smiles at you sweetly.

>>4658608

"And then here is H3-K4N Raygun. He's a merchantbot, one created specifically to study the markets and be an absolute beast when it comes to doing business. A vacuum cleaning company created him to sell door to door, but after the nukes he became independent and improved on his trade by doing business with every survivor that he crossed paths with. As the years passed he became a master of his craft, and the Kanaloans attempted to recruit him, which he obviously rejected because he isn't an slaver monster, so the Kanaloans captured him, connected him to a powerful computer and forced him to do computational calculations and business plans for them. I found and released him, and now he wants to help our cause just out of pure spite towards the Kanaloans."

"And also because I have make up for the time that I lost while hooked at that damn computer. Decades of lost business deals all gone to hell." The robot replies with a soft bow and a somewhat annoyed tone.

Everybody seats around the table and JC turns of the lights so everybody can look at the slides. The first picture is one of Lanai's island.

"Alright!" JC starts to speak. "The island is all but empty now, pretty much ninety percent of the population has returned to their homes. Our local population is of around two thousand people. The island still has most of its factories and power plants in a working condition, not counting all of the warehouses full of weapons, gear and valuable resources."

"So we are a very valuable target, and we are pretty weak to defend ourselves." Roy adds. "Our coastline watchers have already seen nearby pirate vessels, a couple of Brotherhood vertibirds have also entered our airspace. If someone decides to invade us we will have a really bad time."

"So, what do you suggest then?" You ask.

"Well, Ohana and the Brotherhood of Steel have sent diplomatic emissaries. The first ones simply want to expand their territory like they did with Fallen Horizon. They would bring a very much needed stability, security and manpower to the island, in exchange of paying taxes and having our citizens become eligible to conscription for their damned war against the High Evolutionary. The Brotherhood? I don't know much about them, they are mainlanders I think. They have said that they would bring Power-Armored soldiers and offer protection and give us freedom as long as we give them part of our food crops, and we let them control the entirety of Moltenspur and the Power-Plants. I don't know how to feel about it to be honest."

JC then changes the slide of the projector, and shows a picture of a strange device.

>>4658613

"This...is an idea that came to me." Suddenly chimes up Fiore. "Thanks to my powers the Kanaloans were able to create arcane devices known as Lifebombs. I don't understand the technology behind them but they mentioned the Garden of Eden Creation Kits. Apparently they found one of those miraculous machines and corrupted it."

"What the hell is a Garden of Eden Creation Kit?" Asks Roy.

"A portable paradise creator." Answers H3-K4N. "They were issued to most underground Vaults so the Vault Dwellers could terraform the wasteland after they emerged from their bunkers. Apparently there is a Vault that never finished construction somewhere under this island, and despite being unfinished Vault-Tec issued a GECK to them, which the Kanaloans later found and reverse engineered. Creating the aforementioned Lifebombs."

"Alright, and what does one of those lifebombs do exactly?" You ask.

"They are aptly named." The psyker replies. "They are full of seeds of all types. When the bombs explode they recombine all the matter into plant life. They can literally turn a desert into a forest in minutes."

"Why would the Kanaloans create something like that? It doesn't suits them." You say.

"I've seen what those bombs can do." Fiore says. "They can be used for marvellous good, but they can be also used for great evils. While the bombs were still in experimental stage the Kanaloans took me with them so they could test the weapon and tortured me so I could give them the seeds that they needed for their horrific experiments. The lifebombs can turn deserts into forests, but they do not discriminate, if they capture anything organic with their blast it will be transformed as well. I've seen entire towns gone in a blast of light, people replaced by trees with their faces. It is a grim and cruel fate. The Kanaloans use the bombs whenever they need to wood or food, and if they can use them to destroy their enemies then they will consider it a double victory."

"Alright, the bomb will kill you. Just like any other bomb. What's your point about all of this?" Roy Asks, kind of annoyed.

"I think we can use them, they would turn this dead and barren island into someplace where food can be grown. We could become independent. No need to give our hard earned liberty to the Ohanans or the Brotherhood. The bombs can even be modified so their potency and transformative power is more or less aggressive." The psyker says.

"And where will we hide exactly?" Roy mutters. "I don't want to become a fucking cherry tree."

>>4658616

"I know of a cavern under the island, there's an entire town down there. We can fill the island with lifebombs and we will be safe down there." You then say.

Everybody looks at each other and finally H3-K4N speaks. "Well, I had considered something similar. The island has a massive stockpiles of mini-nukes, all created post-war by the Kanaloans for their own troops and to be sold. I think that we could use those nukes and every barrel of nuclear waste and whatever other toxic material that the Kanaloans might have to cause the volcano to erupt and fill the island with lava."

There's an awkward silence and then everybody looks at him.

"Are you crazy?" Finally chimes Roy.

"Not at all." Replies the robot. "Think about it. The Volcano is a typical Hawaiian volcano, its not the kind of volcano that explodes and kills everyone around it, its more of a slow volcano that simply fills everything with slow moving lava and then cools down."

>>4658619

"And how would that help us exactly?" Asks JC.

"Well, volcanic soil is incredibly fertile, like ridiculously fertile. The walls that separate Moltenspur to Murkwater should protect the city from the lava. We can let the Ashcourt and Moltenspur to fill with lava and wait until to cools down, and that would give us hundreds and hundreds of miles of incredibly fertile soil ready to be turned into crops. That, unlike your lifebomb plan my dear, would leave the city unscathed, and would destroy the factories and warehouses as well, turning the entire island into something way less attractive for the invaders."

"So, what should we do?" Asks JC.

You look at them all and proceed to speak, your voice might be the one that tilts the scales.

> Meet with the Ohanan diplomat, see if joining their country will be good for the island in the long run.
> Meet with the Brotherhood of Steel diplomat. See if joining them will be good for the island in the long run.
> Have the volcano erupt and fill the Ashcourt and Moltenspur with lava. Wait until it cool downs and start building crops and farms in the place where once the factories stood.
> Have the lifebombs explode within the island. Have them explode with low intensity. (This will mostly create grasslands, there won't be any new trees, but on the other hand the damage caused to the city and the factories will be minimal)
> Have the volcano erupt and the lifebombs explode with low intensity. The mixture of the volcanic ash and soil combined with the lifebombs will create an incredibly lush grassland full of flowers and berry shrubs of all kinds. There won't be many trees formed, so the damage caused to the city and the factories will be pretty low.
> Have the lifebombs explode within the island. Have them explode with standard intensity. (This will mostly create forests, most of the trees will be fruit bearing, so they will give wood and food. They will let the locals have a steady source of wood and food so they can build and trade with. Sadly the newly created forests might damage Murkwater and the factories.)
> Have the volcano erupt and the lifebombs explode with standard intensity. The mixture of the volcanic ash and soil combined with the lifebombs will create incredibly lush and thick forests full of fruit bearing trees. There will be plenty of food and wood to trade with, giving the locals a steady and profitable source of income, but the newly created forests will be pretty damaging with the already existing town and factories.
> Have the lifebombs explode within the island. Have them explode with high intensity. (This will mostly create jungles, the jungles will destroy pretty much all of the already existing buildings, but they will be so thick that they will act as a deterrent to any possible invaders, plus there will be plenty of wood and food to forage)
> Have the volcano erupt and the lifebombs explode with high intensity... this is a bad idea.
> Other options, write in.

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Holy fuck that was a long ass update. It's almost 1 am for me and tomorrow I wake up at six to go to work, Fucking hell tomorrow I'll be sleepy all day. Whatever, I enjoyed writing for you guys!

.... WE LEVEL UP! WHAT THE HELL WE LEVEL UP TWICE FUCK YES!

> + 32 Skill points
> + 2 Perk

> Character Sheet:
https://docs.google.com/document/d/17h2Zm77a7A6MuvcRf4QdBZ-agS7B90SsgInJJ-O9COA/edit

> Standard perks:
https://docs.google.com/document/d/17lByiQu0HWGGJrxEx-L1yL5pFQTAbE_abbrSClSn-Ps/edit

> Racial perk:
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1bDWe2DsgK5dr-WPCZx9wpKEAu7JyG-8biuiWqaOBrRM/edit

That will be all for today! I'm heading to sleep now! Thanks for playing! You guys were awesome!

> As usual you can write questions about the quest, the lore, or whatever you want and I'll try to reply you as soon as I can. See you tomorrow!

>>4658621
>> Have the volcano erupt and the lifebombs explode with low intensity. The mixture of the volcanic ash and soil combined with the lifebombs will create an incredibly lush grassland full of flowers and berry shrubs of all kinds. There won't be many trees formed, so the damage caused to the city and the factories will be pretty low.
Damn this is a lot to take.
>>4658635
>+16 Sneak
>+16 Unarmed
>Brutish Hulk Lv3
>Adamantium Skeleton
Other good options are Soothing Voice, Heavy Handed and Fast Metabolism

>>4658985
>Damn this is a lot to take
I promise that the next update wont be as as massive. I just had a streak of creativity lmao.

>>4658985
> Brutish Hulk Lv3
Also. A reminder that if we take this we will mutate so much that people will stop considering us human. And that might strain or ourright fuck up our relationships with merchants and certain faction members.

But we will be nearly unstopable tho.

>>4659223
It's fiiiine guys, we will get super invasive surgery from an autodoc to fix our disfigured body.

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>>4659242
But anon. You cannot use Auto-Docs if you cannot fit inside!

Right now we can just barely use Vehicles, Power Armor and Auto-Docs because they are almost too small for us. If we become bigger...

>>4659291
Oh. Well, then we'll get some really good surgeons. Finding them will be an adventure on itself.

>>4658621
> Meet with the Ohanan diplomat, see if joining their country will be good for the island in the long run.
> Meet with the Brotherhood of Steel diplomat. See if joining them will be good for the island in the long run.
> Have the lifebombs explode within the island. Have them explode with low intensity. (This will mostly create grasslands, there won't be any new trees, but on the other hand the damage caused to the city and the factories will be minimal)

don't know if we're supposed to only pick one but I think it's sensible to hear out both fractions and create some workable soil.

>>4658621
> Have the lifebombs explode within the island. Have them explode with low intensity. (This will mostly create grasslands, there won't be any new trees, but on the other hand the damage caused to the city and the factories will be minimal).

> Throw the smallest lifebomb we can make into the volcano to see what happens.

This costs us nothing and we can learn some interesting things. What if lava can be turned into something beneficial?

Sorry for the delay guys, I came home exhausted from work and needed to take a nap.

Nobody but >>4658985 has voted for perks, so we are going to take Brutish Hulk Lv3 and mutate even further, become more Mutant than Human. That will have several everlasting repercussions...Don't say that I didn't warn y'all.

The winning option is having the Lifebombs explode with low yield. So the entirety of the island will become a grassland. Writing now.

>>4659592
> Throw the smallest lifebomb we can make into the volcano to see what happens.
Well... It would turn the lava and melted rock of the volcanic crater into a field of flowers, moss, mushrooms and grass. But there would still be some active magma underneath all of that greenery, so everything would ultimately catch on fire and return to lava.

>>4659896
You can leave the perk vote open for longer, it's not like we'll need them for a while.

>>4659920
>You can leave the perk vote open for longer, it's not like we'll need them for a while.
Yeah, you are right, the voting will be open for some more time. Let's see if some other people decide what to vote later on.

>>4659931
I didn't vote on perks because idk how this system works lol. Others might've too.

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>>4659956
We are basically using a very lite version of an already existing Fallout Tabletop system. I've removed most dice rolls and other calculations because they only bloated the quest and made simple choices slow as fuck.

I might ask for a 1d100 dice roll every now and then, and I'll do several calculations and other stuff on a sheet of paper to avoid bloating the thread. Even if you don't see it having perks and skillpoints it's still useful, the quest isn't freeform at all.

The system is really easy, vote and roll dice every now and then, and let the QM do the rest. I want you guys to chill and relax, no need to get all entangled with unnecessarily complicated math.

When it comes to perks you have two different lists, regular perks that can be taken by anyone and racial perks, which can be only taken by people of a particular race.

BY THE WAY GUYS, IF WE TAKE BRUTISH HULK LEVEL 3 WE TECHNICALLY BECOME SUPER-MUTANTS, MEANING THAT WE GET LOCKED FROM THE HUMAN RACIAL PERK TREE AND UNLOCK THE SUPER-MUTANT RACIAL PERK TREE.

Just pick any perk that looks cool and you think that might be useful. You can look what perks we have already in the character sheet.

>>4660007
AAAAAAAH fuck you, I change to
>>4658985
>Biomechanical Adaptation lv1-2

>>4660007
>+2 Energy Weapons
>+13 Explosives
>+17 Guns
>Fast Metabolism lv1
>Biomechanical Adaptation lv1

I choose
>adamanium skeleton
>grim reapers sprint
>+16 Sneak
>+16 Unarmed

we already have soothing voice, used it once.

>>4660038
Soothing voice has three levels, just so you know.

>>4660039
huh, good to know. Grim reapers sprint sounds attractive because we seem to keep finding ourselves surrounded by scores of weak enemies, and with this perk we can actually slaughter them all.

>>4660007
>>4660030
changing
>Biomechanical Adaptation
to
>Grim Reaper's Sprint

>>4658621
> Have the lifebombs explode within the island. Have them explode with low intensity. (This will mostly create grasslands, there won't be any new trees, but on the other hand the damage caused to the city and the factories will be minimal)

"As much as I hate..." You start to speak. "Hell, as much as we all hate the factories and everything that Moltenspur represents it would be a damn shame if all the technology and resources in there got destroyed. It's true that if we git rid of them some invaders might lose interest in taking over our island, but let's be honest... raiders and pirates won't care give a damn, as long as there are homes to burn, shops to loot and people to kill they will have an interest in our new home."

"Yep, as I said several pirate barges have already been seen in proximity to our waters. " Roy chimes up as he cracks his knuckles. "It won't be long until they decide to make their move."

"Then I think that low yield lifebombs will be our best chance. They will turn the soil fertile again, and hopefully not cause too much structural damage."

You look at the others and they nod softly, albeit some still look doubtful and even worried about what the bombs could do.

"Alright, seems like we have reached to an agreement then." JC then says. "Everybody who agrees vote Yay, anyone that disagrees vote Nay. How many for Yay?"

Everybody raises their arms in approval, including you.

>>4660194

"It is settled then." JC continues. "The low yield lifebombs will be placed across the island. We will avoid placing the devices inside of buildings, we don't need to terraform and destroy those areas after all. Even if the interior of the buildings aren't going to be affected I think that we should move every citizen to the underground caves, just in case any the bombs are more powerful than we imagined or the buildings suffer more structural damage than we expected. We don't know how much time we should wait until returning to the surface, perhaps there might be some lingering radiation or some other weird after effect caused by the bombs, so we will stay sheltered underground for a couple of weeks at least. Roy, gather your soldiers and tell them about the plan, rally every one of them, I know that some might be against the idea of leaving the island defenceless but no one is to stay on the surface, no one. Have them bring down as much ammunition, armor pieces and weapons as they can so they are spared from the blast."

The mercenary nods and instantly stands up, gives everyone a military salute and a quick bow and leaves without a word. The room feels way emptier without his imposing presence around.

"Fiore, same for you and your farmers and foragers, I know that they have been working very hard on growing crops in this dead soil and that they might feel reticent about going underground, try to convince them to do it, their patience will be rewarded a thousandfold. We will need food during our stay, we don't know for how long will we stay down there, it could be a couple of weeks, it could be months. Have them gather as much fresh and canned food as they can and bring it all down to the underground town."

"Of course." She says, with a gentle nod and slowly standing up before leaving the room, as she walks she leaves a trail of nice smelling perfume and a soft petals and leaves.

"H3-K4N, you and the artisans and merchants that you have been training will be tasked with gathering the most valuable resources in the island and moving them down to the caverns where they will be safe. As I said we don't expect the blasts to affect and terraform the interior of the factories, but who knows, we might be wrong. It would be a shame if Millions of caps in items turned all into useless scrap because we weren't careful enough."

"Very well. Even if calamity comes I'll assure that we will have enough wares to sell and stay afloat to avoid poverty. We will be able to live from selling what I will gather for centuries even. You have my word on it."

The Mr.Handy nods with its eye stalks and gently hovers away, his many hanging trinkets, pendants and decorations chiming with every one of his robotic movements. It's kind of baffling to see JC with such a leadership attitude, a surprise, to be sure, but a welcome, one, you like this new facet.

>>4660195

The room gets all empty and quiet, JC walks towards a small drawer and from it takes a couple of beers and hands them to you, they have gotten kind of warm already, but you gladly take them.

"They told me that you shouldn't drink, but fuck it, you deserve it. Sorry if they have gotten warm, I couldn't find anywhere else to hide them."

"So, I'm gone for a weeks and you become the ruler of the island?" You say jokingly. "Perhaps I should go back to sleep for a couple more weeks. I wonder what will you do during that time."

"Hah! Fat chance. I'm no leader, neither are you, neither are them, we are a counsel. The Kanaloans also decided their actions using their leaders, including Victor." His face screen changes to that of an angry face, before his betrayal JC seemed to really like him, his sudden change might have royally pissed him off. "The Kanaloans were monsters for sure, but they were smart and knew how to rule. A counsel is a system that worked for them, and works for us."

"Just take the compliment." You say by putting your arm over his square shoulders. "I'm proud of what you have done. I'm proud of being your friends. I'm happy of having found you. Without you who this island might have continued being ruled by tyrants."

"I don't know..." JC whispers, his face screen changing to that of a sad person. "I missed all of the fight and simply waited on the sewers. I shouldn't be considered part of the revolution." He says, as if ashamed.

"Are you kidding? Did you forget that you saved our lives in more than one occasion? You should be in history books my friends." You reply, smiling at him, drinking the beer with gusto.

>>4660196

"Well..." JC mutters while twiddling with his robotic claws. "When everything went to hell all of the robots left the sewers and helped in the fight, we stopped several soldiers and even destroyed a tank that came from Moltenspur. It was awesome!" His expression changes, he seems to be more cheerful now, as if realising that he indeed helped and was a hero as well. "Those Kanaloan suckers were cruisin' for a bruisin ya know? It was all like pew pew, bang bang, aaaaagh i'm dying aaaah! It was pretty bitchin’, I woulda loved if you were there haha!"

"I'm sure it was. Don't worry about the past JC, you and I will still have plenty of chances of breaking faces and showing bad guys who's boss am I right?" You say, trying to cheer him up even more.

"Oh hell yeah! You and I are unstoppable. It will be like the Chosen One with Skynet or Courier Six with ED-E!"

You look at him amazed and then remember that he is also a foreigner, a Californian through and through like you are. Surely almost nobody in Hawaii knows of the epic feats the the Vault Dweller, the Chosen One or Courier Six accomplished, but to you two they are stories that you have heard a thousand times, hell, the Vault Dweller is even studied in NCR high schools for speaking out loud.

>>4660196

Together you two speak of them, of their journeys, what they achieved, their mind boggling acts and quests, and how they shaped the wasteland into what it is today. Your conversation shifts to the NCR territories, their culture and cuisine, the different towns that make it, its mutated fauna and flora and everything in between. You cannot avoid feeling nostalgic, and clearly your robotic friend feels the same.

"Do you think that we will ever return?" JC then asks.

"I... I don't know. I would love to return, but on the other hand, I don't want to leave until this wasteland is fixed. I know that there will always be problems, but we aren't talking about ghoul infestations or other wasteland drawbacks, I'm talking about a war that is right now happening between Ohana and the High Evolutionary. I cannot leave until the war continues raging on."

"Yeah... I know what you mean. The Second Battle of Hoover Dam happened in 2282, that's...45 years ago."

You nod, empty the first beer bottle and quickly open the second one before continuing speaking. "There are still dozens of veterans that battled there. People forever wounded or traumatised. Back in frisco, when I worked as a journalist I once interviewed several of them and asked about their own personal experiences. It... it was harrowing. These veterans taught me that war never changes, it will continue happening no matter what we do, but they all agreed that the war extended for too long, that the shorter they are the better."

"Huh, I disagree. The Great War lasted like...seven minutes or so? And look at the world, its still suffering the consequences."

"Yeah, well, that's different." You reply, agreeing to his point, feeling kind of tipsy already. "But these smaller wars, they can drag for years and years, and cause almost as much damage as the nukes did. The point is, there's a war going on, and I won't return to California without doing my damn best to stop it, I would consider myself a coward and be absolutely ashamed of myself if I returned home. I... I just cant."

>>4660199

"You are a damn hero man, I'm sure that the Vault Dweller, Chosen One and Courier would be proud of you."

"I'm no hero, I'm a coward, I... I do this for Daphne, for the mother of my child and our kid. I don't want it to grow in a warring wasteland..." As you finish speaking you finish the last beer and burp loudly.

"That's the most pure of motives man. You are a goddamn fucking hero."

You shrug and hiccup a couple of times before standing up from your chair and weakly walking a couple of steps.

"Only time will tell. I think I should go back to my bed, I need to rest."

"Wait!" The robot speaks. "I have talked with Roy and H3-K4N, they agree that you deserve a reward for your actions. And have told me that certain stuff that they have found in the warehouses might be of your interest."

"Oh? What is it?"

>>4660203

"Well, they found a crate full of Pip-Boys, they were surely gonna be used in the Vault that was never finished. Anyway, sadly the crate was mostly empty, after some investigation they found out that the Kanaloans gave some of the devices to their best soldiers and leaders, and the others were opened and their computers used to automatise and control several of the most complex factory machines. Only a few remain, and they are willing to give one to you."

You look at your bandaged and wounded left arm and imagine one of those portable computers placed in there. Most of the wasteland heroes are famous for carrying a Pip-Boy, the Vault Dweller, the Chosen One, the Courier, they all had one of those nifty machines helping them on their missions. It would be great to have one of them.

"They also found a prototype Power-Armor. Apparently the armor has an experimental Fusion Power plant that doesn't requires recharging, only requires being cooled down with water. Pretty cool huh? The Kanaloans couldn't replicate the technology and were too scared of destroying it if they tried to take it out of the armor, so they simply plugged several cables to the armor and used it to power a couple of buildings, they turned it into a generator of some kind. I think you could give it a much better use."

>>4660217

You nod and think of your time in the sunken Chinese Submarine and how you were given a Submariner Power Armor. The thing was slow and cumbersome, but it saved your life in more than one occasion.

"Last but not least there are bionics. I think they are great, I mean, I'm kind of biased, I've been modified to hell and back but I mean, look at me, I'm cool as fuck. There's an Auto-Doc that could install as many bionics as your body can take on you, but the machine draws a lot of power and resources, honestly we don't believe that it will be fully functional after the Lifebombs. Even if the machine ends unscathed it will surely damage the power lines and other stuff that it works with, so it will be a one time chance."

You look at your wounded and bandaged arms and imagine them as metallic and robotic instead. It is true that being part machine would be incredibly useful. Courier Six was famous for being heavily augmented, he was around twenty to thirty years old when he changed the fate of the Mojave, and it has been almost five decades since then, yet people say that he still looks young and healthy, and thanks to all the advanced tech inside of him, hell some people even speculate that he might easily live to be over two centuries old.

"If none of those options interest you then you can always ask for some weapon, armor, or perhaps even a vehicle. The people are happy with you and they still have the post-battle joy in them, they will be generous."

> Take the Pip-Boy. We will do a Dice-Roll, depending on your rolls you will get one model or another.
> Take the Power Armor. We will do a Dice-Roll, depending on your rolls you will get one model or another.
> Take the Bionics. If this is the winning option another voting will be required to choose what kind of bionics you guys want to get.
> Chose a weapon (Write in)
> Chose an armor (Write in)
> Chose a land vehicle.
> Chose a sea vehicle.
> Chose an air vehicle.
> Chose an underwater vehicle.
> Other options, write in.

>>4660220
> Chose an air vehicle.
water plane. I also want the power armor and a Gatling laser, letting us chose is cheap as fuck, council! can't we barter for two items at least?

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Something like the sea duck

>>4660230
You know what, you are right, enough being cheap as fuck. You can choose 3 options instead of one. You guys deserve it!

>>4660220
> Take the Pip-Boy. We will do a Dice-Roll, depending on your rolls you will get one model or another.
> Take the Power Armor. We will do a Dice-Roll, depending on your rolls you will get one model or another.
>Take the Bionics. If this is the winning option another voting will be required to choose what kind of bionics you guys want to get.
High Quality Bionic Skull, Torso and Synthetic Skin for sure. Maybe some scope eyes so we can wear sunglasses indoors and say "My vision is augmented"
>>4660254
Nice!

>>4660220
> Take the Pip-Boy. We will do a Dice-Roll, depending on your rolls you will get one model or another.
> Take the Power Armor. We will do a Dice-Roll, depending on your rolls you will get one model or another.
> Take the Bionics. If this is the winning option another voting will be required to choose what kind of bionics you guys want to get.
Bionic fucking hands. No more burns when we blow suicide bombers to pieces.

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Alright, seems like having a Pip-Boy and Power Armor wins.

Please roll 2d100. The first dice for the Pip-Boy and the second for the PA. The higher the dice roll the better. Each player can only roll once, but there's no limit of participants.

I'll head to sleep now. Tomorrow I won't work so there will be more updates and I'll be active pretty much all day. The next update will start as soon as I wake up!

Thanks for playing! You guys were awesome! I'm really enjoying this thread, I hope that future ones are as cool and intense as this one.

> Would you guys prefer shorter updates? I've read in the /qtg/ that long ass updates can make some people not want to read it all.

> As usual you can write questions about the quest, the lore, or whatever you want and I'll try to reply you as soon as I can. Bye!

>>4660440
I personally prefer updates like the ones when we sturmed the church. Don't mind occasional long post if there's a reason for it, but if they all were as long as the most recent ones, it'd probably start to drag.
But that's just my opinion.
Thanks for running!

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Rolled 100, 55 = 155 (2d100)

>>4660440

>>4660458
Holy fuck. Alright, no more need to roll for the Pip-Boy, this guy fucking killed it.

>>4660464
Hah. It better be custom painted in unicorns.

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> This is what they will give us:

Pip-Pad 3500: An experimental Pip-Boy that was never developed en masse. It was designed to be used by the military and Power-Armor wielding troops. It returns to the Pip-Boy 2000 design's roots and instead of being a forearm worn computer it’s a Tablet like pad. It’s lighter and more resistant than older models and has new features, besides it can synchronise with Power Armor frames to act as an aiding computer.

Utilities:
• Map.
• Terminal and Robot hacking device.
• Lock opening laser.
• Automatic Med-X dispenser.
• Defibrillator.
• Geiger counter.
• Flashlight.
• Radio.
• Journal.
• Status Display.
• Sound Recorder & Player.
• Inventory.
• VATS Version 3.0: +7 to all dice rolls // +14 if wearing Power-Armor.

Rolled 52 (1d100)

>>4660440
I'm fine with long updates.
>>4660458
DAMN

Hey, if anyone is still awake, would you roll a 1d100 for our Power Armor? (dice+1d100 in the options field)
Also reminder that the perk vote is open, with biomechanical adaptation 1-2 we can have up to 8 implants.

Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>4660910

Rolled 77 (1d100)

Good morning everyone. I'll roll as well. inb4 nat100

>>4661264
Morning.
If you guys roll 1 now, does it have priority over other rolls?

>>4661270
Nope, highest roll wins.

Rolled 21 (1d100)

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> Perk votes:

> Brutish Hulk Lv3
0 votes

> Adamantium Skeleton
>>4660038

1 vote

> Biomechanical Adaptation Lv1
>>4660019
>>4660123

2 votes

> Biomechanical Adaptation Lv2
>>4660019

1 vote

> Fast Metabolism
>>4660030

1 vote

> Grim Reaper's Sprint
>>4660038
>>4660123

2 votes

WINNERS Grim Reaper's Sprint & Biomechanical Adaptation Lv1

> Biomechanical Adaptation:
Your body can now accept more bionic implants. The first level allows you to install one more augmentation. Thanks to the perk we can get an extra implant, for a total of total of 6 Implants.

> Grim Reaper's Sprint:
Killing one opponent just isn't good enough for you when you can kill them all and let God sort 'em out. When you kill an opponent in a single attack, you can make another attack. If you kill again, you can repeat the process until you run out enemies to kill.

>Skill votes

>>4658985
>>4660038
+16 Sneak
+16 Unarmed

Winning option

>>4660030
+2 Energy Weapons
+13 Explosives
+17 Guns

>>4661302
I changed Biomech to Grim Reaper's Sprint tho. You counted both, but I guess it's fine.

>>4661307
Oh fug. Yeah, let's roll with it. I have already updated the character sheet lmao.

>>4661308
Yh no big deal, only thing that'd change would be a tie between Adamantium/Biomech/Metabolism.

Can I ask if Guns/Explosives stats give us anything outside of combat?

>>4661314
>Can I ask if Guns/Explosives stats give us anything outside of combat?
Sure, they also give us knowledge about guns and explosives. For example it would allow us to disarm mines and bombs with more ease. Build weapon mods, craft ballistic ammo and so on.

Bionics that we can get: Chose up to 6 !

SPECIAL IMPLANTS
>Hypertrophy accelerator:
+1 Strength

>Optics enhancer:
+1 Perception

>Nociception regulator:
+1 Endurance

>Empathy synthesizer:
+1 Charisma

>Logic co-processor:
+1 Intelligence

>Reflex booster:
+1 Agility

>Probability calculator:
+1 Luck

>>4661336

BODY IMPLANTS

>PHOENIX Monocyte Breeder:
Your cells' regenerative abilities have been greatly enhanced, causing you to more rapidly regenerate lost Health Points. You gain 15 HP each turn, and if you're crippled in combat, one of your crippled limbs will be healed once the fight is over.

>Dermal impact armor:
Small ballistic plaques put under the skin. They aren't noticeable.
+2 Damage resistance to Ballistic, Melee, and Unarmed.

>Dermal impact assault armor:
Thick ballistic plaques put under the skin. They are noticeable and make you look weird.
+5 Damage resistance to Ballistic, Melee, and Unarmed.
-1 CHA

>Dermal thermal armor.
Small thermal plaques put under the skin. They aren't noticeable.
+2 Damage resistance to Energy and Explosive.

>Dermal thermal assault armor.
Thick thermal plaques put under the skin. They are noticeable and make you look weird.
+5 Damage resistance to Energy and Explosive.
-1 CHA

>High-Quality Bionic Torso:
An incredibly useful implant that requires an excruciatingly painful procedure to be installed. Bionic Torsos offer an additional layer of armor and make chests unable to be crippled. Since this is a high quality bionic implant it will be impossible to distinguish from a real torso unless doing an X-RAY. The implant is set of titanium ribs and spine that will give +60 resistance against all kinds of damage but also make your chest look imposing and stronger and make you more flexible and agile giving you +1 CHA and +1 AGL bonus.

>High-Quality Synthetic Skin:
Synthetic skin was designed by the US military to be used by specialised soldiers trained to fight in the most toxic, radioactive and hostile environments. It is a chemical component that turns regular skin into a defensive layer that offers protection against energy-based attacks and radiation. This skin was designed to be both protective and stylish; it will make you look radiant and healthy, even if you are a ghoul. It gives 60 points of resistance against energy weapons and radiation and also grants +2 CHA points.

>Mechanically reinforced Heart:
Your heart gets substituted with strange metals and complex technologies. Your need to sleep, eat and drink gets reduced by 25% and you will be 50% less affected by illnesses, and diseases.

>Gene-ehhanced Heart:
Your own heart has been enhanced with specially tailored DNA and a few mutant genes added to the mix. technically you won't be fully human anymore but nobody will ever notice. Your need to sleep, eat and drink gets reduced by 50% but you can still be affected by diseases.

There are more implants. Dont vote yet. Its just that my laptop froze. Please be patient while it restarts

>>4661338

BODY IMPLANTS 2/2

>Mechanically reinforced Spine:
Your spine gets reinforced with pisto, powerful metals and advanced technologies, giving you +1 STR, +3 Damage resistance to all damage types and making your torso impossible to be crippled.

>Gene-enhanced Spine:
Your spine has been enhanced with specially tailored DNA and a few mutant genes added to the mix. Technically you won't be fully human anymore but nobody will ever notice. +2 STR and +5 Damage resistance to all damage types but your torso can continue being crippled.

>Implant Y-3:
A wastelander's best friend! With this fancy implant, you no longer have to worry about eating irradiated food and drinking irradiated booze! All consumable items are stripped of any radioactive materials when you consume them. It does have the unintended side-effect of making your farts smell even worse, however.

>Implant Y-7:
With this implant, you immediately recover 10% of your HP each time you eat a meal. Furthermore, during combat you get two actions per turn.

>>4661350
HEAD IMPLANTS

>Flare compensating eyes:
With these cyber-eyes, you will never be blinded by flashlights or flashbang grenades. It will make your scleras be slightly reddish and your irises completely white.

>Low light eyes:
With these cyber-eyes, you will be able to see in darkness. It will make your scleras be pitch black and your irises a bright neon green.

>Glowing eyes:
These cyber-eyes can be activated at will to emit a high powered and low heat light, acting as a flashlight while not affecting your vision. Your eyes will have white irises but otherwise, look normal while they are deactivated and then be glowing orbs when the light has been turned on.

>Scope Eyes:
These cyber-eyes allow you to activate a zoom at any time to better focus on important details or better aim at enemies. Your eyes will be exchanged with camera like lenses, giving you a slightly inhuman look.

>High-Quality bionic Eyes:
These stunning cyber eyes won't give you new modes of vision or protect you against blinding lights, but they are incredibly beautiful pieces of art. They appear like real human eyes but the irises beautifully glow and slowly shift in color. They give better vision than real eyes, giving people +1 PER and CHA.

>High-Quality Bionic Skull:
As the name implies this implant requires substituting or shielding the cranium, usually with metal. Not many people dare to do something as invasive and dangerous as this and unless you find a completely working Auto-Doc this operation will have an incredibly high mortality chance. A bionic steel skull will be impossible to cripple. Since this bionic skull is high-quality it will be completely unnoticeable and will even fix and correct your appearance and features, making you look more beautiful, giving you +1 CHA.

>Cyber-nostrils:
This implant enhances smells. The massively enhanced olfactory senses will allow you to be able to detect better than most dogs. You can smell people’s emotions in their sweat, traces of ammunition propellant, explosives, or biological and chemical warfare compounds—the list goes on and on. Doesn't changes your outward appearance.

>>4661351
LIMB IMPLANTS

>High-Quality Bionic Limbs (up to 4):
Bionics limbs are the most common implant found in Hawaii, they are substitutes of arms and legs and help to keep people functional and useful, something which is vital to surviving in the Wasteland. Regardless of the model and the quality of people with bionic limbs count as wearing brass knuckles when throwing punches or kicks. These pieces are made from the highest quality materials and technology that the Pre-War times could offer. They were exclusively designed for military purposes. They offer +1 AGL and +1 STR each.

>Hidden weapon cyber arm (Can be taken twice):
A regular cyber arm that is capable of holding a small weapon inside. Any small ranged weapon can be installed including sawed off shotguns, plasma flamers and even alien pistols.

>Hidden blade cyber arm (Can be taken twice):
A regular cyber arm with a special compartment and a spring loaded mechanism that allows you to hide a bladed weapon inside. You can choose what weapon will be installed inside. Rippers can be installed as well. Chainsaw arms baybee!

>Diamond-tipped phalanx replacements:
Small claws that substitute the tips of your fingers, allowing you to claw your enemies and tear them to shreds. Your unarmed attacks ignore light and medium armor.

>Shock absorbing legs:
Hydraulic and spring powered legs that will let you fall from pretty much any height unscathed. Uses the same technology as Power-Armor frames.

That's all!

Remember you can take up to 6 implants!

Each limb counts as a separate implant, meaning that if we take two arms it counts as two implants.

If we take cyber eyes the two eyes will count as a single implant.

Same with the Diamond-Tipped Phalanx. They will substitute each one of your fingers and count as only one implant.

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>>4661353
Holy fucking shit, that's a lot to vote for.

>>4661357
Bionic implants ramp my autism to eleven and into overdrive mode. I fucking love 'em.

>>4661355
>PHOENIX Monocyte Breeder
>Mechanically reinforced Heart
>High-Quality Synthetic Skin
for combat and survival
>High-Quality Bionic Eyes
>High-Quality Bionic Limbs (both hands)
for soul

>When you think of yourself writing on a typewriter you remember a different set of hands, ones that were paler, more delicate, and absolutely clean of wounds and blemishes. Will your hands ever be able to write something good ever again, or are they now only useful at causing destruction?

>>4661359
Yeah I totally get that I'm the same, but when several people have to agree on 6 out of ~30 options for one character without any limitations, it can be a clusterfuck.