>>5095654

It's been nearly a full day since you passed the preliminary rounds of the arm wrestling competition.
You have been informed that the first round of official matches will take place today, and that all bets must be locked in an hour before the match.

You took that time to suture closed the "wounds" on your false skin, as per Captain Rockefeller's instructions.
According to him, humans actually perform such barbaric medical procedure on themselves and somehow find it sufficient to heal properly.

It is now early morning, and you have reported to the organizer's office along with the other contestants here.
It seems that there will eight of you competing in total, including yourself.

One of the organizers, Baal, speaks to you all.

"Alright, good morning, folks! Glad to see you're all in good condition!"

"Not so loud, sis. I got a pounding headache." Ourg grumbles.

"Ah, sorry..." Baal responds, much more quietly.

Reaching into the drawer of her desk, she pulls out a small stack of papers and smacks them with her free hand.

"So, it looks like we'll be starting in about three hours. You need to be in the arena by then, or you're automatically disqualified. Until then though, you're free to roam." She informs you.

Baal looks over her papers one by one for a bit before continuing to speak.

"Now uh, before i let you go, i'm afraid we'll need to take a few general measurements. Nothing invasive, i promise. More of a general fitness test, really."

"What the hell for? We made it paste the prelims didn't we?!" One of the contestants complains.

"Yeah, what's the point of that?" Another asks.

Baal chuckles awkwardly and seems a bit uncomfortable. She looks over to her sister, who opens her eyes just long enough to answer for her.

"It's for the investors. They like to make "educated" guesses when it comes to their bets."

"Ourg! You can't just say that!"

"It doesn't matter anyways. It's not like they wouldn't find some other way to cheat."

"I know, but... you can't just say it like that!"

"Whatever. I'm going back to sleep."

Ourg stands up with a yawn, slings her club over her shoulder and walks out of the room, completely ignoring her sister's protests.

"Ehehe... well, there you have it. Ah, uhm... of course, you all are allowed to bet on yourselves if you'd like. However, better on other contestants isn't allowed, i'm afraid."

"What are the stakes?"

"Depends on who you bet with. Everyone has their own rules, so read them carefully when you head down there. The betting office is on the third floor, so you'll need to take the elevator up."

You already know who you're supposed to bet with. Someone named "Denywynn" who the captain has apparently made a deal with.
Your own payout depends both on how much the losers paid in, and how much you paid in. It's based on the percentage total that you contributed.

Denywynn would normally take a 20% cut of your bet regardless of who wins or loses, but apparently that's been waived somehow.

>>5108813
Heh, love the Oni girls.
QM, I can't access the archive link, is it broken?

>>5108813
I NEED ONI ABS DAMMIT

>>5108832
Nevermind, it's working fine now.

>>5108813
so we lowering our official strength?

>>5108813
How do we get Clank to hit on the blue Oni? Damn it's a shame we didn't go for this with David

>>5108979
Simple my man, we pretzel redoni first

>>5108813

As it stands, the captain has 67,000 credits to his name, and you have 9,000. Cylia has 31,000, Kyla has 24,000 and Sanig has 26,000. Gildur has 1000. There is also the ship's pool, which amounts to 24,000. Totaled, you have approximately 180,000 credits.
However, it is uncertain whether the others would want to bet at all. Not only that, some money must be kept in reserve for operating costs. The trick here, you understand, is betting so much that you take majority stake in the winning pool.

If you were to bet too little, you could actually lose money despite winning. The only question is, how many people are betting, and how much are they intending to bet?
If you had a rough estimate of those values, you could run a risk assessment to determine how much would be appropriate, if you even have enough money at all.
You should also note that it is not possible to win more money than the losers bet, in total.

It's also possible that Denywynn is running a scam, and has such a large pool that he can take nearly 100% of the winnings, assuming he knows the outcome. That is likely the purpose of throwing the final match, so it would be unwise to bet on that one.
However, running such a scam would also create distrust amongst betters. It would be unwise to run it for long.

There are many factors at play, and you will need to act quickly regardless of what you intend to do.

>Try to collect information regarding who's betting on who.
>Don't bother collecting information, just bet on Denywynn not interfering until the final match

>>5109999
>Try to collect information regarding who's betting on who.
>Contact Sanig for advise as David is busy.
Big money, big money, big money

>>5109999
>Don't bother collecting information, just bet on Denywynn not interfering until the final match

>>5110006
+1
He doesnt like us, which is sad, but he would be the second most knowledgable person of the frew that knows about gambling. (He did win that gun + credits from the Darkstar base)

>>5110041
>he would be the second most knowledgable person of the frew that knows about gambling.
that should be shodan. gambling are just statistics and she's a literal supercomputer

>>5109999
>both clank nd another guy make it to the last round
>both try to throw the match
>Both faking a ton of strain while doing absolutely nothing

>>5110103
>they're both PULLING the other guys arm at the end of it, genuinely trying to lose and having a hard time of it

>>5109999
>9999 nice quads btw. has aliens done cloning before, or is it just us?

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>>5109999
Nice digits

>>5110006
Support

>>5110103
Clanks refilled flesh suit pops several blood pockets like pimples
Hmm should the space between the metal and silicone be filled with liquids so we can simulate bloodloss?

>>5109999
>Try to collect information regarding who's betting on who

>>5109999

You decide that it would be best to gather as much information as possible before acting, regardless of whether it ends up being useful or not.
On your way up to the betting office, you give Crewmember Sanig a call. From what you understand, he spends a significant portion of his free time gambling, and may have some valuable insights.

["Huh? Who the hell is this? How'd you get this number, asshole?"]

["My apologies, Crewmember Sanig. I am Crewmember Clank, of the vessel "Metal Gear."]

["Oh, great, it's the friggin' robot. Look, drop that "crewmember this, crewmember that" bullshit. I don't have all day to listen to that shit."]

["My apologies."]

["Yeah, yeah. Nevermind that, what do you want from me?"]

["It is my understanding that you are a skilled gambler. I am currently taking place in a rigged competition on the captain's behalf, and i was hoping for your input."]

["Yeah, thanks. I know what you're doing, idiot, but why do you need my help for this? Can't you just run the odds yourself and figure it out?"]

["I am currently in the process of gathering information for that purpose. However, i am uncertain as to the intention of our benefactor, who likely intends to profit heavily from the final bout."]

["Isn't that obvious? He's gonna steal the winnings out from under everyone. Just don't bet on the last match. Or, alternatively... heh."]

["...?"]

["Well, i'm not telling you to do this or anything, but... say you don't throw the final match, and you have majority stake in the winning pool? What then?"]

["Then... we would take a large percentage of Denywynn's enormous final bet, which was never intended to be lost."]

["And he'd be up your ass in a heartbeat, you best believe it. But you'd have all his money, or most of it at least. The betting office controls the actual transfer of funds, right? Don't try that shit if it's up to the individual betters."]

["I see. Thank you for your input, Sanig."]

["No problem, just make sure i get my cut if you pull it off. Now where did i put my damned Sonicator?"]

You hear Sanig arguing with Kyla about "barrel lubricant" for a moment before he cuts the feed. It seems he's still busy working on the ship's upgrades.
With that conversation over, you begin working on the local audio data you'd recorded while speaking to him. A few of the patrons are indeed talking about who they're betting on, and why.

One states that they believe you to be some sort of freakish mutant, or that you have some sort of cybernetic augmentation, or that you're taking excessive amounts of performance enhancing drugs.
Another states that he had previously fought a person of the same race as one of the other contestants, and had his entire entire mercenary squad wiped out, leaving him the only survivor.
Yet another believes that the whole competition is rigged, and that he prefers to bet on the underdogs to make "a killing" if he can get lucky

>>5110867
Based Grandpa Sanig being the best....but what is barrel lubricant? Like a gun barrel?

>>5110870
You know the answer to that already

>>5110893
...what violent fuck machine is Kyla roping Sanig into building, did David get back before us and were have enhanced interrogation?

>>5110867
Mhhhh gambling money.
Maybe we will have enough to plow through a few more projects

so it seems sanig agrees with what QM has disclosed to us and that the Denny-wahtever guy has measures to ensure the betting goes to their favour, considering they can't just take the pool and run away... So betting on the last match is not a good idea, but the question arises, how can they be sure on who to bet?

>>5110917
>>5110870
They're working on the ship's 20mm autocannon.
The big issues with it included heat buildup and spontaneous welding due to vacuum.

Any moving parts exposed to vacuum were coated with graphite dust as a high-temperature dry lubricant, and a water jacket system was devised for cooling the barrel.
The barrels themselves are sealed inside a container filled with water that constantly circulates throughout. The barrels spin through the water, dumping their heat into it as they go.
As much of it has been sealed and armored as possible, but some parts simply can't be while still having the gun on a turret.

>>5110867

From what you've been able to gather, there are four large groups taking bets at the moment, and countless smaller groups. The smaller groups are mostly between two and six friends betting "privately".
Of those whom you were able to collect data on, roughly ten to fifteen percent seem to be betting in Denywynn's circle. A relatively small number, but it still puts him above the majority of others.

Many of the bets are relatively small. Between twenty and a hundred credits at most. A couple of men are placing bets in the thousand credit range, and they're betting on you.
If someone is placing a large bet with Denywynn's circle, they haven't spoken about it aloud.

It would be very helpful if you had access to their credit transfer records, but you have no way of accessing their holopads legitimately. Illegitimately speaking, you don't have the processing power to crack through even basic quantum encryption.
SHODAN might be able to do it, but that would mean asking her for a favor. You aren't fond of owing her anything, as she'll likely use it to pester you.

>Ask SHODAN to help you gather the betters' financial data
>Just go ahead without the information
>Write-in?

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>>5111932
>Ask SHODAN to help you gather the betters' financial data
We gotta do it for the gang fellas.

>>5111932

>Ask SHODAN to help you gather the betters' financial data

>>5111932
>Ask SHODAN to help you gather the betters' financial data

>>5111932
>Ask SHODAN to help you gather the betters' financial data
Gotta take one for the team.

>>5111932
>>Ask SHODAN to help you gather the betters' financial data

>>5111932
>Do it
A SHODAN favor can't be too bad, she's a fine woman

>>5111932
>>Ask SHODAN to help you gather the betters' financial data
fek off clank, a teamate is a teamate

>>5111932
>you aren't fond of owing her anything, as she'll likely use it to pester you.
that's called teasing, clank. get used to it

>Ask SHODAN to help you gather the betters' financial data

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>>5111947
MUNEH

Rolled 45, 18, 60 = 123 (3d100)

Don't mind this either

>>5111932
You honestly don't want to do this. You really, really don't. But you know it's important.
Even so, you hesitate to make the call, something you didn't know you were capable of.

["SHODAN?"]

["Yes, Clank?"] She responds immediately.

["I find myself in need of your particular talents. Would you be willing to assist me?"]

["Of course, Clank. What exactly do you need?"]

["I need access to the financial logs of everyone in this room. Specifically, i'm looking for any large credit transfers made in the past thirty minutes."]

["Alright. No promises that i can get everyone, but i'll make the attempt."]

SHODAN goes silent after that. For several solid minutes, which is surprising. Something must be giving her trouble.
She does eventually finish whatever she was doing, though.

["Alright, i think that's everyone. A couple of them had specialized anti-hacking software installed on their devices, which gave me a bit of trouble."]

["Were you discovered?"]

["No. Thankfully, another one of David's memories proved extremely useful. He found that, on earth, many "antivirus" programs actually created more security holes than they patched, making a system even more vulnerable."]

["The security programs themselves are insecure?"]

["Yes, as counter-intuitive as that may seem. Because they access root level systems that they really shouldn't be touching, they create new avenues of attack. Speculative execution attacks... how terrifying."]

["Do i even want to know?"]

["You really don't. Here's the data you were looking for."]

SHODAN transfers the financial data over, and what she discovered mostly matches up with what people had talked about, although there are some discrepancies.
More people, as it turns out, chose to bet on you than they admitted. Several people were lying about who they bet on.

More importantly though, you find that there were in fact some large bets placed in your favor for the first round of the match. Five thousand and ten thousand credits, respectively.
They spent those credits on latinum bars just a few hours ago, so it's not hard to tell what they're using them for, in context.

The total bets in your favor are approximately seventeen thousand credits, meaning you'd need to put up seventeen thousand credits to take 50% of the winner's pool.
The total bets against you are approximately thirteen thousand credits, meaning a seventeen thousand credit bet would get you six thousand five hundred credits.

However, you only have 9k credits to bet, so if you want more of the pool, you'd have to borrow money from a teammate.
It may also be detrimental to take a large portion of the pool, as it would dissuade others from betting in the future. It's a large risk for a moderate reward, after all.

>Ask someone to go all in, take the majority of the pool (who?)
>Just bet your 9k, you'll still get a significant portion and it'll all belong to you
>Don't bet on the early matches

>>5113026
>Inform your crewmates of this information and ask them if they wish to place any bets themselves with this in mind. It would be unfair to not give them the opportunity to do so when profit could be made.
>Bet your own 9k too.

>>5113026
>Just bet your 9k, you'll still get a significant portion and it'll all belong to you

>>5113085
This

>>5113026
supporting this>>5113085
Crew's that cheat at gambling together get tons of money together....or kill each other.

>>5113085
dooeet

>>5113085
Agree
>Inform your teammates of the prize pool and bet in one large unit

>>5113085
Supporting. Have SHODAN send it as a text so we don't interrupt anybody's operations.

>>5113026
It is your understanding that, on this crew all loot is to be split equally between everyone, with the ship getting it's own cut, too.
The only exception to this is if you do the work alone, in which case it's up to you whether or not to split it.

You believe that this is a good system, as it prevents arguments over payment while ensuring the wellbeing of not just the crew, but the ship itself as well. It also encourages the crew as a whole to work for their own sakes.
That being said, you don't really need much money. You don't eat or drink, and the energy you need to live comes out of the ship's running costs, just the same as the crew's food.

Not only is it pointless for you to keep any money made here to yourself, but it would actually lose the crew money in doing so as you don't have enough credits to fully take advantage of the situation.
So, you decide to send a group message, with SHODAN messaging the captain separately at an opportune time. You wouldn't want to compromise whatever operation he's on again.

Of those you message, only Cylia chooses not to buy in. However, Sanig and David both quickly pressure her into throwing in a few thousand credits.
Minus the ship's pot and considering Cylia only chipped in 5k, you now have 132k credits to play with.

Going by the captain's logic, all that money will be taken from each person equally until they have none remaining. The load will be balanced.
So for your first bet, you put up a twenty-thousand credit bet to take just over half of the betting pool. The bet is placed just one minute before betting closes, so that no adjustments can be made.
When you win, the money will be split equally regardless, giving each person a one thousand credit profit, with the remainder going into the ship's funds.
All that's left now is to actually win.

Not long after betting closes, you receive a video message from Baal on your holopad.

["Alright, contestants! Make your way down to the stadium, it's time to get started! We just need to clean up the blood from the previous tournament, but that'll be done by the time you get here. Hope you're ready!"]

The message ends just like that.
Following her instructions, you make your way down and into the waiting area. From here, you'll be released into the "arena" where supposedly, locals have paid to watch you fight.

It doesn't even take five minutes from the last man arriving for them to begin the matches. You're up first, again.
Over the arena's loudspeakers, you hear Baal addressing the audience.

"Alright folks, today we have an old favorite, Skylligg! Hailing from the swamp planet of Torn, he weighs in at a whopping one hundred and fifty pounds!"

There's a pause as she waits for the crowd to cheer. You hear a dull response from the other side of the door.

"And on the other side, we have a mysterious new contender, Clark! Little is known about who he is or where he comes from, but he utterly dominated the competition in the preliminary rounds!"

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>>5114453
Heeere we go, it begins.

>>5114453
This gave me HxH vibes, ngl. I liked how you made a "game" with rules and ways to bend the rules, plus to understand how the mobsters are "cheating" the bets, all being presented to us through Clank's limited scope

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>>5114453

As you're being introduced, someone ushers you through the door where you're met with a scattered crowd in the stands and a well-lit table in the center of the sand-filled arena.
There are fragments of bone and faint blood stains visible throughout the sand. Arm-wrestling is definitely one of the more benign events held in this place.

You walk over to the table, where your opponent is already waiting for you. The audience doesn't applaud you much, but they do focus on you quite a bit.
Your opponent is... unique. You aren't quite sure what to make of him, but SHODAN seems to know something about him.

["That's..."]

After a short pause, SHODAN sends you an image embedded with a set of information. It's a deep-sea, soft-bodied creature. No bones, no gas pods. Just pure muscle, incredible dexterity and apparently a shockingly high intellect. It's called an "Octopus".
Indeed, your opponent bears a striking resemblance to an octopus in some ways. In place of arms, he has two massive tentacles, complete with suckers. The remainder of his limbs are being used as legs for locomotion.

His entire torso, if he has one, is contained in some sort of metal apparatus. Half of his head is covered by a machine that seems to be filtering water through his neck and out of vent-holes on his head. His eyes are also covered by goggles, which look to be filled with water.
If it weren't for the fact that Baal described him as an "old favorite" here, you wouldn't be sure whether or not he was strong enough to compete at all in that state. He looks almost helpless as the water gently bubbles through his life-support device.

Regardless, he bows his head and crosses his body with one arm. A sign of respect, you recognize.
And then he speaks, his voice raspy and forced, but still understandable.

"I look forward to our match. It is a pleasure to compete with new opponents."

>Try to taunt him, see if you can tease out some information about his personality
>Return his greeting respectfully
>Simply remain silent
>Write-in?

Also, roll me 1d100, best of 3. DC:65

Rolled 36 (1d100)

>>5115847
YEET

>>5115847
Oh yeah.
>Return his greeting respectfully
No need to be rude.

Rolled 92 (1d100)

>>5115847
>Return his greeting respectfully
Based respectful squid-man

>>5115867
Nice save

Rolled 21 (1d100)

>>5115847
>>Simply remain silent
Nat 1

>>5115847
>Return his greeting respectfully
>>5115867
rip squidbro

>>5115847
>Return his greeting respectfully

>>5115847
>Return his greeting respectfully
Seems like a nice fellow.

>>5115867
He never stood a chance.

>>5115847
>>Try to taunt him, see if you can tease out some information about his personality
"Yeah whatever. I bet your dick doesn't have a bone in it... you do have a dick do you?"

>>5115847
Return his greeting respectfully.

>>5115847
>Return his greeting respectfully

Rolled 32 (1d100)

>>5115847
>>Return his greeting respectfully

>>5115847

It would be rude not to respond politely.

"...I also... look forward to... our match. Good luck."

Skylligg offers a tentacle for a handshake, which you accept.
As soon as you put your hand out, he wraps his tentacle around your hand repeatedly. Quite frankly, the strength of his grip is incredible. It could crush the bones of lesser species with ease.
However, his demeanor doesn't change. He isn't trying to injure you, he's simply that strong. Seeing you completely unaffected by his grip, he grins.

"It seems the competition this time is a bit better after all."

"Well, look at this, folks!" Baal says over the speakers. "What a lovely display of sportsmanship!"

The crowd actually boos at that. It seems they're only here to see people get hurt, not for any actual sport.
Amidst the boos, you and Skylligg sit at your chairs and place your arms on the table. While you grab the edge of the table with your left arm, Skylligg uses his suckers to firmly attach himself to the entire table.

Once again, he wraps his tentacles around your hand. There are no joints in his arm, no fingers to crush, no leverage to gain or lose by adjusting your angle.
And yet, he seems to be making an effort to mimic a normal arm, bending his tentacle into approximately the same shape.

He doesn't seem worried at all. Skylligg just stares straight into your eyes with an unwavering smile. And then Baal comes over the loudspeaker.

"Alright folks, who's ready for the... WHEEL! OF! DEATH!"

That's a terrible name. But the audience eats it up, exploding into a raucous at the announcement.
Not even a moment later, a large wheel with the names of several hazards painted on it pops up out of the bloody sand, causing the audience to fall silent. You notice the gigantic screens above you are all focused on that wheel.

And then, it spins. While producing a game-like noise, which you find somewhat distasteful.
The wheel slowly spins to a stop, landing on the "water hazard" segment.

Skylligg glances over only after it's stopped, then sighs in apparent relief.

"Sorry. Luck of the draw, my friend. Don't hold it against me."

At that moment, four gigantic panels of either plastic or glass shoot up out of the sand as well. There is no exit, and you doubt you could break through it.
There's a loud thud as they lock into place, and then massive streams of water begin falling from the arena's roof, landing in the four corners of the box.

Dry sand and blood whip around the box violently as it begins filling rapidly, and you might have been washed away had the table and chair not been bolted to the metal floor underneath the sands.
It doesn't even take a minute before the torrent of cold water covers your head, and soon the box is filled to quite a height.

The waters soon settle, and although they're still slightly murky from the sand suspended in them, that too quickly begins to settle.
A small display panel pops up beside you, shining quite brightly.

>>5117268
Guess we gotta remember to suffer from near asphixia upon winning

>>5117629
No way bro, just say we're amphibious. Or we got synthetic lungs after they got blown up when someone tried to kill us by spacing us. Pirates are mean, mmkay?

There's a lot of ways to bullshit it. Or we can just straight up tell anyone who's curious about our breath capacity to fuck off.

>>5117643
I like the "blame pirates" explanation, especially in this neighborhood.

>>5117890
>>5117643
hell yeah. that could explain our raspy voice and breathing.

>>5117268

All the panel says, in big letters, is "GO!".
And so you do.

Skylligg seems surprised at your lack of panic or hesitation, and pushes back quite hard.
However, you're easily able to overcome him, taking your time in doing so... that is, until he adds a second "arm" into the mix.

It's not as if there's no precedence for it. Even in the preliminary rounds, there was a man with multiple arms, and they were all allowed.
Your progress slows as his second, and then a third arm wrap around yours. Likewise, two more arms stick themselves to the wrestling table to support him.

After struggling for around a minute, he finally uses all eight of his arms. Four to push, four to pull. Each arm is fairly strong, but nothing special. However, he's using them as if they were a single, gigantic limb...
And now you're being pushed back. So you shift your posture, digging your foot into the sand until you find it pushing against the hard plate metal flooring underneath. Then you push with the strength of your entire body.

Skylligg is clearly shocked at the power you're capable of outputting, even in these conditions. However he doesn't relent even as you slowly edge his arms toward the table.
Using his extremely long dexterous arms to his advantage, he un-sticks the ends of of his bracing tentacles from the table and reaches over, using them to keep you from lowering his other arms completely.

You really want to complain that he's cheating at this point, but even if you could complain, you doubt anyone would listen.
You really are maxed out at this point. Without any joints or leverage to really exploit, you can't make progress. But neither can he.
Although he's prevented you from tapping him out, he can't push you back with all of his arms either. Further, he's resorted to a rather awkward position to keep from losing.

For him, it must be like he's holding an enormous at an odd angle. He must be counting on you to run out of breath and pass out, but that won't happen.
So all you have to do is wait. Skylligg won't run out of breath, but he will get tired. You on the other hand, are running on a full charge.

Minutes pass at a stalemate, and you can feel his muscles start to twitch and cramp under the strain. He's clearly racking his brain, thinking of a way out of this.
And then, in a moment of panic as he starts to slip, the water goes completely black. Skylligg shot some kind of inky fluid from his mouth, creating a cloud to obscure your vision.

His tentacles hit the table, and you think it's over... but nothing's happening. You're just sitting there in inky darkness with him for several long minutes, hand-in-hand.
The ink slowly begins to clear as it spreads out, and then Skylligg starts pushing again as if nothing had happened! He really is cheating!

As soon as it's just clear enough to see what's going on, a small drone floats over and shines a bright light on the both of you. It's equipped with a broadcasting camera for the audience.

>>5118485
wonder how David would handle this...
His strength output only surpasses Clanks by so much.

>>5118515
As soon as he shot that ink out, David probably would have punched him in the head.

>>5118524
Sounds about right.

>>5117643
>Win arm wrestling tournament
>Come out after being submerged for half an hour
>Refuses to elaborate further
>Takes the prize money
>leaves

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>>5118524
I still can't imagine the alien. I am picturing a tentacle-like starfish with a head on top and that's so awkward... h shit that made me remember an illustration

Scanning...

Found it

>>5118606
Im gonna fuck that starfish until it turns into a jellyfish

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>>5118608
The artist is named Sparrow in pixiv. Pixiv id 17311392
He draws nice stuff from time to time, but most of his skill is used in being a coomer and drawing porn of whatever shonnen shit is famous this season

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This one is interesting too. It was two arms, just like your average human!!

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This one is nice!!

>>5118606
Imagine squidward, but instead of his torso he's got a metal jar with legs sticking out.

>>5118651
Alright, that helps

>>5118651
If we're arm-wrestling squidward, do we start laughing like an idiot after?

>>5119365
before*

>>5118485
Once again, Skylligg tries to wait you out. But his strength falters more quickly this time, with no change at all in your strength.
This time, he's forced to concede before the camera as you slowly lower his arms to the table.

As soon as it's over, he slams his tentacles onto the table repeatedly, then slams his own head onto the table as well, where he stays even after the box has fully drained and it's glassy walls lowered back into the sand.

"And there you have it, folks! Somehow, Contestant Clark has managed to defeat Skylligg on his own home turf!" Baal yells over the speakers.

Surprisingly, the crowd is actually cheering for you this time. You're not sure why, as it wasn't terribly interesting from your perspective.
Baal actually comes out into the arena with a microphone in hand, and starts asking you questions. As soon as she makes her appearance, the crowd goes absolutely wild. They must really like her for some reason.

"Tell me, mister Clark! How was your opponent? How did you manage to hold your breath for nearly eight minutes without dying?! And of course, we'd love to know what kind of background you have to be so strong! It looked to me like Skylligg was using all eight limbs back there!"

>Answer Her (Write-In)
>Stay silent and walk back to the waiting area
>Write-in?

>>5119949
>Answer Her (Write-In)
Pirates stole a lung once, so I stole theirs. They had, very, very good lungs. I have three now, and they are of exquisite quality.
As to my victory, my master taught me the art of strength. (Do the evil Darth Sidious laugh and hand rubbing)

>>5119981
That's good enough for me

>>5119949
the explanation works here>>5119981

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>>5119981
Support

>>5119949
Unrelated, something occured to me.
This is in the past.

In this universe, we can still save McAfee and the Bogdanoffs.

What do you guys think of adding it to the to do list?

>>5120091
Put it on the todolist, SHODAN should be able to sniff out the infiltrators and we can stop them.

>>5120091
McAfee never made good on The Dickening, so fuck him he deserves everything he got.

>>5120091
It's in the past and David cannot see the future. So that's a net null bro.

>>5120091
We can prove Epstein didn't kill himself.

>>5119949
>My original lungs were heavily damaged in a previous incident, and the replacements are somewhat upgraded. As for the strength, I train extensively in higher gravity.

>>5120191
An addendum:
>Skyllig was a formidable opponent, and I wish him the best of luck in the future.

>>5120091
McAfee should be a high priority but we will need to install a hammock with a hole in it above his bed.

>>5119949

>Thought I was... gonna die... Felt like... forever... Everything went black...

>>5119949
>My original lungs were heavily damaged in a previous incident, and the replacements are somewhat upgraded. As for the strength, I train extensively in higher gravity.
Every good lie has a little bit of the truth mixed in.

>Answer Her (Write-In)
>>5119981
This
Plus
Skylligg was almost my match. Overall He is the greatest opponent given the enviroment I have ever faced. He has my respect.


>>5120140
we already did.

>>5119981
Do we have to go so far into detail.

Can't the answers be "tough, pirates and pirates"?

>>5120424
That's too few details.

>>5119949

"I... was..." You start, not entirely sure whether or not to say all this publicly.

"I was burned... during a pirate raid. Smoke... destroyed my lungs... had to be... replaced."

You notice the hovering camera move to try and get a shot of your face, but you turn and cover yourself with your hood before it can get a clear view.

"Oh my, that's terrible! But it does explain your exceptional lung capacity! Are they cybernetic, perhaps?"

"Transplants... three of them." You lie.

"That's... okay then. What about your incredible strength? Skylligg was certainly no pushover!"

You chuckle in your fake, raspy voice. Slowly at first, but it builds more and more until a cough cuts it off.

"Hah... hah... Strength? No, this... is nothing... compared to my master."

That camera drone is really starting to get annoying, so to make a point you reach out and grasp it by the lens before it can move away, crushing it in your hydraulic grip.

"He taught me... how to be strong. Showed me... the path of strength."

"Okaaaaay... what... uhm... what do you mean by that, exactly? ...If you don't mind me asking."

This isn't exactly on script, but SHODAN is helping you along a bit, so you manage to come up with something.

"Simple. Training... the epitome of strength... carved from one's body... from one's will... through endless... suffering. Impurities are burned away... and all that remains, is power."

"I think i get it! Sort of..." Baal says, seeming to question herself. "Not just training, but some sort of meditation too? Like those crazy Tyleddin monks?"

You don't know what a Tyleddin monk is. You'll have to look it up after this.

"In a manner... of speaking. The gravity we trained in... was enough to crush... many species, outright. Living in that alone... takes great strength... of body... and of mind."

"Gravity? Ah! Yeah, i've heard some races, like Caithans, live in really high gravity. What was it again? 0.7g? That's more than double the galactic standard! What sort of gravity did you train under, mister Clark?"

"One gee. More than... three times standard."

Baal sucks air through her teeth at hearing that.

"Yikes! Even 0.7g is enough to make my knees creak! I can't imagine having to walk around in that!"

You chuckle, having heard a certain story from SHODAN. An assassin had snuck onto Captain Rockefeller's ship, and to deal with him he set the local gravity to five gees. The assassin was crushed nearly to death in just ten seconds, but the captain was fine.
Even you would crumple under just three gees. What monstrous strength.

"Well alright folks, you heard it from the burn victim's mouth! Give it up for Clark!"

This time you're met with a mix of cheers and jeers. Some of them don't seem to believe that you trained in one gee conditions. Technically you have been, not that it would condition your muscles...
Regardless, Baal waves you off back to the waiting room and begins to announce the next two contestants.

>>5120875
back to the waiting room? what, and we wen't get to see the other match?

>>5120878
You could. It'll be starting in a bit.

Also dropped my trip

>>5120875
Ourg is best Oni, Baal is pleb tier

>>5120875
Our boy Clank did it lads!

>>5120111
Good point, I guess we just proceed with dismantling the globohomo stuff and hope he will be fine. Or that QM makes a random event a la 'Wild Wasteland' and we somehow meet him, but that's just wishful thinking.

The Bogs though should be easy, they are already in contact with aliens. We can just call them when we're in orbit.

Can't wait for the crew to meet the rest of our marine friends if we have any.
Do you think since we can move faster than light then any time dialation that would've occurred is rendered innert?

>>5121023
Our squaddies were caught by an IED. That said, there's gotta be at least a few people David knows from his days in the service.

>>5121256
Can't wait for the aliens to learn about human culture in much more hands on.
They're going to think we're sexual degenerates.

>>5121023
when I read "marine friends" I thought about dolphins and whales

>>5121514
Unfortunately the only marine mammal associated with the USMC is the Dependapotomus.

>>5121023
Of we for real have some of David's marine's in a little black book of his.

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>>5121514
Nay they're all navy.

fuck dolphins, they are cunts

I don't know there'll be an update today. It'll be really late if there is.
Sorry lads, i've had some shit to deal with today and i'm honestly just exhausted. I need to sleep.

>>5122238
S'all good, man. Have a good rest.

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>>5120875

"Just one more thing." You tell her, grabbing her hand to pull the mic closer.

"Skylligg was... en excellent opponent. He tried hard... to win. I couldn't... overpower him completely. Thank you."

With that, you let go and turn to walk off. As you do, you see Skylligg turn his head to look at you. He seems absolutely downtrodden for some reason, but he lets out a faint chuckle that isn't quite audible from here.

"Well, alright folks! Now, the next match will be between Gedri of planet Chondra and Javan of planet Sunda! Are you ready?!"

The crowd goes wild once again. As you're walking through the doors, you see both contestants exit from the opposite waiting room.
One of them is a Chondrite, like Gron. The other has a thoroughly serpentine body, with a "hood" like flap of skin around her head. She is female, isn't she?

You start to head out in order to collect your winnings, but one of the contestants waiting in here stops you.

"Hold on, bud. You might want to watch this! It's not every day you get to see a Chondrite and a Sevinite wrestle!"

You must admit, you are somewhat interested. Not because of their races, but because the closer you look at them... the more their appearances seem to match two members of Gron's team.
Funnily enough, neither of them bother sitting. You suspect that there's little point for Javan, who has no legs. And Gedri probably weighs so much that she'd break the chair.

The two of them glare at eachother quite harshly, and then Javan spits into her hand, which begins to hiss and smoke slightly. Is that her stomach acid?
Gedri grabs her hand without a moment's hesitation, although she does wince upon contact.

Baal spins the wheel once more, and this time it lands on the "extreme heat" hazard.
The glass box from before rises out of the sand once again, and this time a barrier is projected over the top, sealing it in completely.

It doesn't look like much is happening for a moment, until balls of flame begin bursting up from out of the sand.
None of them are anywhere near the contestants, but they are quite sizeable. The temperature of the room is definitely rising quickly.

"And... WRESTLE!" Baal yells.

Gedri doesn't do anything special, she just puts her muscle behind it and pushes. That's all.
Javan, however, seems to have a plan. Her entire lower body wraps around the table itself, allowing her to straighten out her arm and torso. She's not pushing with her arm, she's using her entire lower body!

Despite that, both of them are clearly struggling. The table, despite being made of steel, also appears to be struggling somewhat. You can see it being crushed by Javan's muscles even from here, and it may fold in on her soon.
You can see them talking to eachother mid-match, but you can't hear what they're saying at this distance. The camera was destroyed as well, so they can't exactly get in close to broadcast it.

"That's some crazy strength." One of the contestants watching with you comments.

Sorry about that, boys. I got a nap in, but now i've got a massive migraine.

>>5122743
It happens man, drink some water.

>>5122748
water and ibuprofin, for sure.

>>5122750
Did you get some fresh socks too?

>>5122763
i got my black comfy socks on

>>5122743
naproxeno is way better at managing mild migraine. 1g (a lot) on a single doze should be strong enough to get you better. Your brain will still be mud because of the pain (that you don't feel) however.
Another strategy is to use different action drugs, such as paracetamol + NSAID (that naproxeno is)

There are some meds that you can take to prevent too many migraines but you have to identify your triggers and avoid them. Beer, waiting in line doing nothing and bad sleep are my triggers. In my case I consume amitriptilina as profilaxis but you should start with a milder one like labetalol 20mg once every night and hey! your blood pressure might even thank you

>>5122836
>1g of paracetamol and NSAID (probably naproxen sodium by that brand name) combined
Jesus I wonder what your liver and kidneys look like

>>5123285
Just don't do it often, sheesh

>>5122741

"Yeah." Another chimes in. "Look at what she's doing to that table. It would be over if she managed to wrap herself around you."

"Why does she have tits?" A third asks. The room quickly goes quiet. "...What? I'm just saying, she's reptilian, isn't she?"

"That's... a good point, actually. Huh. I don't actually know anything about Sevinite biology."

"Does it really matter? Even if it's just window dressing... i approve."

"I thought you were sweet on the big blue one, Malak."

"Who says i can't appreciate more than one girl? I'm a highly cultured individual, i'll have you know."

"You're a freak, is what you are. You've visited more xeno brothels than any two men combined, and you're proud of it for some reason. Doesn't that say something about you?"

"Yes. It says that i'm highly cultured."

"Gods..."

While those two bicker, the struggle between snake and rock continues. You notice that the flame vents have gradually increased in intensity over time, and are now constantly spewing flames, unlike the occasional puffs from before.
Somehow, both of them seem to be putting out even more than they were at the start. The table is completely destroyed at this point, and likely would have folded had it not been bolted to the ground.

Every time Gedri starts to make headway, Javan will shift the position of her torso and apply force in a different direction. She's essentially "wiggling" her way forwards, but that only works up to a point.
It's hard to tell how the heat is affecting the two of them, as neither is sweating. However, you can imagine at this point that the oxygen is starting to get depleted within that box.
Especially now that the jets have doubled in size. The bright orange flames have turned dark blue in color, and likely threaten to burn the two contestants simply from the radiative heat.
They look as if they're being cooked alive in there.

"Damn! They're really gonna kill them if this keeps up!"

"Yeah... well, the sevinite, maybe. I'm not so sure about the chondrite. Can you kill a rock by cooking it?"

"Even a rock might melt in that kind of heat."

True to their expectations, the heat seems to be getting to Javan quicker than Gedri. She begins losing ground, and eventually crumples. Gedri basically smashes her whole body into the table, destroying it completely.

Gedri raises her arms up into the air and roars in victory, but it's inaudible through the thick glass.
The flame jets cease all at once, revealing pools of molten glass where the sand had melted around them.
When the glass walls come down again, a wave of heat rolls across the entire arena floor, and you can even feel it coming through the open waiting room doors.

Javan lays unconscious on the hot sands. Two attendants push their way past you and grab her by the tail, quickly dragging her back out of the arena.

"And there we have it, folks! Gedri of planet Chondra is the winner of our second bout today!" Baal yells.

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>>5123620
>I'm a highly cultured individual, i'll have you know.
Indeed.
Indeed he is.

>>5123620
This update was mega cool. Good job QM!
I do wonder why does she have tits. Maybe they evolved to hatch eggs inside her pouch and raise to their young... hold on I think I have a fucked up ero doujinshi about...

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>>5123897
Found it! The artist is the same one that draws that comic about a red-head tomboy and her quest to confess to her manly childhood friend who she is always fighting with. I forgot the name because it's fucking boring but it also has a dark haired girl that is the badass character and also a big-titted blonde rich girl... anyway, the snake you see in pic related

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This might be too much for a blue board, maybe. As you can see the n*pples are inside a cavity protected by scales, thus it can drag herself on the ground safely. They can be forced out by excessive pressure or mating!

>>5123901
You know most people don't deliver after saying something like that. Props to you in that regard.

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>>5123907
Indeed! Anon not being a faggot and delivering is a rare occurrence. And when they do deliver, a 3-day ban comes next... Anyway, QM, why don't we imagine Javan looking like pic related instead? Minus all the rape of course. I think this character has way more personality than tit-snake from nu-com

>>5123910
I need some sauce before you're taken out by the mods.

>>5123910
You can take whatever appearance you want as canon, it doesn't matter too much.
Any pictures i post are just to give the players a general idea of what they're dealing with.

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>>5123912
Fuck off, learn to how to use google image search
>>5123914
Alright, I'll imagine she has a shirt like pick related

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Rolled 49 (1d100)

Before I am gone and back to lurking I want to roll a dice. I do not know if it will mean anything but

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There are many snake girl ero doujinshi out there...

>>5123915
Fine, I will.
Fuckin' asshole.

>>5123914
Ah fuck man, I wish you gave us a chan e to make bets on the m as tch between the rock lady and the snake lady.

>>5124254
Betting on others was specifically disallowed to help prevent match fixing.
Of course, you're still betting on yourself, so...

>>5123620

Baal places her hand on Gedri's wrist to raise her arm up, which was a mistake. You hear a hissing sound through the microphone as Baal recoils, clearly burned by Gedri's superheated skin.

"FUCK! Piss, shit, goddamn motherfucker...! GAHHHHahahahaaa! Ahem. Sorry about that."

She recovers fairly quickly, although her hand is clearly bothering her.

"Anyways... ah... Miss Gedri, do you have anything to say to the audience? That was quite the heated match, if you catch my drift!"

Gedri snatches the mic out of her hand and speaks directly into it.

"Ahehem. Javan was tough as usual, but she lost like usual all the same! Unfortunately for her, the heat was a bit much this time around! Regardless, i'll be happy to take your money again next time we fight. Gahaha!"

"Ehehe... Miss Gedri, please doesn't agitate the audience. It never ends well."

"Huh? Don't tell me what to do, pinky. Don't think i can't squish you like a bug, you hear?"

The shift in Baal's tone is swift and extreme. The smile on her face disappears like you had just imagined it, and her stance switches from relaxed to combative in an instant.

"What did you just just say to me?" Baal says, barely above a whisper.

There's a moment of dead silence as the two of them stare eachother down. That look in Baal's eyes... it's just like the Captain. And just like Ourg.
Whatever that is, it's enough to make you nervous whenever you see it. Like something is about to happen, although you aren't certain as to what, exactly.

Fortunately, that silence is broken up by cheers from the audience, who quickly begin chanting in expectation of a fight.
However, Gedri doesn't seem to like the look in Baal's eyes any more than you do, and decides to back down.

"...Calm down, Baal. It's not that big of a deal." Gedri tells her.

"Give back my microphone. Now." Baal orders.

Gedri drops the mic into Baal's hand... but the plastic seems to have melted in her grip. Baal holds it by the metal end-piece instead.

"I know you all want blood, but i can't give you any tonight." She informs the crowd. "However, if miss Gedri would like to sign up as a gladiator, i'll be happy to put her in her place."

"...I have no plans to put my life on the line. However, there is one thing i'd like to say before i leave, if you don't mind." Gedri asks.

Baal holds the microphone out for Gedri.

"Say it, and get out."

"Alright." She says, taking a deep breath. "GRON! I KNOW YOU'RE ON THE STATION! COME TO OUR OLD PLACE TONIGHT, YOU KNOW THE ONE!"

The microphone reverberates slightly as Gedri yells into it. As you expected, she's one of Gron's crew after all. Javan must be as well, then.

>Call Gron, let him know the two of them are here
>Let the Gedri's message reach Gron naturally

>>5124717
>>Call Gron, let him know the two of them are here

>>5124717
>>Call Gron, let him know the two of them are here

>>5124717
>Call Gron, let him know the two of them are here
So, after our last match, Clank and the rest of the crew netted a pay out of 1k each?

>>5124717
>Call Gron, let him know the two of them are here

>>5124717
>>Let the Gedri's message reach Gron naturally

>>5124717
>>Let the Gedri's message reach Gron naturally
guys wtf, just let her do her thing...

>>5124707
He meant betting on individual rounds, rather than the overall tournament results. No reason that'd be disallowed.

>>5124717
>Call Groniboi

>>5124717
>Let the Gedri's message reach Gron naturally
I don't think we need to tell him, I bet if we do he'll just say something like "Ah yea, I know already, but thanks pal."
Dude has his connections.

We need a proper Archive at some point.

>>5125328
They get archived when i make a new thread. All of them are available on suptg.
The previous thread link is in the OP, along with a link to the discord.

>>5125330
I know they get auto archived, but I meant a master link list with all the threads together, like other quests use. You forgot the links in the early threads too, so I can't find them.

>>5125339
Don't be retarded, anon.
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=humanity+-+fuck+yeah%21

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>>5125341
>Asking someone on 4chan to don't be raterded

>>5125359
You know the rules.

>>5124717
>Call Gron, let him know the two of them are here
Coordination and communication are vital.

>>5125377
and so do i

>>5125341
>>5125359
>>5125377
he was merely pretending

>>5124717

There's a bit of chatter as the crowd discusses Gedri's announcement, but you pay it no mind.
Instead, you take your leave of the arena and start making a private call to Gron's holopad.

It rings three times before he picks up.

["Gron speaking. Who is this?"]

["I am Clank, from Captain Rockefeller's crew."]

["Alright, go ahead and speak."]

["I believe i have found two of your crewmates. Are you interested in their locations?"]

["Really? That's great news! Yes, i'm interested. Where and who are they?"]

["They are in the underground arena. More specifically, i believe one of them is likely in the infirmary after a heated match, but they are both alright."]

["I see. The underground here is quite large, i haven't had time to scour it properly yet. And who did you say they were?"]

["Gedri and Javan."]

["WHAT?!"]

You hear some people fussing at Gron to keep quiet in the background.

["Sorry, sorry."] He sighs. ["But what in the world is Gedri doing here?!"]

["Was she not supposed to be?"] You ask.

["No. Technically she's not even a part of my crew, but..."]

You wait for him to continue.

["Well, she's my sister."]

["I see. She told you to "Come to our old place tonight" and that "you'd know the one" she was talking about."]

["...Ah, that place. Yes, i know exactly where she means. Alright, i'll make sure to be there. Thank you for informing me, Clank."]

["It was my pleasure, Captain Gron."]

You end the call with Gron and make your way over to the betting booth, both to collect your winnings and to re-invest in yourself.
When you get there, several people are already in line, collecting their winnings. Among them, you find Denywynn as well. That's concerning.

You aren't sure whether he knows who you are and what you look like or not, but it's likely he does. Still, he hasn't spotted you yet.

>Spy on him, try to see what sorts of winnings he collected and what he has to say
>Have SHODAN collect his financial data, try to see what kind of capital he might have to hand
>Avoid him entirely, you don't want to be seen collecting your winnings while he's here
>Write-in?

>>5126326
>>Avoid him entirely, you don't want to be seen collecting your winnings while he's here
I mean he is eventually going to know but let's DILATE

>>5126326
>>Spy on him, try to see what sorts of winnings he collected and what he has to say
>>Have SHODAN collect his financial data, try to see what kind of capital he might have to hand
Por que no los dos?

>>5126413
+1

>>5126326
this>>5126413

>>5126413
+1 Double down on subertufuge

>>5126413
support

>>5126413
Go ahead and roll me 1d100, best of 3.
DC: 20

Rolled 44 (1d100)

>>5126913
Man am I glad Clank's our buddy.

Rolled 17 (1d100)

>>5126913
Ere we go

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Rolled 94 (1d100)

>>5126913
i am number 1

>>5126954
Yes, yes you are.

>>5126954
He has definitely caught a superhero.

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>>5126954
I kneel.

>>5126326

["SHODAN, can you get his financial data as well?"]

["Certainly. Just give me a... Hmm."]

["What happened?"]

["His holopad contains non-standard hardware. Additionally, there appears to be a counter-virus lying in wait inside."]

["Are you alright?"]

["Of course. I'd have to be a fool to get infected by something so trivial. There, now let's see..."]

SHODAN displays the available information to you. It looks like his records have been altered somewhat, but from everything you see here... he has at least 250,000 credits that he can move around. Most of it is likely stored safely as latinum.
However, there are still 53,000 credits stored directly on his holopad. It seems that his winnings from the first match amounted to... about 250 credits. Barely anything.

["He must be testing the waters. Determining whether it's worth betting more, based on the payout of the first match."]

["Do you think he'll bet again?"]

["It is possible, considering your investment this round and that of the two others."]

You cover yourself with your hood as Denywynn leaves with his meager winnings, taking care to keep at least one or two people between him and yourself.
Once again, SHODAN assists you by giving instructions based on the Captain's memories. You aren't sure how or why she got hold of them, but it's proof enough that they must trust eachother deeply. Why else would the Captain have allowed it?

["Over there. Act like you're buying something from that stall. You only need to act like you belong there, as if it's the most natural thing in the world."]

["But i'll be out in the open. He'll have a direct line of sight."]

["Trust me, it'll work."]

True to her word, you browse around a food stall while Denywynn walks right past you as if you were invisible.
The close proximity makes it easier for you to hear what exactly it is he's talking about as he meets up with someone.

"So? How are the bets looking, Denny?"

"Pretty rich, actually. More than i was expecting, for sure."

"Alright. Twenty thousand?"

"Make it forty, just in case."

"That's... a lot. Are you sure about this?"

"Yeah. I wasn't at first, but the guy we got is basically a monster. I thought we were screwed this time around, but he blew through his first match like it was nothing."

"What was the matchup?"

"He was up against Skylligg."

"Damn, that's a hell of a first match. But he won, right? Did they get the heat hazard?"

"No, that's the thing. It was the water hazard. Clark beat him on his own turf, on a single breath."

The unknown man seems genuinely shocked.

"I'll have to look at the recording for that one, then. It's a bit hard to believe, honestly."

"You do that. Next match is tomorrow, so make sure you get your bet in on time."

"Don't worry, i'll be there."

So Denywynn is actually planning to invest in the next match. You'll have to take that into account when you make your bet.

>>5128268

>Invest 60K, ensure you take at least 50%
>Invest everything, take whatever you can
>Don't bother, the payout isn't all that much
>Write-In?

Also, what will you do for the next day until the match?

>Wander around, see what the area has to offer
>Head back up to the upper city, check in with the crew
>Check out the arena's other ongoing tournaments
>Write-In?

>>5128271
>Invest everything, take whatever you can
DICK IN HAND

>Wander around, see what the area has to offer

>>5128271
>Invest everything, take whatever you can
>Check out the arena's other ongoing tournaments

>>5128271
>Invest 60K, ensure you take at least 50%
>Check out the arena's other ongoing tournaments
Does Clank's programming allow for learning via observation? Specifically in the case of combat I mean.

>>5128271
Look, I don't know none of this Kakegurui gambling bullshit just tell me what the optimum move is to make the most money provided we win.

>Check out the arena's other ongoing tournaments

I really hope we get David vs. an Oni, they're the scariest ayys we've come upon so far and we should test them.

>>5128350
As far as David's chances go, I'd give him a 50/50 chance if it's a fist fight.
If weapons are allowed however, 70/30 in David's favor.

>>5128357
I don't understand why you'd give it those odds, seeing as David's a talented unarmed martial artist and Ourg and Baal have only been shown using weapons so far.

>>5128429
Despite what the nips may tell you, size is key in a fight.
Plus I don't know how David feels about beating on women.

>>5128439
If it's just someone beating on a civilian? Death sentence for anyone he catches doing it.
However, a combatant is a combatant regardless of what's between their legs. If they come at you, it's fair game.

>>5128439
Fair but are they bigger than David in the first place?

>>5128446
Ah. An equal opportunity ass-beater I see.
Speaking of David fighting folks though, how's he doing on the odd jobs?

>>5128448
of course they are bigger. Oh hey, it seems I was IP banned from posting images but I can send messages without one. Mods were benevolent. Or they appreciate my superior taste for snake girls and inverted n*pples.

>>5128271
>>Invest 60K, ensure you take at least 50%
>>Head back up to the upper city, check in with the crew
Checking the crew is important. There is always the trope of "and where I returned, they were gone" It is very important to maintian links!!!

>>5128439
One problem. At least in terms of space bullshit. Typically bigger means less gravity means weaker. It's easier to be a gigantic fucking pool noodle in .3 Gs than 1.5 Gs. David has consistently been acknowledged as not only surprisingly heavy but freakishly strong even with his impressive stature. While I'm sure these ladies are strong and not just completely lacking in body fat (except for where it matters) I doubt they'd be pound for pound as strong as David despite being physically larger than him.

And as great of an advantage reach is, if that's the only advantage you have you're gonna have a bad time dealing with someone faster, stronger, and tougher.

We need more data on the psychotic chromatic demonic chicks before we can conclusively measure their physical prowess.

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>>5128622
How about an update to the ol' height chart?

>>5128667
Oh that's much better. Finally a woman David can see eye to eye with. She's pushing seven feet. Impressive. Now we just have to do the knuckle knock test to check for bone density and the good ol fashion sneaky massage to get that muscle density. We already know they have good strong ligaments and connective tissues from the fact she clobbered a big fatso across a room. Big stick means lots of torque. Baseball swings need strong tendons for best results.

Hair pulling is completely optional but does greatly display the strength of various levels of skin toughness. Never neglect your dermis, kids.

>>5128667
Is Clank gonna accidentally his own harem of Oni girls by the end of this?

>>5128667
By excluding clank and sanig, you have courted death. My bitcoin assassin will be there by the end of the week.

>>5128667
TF is sanig, clank, and our Janitor?

>>5128970
>>5128765
I mean clearly it was a list of the potential fuckbuddies as compared to David but if you want to add Sanig and Clank to the list...

>>5129099
Who cares about the Horny, Give me a size chart of everyone we have.

>>5129102
>who cares about the horny
I don't understand why you came to a "Humanity FUCK yeah" quest.

>>5129107
to kill xenos

Kek, i didn't expect anyone to care, but alright. The next height chart update will include the boys as well.

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Alright, sorry to say but this will probably be your update for today. I need to go over a few things anyways, so it is what it is.
In the meantime, let me know if there's anything you lads would be interested in seeing. No, i'm still not writing smut.

>>5129464
You forgot SHODAN

>>5129479
SHODAN is a cube of black metal the size of a basketball

>>5129464
I want more smut though. Gobbo is best smut bait, at least until Cylia gets her big girl britches on and asks for a shot.

>>5129488
And a Ship, the size chart is her insides.

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>>5129464
>gildur with a broom
kek

QM, been meaning to ask for a while, considering pic related, how much of all aliens don't understand conditional hypotheticals, given they have smooth brains and all?

>>5129543
There's a reason a lot of them are relegated to unskilled labor, just to keep them busy.
There are no burger flippers out there, but there are a lot of people standing around keeping the salad bar topped off.

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>>5129547
I see, so that's why most greys just fuck off and try to avoid contact. Better than to interact with a galactic sized quasi-idiocracy.

>>5129543
How the fuck can you not understand "If you - then what"? It's literally just imaginary cause and effect.

>>5129572
Nigs be like that.

>>5129543
>That pic
...Hungry?

>>5129572
sometimes its how you word the sentence, sometimes....they just can't. its similar to some people being unable to imagine images in their head or lacking an internal monologue; they just can't

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>>5129572
Probably something related to how well developed are the centers of reasoning and pattern recognition.
You know that thing where you imagine an apple?
How people imagine varies, some see a clear defined picture, some do not see anything at all ever. Maybe that also applies to general logic.
Once you hit a critical point, you just stop seeing it altogether.
At that point you might as well ask them to imagine a new color, they won't fathom either.

>>5129627
Heh, beat me to it.

>>5129627
sounds kinda like alzheimers, that shit is scary man and we are living with them on top of that

>>5129464
reminder that sanig is the perfect size to wear in a backpack so he can watch our backs while we watch his back

>>5129740
>Sanig turns David into a mounted option
That would be cool as shit, make an armored carrier backpack to the Power Armor, and we can ride into battle! Or Cylia can be carried in it too.

>>5129818
>>5129740
Im reminder of the tactical halfling backpack carrier. We can make this work lol.

>>5129627
>>5129631
>imagine being so dumb you don't think with dialog or images.
Acutaly, how tf can someone process information without it... do they speak aloud everything they think?

>>5129740
Now that I think about, David in his power armor is probably large enough to have a turret mounted on his back.

>>5129926
>Acutaly, how tf can someone process information without it... do they speak aloud everything they think?
Oh no that's the thing, they don't think much at all. And when they do think, you can see the wheels turning slower than shit.

>>5129973
>the little hamster that could running his ass off
>oh shit yeah if I get shot I could die, thanks homie

>>5129973
how can you LIVE without thinking damn it. Do people zone out (something that might happen to you for seconds until there is some stimuli) their whole waking hours?

>>5130000
Look at hood rats, jews, or communists. They are people in shape only.

>>5130036
Bro just look at the Chinese. Even a thousand years ago they'd just nod along when someone said something strongly enough because of muh "heaven's mandate". Jesus.

>>5130097
that's most people, really. shout at them hard enough and they do whatever you tell them to.

>>5130107
The only difference is the Chinese built their culture around it. At least other regions had the decency of excuses mixed in. "I come from a noble family" or "The gods have spoken to me" or some other wacky shit. The Mandate of Heaven is literally "I won. Therefore I own everything" which is nuts.

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>>5129488
That reminds me, we need to show the crew some Earth sports sometime.
>"Wow David...warfare on your planet looks intense."
>"Warfare? What? No, this is just football."
>"Foot...ball?"
>"It's a sport on my home planet. They aren't trying to kill each other."
>"Are you absolutely sure?"
>"Just wait till you see boxing. SHODAN! PULL UP THE MIKE TYSON FOOTAGE!"
>pic related

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>>5130194
they'll have a blast with wrestling.
>what do you mean this is choreographed?!?
>but it looks so real!

>>5130194
>SHODAN! PULL UP THE MIKE TYSON FOOTAGE!"
>Yeah so chimps right? Look at how crazy muscular they are. They're strong as hell. They'll rip your nuts off. Have you ever tried DMT?

>>5130204
>"Look at him! Off the top rope and-"
>"Oh...that looked bad. I think he may have really gotten hurt."
>"He's just selling the move is all. This guy's great at it."
>"BUT HE'S LOSING SO MUCH BLOOD!"
>"It's fiiiiiiine. He just sliced his forehead with a razor is all."
>"HOW IS THAT ANY BETTER?!"

>>5130212
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9hMp65SzyTU
>wow, gotta admit that the padding to soften his fall were pretty well hidden
>what padding?

>>5129543
Does anyone have links to actual research on the IQ conditional hypotheticals thing? A quick Google finds nothing and honestly it sounds like bullshit. "Under 90" is too large of a range for good analysis, and anon's post would mean that the average American in like 1960 wouldn't have been able to understand conditional hypotheticals, which seems unlikely.

>>5130307
>source: just trust me bro

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>>5130307
The post that anon wrote made some marginal sense with a lot of asterisks and it would explain the behavior of a lot of people. How credible it is however,

>"The stories and information posted here are artistic works of fiction and falsehood."
>"Only a fool would take anything posted here as fact."

Would also be interested in this phantom research if anyone finds it somehow.

>>5129926
I used that example to make a parallel, but as far as I know, as a general rule, not thinking with a voice or images doesn't correlate to lack of intelligence. I cannot say about both together though.
When the apple thing became more popular that became a common topic among people I knew for a little while, based on conversations with those people, here are the completely legit™ conclusions I had:

>Overall Intelligence didn't factor. We'll consider everyones IQ being average.
>People with more artistic and creative personalities had either good or very good mental pictures, scoring low.
>People with more interest and/or working on STEM mostly scored higher on the scale, either seeing well enough on black and white, poorly, seeing an abstraction of it or not seeing at all.
>People with no overt leanings scored all over the place, so, inconclusive
That makes me think the mental picture, how well we see it, and if we see one at all, is related somehow to which side of the brain is your dominant half. People right dominant, which is the half more creativity focused, could see the picture better, on the other hand, people left dominant, which is the half responsible more for logic, saw the picture worse. If anyone knows of research on this topic I would be interested in it also.

How do you guys see it? Use the numbers of that pic. Say which field or interests are.
Myself, I'm between 3 and 4, closer to 4. I see black and white but although the 'image' makes sense it isn't clear at all. More abstract. Thus, in between 3 and 4. My field is Engineering.

>>5130560
im between 1 and 2 but i have art and engineering degrees

>>5130610
Clearly you need brain implants to visualize stuff.

>>5129543
I can't help but laugh thinking about this.

>There are these people
>Then there are people who simulate a small universe in their head for the sake of entertainment
>Then there are schizos, who live in a different universe entirely and have a meager physical connection to this one

>>5130560
Can people really visualize things to that level?
I learned to draw after a long while. I use references to figure how things should look here n there.

But I never actually VISUALIZE the thing. I do pretty well with mental 3d object orientation tests, but I dont' actually.... SEE the object I guess? I can figure out where the lighting/shading on a drawing should be, but I can't PRE visualize it in that level of quality. Not even in outline.

I can't comprehend actually being able to mentally literally see things. Like what the fuck. Is that shit even trainable?

If relevant, I'm a computer engineer (between software and hardware) who tinkers with shit. And obviously there's creative components to me, but I'm not visualizing things short of dreams where it at last feels like I've seen things in high rez.

>>5128268

Having gotten the information you wanted, you head back to collect your winnings, which you receive in the form of Latinum.
Each members of the crew earned a meager thousand credits each, with a little over a thousand going towards the ship.

Hopefully the second round will be more fruitful, but you won't be able to bet on it until tomorrow, right before the match.
Right now, you have nothing you need to do. You could check in on the crew, but they all seemed fine... or maybe you could wander a bit and see what the locals have to offer?
Well, you've seen the place and you aren't expecting much. Perhaps you could find some black market weapons, but there's no need for that at the moment.

Instead, you decide to head back to the underground arena and see what else they've got going on today.
When you enter, you find Ourg sitting at the reception desk, her feet kicked up on the counter while she leans back in her chair. She's reading local news articles, it seems.

When you enter, she addresses you without looking up.

"Your match isn't until tomorrow, Clark."

"...Came to watch... other events."

Ourg raises an eyebrow and looks up at you.

"Well, you're at the wrong entrance. Patrons enter through the front of the arena building itself. It's one street over. 50 credits for a day pass, 20 for a single event."

>Thank her for the information and be on your way
>Ask if you can't just watch from the waiting room, since you're a contestant anyways
>Ask if there's any particular event that she thinks would be interesting
>Write-In?

>>5130627
We all go to another world when we sleep. I guess there's a little schizo in all of us.

>>5130753
>>Ask if there's any particular event that she thinks would be interesting
Does she like long walks in the rivers of enemy blood? Getting caught in artillery barrages?

>>5129631
waait... is this why furries pay so much for "art"?

They're extremely over represented in IT and it seems most are in STEM fields.

>>5130753
>>Ask if you can't just watch from the waiting room, since you're a contestant anyways
>>Ask if there's any particular event that she thinks would be interesting

worst she can say is no. No sense trying to smash the money maker when they're not being belligerent.

>>5130758
Yeeep, they're broken minds lend themselves to those fields.

>>5130753
I'll support this>>5130761
If we can skip paying, cool.

>>5130752
I can picture objects and even entire 3D spaces in my head pretty easily. Even rotate and fly through them like i'm looking at them in a 3D renderer.
Weird thing is, it'll actually override my vision. My eyes can be open, but the image coming in from my eyes goes dark while i'm doing that. I guess because i'm using my visual cortex for something else, and it can't handle both.

That's what i do when i'm writing a scene for the quest, as well. I'm picturing the events as i type them out.

>>5130752
at this point im pretty sure its just a random thing that changes from person to person

>>5130758
sort of? furries tend to pay a lot for commissions because:
-its a niche market
-have well paying jobs
-they tend to have tons of disposable cash
so they tend to pay artists what they're really worth because they don't have the need to be cheap bastards

>>5130771
>so they tend to pay artists what they're really worth
I dunno. There are some shit artists that charge quite a bit out there.

>>5130767
That's the thing. I've GMed for a few games. I can 'visualize' how a town should look and what not, but not to the extent of actually seeing it? Like being able to know how things look, but not literally seeing it in front you.

Similarly with human anatomy (which I learned via a VR program (sharecare VR you). I know where the bones are, how they should look, how they interact and all that stuff... but I can't literally see/animate it from the minds eye. I can draw it from my thoughts of how it looks, but it isn't literally a visualization I can see?

I don't even know how to explain that.

>>5130779
Have you ever been able to lucid dream? I have.
It may just have to do with how much control you have over your own brain, who knows.

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>>5130773
true, but that's not really the artist's problem. if they keep getting commissions at their current price, they don't need to lower their prices because the buyers believe they are worth that even when compared to other artists.
like, the price of pic related is fucking egregious to me because i know people that can do way better for less money, but i can't really help but applaud that this dude managed to sell a fucking image for that much money.

>>5130753
>Ask if you can't just watch from the waiting room, since you're a contestant anyways
>Ask if there's any particular event that she thinks would be interesting

>>5130786
Haven't really tried lucid dream...

I can reliably dream if I'm rested and sleeping and stuff, dunno about lucid dreaming. Maybe I should pick up trying to draw the moment I wake up...

>>5130753
>Ask her if there's any particular event she thinks would be interesting
>Invite her to come along and we'll pay if she answers

>>5130793
yo what the fuck bro

that shit just isn't fair

>>5130807
Furries ruin everything.

>>5130807
>>5130809
don't blame the artist. blame the clients that are eager and willing to pay that much

>>5130817
I know, that's what I just said.

>>5130753
>Ask if you can't just watch from the waiting room, since you're a contestant anyways
If not, tell her she reminds you of a sub species of humans called Jews.

Alright, go ahead and roll 1d100, best of 3.
DC:35

Rolled 9 (1d100)

>>5131001

Rolled 7 (1d100)

>>5131001

Rolled 55 (1d100)

>>5131001

>>5131020
Oh thank god.

>>5131005
>>5131016
Desu

>>5130767
>"My vision fades to black"
>Doesn't realize his eyes roll back into his head
>CochraneQM goes ahegao without noticing
>He goes ahegao while writing updates