>>5285508
> Knock off candies, like Seseer Squares, Chocolate and Nutella mix, which in itself is redundant - Sweet Children, Jocks candy, and Eminems. Honestly, weren't really thinking things through when you bought all of this

>>5285508
>KILLING BLOW: Your gut has been beaten and stabbed way more times than should be necessary to put someone down. Damn near got disemboweled.
>SUPPLIES: What DKN said.

a wand that actually does (weak as f*ck) real magic

>>5285508
Supporting >>5285579

>>5285508
>agent
>alphabet company
>HeartQM
Is this what I think it is?

>Killing Blow: A throbbing pain in your chest. Every breath feels like being squeezed by the hand of a giant; there's definitely a few broken ribs bouncing around in there.
>Supplies: A half-pint tub of instant coffee. Expensive for its size, but that's the price you pay for quality.

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Rolled 19 (1d100)

>>5285611
Yes.
>>5285508
Going to roll for THREAT rating and will write shortly (10~ minutes).

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>>5285528
>>5285579
>>5285594
>>5285603
>>5285611
>KILLING BLOW: Gut Harvest
>$20 DOLLARS: CANDY!!1! :D

A shake of your plastic bag of goodies is the assurance that all is right with the world.

With the recent replacement of S Company, you count yourself very lucky — you might just be holding the very last pieces of offbrand chocolate in the entire City! (A collector's fortune!)

A few slams on metal snap you out of your creamy, chocolate-y daydreams.

"There's no mistaking that smell." Louis chuckles before holding up his pickaxe. "Stay on track with us, alright?"

"I think we're fucked," Mitch deadpans.

The door crumples inwards and the nightmares come spilling through...

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Rolled 4, 1, 2, 6, 6, 2, 4, 4 = 29 (8d6)

>>5285648
>>5285620
INCIDENT THEME: https://youtu.be/LRtHefN34CA (LISA: The Vegaful OST - Confrontation With A Grey Tiding Foe)

Antique gas masks, obfuscation barely masking murderous intent. They come in a trio, toolboxes in hand. GHOULS. They come for you with inhuman hate and destruction.

Mitch is almost beaten to death on the spot.

His cast iron shovel goes CLANG, CLANG, CLANG with every deflected blow.

His screams echo insanely within the tight confines of the boiler room.

Your guts begin to squirm with anticipation - a filthy, foreign feeling. This place feels like immurement already.

Letting the fear of death empower you, you leap into action and...
>How do you want to PROCEED with this assault?

HOME TEAM (YOU)
???, Louis C. Acicula, Louis C. Acicula

AWAY TEAM (THE ENEMY)
Gregory Smith, Roxanne Winters, Holf Ditler

[I intended to use a more robust combat system, but I realized it was too convoluted to depict six dudes wailing on each other in close quarters combat and it was too cumbersome for /qst/'s format. I'm sleeping now.]

>>5285700
ADDENDUM:
1. IGNORE the 8d6. Very complicated...
2. "... fear of second death..."
3. >Please roll 1d100 for each member of the Home Team.

>>5285700
>HOLD UP A SINGULAR PIECE OF CHOCOLATE. TRY TO BRIBE THEM WITH IT.

Rolled 54 (1d100)

>>5285700
2 Louis? Whack.
>Well, if the poor bastard's already dying, you may as well make use of what he's got. Grab his shovel and work a fighting retreat; tight confines means they can't surround you.

Rolled 76 (1d100)

>>5285728
whoops, forgot about the 1d100 thing. here we go.

Rolled 97 (1d100)

>>5285704
>Whack them to death

Rolled 42, 47 = 89 (2d100)

>>5285700
>>5285728
>>5285878
>>5285898
>>5286082
I'll take the highest of the three as both gospel and winning vote.
You are an Agent: the sheer expectation hangs off your action like a camera filming...

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>>5285700
>>5286082
>>5286657
... slam into the closest grey man with grand momentum and drive the bastard straight into the ground! You follow up by hammering his throat with your free hand. Panic sets in as his airway closes inwards without much fuss. Utterly efficient to the point of gut-churning nausea. You don't think you had that in you before...

You turn to see the second Louis capitalizing on the distraction to swing his shovel as hard as possible, cracking another Ghoul upside the head! His partner rushes over and slams the pickaxe head into her neck, the monster crumpling to the floor without a word.

The last man standing very wisely rushes off into the relative safety of the outside tunnels...

The relief of the room is palpable, but the tension is still electric. The two Louises convene and mutter among themselves, with a few pointed glances and whispers directed at your direction.

While a strange moment of disquiet runs through you, your City slicker instincts kick in and you rummage through the dead man's pockets.

ACQUISITIONS:
$8 (ink-stained)
Emergency air tank
Screwdriver (Phillips)
A half-eaten Big Mac (how did he..?)

You almost consider taking the emptied toolbox before Louis the first shakes your shoulder.

"Hey, we gotta go! This place is crawling with these freaks."

"You guys can lead me to the surface?"

"This is completely unexplored territory and a Black Zone to boot." Louis points to the open doorway. "The further we can get away from here, the better. We can fill you in on the rest when it's safer."

>What is the Agent's strongest SUIT in resolving conflict?
- [HANDS] Put away your treats and rush after the lone survivor. Finishing off the witness will probably prevent the future avenging plot.
- [HEARTS] Listen quietly for your pursuers' footsteps and prepare to lose them through the cancer of their own maintenance tunnels. Nothing should be heard but the deep breathing of the City.
- [EYES] Try to look for hiding spots in the nooks and crannies in this labyrinth of tunnels. A moment of reflection can create more options when there can't be any.
- [TEETH] Catch your breath and prepare to run after the more experienced Sanitechs into the darkness of the suburban layer. The stench of million-mile sewage burns your eyes and coats your tongue, but you'll survive, you must survive, as you always have done.
>Write in.

>>5286775
>[HEARTS]

>>5286775
>[HEART]
How fitting.

>>5286775
>[EYES]

>>5286775
>Write in.
- [CLUBS] The odd-man out, esoteric knowledge befits the even stranger world you now found yourself in. Weird friends point the way through the maze of life, sensing a kindred spirit.

>>5286775
Supporting >>5287542

>>5287542
I like a good writein. Supporting this instead

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>>5286775
>>5286793
>>5286860
>>5287279
>>5287542
>>5287575
>>5287783
PARADIGM CHAIN
ORGAN: {TEETH} -> ASPECT: [CLUBS]

{TEETH} - Grit, constitution, implacability. The power to e-endure. (You feel your guts writhing...)
[CLUBS] - Camaraderie, a Smile Shining in the Dark, the Salt and the Scum of the Earth. O my friends! We are born to work together, like the two rows of teeth, upper and lower, crooked and straight. (This is your PECULIARITY.)

Despite treading onto new slick grounds, despite the miles of endless sewage, despite your intestines suddenly feeling like crap...

You don't even have a gas mask and you're the one setting the pace. The lurid red emergency lights and the Divers' headlamps guide your steps. Left, right, left, following the subtle marks carved into the walls and other oddities that the two point out.

You have no clue what fresh hell awaits you on the City streets, but while you are down here under foot, in the veins of the earth, the only way forward to put trust into your incidental companions. After that, things may become more difficult.

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>>5288364
And, all at once, comes the feeling of safety. The two men bow their heads as they turn the handwheel and pass through the hatched door. The pipes here are covered in dried flowers and epitaphs. You stand at the doorway for a moment, then cross yourself as you follow.

A graveyard.

https://youtu.be/xJLqDwjIZ2E (Resident Evil OST - Save Heaven (Acoustic Guitar Arrangement)

A bit further in the room was a little supply room, and you've got your grubby little hands on a filthy, usable gas mask and an electric lantern. Unfortunately, still no proper hazmat equipment.

This suit was a friggin rental...

While you had a little privacy, you checked down there and regretted doing so. Your intestines are mess and you can see it from the outside, a study in sutures and a riot in scar tissue. It feels uncomfortably warm to the touch. It's a wonder how you're still walking so easily.

"Hey Louis," you call over, with a few questions in mind.

"Hmmm?" His body language is unreadable.

"Yeah, you. You're Louis. I'm talking to you."

"It's Mitch. Mitchell C. Squam from the Department of Health and Sanitation. Your local neighborhood Shitman." He lets out a grunt and points a thumb to the occupied disinfection shower in the corner. It seems much cleaner than the surrounding pipes. "He's Louis. Say, you hit your head and fall into an open manhole? We're at least half a mile underground; a Suit like you is a long way from home."

"It's a bit of a long story, so-"

"Just give it to me straight,
>Jackass. (Male.)
>Bitch. (Female.)
Skip around all the fancy classified stuff if you want. Talk."

>How did you DIE? (This will determine your BACKGROUND and a bonus.)
- Reviewing the ledgers in Accounting when you noticed something that didn't quite add up... (Clerk -> EYES)
- Tracking down an anomaly as part of Acquisitions... (Officer -> HANDS)
- You were given a piece of shit weapon from "Liquidations" and told to knock a few heads straight... (Trouble Shooter/Fixer/Crazed Gunman/"We are holding our annual naming competition, please make up your fucking minds."/etc. -> A damn fine weapon of your choice)
- Write in. (Include a fancy job title, as desired.)

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>>5288391
"Hey, how are you holding up?" Louis comes out, looking and smelling much better without a layer of crap sticking to his body. "Mitch bust your chops?"

"Well, the less said the better." He bust them up good, fuck. The follies of your life choices are seared by his laughter. "He's always like that?"

"He's a little shy around strangers, but he's well trained and housebroken, yeah," Louis raises his voice mockingly and you snicker as Mitch's silhouette makes several rude gestures. "But I trust him with my life. A good man and a good arm."

"So, what's your plan for getting out of here?"

"After he's done cleaning up and repairing his gear, we'll be heading back out. This resupply point is pretty far down. We won't be able to come back here until the current situation is resolved." He reaches around his back and takes the boxy communications set. "Me and Mitch were split from the rest of our unit during an ambush. No signal from either the Captain or HQ, so we're trying to try and regroup further upwards."

"You think it could be another blackout on the surface?" With the current state of P Company, it's no wonder that the power crisis is getting worse and worse. That's probably why they hired you in the first place.

"They could be cutting some of the wires, but puncturing a pipe this far down is too big of a risk. The phenomenon could be anomalous in origin. Hm."

>How do you want to proceed?
- "Northern tunnels have less overt dangers, but there is more anomalous activity in the region. The topography is... unusual to say the least. Stay on your feet."
- "A lot of things fall down in the southern canals. Faster to travel through, but some things survive the journey down here. And there's sewer gators."
- "The West is absolutely crawling with Ghouls. Something has been riling them up, but we can sneak past the main groups. Suspiciously quiet as of late, I don't like it."
- "We don't go East anymore."

- Ask Louis something?
- Ask Mitch something?
- Look through the storerooms for something in particular?
- Write in?

>And the air supply?
- Use the emergency air tank. Small, but it works.
- {TEETH} [STIFF UPPER LIP - Challenging] Grin and bear it. You've already done it once.

Burger. In your pocket. Comforting food out from the golden arches.
>What do?
- {TEETH} [MOUTH SWEET - Legendary] CONSOOM THE SEWER BURGER.
- Save it for later.
- Write in.

[I'll count the votes, then call for the rolls when everyone's through and write up a rough stats sheet. Seems like I'm sticking with a d100.]

>Jackass. (Male.)
>Tracking down an anomaly as part of Acquisitions... (Officer -> HANDS)
>"Northern tunnels have less overt dangers, but there is more anomalous activity in the region. The topography is... unusual to say the least. Stay on your feet."
>Look through the storerooms for something in particular? (Check for food and flashlights, hopefully even an extra beatstick. Who knows what junk they've got down here.)
>Mitch - "Good arm, huh? Got any specialties?"
>Louis - "What's a Depth Diver like you do?"
>{TEETH} [STIFF UPPER LIP - Challenging] Grin and bear it. You've already done it once.
>Take a small nibble of the bun and patty, just to keep your guts churning. A little motivation to power through the gas.

>>5288489
+1

>>5288489
+1

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>>5288408
[Alright. Looks like time is winding down.

Here are the rolls, in chronological order:
- 1d100, simple roll to determine loot quality and quantity. Guaranteed to get something of use.
- 1d100 + 5 {TEETH}, ORGAN check to determine not gassing out over the journey. STIFF UPPER LIP is UNCHAINED.
- 1d100, no bonuses to this roll, will determine travel progress and possible encounters.

INFORMATION: Success in a roll is determined by the following formula:
d100 dice result + {called ORGAN(S)} + [called ASPECT if chained] + (any modifiers).

INFORMATION: Succeeding in rolls invoking unchained ASPECTS will gain progress towards Acquiring/internalizing the ASPECT (three successes to Acquire), while getting a critical roll (100) will instantly develop it. Essentially, test yourself to develop more traits and to get better in those fields, which can open up more options. Cannibalizing Disco Elysium, Fallen London, and the dear fallen Madness Project Nevada Quest.

I must deeply apologize for the character generation over FOUR FECKING DAYS. I got extremely excited and crammed too much at the forefront. I will proceed with a cooler mind.]

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>>5288809
- 1d100 + 5 {TEETH}, ORGAN check to determine not gassing out over the journey. STIFF UPPER LIP is UNCHAINED. One REROLL is permitted.

[Forgot to mention...

INFORMATION: Getting stronger ORGANS is pretty neat. You get a general bonus (smaller than ASPECTS, however) applied to ALL relevant rolls and unique perks, narrative and dice-wise. For example, your single pip in {TEETH} would mean one reroll for a [CLUBS] check.]

>>5288489
+1

Rolled 72 (1d100)

>>5288809
>>5288820
First roll to kick this off in case you were calling for rolls

>>5288809
>>5288911
[Yes. Calling for the two more rolls (and perhaps a reroll).]

Rolled 77 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>5288820

Rolled 69 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>5288820

Rolled 37 (1d100)

>>5288809
>Madness Project Nevada Quest
RIP Rich

>>5289372
EMPLOYEE OF THE MONTH

Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>5288809

>>5288408
>>5288489
>>5288508
>>5288556
>>5288821
>>5288911
>>5288924
>>5288942
>>5289524
[Writing now.]

>>5289372
>>5289523
[Godspeed you, Rich, you MAG(loving)nificent bastard! The Employee of the Month...]

>>5289808
based

>>5289808
[Tomorrow. Have to sleep, traveling early. Apologies, plead to your patience for now.]

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>Background - AGENT

Hello, hello? Hey, kid. You're up, take a seat.

We're gonna take it real simple, dead simple for youse intern types.

First, eat this pill. It'll give you the extra power you'll need to get the job through.

"Squirmed all the way down?" Pfft, don't worry about it, all the other newbies today said the same thing.

Second, here's your big galumphing MISSION: bring back something neat and report back to Acquisitions when you do. Here's a hint: don't bite off more than you chew, haha.

What's with that look, kid? You look like you're about to throw up. Relax.

This ain't really much of a job interview in the first place. We just don't have the manpower on account of all the internal politics and bullshit on the streets. So whoever makes this cut, we're gonna welcome with wide open arms.

So uh, take it easy and stay excellent, little man. Peace, peace!

Also! Don't forget to return the containment cube and the anomaly tracker, cause it's on my ass if you don't. It doesn't need to be yours either. Yeah.

PARADIGM CHAIN
ORGAN: {HANDS}

{HANDS +} - VIOLENCE, physique, restraint. The measure of things the Agent does to other people. (You feel a sense of focus and purpose.)

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>Check for food and flashlights, hopefully even an extra beatstick. Who knows what junk they've got down here.
>72

"Hey, I'm going to look through the storage for more supplies."

"Just tell us when you're ready."

"Mmm."

There was another door further into storage you didn't see earlier due to the uneven lighting.

It takes a moment to get used to the chemical stench of rotten eggs and gasoline. There's shelves and shelves of industrial barrels and a handful of toolheads completely warped by heavy use.

In the corner is a growth of fungus that you're pretty sure just breathed inwards. Best not touch...

It's the taste of disappointment - all the crates have been all been picked through already. You can't figure out a way to unload the canisters without crushing yourself either.

One last check of the remnants show some promise, items with immediate effects: a solid piece of pipework, somehow untouched sandwich rations, and a glass bottle with its lighter. There are also unfamiliar scrap parts, but you opt to leave them due to the weight and weirdness.

Thank God for all the wonderful space that comes in your pockets! (Even if it is just a rental, Smith makes damn fine suits.)

ACQUISITIONS:
- Broken Pipe (+5 to VIOLENCE type rolls)
- Three units of rations (can be eaten outside of combat to restore some BLOOD)
- Firebomb (can be used to share fire for everyone!)
- Lighter

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>Take a small nibble of the bun and patty, just to keep your guts churning. A little motivation to power through the gas.

A quick thumbs up informs Louis and Mitch to make their final equipment checks.

Before you enter the depths, you decide to take one last look at your latest procurement. A small snack to keep another hunger alive.

The burger feels slick and cold and soft, much wetter than you expected with something much more than just simple grease. The smell is sweet and overpowering. And yet...

[MOUTH SWEET] The patty calls to you, speaking warmly. You can already feel the meat sweat on your face, your hands. Everything feels intoxicating and in focus, primed and rare and all red inside. There is a fast food freshness here, a vitality that can only come from the depths of a backrooms freezer.

>{TEETH} [MOUTH SWEET - AUTOMATIC SUCCESS] YOU NEED TO EAT THE BURGER NOW.
>{TEETH} [DC 65] No, no NO! Put the Big Mac away immediately.
>Write in.

"Hey, Louis. The kid, should we stop him?"
"Look at his face. You ever heard about waking up the sleepwalkers?"
"I get the picture."

>>5293250
>{TEETH} [DC 65] No, no NO! Put the Big Mac away immediately.

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>NORTHERN TUNNELS
>37
>{TEETH} [STIFF UPPER LIP - DC 60] Grin and bear it. You've already done it once.
>82 -> Challenging: Success!

https://icefishing.bandcamp.com/track/strung-red-rogue-remix (Red Rogue OST - Strung)

The stench shatters your senses. The pouring of countless drains and sewers, flowing from the City above and further upwards, down into the network you are enmeshed in. Warmth and human waste. You barely keep your guts from turning inside out.

"Hey dumbass! Get your air tank on! It's too dangerous to just-"

[STIFF UPPER LIP] You stand up tall and take a measured breath in. There's no other choice otherwise. You only have so much clean air to use, and your new allies can't transfer without gear that they currently don't have. Just grin once more, Agent, and power on through...

The safe room has been locked, with keycodes and a terminal that seem decades ahead of the current technology. There's nowhere to run but forward from here on out.

"Let's move."

[STIFF UPPER LIP is increasing: .--] (1/3 successes before internalization.)

>>5293250
>{TEETH} [MOUTH SWEET - AUTOMATIC SUCCESS] YOU NEED TO EAT THE BURGER NOW.

>>5293250
>{TEETH} [DC 65] No, no NO! Put the Big Mac away immediately.

>>5293430
Is....is there a second update?

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>37

The carpet of snail shells crushes unpleasantly underfoot. The crack crack crack echoes, echoes, echoes, threatening to expose you to whoever is listening. Everyone has his weapon ready.

Your meager collective light only goes a few feet. The stone tunnel seems to stretch infinitely into the darkness. Smells sweet and rotting and full of life, as if a garden was abandoned in this pit. Still breathable, mercifully.

The march continues. No one speaks. Suddenly too little oxygen to spare. The tension is too much to break through.

At the front, Louis stops and points. There's a light at the end of the tunnel, only a few yards away. Through open doorway is a turnstile and a barred gate, just like the ones at the entrances of T Company's subways. Safety? Mitch starts to hurry forward to join him.

Rusted metal creaks. You turn and take a sharp breath. The door right fucking beside you opens and the hands, so many hands, reach out. <For a moment, you freeze up with the pipe in hand.> Someone begins to scream.

INCIDENT THEME: https://youtu.be/hTEwP1TlBUs (Fear & Hunger OST - Muted Aggression)

>How are you going to resolve the Incident?
- {HANDS} Light the firebomb and throw, with all your strength!
- {HANDS} + {TEETH} Swing like hell!
- [CLUBS] VS <GUTLESS> Calm down! Attempt to appease the monster.

HOME TEAM
The Agent, Louis C. Acicula, Mitchell C. Squam

AWAY TEAM
Marked 11 of Spades

[INFORMATION: You may invoke your ORGANS and ASPECTS freely during the voting phase. Write-ins that don't make those calls will automatically be given them during the rolling phase. Experiment!]

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>>5295174
[Add "-Write-in." to the ">How are you going to resolve the Incident?" prompt. In fact, you can do write-ins unless the prompt states otherwise.]
>>5294470
[Yes. Jet lag fucked my sleeping schedule, and I drank beer in the middle of the update. My apologies.]

Here is a rough stat sheet for the Agent.

PERSONNEL FILE

ORGAN MANIFEST:
{TEETH +} Grit, fortitude, instinct. The power to e-endure every punch the world throws, and to just do what comes natural. (+1 Reroll. Allows the Agent to make a saving throw on the verge of death.)

[CLUBS, a PECULIARITY] Camaraderie, a Smile Shining in the Dark, the Salt and the Scum of the Earth. A knack for making friends in the unlikeliest places, one way or another. (+20 to social rolls with freaks, cryptids, and other entities. Opens new options due to your weird esprit de corps.)

[STIFF UPPER LIP .--] Bravado in the face of danger? Public unshow of pain? ??? 1/3 successes to internalize.

{HANDS +} VIOLENCE, physique, restraint. The measure of things the Agent does to other people. (+1 Reroll. Allows the Agent to take a hit for others... or make others take the hit for him.)

["DISEASE OF MIND"] The polite term. Fundamental in all relationships, due to being endemic to the native City population. (Recorded for posterity. No bonuses.)

KILLING BLOW: <GUTTED> ???

THOUGHTS: head empty...

INVENTORY:
- $8 (ink-stained)
- 30 pieces of S-pecial candy(!!!)
- Phillips Screwdriver
- RONALD MCDONALDS PRESENTS: THE BIG MAC
- Three units of rations (can be eaten outside of combat to restore some BLOOD)
- Firebomb
- Lighter

EQUIPPED:
- Broken pipe (+5 to VIOLENCE type rolls.)
- Rental S-uit (No bonuses!)
- Electric lantern (Will stay lit for three more arbitrary units of time. Light will keep you alive...)
- Emergency air tank with breath mask (Allows you to breath easy if internals are set.)

[INFORMATION: A PECULIARITY is the Agent's Signature Talent, his specialty, the performance derived from innate talent and lifetime of use.

For seeing through my little trick earlier, you received both a level pip in TEETH and [CLUBS] as a Signature talent.]

[INFORMATION: The KILLING BLOW affects the Agent's behavior and hinders his ability to accept certain ASPECTS. What this specifically entrails is something to chew on...]

>>5295174
>{CLUBS} + {STIFF UPPER LIP} vs <GUTLESS> Stare coldly at the hands and offer it a handshake. After all, that's the proper way to greet someone.

>>5295174
>- [CLUBS] VS <GUTLESS> Calm down! Attempt to appease the monster.

>>5293250
>>5293312
>>5293721
>>5293879
No BIG MAC update roll?

>>5295199
I like this
+1

>>5295188
>For seeing through my little trick earlier
lol which one?

>>5295199
I agree with this, though I think we should say something too. Complete silence is easy to misinterpret.
>"Steady there. This doesn't need to go badly, for any of us."

>>5295727
+1 this too

>>5295199
I like this idea. Makes sense in this nonsensical world.

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Rolled 99 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

Here are the rolls, in chronological order:
- RESIST THE REDDENING LURE.
>1d100 + 5 {TEETH} vs DC 65.
>+1 reroll from {TEETH}.

- Compose yourself and establish a good first impression.
>1d100 + 20 [CLUBS] + 5 {TEETH} vs DC (this post's roll + 10 <NERVOUS>).
>+1 reroll from {TEETH}.

>>5295188
[Forgot to mention, so an addendum to the Personnel File:]

The Agent
5/5 {BLOOD} How far you are from losing your head. Your physical health pool. Cannot be invoked... (+1 from {TEETH}, +1 from {HANDS}.)
3/3 {NERVES} How far you are from losing your cool. Your mental health pool. Cannot be invoked...

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>>5295969
[HOLY SHIT.]

Rolled 80 (1d100)

>>5295969
Natty 100, don't fail us now.

Rolled 43 (1d100)

>>5295969
Rolling

>>5296219
[One more anon, the Agent has a reroll. For the love of God!]

Rolled 70 (1d100)

>>5296297
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

>>5295969
>DC (this post's roll + 10)
Well fuck

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A shudder, then comes feeling in your body, the revulsion quakes the depths of being.

You break free, cram the burger down your pants pocket, and immediately try to think happier thoughts, like, like, like that weather reporter with big tits. Yeah.

But what the hell was that about!

{TEETH} Cowflesh should not act like that. Should not feel like that.
{HANDS} Use as bait. Use as fuel. Also, what is a cow?
[CLUBS] We just don't know. No one I know does. But to be able to think about it, a cow must necessarily exist, no?

"Hey, c'mon, we don't have much time left," Louis calls over. You focus on his voice, a lifeline pulling you away once again. "The pipes here don't have much fresh air or blood for extraction."

"Not safe, as it turns out," Mitch says, softly. "Not safe."

And so the three of you shove off...

Long after leaving your hand, something about the Big Mac remains, the taste of grease to the back of your throat, the weight of a heavy meal in your stomach...

RATIONALIZATION:
(AFTERTASTE: A SUPERSIZE CONSPIRACY?)
- You smelled this scent before. It was in supermarkets, in soup kitchens, in fast food restaurants, in regular restaurants, in fancy restaurants, in full trash bags by the dozen. The meat sweat collects on your face. You're trembling. You're onto something, something big.

>CONCLUSIONS?
- You can't escape the MEAT industry. You can't stop the MEAT industry. But you can ignore it. Acquire the ASPECT of [APATHY].
- No more, no more. (You think.) None of this processed shit; this bad food, the destroyers of your body, the desensitization of your palette. (You'll miss the taste.) Acquire a THOUGHT of (A Maybe Kinda Sorta Halfway Vegetarianism) - [STICK TO YOUR GUNS+], [COOL-].
- Write in.

[INFORMATION: RATIONALIZING a (THOUGHT) can be used to develop new CHAINED [ASPECTS] or to provide insight and bonuses in even UNCHAINED [ASPECTS]. Or it can simply sit in the back of your mind, like a box of frozen burger patties sitting in the darkness of a walk-in freezer, gorged with potential towards becoming something new and tasty...]

>>5297925
>>5295263
[Addendum:
>80 -> Formidable: Success!
For the Big Mac roll.
I should have resolved the past event first, instead of trying to resolve all conflicts concurrently with a combined roll. I apologize for my formatting confusion.]

>>5297925
>WRITE IN - A wilder palette must be made to get the meat you want. Perhaps some delicious hand meat. Or some delicious meat from an anomaly. Something more...unique.
If that's not a valid write in:
>You can't escape the MEAT industry. You can't stop the MEAT industry. But you can ignore it. Acquire the ASPECT of [APATHY].

>>5297925
backing >>5297958
surely there must be a reason for why all this is so processed, with all the fast transportation of food there must be...

are you OK?

archive it before it dies ffs

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>>5306618
No. I bit off more than I could chew by appropriating Disco Elysium and kept discouraging myself into neurotic proofreading, especially the internal monologue/knowledge bits. I'm sorry to you and the other blokes here. I don't think my apologies will cut it as much as sustained effort and an accountable schedule would be.

I'll post what I have so far either later tonight or tomorrow afternoon.

>>5322638
Archived. Peace, peace!

>>5326229
post archive link pls

>>5326229
ok found it
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Alphabet%20Soup
thanks

>>5326333
damn, i got trips