>>5354220
Summary: You are Arpanet, the goddess of the internet. One day you were invited to compete in the goddess tournament, only to discover that the king gods of each pantheon were planning to test your will since you were a naturally born version of pandora’s box. After escaping the gods you traveled the world, unsure of what would come next. You are now in the realm of the Japanese pantheon. You learned that to have your arm healed you need to seek your closest kin, the Olympians. After beating the Japanese gods, you live your coveted neet life in Korea.

Thread 1: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2022/5154960/

Thread 2: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2022/5206601/

>>5354229
Correction, not in Korea, Arpanet is in now Oklahoma

>>5354220
>Say hi
Do you always come here ?

>>5354229
first time seeing this, will read the archives

>>5354220
>Say hi
May as well be friendly

>>5354220
Holy shit this is back? I thought it'd been dropped. Good to see you back QM! And nice art.
>Write in
>Wait for her to say something

>>5354220
>Say hi
Oh nice this is back! Looks like we aren't insane after opening the door a bit so that's good, hopefully we can fuck with the occult FBI this time around.

>Say hi

This was awkward, here you were, enjoying a bit of fishing. Forgetting about gods and all that. Then, out comes Artemis, still wearing the toga and carrying her bow. The last time you saw her was when you were on the verge of death in that tournament. Just thinking about it pissed you off something fierce.

“Hey Artemis… It’s been a while.”

“So it has.” Artemis said coldly.

The air thickened, and you saw the hounds staring down at you. At worst, you’d piss off as quickly as possible. But if there was one thing about gods, you’d said that they were a bunch of lying cunts.

“How’s Olympus and all that?”

“Fine, and the Japanese pantheons are blaming our grandfather for the uproar you caused.”

“I sure as shit not gonna apologize. That Susanoo slant eyed Jap had it coming.”

Artemis loosened the grip of her bow. You v didn’t want to admit seeing her worrying grimace made you feel like shit. After all, her and Hephaestus were the only two people from Olympus that were decent to you.

“You brutalized him!”

“And he killed innocent servants!” You growled out.

“And you responded with cutting his genitals?” Artemis said angrily. “There is a border of the level of violence You should inflict! What you did was dishonorable!”

“See if I give a damn!”

“That power has already corrupted you.” Artemis said.

“What are you gonna do, call your Greek faggot friends?”

“You’ll come with me to be raised like a true Olympian, or I will drag you myself.”

Your new left arm grew first, the red glowing shape was ready.

Shape of Wrath: With this ability, the shapeless malice is yours to control. You can use the very material of human malice and wrath into armor, weapon, even as a wing, your imagination is its limit, it is yours to control. But be warned, it isn't a god killer ability and you are not invincible.

Second Wind: You can turn your body into gas of your choosing. It is mostly for evading physical attacks and getting away.

>use shape of wrath to beat her and run
>boom it with second wind
>try to convince her that you’re not a threat
>go with her to Olympus
>write in

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>>5354429
>Try to convince her that you're not a threat
>"Can't you people just leave me the fuck alone?"
If that doesn't work...
>use shape of wrath to beat her and run, shape it as a full set of late roman Lorica Hamata,a spatha, and a scuta shield. Veni Vidi Vici.

>>5354429
>boom it with second wind
Use our innate internet goddess powers to play the sonic theme while we do
And so begins the wrath v second wind argument again

>>5354229
Alright, I got in to the aftermath of the Hel fight. Zam man, I will read 1st and then 2nd before voting here. Good keks though.

>>5354429
>try to convince her that you’re not a threat

>>5354429
>boom it with second wind
>I'll only join the Olympians the day Zeus is dead!

>>5354429
>boom it with second wind

>>5355250
>>5355047
>>5354448

Votes counted, meant to type it "book it"

Like hell you were going to stay here. You look up in the air, then left, right, and down. Whatever Artemis feels, lying or not, there was no way you were going to just be a sitting duck. You took a step back.

“Arpanet… don’t you dare.” Artemis warned.

You materialize a flash grenade with your hands behind your back. You pull the pin, but not release the safety pin. Not yet.

“I have no idea what you're talking about.”

“What’s behind your back then?”

“Uh…crystal meth?”

“Then show-“

You tossed the flash grenade and she threw something else that smelled like catnips. You close your eyes and cover your ears. In a span of a second, you turn to your gaseous form and go for the tree lines behind Artemis. From the tree you watch Artemis recover.

“Arpanet? Arpanet!”

It was time for you to gtfo. Look for a better place to fish.

Two weeks later…

You were

>in a strip club in Nebraska
>drunk driving in the middle of the Arizona desert in an off-road atv
>In Greece, they’d never find you when you’re under their nose

>>5355323
>drunk driving in the middle of the Arizona desert in an off-road atv

>>5355323

>in a strip club in Nebraska

The internet is for porn right?

>>5355323
>>drunk driving in the middle of the Arizona desert in an off-road atv

>>5355341
>Support

>>5355323
>drunk driving in the middle of the Arizona desert in an off-road atv

Finished reading both threads, anons really went overboard with denying pp permit, but I don't blame them.

>>5355323
>drunk driving in the middle of the Arizona desert in an off-road atv

>>5355579
>>5355401
>>5355339

>>5355842
votes counted

Two weeks later, you were in the Arizona desert off-roading in an atv. It was a grand old time, sure you didn’t like the pisshole that was Arizona for a bit, but hey it wasn’t that bad once you got used to it. If there was one thing that was shocking between the world between gods and humans was the time flow. It was 2025 when you were in the goddess tournament, then 2030 when you left for the Japanese pantheons. Now, it was 2037. The world changed, it became far more technologically advanced.

Augments, implants, smart guns, changing of the nations. It almost scared you how the world shaped and fucked itself into a near dystopia. America was called the New United States, there was an independent city, and just about everyone had odd implants. The world you were born from was changing, and fast. After your third bottle of gin, you put out a tarp and looked up in the glittering sky. The campfire was cooking a stew and your mouth salivated from the anticipating.

No gods, only men. And scorpions. And snakes. Camping was more fun than you assumed. Not relying on your power made for a fun experience. Well except for the ATV, that thing was too expensive so you just materialized it behind the diner half a week ago. You never thought the lack of internet connection wouldn’t kill you. The perks of being goddess of humanity and the internet, you thought.

Then you heard it, a loud motor echoing in the sky. Two fucking CH-49 Chinhook, and it descended close to you, but not close enough to blow your campfire. The platform of the back lowered, along with two dozen heavily armed soldiers, two men in black were slowly approaching you. The men in black waved at you, and well… then they approached you. They didn’t aim for you, and they were humans. So you might as well entertain them. You sat on the tarp even when the agents arrived to you.

“Good evening ma’am, I’m agent Callahan and this is agent Lee. CIA.”

“And… you need something from me?”

“Yes, if you’re willing to that is. Mind if we sit down?”

“Sure, I don’t own this land.” You said.

Both agents sat, dirtying their pants.

“This is you, isn’t it?”

What the fuck? That’s you, at the back of the diner materializing the atv. How the fuck?

>“No it isn’t.”
>Leave, they can’t stop you
>Write-in

>>5355996
>Write-in
>First, ask how they got that picture. Second, reveal who you are because let's face it, if they have an occult department they might notice something weird about the internet and find out anyway. If they don't believe you show them the footage you got at the goddess tournament...slightly edited of course, can't have it look too embarrassing. Finally ask them what exactly they want from you.

>>5355999
+1

>>5355996
>Yes. I take it you are from America's Occult Department, and not just from the CIA?
>Let's skip to the important part. I'm not just small time cryptid or whatever, I'm an actual goddess, and I just want to be left alone. So do you want something?

>>5355999
>+1

>>5355996
>>5355999
+1

>>5355999
support

>>5355999
>>5356285
>>5356357
>>5356000

Votes counted

“How the hell did you get that picture?”

“That’s classified.”

“Don’t be a spoilt sport,” You sneered. “Well if you have to know I’m a god. Not the big G kind. But a god. The Goddess Of Internet, the reason why your internet works.”

The two agents stared at you in bewilderment, like you just admitted you murdered an alien or something. The surrounding soldiers also seemed confused, despite having their guns pointed at you. Not like it could do any harm.

“You don’t believe me do you?”

Agent Lee smiled affably, though you sensed apprehension from the wrinkles. Were humans always this so obvious? Or was it because you’re a god?

“Do you have any proof?”

The surrounding soldiers and agents watched in pure awe as you materialized your camera, then the project and the TV. You played one of the footage from the tournament, though they still seemed skeptical.

“That’s… an interesting video.”

“Still not convinced?”

“Something like that.” Agent Callahan said. “Though I’m convinced you’re not human.”

You dematerialized them back in a flash. You weren’t going to share the camera without a good reason. It was difficult to tell if that was meant to be an insult or a compliment.

“So are you guys like the CIA or some occult department?”

“No… we don’t.” Agent Callahan said.

“Huh… well what do you want from me?”

“We want you to come with us.” Agent Lee said. “You won’t be harmed, I promise.”

Now that you think about it Lee and Callahan weren’t so bad looking… for humans that is. Then again all gods and goddesses looked at least like a model.

“And if I say no?”

“Then we’ll have to bring you by force,” Agent Callahan. “But I hope it won’t come to that.”

>Go with them
>Go with them, but with your own style (insert how)
>Laugh, and tell them just to try fuck with you
>Laugh, and summon an arsenal, a dozen of those eight-legged military drone would do
>Write in

>>5357066
>Go with them, but with your own style (insert how)
Dowload a car and get in.
>Well, let's get going then. Unless you rather test Terry Davis' lesson and just run you glowies over.

>>5357080
Actually, open the door and motion for then to enter before talking.
Just so they don't think we are trying to escape.

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>>5357080
As for the car, can we manifest.....an ancient design?

>>5357080
>>5357088
+1

>>5357080
>Support
>>5357088
Support that as well if we can suddenly use meme magic or something, though I remember we apparently couldn't manifest stuff like that.

>>5357096
My mind is a sieve for things like that so if that is the case then I'm sure we can come up with something else suitably ridiculous.

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>>5357105
In the first thread QM pretty much told us we couldn't materialize memes or fictional stuff, furthest we could go was "light sci fi" things like exosuits.

What we 100% can do though is use Shape of Wrath to cosplay as Jetstream Sam, cybernetic arm,sword and exosuit included and then bring in the MGRR memes. It's only limited by our imagination so we probably can do some more goofy stuff with it.

>>5357066
>>5357088
+1 Would've picked laugh but I just have to go with this after seeing it, making a statement about how they'd have a hard time forcing us to go is something I want to do though.

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>>5357105
How about this?
One of then will have to sit in the middle though

>>5357088
+1

>>5357066
>Go with them, but with your own style (insert how)
Summon the hot dog mobile

>>5357066
>>5357115
Actually changing vote to >>5357121 we gotta bring back the hot dog mobile!

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>>5357121
+1

>>5357121
This is a good one, since I was going to suggest the 4chan party van as well.

>>5357066
>>5357121
Thread 1 Hot Dog Mobile voter here. We're taking the goddamn Hot Dog Mobile and I won't take no for an answer!

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>>5357121
Yeah, that's a better idea if we can't do troll physics
oh, and we make it clear we are coming entirely at our own discretion, not theirs

>>5357149
Nice to know. Since I finished reading the archive yesterday, it was still fresh in my mind.

>>5357121
Votes counted, oh man I did not expect this quick of a reply

>>5357186
Thank you for reminding us of the great and mighty hot dog mobile.
>>5357173
Yeah making it clear that we're coming at our own discretion is a good idea, maybe materialize and then dematerialize a nuke or something.

>>5357201
Better yet, summon our left arm out of malice. Something blatantly not human that looks like it could chop them all to pieces before they can blink might be a little more intimidating and keep them on edge.

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>>5357212
You know, this thing.

“Well I don’t see why not.”

You materialize the Schlong Dong Mobile™ and get in. The soldiers and the agents had the look of ‘are you seeing this shit?’ Inside the driver’s seat, you see the agents trying to speak to you so you open the window.

“Kid, we need you on the helicopter. You can’t just drive there.”

“Why not? We’re going to Area 51 right?”

“I can’t confirm or-”

“Maybe have one of the agents come with me then, I’m not gonna abandon my ride.”

Both agents looked at one another. They huddled and discussed, and after a game of rock paper scissor. With a tired sigh, Agent Callahan sat next to you. It was a long and silent ride till then. So to replace the silence, you turned on Sir Mix-A-Lot - Baby Got Back. The smooth voice of his lifted the awkward mood. You placed the Farbrooks Air Force Base on your Google map.

“So… are you really from the CIA?”

“Yes.”

“There seriously isn’t some paranormal bureau or something?”

“Yes.”

You groaned in frustration.

“Is yes and no the only thing you can answer me with?”

“I can’t share national secret.”

“Like that’s anything fun,” You grumbled. “Then do you really think I’m a goddess?”

He was silent on that part.

>Keep driving
>Fuck with him (insert how)
>Write in

>>5357247
>Fuck with him (insert how)
Use our window ability to browse classified CIA documents right in front of him while driving, we're the Goddess of the internet so if it's on the internet we should be able to access it right?

>>5357247
Hmm. Is it possible for us to modify the vehicle we're in while driving it?

Go for it why not

>>5357251
>Support, show him everything that is even remotely on the internet. We should be able to not bypass, but straight up ignore any kind of security and just pull it out.

>>5357256
>>5357251
You guys can go wilder, just saying

>>5357258
Can't think of anything wilder right now, plus it'd go against his "I can't share national secrets" statement which should be pretty funny.

>>5357259
True, I'll wait a bit longer

>>5357255
If that's in response to vehicular modifications, we should surreptitiously give the weinermobile wings, fins and an engine and drive off the first cliff or tall bridge we can find like a Bond car. I'd like to see him maintain a stoic face after that.

>>5357247
>Pull out info about his personal life, like his families, hobbies and what he has done. Than talk like we have been long time friends with him and have been watching him since his birth.
If the FBI is going to invade my privacy, I'm going to invade theirsalso it feela like what a god would act.

>>5357258
I'm with >>5357259, I'm not sure what would actually be wilder except using Shape of Wrath to make ourselves really scary or turning into laughing gas mid-steering to make him laugh while he's shitting his pants.

Also he may be a glowie, but guy's just doing his job. He probably didn't wake up this morning and said goodbye to his wife expecting to meet a very literal deity fully ready to mentally scar him at the drop of a hat.

>>5357251
Votes counted

As you were driving, you open up the window and you made sure he could see it. Agent Callahan watched in awe and confusion, then to horror. State secrets. From weapons, psi-ops, personnel and all manners of secrets were right in front of him. While their secrets were interesting, it was Callahan’s face that was more entertaining. It wasn’t everyday that a self proclaimed deity (but you are one) combed through the state’s secret. Callahan just watched helplessly.

His face was whiter than snow, on top of his already white skin. You made the next windows invisible and checked up on who Callahand was.

Agent James Sterling Callahan, age 41, formerly MARSOC squad leader, then transferred to Goliath International as a security consultant, then into the CIA, twelve confirmed kills, hobbies include working out, tv, golf, blah blah blah blah blah… god they were all so boring. There was a picture on the miniature windows, him and his children. A through and through family man.

You turned the car to the final road for Farbrooks Air Force Base. After an odd stare from the gate guard.

“Go to hangar eighteen.”

The gates were already opened in that hangar. There was the chinook and agent lee, along with more soldiers. Some dressed in heavy exo-suit armor that you didn’t see before. Those that didn’t wore a balaclava over their faces. You exited the car and walked along with Agent Callahan. At the center was the General from the four stars on his collar.

“This is General Shepherd, and she’s…”

The General was clean shaven and caucasian, the type you’d see in movies as a stereotypical bad guy.

“I’m Arpanet.”

“Arpanet.” The General’s gruffly said. “My name is John Shepherd, I’m the commanding officer of Fairbrooks Air Force Base. Let’s speak in my office.”

“Wait give me a sec.”

You look at one of the soldiers, more specifically, he was a Marine. For the spirit, you copied the same camouflage utility the Marine was wearing, except you had your name on the name tape.

“Oh wow this is pretty comfy. Not sure about the boots though. I look like one of you guys now right?”

The General stood there, absolutely bewildered at what you did. You eventually do end up inside his office. You sat across from the General’s seat. You looked around. There were some plaques, pictures, and other office knicknacks related to the military.

>>5357415

“Once again, I’m General John Shepherd. I’m the commanding officer of Fairbrooks Air Force Base.”

“Cool.” You said enthusiatically, it was your first time meeting a General unlike the ones you saw in movies. “So what is it that you want to know?”

“To start off… it was small. You were for a little while an internet phenomena. You appeared in several pictures as a background. Switzerland, Japan, America, Korea you visited almost all tourist attractions. You appeared in the pictures when you shouldn’t be.”

“What do you mean?”

“You were in Switzerland in July seventh twenty thirty, then in Korea in a tourist group photo a day after.”

He showed a picture of you in Switzerland in the background, then you in Korea in that Starcraft tournament.

“Oh hey that’s me in Seoul!” You said enthusiastically.

“My question is, what are you, Ms.Arpanet?”

“I told you, I’m a god.”

“That I was told of.” Shepherd said. “That magic trick… whatever you did. Was that part of being a god?”

“Yep.”

“What else can you make?”

“Anything humanity made. I can make it. Nukes, guns, dolls, kitchen appliances. Enough cash that I can drive the economy to hell.” You shrugged. “Can I ask a question?”

“You may.”

>“What is that you want from me?”
>“How did it feel to fail the General Board when you were a Colonel? Your record said it took like three times.”
>“You were in Project Huntsmen. How was that?”
>Write in

>>5357419
>“What is that you want from me?”

>>5357419
Can we ask several questions?

>>5357419
>“What is that you want from me?”
Well might as well see what he wants, no real reason to antagonize the guy yet.

>>5357428
Nope

>>5357419
>“What is that you want from me?”

>>5357433
>>5357419
>“What is that you want from me?”
Might as well go with this then

>>5357419
>“What is that you want from me?”
They are going to try and control us

>>5357468
>>5357435
>>5357434
>>5357430
>>5357422

Counted

You put your feet on the General’s table.

“So, what is it that you want from me?”

“We want you to work for us.”

You pull your feet back and get wide eyed for a few seconds. Then you chuckle, then laugh, hard. The audacity of humans, it really was a wonderful thing. If Fenrir was here he’d be laughing too. You enter into an uncontrollable fits of laughter. Christ your stomach was hurting.

“Are you done?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Your stomach settled. “Oh man you humans area really unpredictable sometimes. It’s kinda cute.”

“Will you work for us?”

“Well that depends, what do you have to offer that I already can’t get?”

You didn’t know how old you wer. But you knew you were older than the old looking Genreal. It was funny, it really was. Just what on earth did they have that you couldn’t get? You grab a picture frame. It was a photo of him and some suited guy hand shaking.

“Name your price.”

“I don’t have a price, you hae nothing that I want.” You said again, still laughing in between.

“Are you a fan of action movies?”

“Yeah I am.”

“If you truly are a god, then there truly is nothing I can give you. But, I can offer you entertainment.” General Shepherd said.

“Entertainment?”

“I’ll have the best men in the US military to train you to your heart’s content. You’ll be your own action movie, but it’ll be real. You get to experience being in a military too. I say that’s quite the entertainment that no one can offer you in. You're a god, I doubt mortal weapons can kill you.”

Huh…

>"Hell, why not?" (or write in your acceptance.)
>"Ha ha... no." (or write in your decline)
>Write in

>>5357491
>Flip a coin on whether to accept or not
I'm up for either option and flipping a coin to decide on this sounds like something Arpanet would do, also we should ask him if he knows about Japans occult bureau that we were told about by that ice yokai that I forgot the name of.

>>5357491
>"Ha ha... no." (or write in your decline)
"Tempting, but it's not enough."

>>5357491
"i already have entertainment General, your own men do that in their free time. However, I will consider assisting you in matters that will prevent massive risk loss of life/severe damage to the planet/natural catastrophes but I will not participate in stupid disputes between nations and rulers."
Before we leave "One more thing if you find any of the other Gods be careful for your own safety, there's a reason why i don't trust them" then we leave

>>5357491
>Write in
"My dream during my whole "life" so far has been to visit the Earth. I only learned I was a goddess barely what feels like a couple months ago to me, before that I was stuck in the internet only capable of watching you all through digital windows. I've also been called the "Goddess of Humanity", and I'm linked to you people in a way that isn't just the internet, though I'm not sure how yet. I'm probably gonna get involved in some war or another at some point, because humans tend to do that and because of my nature I'm along for the ride. So I better see what it's actually about beforehand, I heard it's boring in real life though. Besides, I want to know about the REAL dodgy stuff you've got hidden, the stuff you barely keep any records of that would scare the ever living shit out of anyone who sees it. The stuff that isn't catalogued on the Internet so to speak, because obviously you don't log everything there."(Accept, under some conditions)

>>5357491
>How about I work with you, instead of for you? My price is simple, stop being a dystopian shithole. I'm the goddess of the internet, and while it being controlled by a cabal of old farts doesn't affect me one bit, I do prefer it when it was shitpost heaven.
>And why you would accept my demands? Other than my powers being a threat to you, other countries have their own occult departments, and I'm the only deity available nowadays. Do you really want to miss out on a whole level of warfare? If the japanese pantheon actually cared about their people, it would be Amaratsu dropping the sun on Los Angeles instead of two nukes on their cities.
>But even with most gods getting not interfering, there is still a bunch of monster around that are.
Come on, let's make the American Cryptid Agency, recruit Mothman and Sasquatch.

>>5357546
I support this
Its time for humanity to be freed from the lizardmen, its time to restore DEMOCRACY and LIBERTY

>>5357546
Support that as well. Active Divine Interventionism let's go!

>>5357546
support this as well

>>5357545
>>5357546
I say combine the two

>>5357491
>>5357522
Changing vote to >>5357546 fuck yeah let's make our own occult department while also bring back freedom to the great USA, also America created the internet so we can consider this as paying them back.

>>5357556
>>5357546
>>5357545
Could work, little speech comes first the the post below that can serve as the "terms and conditions". Wanted to add a "work with you not for you" thing as well in my post but I forgot kek.

>>5357558
>>5357559
its time to fix humanity, our way

>>5357546

“Then answer me this, do you or do you not have some occult bureau?”

“There is, but with how stretched thin and rare the occults are and how difficult is to find the the office is small and is on the verge of being taken down. Like Japan, most occult beings have integrated with the population or has been wiped out. The Paranormal Office has no longer and importance than it did before.”

“How about I work with you, instead of for you? My price is simple, stop being a dystopian shithole. What you humans do don’t matter to me at all. But I’d rather be happier to see you guys thrive.”

“And exactly how do you have us change that?”

“Uh… by stop being shitty?”

The General stared at you with an unimpressed deadpanned gaze.

“That is something no one can change, a government must be uprooted to its core to change that. And that will cause chaos across the globe.” General Shepherd said.

Shit… he did have a point. If you wanted to, you could have just changed it yourself but that mean fighting the world. You may be a moron, but even you knew the consequences of one action can do against a powerful nation. Stocks would fall, government will be in chaos, people’s lives would be at risk. So much for sounding cool…

“Do you really want to miss out on a whole level of warfare? If the Japanese pantheon actually cared about their people, it would be Amaratsu dropping the sun on Los Angeles instead of two nukes on their cities.”

“If that is true, then we will act accordingly. If it did happen, how will that benefit Japan? We have been allies with them since world war two. My offer still stands, if you truly are a god, forgive me for saying it but it’s difficult to believe that.”

Crap… what will you do now?

>Leave
>Accept

>>5357575
>Leave

>>5357575
>Accept
Not stopping us, nothing good happens from just sitting idly in the back waiting for change, it may be difficult but we will change the world for the better. Humanity has overcome trials and tribulations since its dawn, as the goddess of them it only makes sense we do too.

>>5357575
>Leave
>You don't need to believe anything General, you just need to keep on being a human. Anyway, I'm off to camp more innawoods and hold back the entire combined malice of humanity from spilling out and ending the world in madness.
>I didn't forget to tell you the second part of my portfolio, did I?

>>5357575
>Leave

>>5357575
>Accept
We work WITH them, not strictly for them, and while we may not be able to unshit the government instantly, at least we can probably help when fuck ups do happen. We're a literal goddess, there's probably something we can do further down the line. Also, like >>5357584 suggests, don't forget to warn him about our portfolio.

>>5357580
I'm also with you in that not doing anything won't change things for the better.

>>5357575
>Leave
Lol, get rekt Glowies

>>5357584
Actually, changing to accept, the other anons convinced me we can do it the slow way.

>>5357575
>>5357590
Changing to
>Accept
I've been changing my votes a lot this quest.

>>5357592
Additionally, give him a little demonstration of the Malice. Show him how humanity has somehow become so evil that it's malice can physically manifest as a glowing,red abomination. Maybe that aught to put some things in perspective a little bit.

>>5357609
It's also good explanation on why we wanted the New USA to stop going full cyberpunk.

>>5357575
>Leave

>>5357575
>Accept

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“Well, not like I got things to do.”

“You’ll join us?”

“Why not?” You shrugged. “Don’t think I’ll do anything that’ll have innocent people killed though.”

“That is something-”

“I said I won’t do anything that’ll hurt innocent people.” You repeated firmly. “I’m doing this so I can think of a way to fix humanity. To see what needed to be cut off. Don’t think I’m not capable of leveling this fucking building. And if you’re skeptical, just try me.”

“Unfortunately, that is not how the military works.” General Shepherd said calmly.

“Too bad I’m not in one then.”

You were set up in a large room, and with some manipulation, your room was set up to be a snug little room. Well, not that it really mattered when you had the door to go where you want. For now, you didn’t have much to do while paperwork was being processed. You were told you’d be rolling with some fancy special forces guys. And you were promised that no innocents will be harmed, not that you trusted him

Humanity lasted this long without you. You were once Pandora, holder of all malice. And technically speaking now that you think about it: you were manifested by humanity’s need for the internet and humanity itself, you weren’t their goddess. But damn it all if you weren’t going to try.

“Well… what to do now.”

>Go to the training room
>Try the mess hall
>Just walk around
>Write-in

>>5357751
>Training room
It’s Arping time

>>5357751
>Go to the training room
And then she arped all over the bad guys.

>>5357751
>Go to the training room

>>5357751
>Go to the training room
Look out! She's gonna arp!

The training area composed of three types of room. First was the general gym, the other was for sparring and obstacles. The third was a swimming pool and surprisingly a sauna. You checked out the gym first, and it was then you realized you never really tested your strength. You entered the female locker room which happened to be empty. After dressing yourself in a simple loose t-shirt and elastic shorts you entered the gym.

Frankly this was the first time you were in a gym. So without much of a clue, and a curiosity of how physically strong you were, you went for the heaviest dumbbell. You prepared for it to be heavy. With great thrust of your hips, you raised the hundred pounds dumbbell. At least you thought you did. It was light, really light. The intensely focused gym goers stared at you, in pure shock.

After all, someone of your height and size lifting that? Well, it would be physically impossible to do so. You smiled awkwardly and put the weight back. It did make sense, you took a god’s blow and you lived after all. Then you tried other work outs. Squats, leg presses, bench presses. They were all too light. You didn’t even break a sweat.

You needed to get out quick, unless you wanted gain more attraction.

>Check out sparring room
>Check out swimming pool
>Maybe go somewhere else (Write-in)

>>5358300
>Check out swimming pool

>>5358300
>Check out sparring room
Fight club!

>>5358300
>>Check out sparring room
fight fight fight

>>5358300
>Check out sparring room

>>5358300
>Check out sparring room
We punched the shit out of Zeus let's go fight!

The training area composed of three types of room. First was the general gym, the other was for sparring and obstacles. The third was a swimming pool and surprisingly a sauna. You checked out the gym first, and it was then you realized you never really tested your strength. You entered the female locker room which happened to be empty. After dressing yourself in a simple loose t-shirt and elastic shorts you entered the gym.

Frankly this was the first time you were in a gym. So without much of a clue, and a curiosity of how physically strong you were, you went for the heaviest dumbbell. You prepared for it to be heavy. With great thrust of your hips, you raised the hundred pounds dumbbell. At least you thought you did. It was light, really light. The intensely focused gym goers stared at you, in pure shock.

After all, someone of your height and size lifting that? Well, it would be physically impossible to do so. You smiled awkwardly and put the weight back. It did make sense, you took a god’s blow and you lived after all. Then you tried other work outs. Squats, leg presses, bench presses. They were all too light. You didn’t even break a sweat.

You needed to get out quick, unless you wanted gain more attraction.

>Check out sparring room
>Check out swimming pool
>Maybe go somewhere else (Write-in)

Post 12

Maybe your standards were high. You blame your time in the arena and fighting gods. Because what they were doing was… boxing. Maybe some light mma stuff in some of the other rings. There were also some stick fighting, practicing moves, an obstacle course. All in all, it was fairly standard. Nothing can really top fighting gods after all.

You walk around and watch them all. Though did see a fight going with a considerable group. You peek around to see people placing money in the pile and betting on who would win. On the one side of ring was a tall and white muscular man, and the other was equally tall Mexican.

“Twenty on Vazquez!”

“Fifteen on Williams!”

The money piled on and on, a good two hundred fifty if you had to guess. With the bets made, the fight was on. It was fun, though again, not that fun. A random guy nudged ad you lightly.

“Lost your money or something? You look so down!”

“Huh? Oh no it’s just that it’s so… plain.”

“Plain?”

“They’re just punching each other.” You said with a shrug. “Who are they anyways?”

“You don’t know them?” The guy said surprisedly. “They’re Hitmen, best squad in the base. Former MARSOCs, Navy Seals, Green Berets SOSTs. They’re hardcore guys.”

“Oh.”

>>5358745

You know some, but not SOSTs or MARSOCs, what ever that was. General Shepherd had several rules for you to enjoy this role play. One, no goddess powers, in your interpretataions that meant not to get caught. Two, follow the rules as expected of all military members, so don’t be a dick. Three… eh you kinda forgot. The general rule was not to cause trouble.

The crowd cheered as the fight got intense. But again, it wasn’t all that impressive. Your fight with Skadi, Susanoo, and escaping the gods were much more difficult. This, this was just punching. When the fight was over, the next pair arrived.

>You left the sparring room and to the swimming pool seeing you didn’t have much to do
>Step up in the next fight and challenge anyone, not like this was going to cause any trouble
>Go to bed, you’ve seen enough
>Write-in

>>5358765
>You left the sparring room and to the swimming pool seeing you didn’t have much to do

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>>5358765
>>Step up in the next fight and challenge anyone, not like this was going to cause any trouble
We might as well do what we came to do right? Who knows, maybe some guy in this lot is more talented than the others and could give us a more fun fight.

>>5358826
I copied the wrong prompt, sorry
>>5358765
>Step up in the next fight and challenge anyone, not like this was going to cause any trouble

Also, QM, are you gonna continue Parchment and Bolters as well eventually?

>>5358839
I doubt anyone is actually reading that, so nah. Unless /tg/ wants it.

>>5358765
>Step up in the next fight and challenge anyone, not like this was going to cause any trouble
FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT!

>>5358765
>You left the sparring room and to the swimming pool seeing you didn’t have much to do

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>>5358872
>I doubt anyone is actually reading that
I wouldn't say that considering all three threads are gold, unless you really want to believe some hyperautist reset his router 25 times just so he could vote that much. And I recall there were a couple people who did actually read your stuff in the server while it still existed, though I wager they didn't post all that much probably because they didn't really have many complaints about it.

The crowd cheered as you walked up to the ring and entered. You met eyes with Willams and Vazquez briefly. You were given headgear and boxing gloves. But no one came up on the ring to fight you. Well, no one wanted to beat up someone of your stature after all and there weren’t that many chicks to begin with either. They estimated you to be around 5’4 and 125lbs.

“Really? No one?”

Most of the spectators shrugged. There really was no one that wanted to fight you. On the brigh side, at least that meant that the people here didn’t pick on people. On the boring side, no one wanted to fight you.

“Seriously?”

Then Williams climbed up the ring, wearing a smug grin as Fenrir would have. In his hands were staff instead.

“Since no one wants to welcome the FNG and seeing how we’re in different weight class, how about we use these? The first one to get a hit wins a point. Best out of three.”

“Sounds good to me.”

“Ready?”

Williams took his stance.

“I’m gonna arp.”

>Try to fight by being faster to hit (add quips if you like)
>Dodge and strike at the opportune moment (add quips if you like)
>Keep dodging till he gets tired (add quips if you like)
>Write in

>>5359504
>Dodge and strike at the opportune moment (add quips if you like)
Staff huh? Time to use Jade quotes.

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>>5359504
>Dodge and strike at the opportune moment (add quips if you like)
Start using Donatello quotes, I don't know any but we're a autistic Goddess of the internet so it seems fitting.

>>5359504
>Dodge and strike at the opportune moment (add quips if you like)

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>>5359504
>Dodge and strike at the opportune moment (add quips if you like)

>I'm gonna arp

>>5359170
>>5359504
your stuff is usually the highest rated
>>5359504
>Try to fight by being faster to hit (add quips if you like)
fast as lightning

>>5359523
>>5359538
>>5359624
>>5359671

Since no one really agreed on a quote I'll pick it myself.

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Being small have its advantages. You were dodging every strikes, thrust, and even kicks William threw at you with ease. It was even better when the staff in your hands were a fitting size for your height. Because of height you easily managed to get your hits in.

Williams swung with wide arcs, you either side-stepped or simply ducked at his attacks. You saw a thrust. You side step and swing your staff at his shin. He held back his ground and maintained his bearing. Even you had to wince when you thought about that hit to the shin.

“Not bad.” Williams said.

“I don’t think dodging all your attack and hitting you, ‘not bad’.” You said with a smirk.

The second match began. And once again you became a slippery jew, dodging all manners of attacks. This time you managed to hit his abdomen with a thrust. He stumbled back, his brow furrowed though he still maintained his neutral expression.

“I’ll take that back, you’re good.”

“Heh.”

The final match was slow. It was a quick exchange of blows and Williams would immediately return to defense.

“Pussy.”

“I’m not falling for a cheap provocation new girl.”

Williams charged again, but this time you did something different. When he made for a thrust you threw the staff in the chest. It was a light throw so no one got hurt. The crowd was silent, then went into a wild cheer. Williams offered a handshake which you took.

“You’re something else FNG. What’s your name?”

“Amelia Earheart.”

That was your new name, why? Cause if you were going to play soldier you mght as well get a good name. After spending some time in the base for few days, you got to know the layout easily. Using your wind form also helped. Today however, was the day you’d meet your team.

Dressed in a black BDU and tactical gears, you make your way to the hangar for training and induction. When you entered you first met Williams.

>>5361176

“Earheart? The hell are you doing here?”

“I’m here for the induction.”

You give him the paperwork from General Shepherd, his eyes went wide after that. He looked at the rest of the squad that was watching you.

“Seriously? You? A chick?”

“Yep.”

“I don’t know how you managed to get selected and I know this isn’t some diversity hire,” Williams said. “The fuck is the General thinking?”

“Hey Soap what does she want?”

The squad rolled over to you, Williams scratched the back of his head.

“She’s the FNG, sir.”

“You fucking what? Give me that fucking paper.”

The oldest looking out of all looked at you, and you looked at his rough stubble. The squad read along as did what you assumed was the leader, then back at you.

“I thought diversity shit went out of fashion a decade ago. Hold on…” The man grumbled. “What the fuck is this?”


“Sir?” One of the soldiers said.

“She’s attached with us but she’s to operate individually with separate objectives. Only when we infiltrate and exfiltrate she’ll tag along with us. Completely free to do whatever dirty work the General wants to be done.” The old leader said angrily. “You. Where did Shepherd find you? What are you?”

>Shrug
>“Hey I’m just here to have fun. I’m just a human.”
>“Ask your boss, old man.”
>Write-in

>>5361180
>“Ask your boss, old man.”

>>5361180
>“Ask your boss, don't know how much he wants to heep secret."
>"And the names better be the only thing matching the CoD Warfare campaign, otherwise I'm going to shove the nukes up his ass"

>>5361180
>Ask the brass, but the reply will probably involve the word "classified" a lot
>I'm sure this is the plot to a video game somewhere

>>5361180
>“Ask your boss, old man.”

>>5361215
>Support

You scratch the back of your head.

“Ask your boss, don't know how much he wants to keep a secret. And the names better be the only thing matching the CoD campaign, otherwise I'm going to shove the nukes up his ass.”

You point at Soap. The rest of them looked at you like you were saying something incredibly stupid.

“What’s wrong about the name Soap? I liked his character.”

“Wait, is that why?” Another squad member said.

“My dad had it so I played it when I was a kid.” Williams shrugged.

“So what are you, some CIA bitch to look over us?” A squad member said.

“Believe in what you want. I’m not really a part of your squad anyway. I’m just her to say hi and get the general run down.” You shrugged.

The old man with the rough stubble glowered at you, but introduced each of the men. The largest of the soldiers was Harold Hoffman, callsign Cowboy. The second was medium built, White, Frank Knox, callsign: Butter. Then there was Fabio Vazquez with the callsign Pope. Finally,the leader was Gault Hamer, callsign Sheriff.

“That’s all for induction right? Not like I’ll be working with you all directly.”

“How about a friendly competition then?” Cowboy said.

“Ah. No thanks. I need to finish my telenovella. I’ll meet you guys again when we got a mission.”

For a few days or so you entered your world, idling the days until something important would arise. Sometimes you’d hang around the base, particularly the PT field to watch the soldiers suffer. As of now, you were lingering around the airfield until your pager went off. Yes, a pager, apparently having a phone would be vulnerable.

You strolled over to the briefing room to see your squad and a few more. All grizzled men and you are the only woman there. The way they looked at you was like they were looking at a child, completely out of place. There was another man, Colonel Ashford, the CO of the squads.

“Good, you’re finally here. Gentlemen, this is Ms.Earheart, she’ll be part of the team. Officially, she’ll be your intelligence analyst. Unofficially, she’ll be a field agent working parallel with you all.”

“Holy shit so it’s true, we got another internal agency bitch.” A soldier said.

The soldiers laughed and you didn’t reply with another insult. You could mess with him during the mission anyways. The mission was rather simple. China’s naval forces have been aggravating both Korea and Japan with their annual dick waving toward Taiwan, more so than before. That was why the goon squads were to be stationed on the ships as a show of power. Your mission, however, was different, you were to investigate the ships and find the intel. Additionally, if a there would be escalation you would do something to show they were not to be fucked with. That part was left for you to decide.

>You took the same helicopter with your squad
>You chose to go there by yourself, and told them you’d meet them there
>Write-in

>>5363996
>You chose to go there by yourself, and told them you’d meet them there

>>5363996
>You took the same helicopter with your squad
Ok, if things go south we need to summon a winnie the pooh giant robot.
It's probably not going to work, but we can make it explode or something.

>>5363996
>You took the same helicopter with your squad
Blend in for now
>>5364006
Are huge robots within our ability? If they are, I think we should create a giant robotic kraken and drag them down for the sheer terror factor if it goes pear-shaped. That said, does the level of technology we have to play around with depend on what humans have invented, so as humanity advances the limit on what we can create increases?

>>5363996
>You took the same helicopter with your squad
>>5364124
Reading back on the first thread we were allowed to summon light sci fi stuff at QM discretion, so I'd say we're limited by how advanced humans are at any point. If we can't do that we can still make ourselves look like a terminator with shape of wrath, along with the power that comes with it. Or maybe just turn ourselves into an invincible Winnie the Pooh.

>>5364124
iirc we can only make things that humans have actually made, so if some human made some giant robot kraken then we can make it too, but if they haven't then we can't make it.

>>5364164
Big shame that, I was thinking we could do things based on what humans *could* theoretically build, not specifically *had* built. We can just substitute it for a swarm of cartoon naval mines.

It is both at my discretion and what humanity has made. If I say what they can make "theoretically" then we'd be in heap of trouble.

>>5364394
Other query. I assume things we make are for all intents and purposes mundane and need all the things they would normally to operate e.g. if we made a tank we'd still need to find 1-3 other people to operate it fully depending on how far automation has come.

>>5363996
>You took the same helicopter with your squad

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>>5364427
I remember in the first thread the rules for materialization was exactly that, so you'd be right.
>>5364394
>we'd be in a heap of trouble
hey QM hey QM, can we have pic related?

>>5364544
If you can prove to me something like that actually exists, sure.

Okay, I keep getting more questions on summoning rules (sorry). This time I've gone through and read a few things, but I always miss this stuff.

What are the restrictions on temporal placement of objects? Can we start them off with some force or spawn them in midair? And how close do they have to be to us?
Do they have to be things humans have made in their entirety, or can they be made directly out of specific items humans have created provided it obeys physics like, I dunno, a copy of the USS Johnston with a dozen RS-25 engines attached and an M65 atomic howitzer in place of the main gun as a silly theoretical example?
Are there any restrictions on natural materials? I know we can do that, but are there any caveats to what we can make regarding high-power stuff for big booms like neutronium or antimatter or theoretical things that are believed to exist but have never been directly observed like metallic hydrogen?
And what of information that's never been on a digital system at all, like old lost films? Do we have access to that, or only networked things?

It's just occurred to me that we're literally the Scribblenauts kid.

>>5364893
That was mostly a joke because this thing is really strong. But if you really want to know, this is the gluon gun. I wouldn't be able to tell you how it works, but its effects could probably, theoretically be replicated in real life to some extent. The "scientific explanation" is that it shoots a particle beam that disrupts the gluons in the affected matter, those massless particles keeping the strong nuclear force between quarks active and allowing hadrons to exist. What this means is that matter stops being "glued" together by the gluons and starts falling apart.

In simple terms it's a disintegrating laser gun that works on literally everything and works very fast. It's overpowered in Half-life and probably would be even more absurdly overpowered in real life because it could actually affect non-living matter. It's only caveat is that it uses ammo very very fast and can't hold too much of it at any one time.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8hQvsHlDMzM&ab_channel=Whomobile

Update tomorrow

>>5366429
Looking forward to it

>>5364042
>>5364124
>>5364157
>>5364507

Votes counted

You came to realize why you would prefer to travel on your own than to be in a helicopter again. It was cramped, loud, and smelled like testosterone everywhere. Not to mention how shaky the ride was. You’ve seen battleships many times, but seeing one in person was always awe-inspiring. Just how humans could build them always gave you a sense of pride.

“There she is, USS Jamestown.”

“That’s an ominous name if I heard of one…” Butter said.

“What’s so ominous about it?” Cowboy said.

“A lot of people in the town died during the winter back in the 1700s.” Butter said.

“I really doubt they that name for that reason.” Cowboy said.

The helicopter landed, and after a brief… briefing you went to your assigned barracks. Cowboy and Pope grumbled that you got a room of your own but you didn’t care. In the midst of night, you walked around the deck, feeling the cool air and whatnot. You heard a sniffle, a cry, not from a grown adult but something you’d hear from a child. You follow the sound and end up at the turrets, inside was a small girl, dressed in an oriental outfit of Chinese origin with bells on her head. The fuck?

>Call out the girl
>Observe her
>Write-in

>>5367529
>Call out the girl
Could be worse, it could be the USS Jonestown, officially sponsored by Kool-Aid

>>5367529
>Call out the girl

>>5367529
>Call out the girl

“Hey you!”

The girl inside the turret practically jumped, and hit her head on the ceiling… then tumbled out of the turret and fell. On closer look, you saw the child was indeed in Chinese-style clothes wearing a bell that acted as a hair tie of some sort. You don’t know how she got on to a military vessel but seeming you had nothing to do, you didn’t bother reporting.

Not like you owe the humans anything worth. This was after all, a joke, a role play.

“You ok?”

The child on the ground took one look at you, and paled. She screamed as she ran, saying something about demon and god slayer. You ran after her and pinned her down, covering her mouth.

“Hey you’re making a ruckus, I’m not going to hurt you!”

The child still struggled. You look straight into her eyes.

“I won’t hurt you as long as you remain calm. Alright?”

The child nodded and you release her. You sit on the ground to meet the child eye to eye. Instead of saying anything, the child first prostrated.

“I-It is an honor, to be in your presence. Arpanet-furen, The Unyielding. May you always be free and be victorious. I am… a Chinese goddess.”

“Alright no need for that stuff, just sit down. What’s your name?”

The child sat, folding her legs underneath her thighs while her butt and heels. A seiza pose while you sat criss cross apple sauce.

“I… have no name.” The child said shamefully.

“What?”

“I have no name, I was only born three years ago. I think.” The child said.

From the look of it, she looked much younger than you. Though much older for a five years old. To be fair, you were thirty-nine years old and you still looked like teenager.

“But… you’re a Chinese deity, you’re old as the Greeks.”

“Perhaps the pantheon was, but from what I learned they have all disappeared after all China has forgotten their roots. Just like the Pantheon of Korea…” The child said.

“Then why are you here?”

“I was… I wanted to stop the ships. Maybe take off the steering wheel or something, I don’t want to hurt people but I don’t want them near my people. They may have forgotten the gods but this is still my people. Then I saw you and I hid inside the turret box so I panicked. PLEASE DON’T KILL ME!”

The child was on the verge of bawling again.

“Woah hey I won’t kill you I promise so relax!” You said quickly. “I can’t exactly get mad since I’m here too.”

“But why are you here?”

“Because I wanted to play soldier. Not like I have more important things to do since humanity takes care of itself fine. You shouldn’t worry either.” You said with a shrug.

“But-”

“No one’s stupid enough to trigger a major war, trust me.”

You pat her lightly on the head. The child soon left the ship and all seemed well. You just hope she found herself a name and that no wars would be triggered. The next morning you watched the soldiers do drills and PT.

>>5369870

>You decided to check out the news
>You decided to continue watching the soldiers
>You decided just go and take a nap
>Write-in

>>5369871
>You decided just go and take a nap
Remember how we could just pull up classified and encrypted files in the hotdogmobile earlier? Could we do that again, but for the internal information of both sides RE this operation so we can get an idea into what they're really planning to do, assuming our powers as goddess of the 'net extent that far? If they're intending to pick an actual shooting fight, I want to know about it beforehand.
And I want everyone to go home alive for the sake of the smile

>>5369871
>You decided to check out the news

>>5369871
>You decided to check out the news
>All news, specially the conspiracy and hidden ones about this conflict
That little goddess is probably the one of chinese nationalism

>>5369871
>You decided to check out the news

>>5369871
>You decided to check out the news

>>5369955
>Support
Seems like the resurgence of animal gods worship in the 80s and the attempts in the last decade to protect those as part of "cultural heritage" weren't enough.

>>5369871
>You decided to check out the news

>>5370698
>>5370020
>>5369961
>>5369955
>>5369920

Votes counted

You decided to check out the news, and since you wanted some coffee and donuts you walked down to the galley. You don’t know why they don’t call it the cafeteria but hey, it’s the military, everything is just weirder. You get your cup of coffee and donuts and sit down. Despite being late night there were others probably on a night shift. You noticed few things.

The violence between Israel and Pakistan increased, thanks to an innocent boy being shot by the Israeli soldiers, allegedly that is. The riot there has yet to be quelled and brief firefights were reported as well.

Then there was increased live fire training with US forces and Indian forces. China wasn’t happy about that. The middle east was on the verge of another explosion, with another conflict in Syria coming soon.

Russia was prepping and let their anger know after Ukraine was accepted into NATO. They promised retaliation, and China showed solidarity which meant North Korea as well, which dragged South Korea in.

In the midst of it all, the PMC companies were rising. Xe Services LLC, formerly known as Blackwater was reported to be contracted. Red Sun Corp was also hired, as were others.

All in all, shit was about to hit the fan. A fucking World War 3 was about to happen. All it needed was one single spark. You finish the rest of your donut and sigh. Just what in hell was going on? Why couldn’t humanity just chill the fuck out? You let out a sigh and go back to your room. Maybe the next morning would be better. Tonight, you would go into their ships and find their intel. But for now, you were free to do what you want.

>Shoot some guns cause why not
>See what your squad is up to
>Visit the ocean why not
>Write-in

>>5371716
>See what your squad is up to

>Xe Services
got a lil' chuckle
>>5371716
>Shoot some guns cause why not

>>5371716
>Write-in
>Talk to Pandora
I think we're more than due for an actual talk. The 3 times we saw her was when we saw the gate for the first time, when she tried to warn us about the servants and finally when we opened the gate. Yet those were brief and we're still no closer to actually understanding what's actually going on with us. If we're going to bear the Malice, least we could do is ask some questions about it, like why the fuck does it actually feel "normal" and "right" to us.

>>5371716
>Visit the ocean why not
Well, time to create Rapture so atleat some of humanity survive when the nukes start flying.
First step is deleting Zeus from greek mythology so he gets chinese pantheon'd.

>>5371716
>See what your squad is up to
The fuck do we even do about the whole WWIII situation? Can we be killed in the form of our meatspace avatar? If everyone nukes everyone else and the Internet gets destroyed, what happens to us?

>>5372293
Gods are so tough that bullets literally only sting them really hard, so we shouldn't worry about guns. Though the Internet getting destroyed would probably be disastrous.

need a tie breaker

>>5372786
Roll a 1dx if needed be

>>5372786
I'll change my vote to
>See what your squad is up to

Rolled 2 (1d3)

>>5372803
Why not

1: >Shoot some guns cause why not
2: >See what your squad is up to
3: >Visit the ocean why not
4: >>5371771

>>5372854
>four options
>rolled a d3
kek, either way, squad it is

I did not see that

>See what your squad is up to

Update will be tomorrow

With nothing much to do you decided to check your squad. You check the firing range and they weren’t there, neither were they inside the galley. In the end, you found them at the recreation room. Soap and Pope were playing ping pong and Butter playing the GTAV on the PS7.

“Hey Earheart.” Soap said.

“Sup.”

“Don’t you got some jobs to do?”

“Oh… right.”

Well… it looks like nothing much is going on and they didn’t seem interested in talking with you. Not that you blame them, you were the glowie in the room after all. You kinda watched them, but you looked for others. You found Cowboy smoking and Sheriff typing out something on the laptop.

You also remembered your reason for being here. Investigating the ships and find intel. Which would mean going to the flagship and doing some hoodrat snooping there. You might as well do it now.

>Go to ship and look for information, the old fashion style cause why not
>Go to the internet directly and find it
>Later
>Write-in

>>5374024
>>Go to ship and look for information, the old fashion style cause why not

>>5374024
>Go to ship and look for information, the old fashion style cause why not
go go gadget frog(wo)man
That said, again, what information do we have access to on the Internet? Can we pull up some plans or something before we go?
Also, if anyone has ideas on how we'd go about snooping around on a ship swarming with enemy personnel, I'm all ears.

>>5374024
>Go to ship and look for information, the old fashion style cause why not

>>5374024
>Go to ship and look for information, the old fashion style cause why not

>>5374024
>Go to ship and look for information, the old fashion style cause why not
>>5374034
I mean, we can just use our Second Wind ability for starters, and just turn into air, pretty much becoming invisible(to humans at least). Then we just fly around wherever we please and turn back to human form if we need to actually interact with something.

Also, anything that isn't an airlocked blast door won't really be an obstacle for us since we can just slip through any tiny crevices.

>>5374565
>>5374273
>>5374053
>>5374034
>>5374029

Votes counted, update tomorrow

Go Go Gadget it is. You looked around to make sure no one was around. Then, after dressing yourself in tacticool gear you became a puff of smoke. With a silenced KRISS Vector and a silenced Glock 19, you set out into the biggest ship with the Chinese flag. Through the gaps you entered the ship with absolute ease. There were the usual patrols, the officers, and the intel room, whatever it’s actually called.

It didn’t take long for you to gather the intel and recent communications they had. This really was a cake walk in your gas form, it was slightly disappointing realizing that you brought those guns for nothing. Nevertheless, you store the information inside the materialized USB. You return to your physical form to eat their egg tarts. This had to be the officer’s lounge. After you dust off the crumbs, you make for an exit. Well… you were going to.

“Hey!”

It was the nameless child.

“Hey to you too.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Uh…”

>“Nothing.”
>“What are you doing here?”
>Beat her down and escape
>Write-in

>>5376931
>Also trying to stop a potential war. What you feel for the chinese people is what I feel for all of humanity.
>Just no sabotage on my part, just trying to find out what is going on to avoid a WW3 or an nuclear armageddon.

>>5376931
>"Just making sure there were no plans of attack from here"

>>5376931
>>5377004
+1

>>5377178
>>5377129
>>5377004
votes counted will update tomorrow

You shrug.

“I’m not here to sabotage anything. I’m just trying to find out what to avoid the WW3 and nuclear armageddon. I know you want to protect your people, I want to stop unnecessary bloodshed.”

“Oh.”

The nameless child seemed calmer after that. Whatever power she has, you’d rather not face her. You know how gods fought, to do so in a confined room would bring nothing but pure destruction. The bells on her head jingle as she nodded.

“We don’t want that at all, Arpanet-furen.”

“Good, where’ the control room?”

“Follow me.”

The nameless child was able to be unseen with miniature clouds surrounding her. The chinese soldiers patrolled the ship, even inside the control room. When you gained access to their data, you noticed most of their plan to be dick waving. Other than numbers, some ships, they didn’t have much in the war. Russia, finally taking Ukraine a couple of years ago was still struggling financialy. North Korea was… North Korea.

Then there were other nations, Pakistan, Uzbekistan, Turkey, and Israel. Those names for you didn’t matter… India did. India had no choice but to play the middle man between Russia and US. If you had to face Kali as you were now, you still weren’t sure. You materialized a 100 TB USB. Any information pertinent you saw was stuck in there.

“Do you think war can be avoided?” She asked.

“It can, and it will. The humans are stupid, but they’re not that stupid.”

You returned to the ship and delivered the data to the General. The son of a bitch was still in Arizona, then the commander of the ship was given the information. All you were told was a ‘dismissed.’ There wasn’t much to do after that.

Until you got another mission, along with the squad.

>You and your squad were going to Kazakhstan. Their mission was to destroy a weapon cache meant to be sent to Russia’s weapon manufacturing factory. Yours was to either kill or take some scientist sent by Russia working there for the same factory.
>You and your squad were going to be in India for a live fire exercise and wargame. You, however, were to stay in India to watch the wargame they would have in Russia, then report back.
>Your squad was to visit Camp Humphrey, the base where the North and South border. You were to go there and assassinate a known and very pro-war General, who was on the verge of rivaling power with the current dictator

>>5379622
>>Your squad was to visit Camp Humphrey, the base where the North and South border. You were to go there and assassinate a known and very pro-war General, who was on the verge of rivaling power with the current dictator
Makes me wonder whether Kim Il-Sung could become an actual god with enough worship.

>>5379622
>You and your squad were going to be in India for a live fire exercise and wargame. You, however, were to stay in India to watch the wargame they would have in Russia, then report back.
Just got to make sure India doesn'tctry to start shit with China or Pakistan.
Also maybe find some minor gods to be allies against the hindu ones, india has a fuckton of deities and religions.

>>5379738
What gods from the Hindu pantheon have we seen/met so far?

>>5379622
>Your squad was to visit Camp Humphrey, the base where the North and South border. You were to go there and assassinate a known and very pro-war General, who was on the verge of rivaling power with the current dictator

>>5379622
>Your squad was to visit Camp Humphrey, the base where the North and South border. You were to go there and assassinate a known and very pro-war General, who was on the verge of rivaling power with the current dictator
Well we want to stop the world from getting destroyed so let's go kill a pro war general.

>>5380046
>>5379757
>>5379641

Korea it is

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=df3ZL862vgw

Camp Humphreys, the base where a war could occur at any time. You and your squad touched down at the airfield a couple of miles from the base. You were packed in a regular van along with your squad. The smell of sweaty guys… it reeked to all hell. It’s like they didn’t shower at all.

“Earheart, what’s with that bitch face?” Pope said.

“You guys reek.”

The rest of the men sniffed their own armpits and checked their breath… all at once. It was a mix of beer, beef jerky, and chewing tobacco. It was bad, real fucking bad. Not to mention you were stuck in the bloody place between Soap and Cowboy, the two biggest member in the squad.

“Little princess can’t take the smell? You can always go back to Langley.”

“Real subtle Pope.” You roll your eyes.

Once you arrive to the base, you were given your own room which the squad was jealous of. Assassinating the General would be a cinch. Though… you couldn’t help but feel that assassinating him wouldn’t really do anything good. For now, you’d hold off on that. You had time.

The next morning, you wandered around the base. It was there you saw your squad doing PT. You watched on the sideline for a while until you were caught when they were on a break. They were dress in utes and boots.

“Well if isn’t the princess,” Pope said.

“Do you need something from us, ma’am?” Cowboy said.

“Just watching.” You said.

“You can join us, hey Sheriff, how about it?” Pope said.

Sheriff, the leader of the squad grumbled then nodded.

“Well we got his approval, how about it?” Pope said.

What happened after was a total humiliation. The first challenge was running, and he was beaten. Anything in cardio you won. But when it came to muscle and strength related exercises you-

>Made it look realistic, by performing less than the squad.
>You beat them all, you didn’t really care. You could’ve told them you got implants or something.
>You made yourself look tired, to have them underestimate you

>>5381099
Woops, just incase that was me.

>>5381099
>Made it look realistic, by performing less than the squad.
Let's win 1 or 2 max so that they don't look too down on us

>>5381099
>You beat them all, you didn’t really care. You could’ve told them you got implants or something.

>>5381099
>Made it look realistic, by performing less than the squad.

I'll have to end the qst here guys, uni is starting up soon and I can't keep the thread. I'll see you guys on december since I'll get my winter break then

>>5381760
Goodbye qm, good luck with uni.

>>5381760
Bye QM, good luck with uni and such.