‘But before that You’ll need to answer a few questions about your life.’
Is there someone you know who you unwilling said your last goodbye to?

>No one.

>A partner who could always see the good part of you.

>A good friend who you could trust with your life.

>An animal who’s mere acquaintance was enough to make the worst bearable.

>Write-in
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‘What did you want out of your life?’

>To be happy I suppose.

>To have a family.

>To be powerful.

>To be respected.

>Write-in

This is the most important. What emotion permeated throughout your life?
What will make you into what you are? This will shape you quite literally.

>Fear, the thought of being killed by a monster of every moment of everyday has made you constantly looking over your shoulder. You’re so afraid. So afraid....

>Anger, You’ve felt rage all your life and it’s never gone away. The TV speaks burns the coals of your mind, your phone fans the flame. Your ego made the flame flourish. You just want everything to burn.

>Happiness, you always saw the bright side even in glummest of situations. You can’t stop smiling nowadays. You have lock jaw now, but hey that’s just another curve ball of life! And you’ll take take any bit of good you can get out of life. No matter what.”

>Depression, Nothing has ever gone your way. It never will. The rope has beckoned you often, but a good drink or two puts those voices on halt. Doesn’t change the fact that you’re a nobody. Someone who doesn’t deserve the flesh that was blessed to them.

>Write-in

>>5636442
Last choice, I apologize for blasting these at you but I have places to be. I will give you leeway what kind of ability would you wish to have? Your previous choices shall effect this DRASTICALLY so do keep this in mind.’

>Esper - Nothing is more powerful than the mind. It is everything that makes you, well you. It can be used to outsmart, out position and out play your opponent. And that’s minus the massive psychic powers. With it you can mold matter to your will, throw pebbles like shotgun blasts, toss boulders like cannons, unmake people with a thought. Isn’t it like that of a divine being? I like to think so.

>Power -Strength overwhelming. The body can do remarkable things if pushed in the right direction, move mountains with ease, move faster than sound. Jump across city’s with a single jump of your juiced glutes. Barrage punches are all the rage these days with the new crowd, and it makes sense since it’s quite the spectacle. The evolution of power is seemingly never ending. But unforgiving, I believe glass cannon is the term your looking for in terms of defense.

>Indestructibility- A shield that can block anything knows no fear. Your defense shall also be your offense able to maintain a beating that would make others lack more than a single dimension. Your far from invincible it you want to be as close as you can in this world.

>Manipulation- The ability to control is an underrated ability to dominate not just in mind but in body, to control one as if they are a mere sleeve. But to manipulate energy is another thing entirely whether it be fire, electricity, water or even something conceptual. You shall be able to use it as a blade. In layman’s terms you can shoot lasers. It’s much more than that but apparently that’s the kicker for most.

>Weapon's- Whether it be blades, guns, sofas, whatever it may be. You shall be able to wield it one’s own strength and will can be infused in any object turning a plank of wood into a weapon capable of downing buildings with a single strike. To cut buildings with a slash of a blade. Or to shoot through any material. The only question is what shall your weapon be?

>>5636447
>No one.

‘What did you want out of your life?’

>a peaceful and quiet life, safe from any worry, and does not wish for it to be interrupted.

This is the most important. What emotion permeated throughout your life?
What will make you into what you are? This will shape you quite literally.


>Happiness, you always saw the bright side even in glummest of situations. You can’t stop smiling nowadays. You have lock jaw now, but hey that’s just another curve ball of life! And you’ll take take any bit of good you can get out of life. No matter what.”

Last choice, I apologize for blasting these at you but I have places to be. I will give you leeway what kind of ability would you wish to have? Your previous choices shall effect this DRASTICALLY so do keep this in mind.’

>Indestructibility- A shield that can block anything knows no fear. Your defense shall also be your offense able to maintain a beating that would make others lack more than a single dimension. Your far from invincible it you want to be as close as you can in this world.

>A partner who could always see the good part of you.

>To have a family.

>Loneliness, the cold isolation you felt so long. You wanna never feel that again, even if you have to drag people towards you.

>Esper - Nothing is more powerful than the mind. It is everything that makes you, well you. It can be used to outsmart, out position and out play your opponent. And that’s minus the massive psychic powers. With it you can mold matter to your will, throw pebbles like shotgun blasts, toss boulders like cannons, unmake people with a thought. Isn’t it like that of a divine being? I like to think so.

>>5636447
Is there someone you know who you unwilling said your last goodbye to?
>A partner who could always see the good part of you.

‘What did you want out of your life?’
>Write-in
>To be the most free person in the world.

This is the most important. What emotion permeated throughout your life?
What will make you into what you are? This will shape you quite literally.
>Write-in
>Pride, you are a human being, the pinnacle of evolution, the rising ape with the potential to conquer all in its scope. Nothing can compare to human ingenuity and malice.

Last choice
>
>Power -Strength overwhelming. The body can do remarkable things if pushed in the right direction, move mountains with ease, move faster than sound. Jump across city’s with a single jump of your juiced glutes. Barrage punches are all the rage these days with the new crowd, and it makes sense since it’s quite the spectacle. The evolution of power is seemingly never ending. But unforgiving, I believe glass cannon is the term your looking for in terms of defense.

My build.

>>5636442
>An animal who’s mere acquaintance was enough to make the worst bearable.
>To be happy I suppose.
>Depression, Nothing has ever gone your way. It never will. The rope has beckoned you often, but a good drink or two puts those voices on halt. Doesn’t change the fact that you’re a nobody. Someone who doesn’t deserve the flesh that was blessed to them.
>>5636447
>Esper - Nothing is more powerful than the mind. It is everything that makes you, well you. It can be used to outsmart, out position and out play your opponent. And that’s minus the massive psychic powers. With it you can mold matter to your will, throw pebbles like shotgun blasts, toss boulders like cannons, unmake people with a thought. Isn’t it like that of a divine being? I like to think so.

>>5636507
Changing Esper to
>Indestructibility- A shield that can block anything knows no fear. Your defense shall also be your offense able to maintain a beating that would make others lack more than a single dimension. Your far from invincible it you want to be as close as you can in this world.

>>5636434
>>An animal who’s mere acquaintance was enough to make the worst bearable.
>Depression, Nothing has ever gone your way. It never will. The rope has beckoned you often, but a good drink or two puts those voices on halt. Doesn’t change the fact that you’re a nobody. Someone who doesn’t deserve the flesh that was blessed to them.
>Indestructibility- A shield that can block anything knows no fear. Your defense shall also be your offense able to maintain a beating that would make others lack more than a single dimension. Your far from invincible it you want to be as close as you can in this world.

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>>5636442
>A family that you’ve sworn to protect with your life

>To be happy I suppose. With your family ^^

>Happiness, you always saw the bright side even in glummest of situations. You can’t stop smiling nowadays. You have lock jaw now, but hey that’s just another curve ball of life! And you’ll take take any bit of good you can get out of life. No matter what.”

>Indestructibility- A shield that can block anything knows no fear. Your defense shall also be your offense able to maintain a beating that would make others lack more than a single dimension. Your far from invincible it you want to be as close as you can in this world.

Ok I’m already all for this.

>>5636442
>No one.

>To be happy I suppose.

>Depression, Nothing has ever gone your way. It never will. The rope has beckoned you often, but a good drink or two puts those voices on halt. Doesn’t change the fact that you’re a nobody. Someone who doesn’t deserve the flesh that was blessed to them.

>Indestructibility- A shield that can block anything knows no fear. Your defense shall also be your offense able to maintain a beating that would make others lack more than a single dimension. Your far from invincible it you want to be as close as you can in this world.

Neato quest. Being a depressed guy who's powers outright prevent an hero is funny in a ironic sorta way.

Were you inspired by the ongoing OPM quest from last month ?

>>5636442
>A partner who could always see the good part of you.

>To have a family.

>Happiness, you always saw the bright side even in glummest of situations. You can’t stop smiling nowadays. You have lock jaw now, but hey that’s just another curve ball of life! And you’ll take take any bit of good you can get out of life. No matter what.”
>>5636447
>Manipulation- The ability to control is an underrated ability to dominate not just in mind but in body, to control one as if they are a mere sleeve. But to manipulate energy is another thing entirely whether it be fire, electricity, water or even something conceptual. You shall be able to use it as a blade. In layman’s terms you can shoot lasers. It’s much more than that but apparently that’s the kicker for most.

> Partner
> To be happy.
> Depression
> Indestructibility

You lost someone you truly loved but don't know how to keep going on.
You want to honor their last wish for you to have a good life, but you don't know how.
And know your hability trap you in itself.

Seems like such a good pitch!

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‘This shall hurt. A lot.’

It was odd how your mind wondered as you tried to sleep as if your life is flashing before your eyes. Seeing it all fly past, filled your chest with a familiar clamped weight. Of a life battle with depression that you’ve long since tapped out of. A depression that is unearned. Yet everyone just seems to be doing so much better than you. On the TV, on the phone, even walking the street, everyone seems to be doing so much better than you.
They smile and laugh, have a family, have happiness. That thing that you only get glimpses of with your girlfriend. Who frankly deserves way better than you. She’s a doctor now, she gushed to you last night about how she is officially a surgeon now after years of struggle and hardship.

You congratulated her with a smile, you’re happy for her. But it’s beaten down by a subconscious feeling of envy and self doubt. When you two met you both were in a similarly shitty spot, but she turned it around cause she has actual talent.
Or maybe she just tried her ass off, funny when you do that you just fuck up. It’s sobering and terrifying to think about how far ahead she is, how she’s too good for you. How your so scared that she’ll leave and you know she deserves so much better than some downer.
You rub your hands over your face with a groan. Your chest growing tighter and tighter. You should just lie here, rooted to the ground like the useless clump of flesh you are. You want so much but you know you don’t deserve any of it.

A feeling of pain suddenly shoots through your body bringing you out of your self berating and the feeling of pain and cramping unlike any other. Your ears are blaring, your eyes are clamped shut due to the pain. Your legs spasm and kick, You start to pull and claw at your chest form underneath your shirt. You froth at the mouth, but you can’t make a scream or a yell. Only squirm in pain, as a mercy you soon black out from the pain.

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>>5636831
Slovenly you open your eyes, No, multiple eyes. You can see all around you, your body feels like it was caught up in a car pileup. And it feels more angular? You flex your fingers only to feel multiple hands clench shut, your heart pounds, your chest feels weird, why does everything feels so wrong!?
You scamper for your bathroom mirror catching a first person view of large arms made out of…other arms, and something jutting out of your chest. Your heart is racing, you have to duck under doorframe to look in the mirror the implication is terrifying. You look into the mirror you feel your heart beat like a jackhammer, your breath hitches seemingly from your rib cage, you are breathing from your chest.

Your head… if it could called that was a mass of eyes all your eyes color staring at the monster in the mirror. Your body is pale it looks as if multiple people were fused together with some sort of satanic welding torch. You have two rib cages, where a mouth with jagged misaligned teeth breaths heavily and rapidly.
You’re easily over ten feet tall as you have to crouch to fit your disgusting frame into the bathroom. Your feet are seemingly made of multiple large arms fused together as are you arms that reach your knees as you stand.
You look back and began to hyperventilate. A panic attack is your welcome to your new flesh. You stand there breathing heavily form an alien orifice. You feel yourself begin to cry, which causes the terrifying sight of some of your eyes to fall to the ground like tear drops. A new eye takes the place of the displaced ones in an instant. ……Your a monster. And you might as well be dead to the rest of the world.

‘What was your name, before your ascension?’

>Recall your name.

Rolled 32 (1d100)

Doing a quick little roll, nothing nefarious here.

>>5636835
>Kurohara

We might as well be japs if we're gonna be in OPM

>>5636835
>Kaneko Ken
Nicknamed 'KK'

>>5636835
Mauro Andrade

>>5636835
>no I dont want it, NO it hurts to be such a sad man please.... I dont want to remember
>Cry, a human fuck up, now a monster Fuck up

>>5636835
Name: Matsu
Surname: Akagi

>>5636871
>+1
Rolls off the tongue

>>5636835
Joe biden

>>5636835
“Kurohara.” To name is said through a lipless mouth between the two rib cages making up your torso, the marrow moves with it as if your chest had a vertical mouth of bone and taut flesh. It feels as if saying that name now held a sense of mockery. It may as well be a dead name, not a single human trait remains here. You lumber out of the bathroom no longer wanting to face the reality of your appearance.
You new mass of eyes fall like marbles to the floor slamming to the ground, some burst, some simply slap onto the carpeted floor. Questions race across your mind, unbearable sadness fills you and wraps you in it’s uncomfortable familiarity. You sit down on your bed which creaks heavily under your new weight. Well, guess your just die in your room or something.

The sound of what seems like a bomb going off takes you out of your moment of self reflection. Life being the horrid whore that it is refuses to let you do what you want. It hardly phases you at this point. Screams and the yelling of ridiculously named attacks spells out the situation out for you perfectly. You look at your phone, an alert went off an hour ago, asking for evacuation over a possible Wolf level monster. Well, it’s just a wolf level so maybe the cops cold handle it.

Time suddenly slows as the severed head of a monster bursts through your wall, its lifeless red irises eyes staring at you as it flies through the air spraying a trail of blood on your apartment. You look on in horror as it embeds itself into your carpeted floor. This took place all in the matter of a two second time period.

You sit on your bed with a hole in your wall, and you are now covered in viscera. All in all it is shaping up to be a bad day.
“Shit, I missed!” The head mutters through a mouth full of your floor. The rounded metal looking head begins to rock itself to try and turn itself around. From its bloody stump is blood begins to spray out in a torrent,-is it flying using its own blood pressure? All of your eyes stare in mild shock.

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>>5637538
It sounds like a running faucet as the head ruins the carpet by drenching it in this fluids. A shimmer of a form begins to take place within the shower of blood. Within a few uncomfortable seconds of just staring at this thing ruin your afternoon it some forms a crimson body out of its own blood. One that looks rather frail. It’s as if their nervous system was being used as an crutch. All things considered now your malformed body doesn’t look so bad in comparison.
“Holy fuck your ugly.”
God dammit you just can’t win.
“Wait you’re a monster too! Can you help a guy out? Some Afro dude wants to kill a brother for being free! You get me?” He says with a bit of a slur as the iron headed individual spit out blood. He looked like a large iron ball placed on a bundle of sticks.

You can hear foot steps and heavy breathing as a man kicks in your door, denting it as it slams off its hinges. How many middle fingers can life throw at a guy!? A man with a white shirt that is covered in viscera barges in. “Get back here you damn head-What is that!” His anger sudden turns to shock as he points at you as your eyes casually roll across the floor.
You say nothing and simply sit on your bed. Slowly the Afro man turns to the head. “W-well it doesn’t matter Bun-bun man is gonna show his worth!” He shouts. You sit there and contemplate what to do, maybe you should help one of them somehow? Since your monster it’s unlikely your gonna get any allies anytime soon.

———————-
What do you do?

>Help the blood head thing.

>Help the hero, might as well get a decent word in.

>Ask them politely to fuck off.

>Write in.
————-

>>5637546
>Help the hero, might as well get a decent word in.

>>5637546
>Ask them politely to fuck off.
>"Can't a just-turned monster be depressed in peace?"

>>5637546
>>Ask them politely to fuck off.
Mans just wanna cry in peace

>>5637546
>Ask them politely to fuck off.
Good monsters just get killed anyway.

>>5637546
>>Ask them politely to fuck off.

>Ask them politely to fuck off.

>>5637546
>>Ask them politely to fuck off.
>>"Can't a just-turned monster be depressed in peace?"

>>5637727
>+1

>>5637546
>>Ask them politely to fuck off.

>>5637546
>Ask them politely to fuck off.
If they continue, kick them out with force

>>5637727
+1 this

>>5637546
>"Dude please fuck off, I haven't done shit except damage my own property by accident."

>>5637546
>"Dude please fuck off, I haven't done shit except damage my own property by accident."
>"is this somehow worse then before i was not called ugly but hypocrites"

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>>5637546
>Ask them politely to fuck off.

>>5637727

>>5637727
>Support
>Get a beer, try and drink it, cry if we can't

>>5637727
+1

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“Can't a just-turned monster be depressed in peace?" You ask towards the two home invaders, your new rib cage mouth twisting as the plea filled words echo throughout the room. It stops the two of them they seem to look at each other than back at you as if mulling over your words. Did you get through?
“Holy shit it talks!” The two weird dunces say in unison. Even as a monster you get ignored this is bullshit….
“Wait your a new guy? Shit then this must suck huh? More reason than ever to help your fellow monster! Help me double team this guy! I can show you the ropes!” The bloody stilted head grinned not caring for your plea. You don’t want to be shown the ropes but at this point you wish you had one.

“H-hey a two on one is cheating! What about honor and fairness and all that junk!” Bun-Bun man blurts out in mild fear.
“We’ll then why don’t you call for backup then? Ya coward!” The head says with upmost pride.
“Hey, can you shut up?” You say from your bed toward the apparently suicidal head on vein stilts.

Shit….I may need back up.” He reaches for something.

“Yeah call an S-class why don’t ya! Me and my pal can-

To your surprise the pale Afro man pulls out a fucking Glock from his hair.
He points it the head. The head keeps talking smack whilst a firearm is pressed against his temple. You’ve had enough of this! The stress from all of this has bubbled into frothing red fury. You want them out!

——————

‘Something wishes to awaken within you. A fundamental ability fit for your personality. Choose wisely.’

>Thorn Heart - it doesn’t matter none of this matters, you don’t want to be touched just left alone so you can die alone. Black spikes of indescribable sharpness law dormant inside your heart, literally weighing it down. Upon your will they will jut out and protect your from whatever wishes to hurt you. To the best of its ability.

>Contagious thoughts - Upon being struck your thoughts and angst are felt by your attacker. They feel everything, in its entirety. It’s hard to fight while your too depressed to ignite your fighting spirit.

>Evil eye. - You resent others for having what you could never grasp, this resent has grown into festering hate. You want them to hurt, to suffer. With a focused stare, you can put others into a nightmare world of their own creation. To everyone the torment is different, but be warned people react differently and the strong tend to lash out at their fears.

>>5638499
>>Thorn Heart - it doesn’t matter none of this matters, you don’t want to be touched just left alone so you can die alone. Black spikes of indescribable sharpness law dormant inside your heart, literally weighing it down. Upon your will they will jut out and protect your from whatever wishes to hurt you. To the best of its ability.

>>5638499
>Contagious thoughts - Upon being struck your thoughts and angst are felt by your attacker. They feel everything, in its entirety. It’s hard to fight while your too depressed to ignite your fighting spirit.
Maybe then they will finally understand.

>>5638499
>>Thorn Heart - it doesn’t matter none of this matters, you don’t want to be touched just left alone so you can die alone. Black spikes of indescribable sharpness law dormant inside your heart, literally weighing it down. Upon your will they will jut out and protect your from whatever wishes to hurt you. To the best of its ability.

>>5638499
>Contagious thoughts - Upon being struck your thoughts and angst are felt by your attacker. They feel everything, in its entirety. It’s hard to fight while your too depressed to ignite your fighting spirit
This feels like the least jobber-like ability.

>>5638499
>Contagious thoughts - Upon being struck your thoughts and angst are felt by your attacker. They feel everything, in its entirety. It’s hard to fight while your too depressed to ignite your fighting spirit.

>>5638499
>>Thorn Heart - it doesn’t matter none of this matters, you don’t want to be touched just left alone so you can die alone. Black spikes of indescribable sharpness law dormant inside your heart, literally weighing it down. Upon your will they will jut out and protect your from whatever wishes to hurt you. To the best of its ability.

Contagious thoughts has the problem where once we become strong enough and somewhat confident it's kinda useless.

>>5638499
>Thorn Heart
Fitting.
Extra points if its extremely painful and/or an involuntary reaction.

>>5638499
>>Contagious thoughts - Upon being struck your thoughts and angst are felt by your attacker. They feel everything, in its entirety. It’s hard to fight while your too depressed to ignite your fighting spirit.

"I don't want to deal with this right now."

>>5638499
>Thorn Heart - it doesn’t matter none of this matters, you don’t want to be touched just left alone so you can die alone. Black spikes of indescribable sharpness law dormant inside your heart, literally weighing it down. Upon your will they will jut out and protect your from whatever wishes to hurt you. To the best of its ability.

Also despite veinhead being a cocky shit, I think we should at least not attack him, we certaintly look the part of a monster able to crush things without a second thought.

>>5638551
accidentally broke up our post
so running to us isn't entirely unreasonable.

>>5638551
Counterpoint: He broke our house.

>>5638553
Well, he didn't run for it to our house, he missed his rocket head attack.

Besides, this guy is having trouble with a hero that uses a gun. We can take care of him if he really wants to start shit.

For reference
Death Gatling is the highest ranked hero that uses a non-laser weapon, and he's rank 8. Assuming that it's not because of marketing or political maneuverings, one of the goddamn Tank-Top disciples are higher ranked than him.

>Contagious thoughts - Upon being struck your thoughts and angst are felt by your attacker. They feel everything, in its entirety. It’s hard to fight while your too depressed to ignite your fighting spirit.

"Dude just please leave me alone and I won't be a problem"

Depressed monster quest go
>Inb4 Saitama invites us over to play video games

Did I get band again?

>>5638499
>Contagious thoughts - Upon being struck your thoughts and angst are felt by your attacker. They feel everything, in its entirety. It’s hard to fight while your too depressed to ignite your fighting spirit.

Thorn heart I guess

>>5638499
>Contagious thoughts - Upon being struck your thoughts and angst are felt by your attacker. They feel everything, in its entirety. It’s hard to fight while your too depressed to ignite your fighting spirit

>>5638499
>Contagious thoughts - Upon being struck your thoughts and angst are felt by your attacker. They feel everything, in its entirety. It’s hard to fight while your too depressed to ignite your fighting spirit.

>>5638499
>Thorn Heart - it doesn’t matter none of this matters, you don’t want to be touched just left alone so you can die alone. Black spikes of indescribable sharpness law dormant inside your heart, literally weighing it down. Upon your will they will jut out and protect your from whatever wishes to hurt you. To the best of its ability.

>>5638499
>Contagious thoughts - Upon being struck your thoughts and angst are felt by your attacker. They feel everything, in its entirety. It’s hard to fight while your too depressed to ignite your fighting spirit.
Eldritch abomination is a go

what's great about contagious thoughts is that when we become happy people will also become less likely to try and kill us.

>>5639289
Oh, I didn't think about it that way...

I'm still worried if we get motivated to fight tho, unless it compounds and it's like making people go berserk or fucking up their instincts since we have... actually, I'm not sure what power we have, we're indestructible, right?

>>5638499
>Contagious thoughts - Upon being struck your thoughts and angst are felt by your attacker. They feel everything, in its entirety. It’s hard to fight while your too depressed to ignite your fighting spirit.

‘There’s no going back now. Let your humanity die.’

You get up from your bed suddenly. It feels as if your in front of a crowd, a judging, hateful crowd that’ll attack the slightest flaw outside of their projected perfection. Your apartment is broken and vandalized your body is mangled and parodied. You feel so, so tired. Of course this would happen to you. Your presence looms over the two bickering invaders. “Leave.” You practically beg, your voice is hoarse, pained but the deepness of it sent a shiver up what remained of the duo of debauchery’s spines.
And sent an already on edge rookie into a fear driven instinctive action. The are pushed back by your meager advance your scabbed flesh touching the man’s hand and the heads veined stand.

A torrent of emotion known to the man, alien to the monster floods their body in a relentless torrent. You stand above casting a shadow as your eyes stare blankly and your ribs move rhythmically with your ragged breath.
The head feels his veins begin to bend, thoughts of doubt, inner hatred, second guessing, self hate all become one in a relentless onslaught of his mind. He seems to realize his life as a head. He can’t eat, or run, or pick up anything…is his life even worth living now? He falls to the ground unmoving looking at the ceiling as he suddenly notices how he doesn’t really need to breathe anymore, ain’t that wacky? Yeah, that’s a name for him…He ruined this guys house, he doesn’t deserve to be here, to have been born. Now look at him, he’s a fucking head.

The head seems to have lost the will to do anything, from a passing touch against your body. You’re not sure what you did but somehow you feel like you’ve spread something to him. Did you..make him feel what you currently do?

Bun Bun man however looks to the ground his fists clenched, he seems to be one the verge of tears, but his grits his teeth. He knows this feeling, he knows he’s not good enough for B class, he’s barely got what it takes for C class, everyone is doing better than him. So what! He seems to be in the verge of tears as he looks up at you. This isn’t real. It’s just the monster who’s making him feel this way.

“Shut up! I know all of these things! I need to prove that I’m not worthless that I can make my parents proud without being my goddamn brother!” He yells out tears raining down his face.

He points his newly flashed gun at you ignoring the now comatose monster. Looks like he has some semblance of what you are feeling. He looks ready to shoot you, it’s gonna be you or him.


VS. Bun Bun-Man! (Feat. Glock)
‘Tomorrow you fight your first human. Have a stat page.’
—————-

Real Name : Kurohara

Monster Name: Currently Unknown.

Level: 1
Hero Association Threat Level: Pending….

Health: 15/15

Strength: 5

Defense: 30 (Depression Bonus, Indestructible Class.)

Charisma: 15 (Happy life wish and Partner bonus.)

Intelligence: 5

Each stat goes can go up to or above S rank if you’ve broken your limiter that’s later on however.
Once a letter goes above 1 it gains a grade, that simple.
More skills shall be learnt as you grow.

Known Fighting styles: Wild Flailing.

Martial arts: F5

Weapons: F5

Fists Rank: F5

Skill’s rank:F5

Indestructible Form: Rank F1

Contagious Thoughts: Rank F3

>"...then go fight someone who didn't mutate because they kept being a sad bag of shit while their girlfriend kept going on the path to leave them..."
>"...I just want you to to leave and let me figure out how to make sure she doesn't-"
>"...Oh. Wait. I guess it's truly inevitable now that I'm this..."
>"...Fuck..."

>>5639584
....oh yeah exactly pretty much.... woah this dude fucked up hard guess we got more fuel for contagious thoughts

>>5639584
a cyborg gorilla could get a job, buy groceries and get along with humans just fine our dude just got quite possibly the hardest kick in the nuts by life to stop moping and get his shit together, just get a paper bag

There are bigger weirdos out there than a 10+ft dude wearing baggy clothes and a bag on his head

>>5639770
I'm trying to mope hard enough that bunbun just curls up into a ball and we can push him back outside.

Also, I do want to say that cyborg gorilla could remove his armor and end up looking like a talking gorilla. We look like we're part of the flood or something.

>>5639788
Maybe we could put together a haunted house/maze attraction, hire a crew and promoter and pose as one of the props? We wouldn't even have to move, just brood in a spot and watch people get the heebie jeebies while they walk past!

‘Pick your option and roll for it.‘

With tears in his eyes the C class hero points a firearm at your mockery of a head, He seems hesitant to pull the trigger. Seemingly at war with his invasive thoughts, one that you’re struggling with as well, but you know this war well, even if you always lose it. The first move is yours. What shall you do.

——————
>Attack him, you don’t feel much stronger, but the anger from all that’s been done by him and the stump on the floor has made you want to “Choke a bitch.” (Roll 1d100 With no bonus.)

>You feel sturdy, safe within your skin. Not comfortable in the least but Safe. Take his shots, maybe you can take them, and if you can’t then…is it worth living in this body? (Roll 1d100 for defense with a 25 bonus.)

>Convince him to leave, he seems partially broken already. (Roll 1d100 for charisma with a 10 bonus.)

>Write-in (Roll 1d100)

>>5639879
>You feel sturdy, safe within your skin. Not comfortable in the least but Safe. Take his shots, maybe you can take them, and if you can’t then…is it worth living in this body? (Roll 1d100 for defense with a 25 bonus.)
The most depressed option

>>5639879
>You feel sturdy, safe within your skin. Not comfortable in the least but Safe. Take his shots, maybe you can take them, and if you can’t then…is it worth living in this body? (Roll 1d100 for defense with a 25 bonus.)
Do it pussy
Its what i deserve

>>5639879
>You feel sturdy, safe within your skin. Not comfortable in the least but Safe. Take his shots, maybe you can take them, and if you can’t then…is it worth living in this body? (Roll 1d100 for defense with a 25 bonus.)
Shoot if you want. Or don't, doesn't matter either way,

Rolled 51 + 25 (1d100 + 25)

>>5639879
>You feel sturdy, safe within your skin. Not comfortable in the least but Safe. Take his shots, maybe you can take them, and if you can’t then…is it worth living in this body? (Roll 1d100 for defense with a 25 bonus.)

I don't know if you want us to roll or you want to roll, so here's a roll.

Rolled 69 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>5639879
> Convince him to leave, he seems partially broken already. (Roll 1d100 for charisma with a 10 bonus.)

Rolled 57 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>5639879
>Convince him to leave, he seems partially broken already. (Roll 1d100 for charisma with a 10 bonus.)

Rolled 26 + 25 (1d100 + 25)

>>5639879
>You feel sturdy, safe within your skin. Not comfortable in the least but Safe. Take his shots, maybe you can take them, and if you can’t then…is it worth living in this body?

>>5639879
>You feel sturdy, safe within your skin. Not comfortable in the least but Safe. Take his shots, maybe you can take them, and if you can’t then…is it worth living in this body? (Roll 1d100 for defense with a 25 bonus.)

>>5639934
Seriously? A 69? Come on Bun Bun Man, you can do better

>>5639879
>>You feel sturdy, safe within your skin. Not comfortable in the least but Safe. Take his shots, maybe you can take them, and if you can’t then…is it worth living in this body? (Roll 1d100 for defense with a 25 bonus.)

>Ignore him and raid the fridge for icecream

>>5639879
>>Convince him to leave, he seems partially broken already. (Roll 1d100 for charisma with a 10 bonus.)

>>You feel sturdy, safe within your skin. Not comfortable in the least but Safe. Take his shots, maybe you can take them, and if you can’t then…is it worth living in this body? (Roll 1d100 for defense with a 25 bonus.)

‘Most chose sturdy only two rolled for it. I’ll be clear in the future about when to roll I suppose my apologies.’

Sturdy, they rolled average for defense.

He fires at your eyes blindly obviously he’s not trained with a Firearm whatsoever. Multiple shots miss and nail your TV and potted plant “Green-kun.”
One shot hit you directly in the eyes which deflected off of your eyeballs and hit the head in his jaw, causing him to cry out in pain.
He unloads, somehow constantly missing the 10 foot tall abomination who is standing still and breaking your windows, your microwave, and your mattress.
The feathers from your mattress fly into the air, as he fires wildly. After eleven whole missed shots, the man finally decides to open his eyes. He sees you unharmed looking at him with an unreadable expression.

“D-did I miss?” Bun Bun man practically whimpers.
“Yes! You fucking did you bastard! How’d you only hit him once!?” The head screams as he now has a hole in his teeth and jaw. Obviously in pain.
Bun Bun man takes a deep breath. You do as well.
“Hey, maybe it was just a bad shot, I’m sure you can kill me.” You say with a tired huff from your chest. You’re just so tired.

Bun Bun man froze, wait, he wants to be killed? But that doesn’t make any sense. There’s no such thing as a suicidal monster. It must be a trick! He wants to be shot. That’s it! He obviously has some sort redirection power. That’s how that monster got hurt! Holy shit when did he get this smart!? That’s at least a B class inner monologue right there. Which means hurting him regularly isn’t possible. Which means. He must use his strongest ability.

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>>5640241
“I’m fucking sorry, don’t kill me!” He screams as he runs out of the door he kicked open he trips as he sprints down the metal staircase leading away from your shitty residence of living. He’s running, a severed head is cursing in pain, your apartment is in tatters. All your belongings are destroyed. And you can’t even die by getting shot. You flop onto your destroyed mattress causing feathers to fly into the air.

The heads cursing makes for an irritating background noise as you think of a question that has been punching you in the gut all your life.
“What now?” You mutter from marrow lips.
——————
>Might as well check on the head since he’s screaming so much, maybe he can help you somehow?

>You how your girlfriends doing? How are you going to break the news to her?

>You gotta leave, You stay in an apartment like this, more will find you, especially since that Bun dude ran off.

>Write-in.

>>5640241
I would recommend that you either ask for rolls after the vote, or accepting rolls from all options, otherwise it's going to affect voting, with people switching to the option that rolled better.
Also have a number of rolls like bo3, so it doesn't depend on everyone rolling

>>5640247
>Might as well check on the head since he’s screaming so much, maybe he can help you somehow?

>>5640247
>>You how your girlfriends doing? How are you going to break the news to her?

>>5640247
>assuming we can find something to write on, leave a short message for our GF/Authorities so that they know we aren't a lost cause.
"Turned into a monster, big, black, then foot weird one with a squid face. Didn't hurt anyone. Will find you later. I'm sorry for everything."

It might cause the authorities to transfer our GF into protection or whatever, but at least this demonstrates we have some level of non-malevolent intelligence.

Also, last thing we want is to trigger another despair meltdown when we find out we've been cucked if our GF tries to move on and uncontrollably cause a mass suicide in the center of the city.

I wouldn't be too happy about being able to tank a glock, even if it's in the eye, I doubt armor piercing rounds would bounce off our skin, and I don't think we're advanced enough of a monster to have our "theme" apply to our insides as well, so gases and flamethrowers would still cook us alive.

>>5640280
*ten foot

>>5640247
>>5640280
+1

>>5640241
>‘Most chose sturdy only two rolled for it. I’ll be clear in the future about when to roll I suppose my apologies.’
yes, it's good to specify if you want us to roll with the vote or wait until the option is decided
>>5640247
>Might as well check on the head since he’s screaming so much, maybe he can help you somehow?

>>5640280
> +1
We a good boy.
We didn't do nothing.

>>5640247
>You gotta leave, You stay in an apartment like this, more will find you, especially since that Bun dude ran off.
Also supporting >>5640280

>>5640280
+1 supporting

Also we should scoop up veiny boy, we've totally displayed our superiority to him so we don't need to woory about backstabs as much

>>5640280
+1
we must secure her saftey.

>>5640280
support

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The thought of her invades your mind, she was the only thing you got right, the only one that made you smile despite you being….well you. But it’s best to leave that as a memory now. You’re a monster, she’ll have to move on, it hurts but at least there’s solace in knowing that you’ll no longer hold her down. She deserves to know what happened to you.

You step over the head who seems like he’s screamed himself hoarse. Most of your paper is still okay despite the destruction of your apartment. You grab a pen, it’s odd all your fingers move at once the moment one does, like a centipede of fingers on your body.
You hate it, it’s hard to pretend that you are…were human. It’s hard to write, arms, are heavy and clumsy, your feet are mangled ham slippers. Your skin is black as oil, and shines grossly with some sort of unknown moistness. Well, she doesn’t have to know the details about how you now look. Just the cliff notes, that’s all.

Your write it down. Reminiscing about the simple mundanity of the dates the two of you had, writing about how much you took her for granted how much….no. You crumple it up and throw it away. That’s too much, you don’t want to scare her. Be simple be blunt.

The note you wrote wasn’t beautiful, it wasn’t a declaration of love, it was simply an explanation and an apology. You place it on your drawer which is only slightly drenched in blood. It simply reads : "Turned into a monster a big, black, ten foot tall, abomination with a mockery of a face. Didn't hurt anyone. Will find you later. I'm sorry for everything.” - Kurohara.

A bit of weight has been lifted from the ten ton boulder in your chest. You sigh from your new mouth. Looks like your gonna have to leave soon, but is there anything that you need to take with you?
——————
>Your wallet, most people won’t service a monster, but stealing wont help your image much.

>Your phone, You’ll need some form of connection with the world. It’s cracked now, but it works.

>Your gun, You bought one years back. You decided to load it with more than one bullet after having it for a while. You’ve never shot it, but it was only ever going to be used on one person.

>Write-in.

>>5641025
>Your wallet, most people won’t service a monster, but stealing wont help your image much.

>Your phone, You’ll need some form of connection with the world. It’s cracked now, but it works.

>Write-in.
We probably have an oversized hoodie or jacket or robe for when we're depressed but not depressed enough to just lay there without changing clothes, maybe that still fits?

>>5641025
>Your phone, You’ll need some form of connection with the world. It’s cracked now, but it works.

>>5641025
>>Your wallet, most people won’t service a monster, but stealing wont help your image much.
>>Your phone, You’ll need some form of connection with the world. It’s cracked now, but it works.

>>5641025
We are picking up the head, the last fucking thing we need is a monster with a grudge, or even worse, him hyping us up as some unkillable despair god and getting heros sent after us.

Remember, even C class heros are cleared to use shit like dynamite and poison lethal enough to kill most low threat monsters.

If we get backed into a corner, remember, surrendering is not death so long as we are low enough of a threat level, we'll just get chucked in jail. That's what happened to the monster that surrendered to King.

>>5641025
>Your wallet, most people won’t service a monster, but stealing wont help your image much.
>Your phone, You’ll need some form of connection with the world. It’s cracked now, but it works.
>The head. He isn't that bad

>>5641063
>Support

>>5641025
>Your phone, You’ll need some form of connection with the world. It’s cracked now, but it works.

>>5641025
> (Write-in) A memento of better times. A photograph depicting you and Her, taken during a weekend trip out in the country. She's clinging to you, beaming that bright smile of hers and you - you look content, comfortable even.
Perhaps we aren't ready to let go entirely...

>>5641317
+1
Beautiful anon just for that write in you have my vote

Adding this to my vote >>5641317

>>5641317
Voting for this.

>>5641317
+1

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‘Sorry for the delay, did a lot of writing ahead for scenarios and got side tracked. Fell unconscious after a long work day. Next decision will be a simple one yet a big one.’

Looking over your belongings you realize how little you truly have, does your phone even matter? Now, you probably can’t even type with your huge fused fingers, and your voice is utterly alien to how you used to sound.
What good would your wallet do? You’re a monster people won’t take your money, you can’t exactly drive when you’re taller than a truck so want good is a license or sense of human identity? They’d just think you killed a guy. You catch something in the corner of your …face, that you have clipped to the door of your closet, a picture of you and her.
A photograph depicting you and her, taken during a weekend trip out in the country. She's clinging to you, beaming that bright smile of hers and you - you look content, comfortable even. One of the few times that you felt joy was with her. She’s not a super model, you’re not a body builder or some twink with the muscle mass of a piece of beef jerky.

But you loved her and she you. Despite your faults she cared about you, or maybe it was a sense of pity due to her knowing about your mental state, who can say? Even if it is out of pity or fear it felt real, you desperately want to believe it is real.
She deserves better, but you can’t bring yourself to let her go.

An emotional cocktail fills your heart in a flood as you stare at it, all of your eyes looking on in nostalgic remembrance of what you took for granted. A being of pure black begins to whimper, it’s an inhuman sound of sadness. Your arms shake as you attempt to decline the picture from the wall.
Slow and steady as if your preforming heart surgery you shakily grasp the photo of a better time, your newly oily skin moistens the picture slightly. Creating a black void where your face was in it. You hold onto it, carefully. You keep it between a pair of fingers on your left arm. You hide it under a now clasped fused hand.

>>5642798
It was so little, it was so stupid, it was so cheesy. Yet it helped. It helped a lot. You take one last look at your apartment getting a glimpse of your self in the window as the sun begins to set in the horizon. Yeah, nobody deserves to live with that thing looking back at you.

You leave the letter there, it’s scratchy but it’ll do. The head is still here, the last thing you want is her thinking that this is you, as such you are evicting him. Lazily you nudge the in-pain head along the floor with a malformed hand-foot, he rolls down the steps leading to what was once your living space. The dusk sky bathes the city in a warm tangerine glow, Your skin doesn’t seem to reflect light anymore, you can’t feel it at all. You can still feel the air though it chills you but you welcome it. You have no idea what to do next. Or where to go. You’ve got no grudges, no goals, you just wanted to live. So that is what you will do, But where would you be safe? At least for the night.

———-
‘Where will you go? Each location houses a monster, a possible ally, or a formidable enemy. Think carefully.’

>The park nearby, it’s almost always empty, few pass by.

>Go to the alleyways, you don’t want to be seen. Maybe you can slink away.

>Past the market there’s a nearly abandoned street maybe you’ll be safe there.

>Write-in

>>5642798
>Past the market there’s a nearly abandoned street maybe you’ll be safe there.
We really should try going somewhere abandoned. An warehouse or something. Though really, it would be good if we went and got connected with the monster underground eventually

>>5642803
>The park nearby, it’s almost always empty, few pass by.

>>5642803
>The park nearby, it’s almost always empty, few pass by.

>>5642803
>Past the market there’s a nearly abandoned street maybe you’ll be safe there.

>>5642819
+1

>>5642805
+1 support

>>5642803
>>The park nearby, it’s almost always empty, few pass by.

>>5642803
>>Past the market there’s a nearly abandoned street maybe you’ll be safe there.

>>5642803
>The park nearby, it’s almost always empty, few pass by
Relaxing on a bench

>>5642803
>The park nearby, it’s almost always empty, few pass by.
Oh look it raining! No, it's just the tears.

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The idea of the old park invades your mind. The streets are still evacuated due to the wolf level alert, giving you ample time to hobble to your location of solitude for the night. Your careful to avoid any busy streets, taking the long way in case your seen. You got lucky with that C class, he seemed new, nervous, unsure of himself, like you. Your probably now screwed with that Bun-Bun Man escaping though.
He’s likely going to put you in a database or something soon.
So either way your days are numbered, but is it even worth living as a monster? You hardly felt like it was living as a man. So if a hero does come to you, is it worth fighting them? Is it better to just accept the end? You think about your life as you walk. Your chest wheezing in anxiety.

You arrive at the isolated park, it wasn’t impressive in the least. With only a small playground, a bench, and a couple of trees. It was akin to that of a large backyard, but construction has to be cut short here due to monster attacks flaring up during its construction, so short cuts had to be made. Yet you found lots of comfort here as a human, that included the idea of Heroes. The Heroes who once made you feel safe are going to try and kill you on sight, it’s just how things are going to be from now on.

Carefully you sit down on a bench, it creaks under your weight but thankfully didn’t break. It’s night now and the street lights have turned on. Partially illuminating you, but only partially, your skin is still black as oil despite the light shining near you. You look up to the night sky, and ask yourself a question that you’ve asked yourself for most of your life…”Is this life worth living?”. The pitter patter of stomping feet makes it clear that your solitude will be short lived. A blue frog suddenly ran toward a bush close to where you were sitting.

>>5643674
You were near invisible in the dull light of the street lamps. What are they-
*BLARG!* The blue frog suddenly threw up something on the grass beside you not seeing you at first due to your dark complexion. With a huff they wipe their mouth with the sleeve of a green-fuzzy trim hoodie. They turn around and see a nightmare looking back at them.
He freezes, in place, his blue jaw suddenly hanging like a hinge in pure shock.
He has a nasty scar across his right eye which is slightly discolored compared to his other yellow, reptilian eye. His eyes widen as he backs away from the location of his gut wrenching. He seems to have thrown up…a purse?
“Hey….what’s up.” He says with a cracked voice. He certainly doesn’t look like a deadly monster. But maybe he can tell you something about how to be a monster. Surely there’s more to it than just…causing destruction and killing.

Then again you do wanna be left alone, and he seems to be rather off put by your appearance should be easy to chose him off. What do you do with this sudden albeit unwanted company?

*Learned : Intimidating Presence.

—————-
‘A fellow monster is here. Whether you make peace or war is up to you.’

>Attack him, get him to leave you alone.

>Ask him if he just turned as well. Maybe he can help you if so.

>Question him about the purse he threw up.

>Write-in.

>>5643677
>Ask him if he just turned as well. Maybe he can help you if so.

>>5643677
>>Ask him if he just turned as well. Maybe he can help you if so.

>>5643677
> (write-in) Spending a moment to consider if its worth even putting down the effort, you eventually greet the amphibian rogue and respond to his question honestly. Briefly explaining that you are freshly turned and trying to gauge whether this existence is worth enduring.

>>5643812
+1

>>5643812
>+1

>>5643677>>Question him about the purse he threw up.

>>5643677
>>Ask him if he just turned as well. Maybe he can help you if so.

>>5643677
>Question him about the purse he threw up.
>If he's stolen it for money, ask him who he thinks will accept cash from a monster

>>5643812
+1

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You look at the slightly spooked amphibian.
Eventually you sigh causing a visible cloud of hot air to emit from the teeth going up the middle of your twin rib cages. “Nothing really, I’m just sitting here.”
The frog seems surprised at such a somber tone coming from something so large and admittedly a bit grotesque. But the humbleness is a bit reassuring, hopeful this means his insides won’t be turned outside.
“Oh, so is it okay if I get some stuff from that bush over there it’s uh, where I stash my stuff.” He asks still hesitant about the large monster that towers over him even as it sits.
“I don’t mind.” You answer, he looks harmless enough, you don’t exactly have a room to retreat to anymore so the horrible reality of interacting with people is one you’ll have to accept. He runs over and grabs the purse, bringing it to the bush and taking out a large green cooler covered with what seems like glued on leaves and shrubs. He places it inside, before shoving the cooler back into the shrubbery.

“Can you do me a favor and…not steal anything from there? I stole that fair and square Y’know? Heh, it’s not easy for a wolf level to get by.” He says with a nervous smirk.
“I’m not here to make anyone’s life even worse. I’m just here to think.” You answer honestly to him. Thinking briefly to the smile of your girl.
“About what?” He asks looking up at you with his scarred frog face.
“If life’s worth living as I am now.” You answer with a simple shrug of your blackened marrow.
He seems to freeze up a bit at that. It was an odd thing to hear from such a large monster, smaller weak ones sure. But never the big guys.

>>5644548
You doing okay man? Your not acting, well, as Dickish as other monsters I’ve met.”

“No, I’m not I just turned this morning. I lost all that I had in a single night. For no reason whatsoever.” You answer holding your eye orb with your malformed hand mittens.

“That sucks. When I turned I was normal enough to get by until my…habits took hold. That’s when I got the crap beaten out of by some tracksuit wearing jackass calling himself a hero.” He sighs. “That’s how I got this scar, taught me to do this stuff at night and not in the morning. That was my first hero encounter, luckily it’s been my last since I know how to avoid them now.” He says with a bit of pride, your guessing that not many monsters survive a hero encounter.

“I met my first hero, he burst into my house and shot me.” You answer. His voice immediately loses all of its pride. And he turns to look at you with shock.

“And you’re fine? Your bullet proof? You lucky bastard! I can only climb walls and hold items in my weird stomach.” He looks at himself in mild shame suddenly feeling a lot less cool.

“How is looking like modern art lucky? I had a girlfriend, I can’t go back and burden her with…this.” You mutter glumly.

“Yeah, but you survived a gun shot without a scratch! That’s a great trade off if you ask me! I mean I’d kill to be strong enough to just shrug off a store owner firing off at me. Damn gun owners.” He mumbles that last part in disdain. Before looking back at you with a grin.

“Im Kaeru. I guess you could call me…an owned goods relocator.“ Kaeru answers with a bit of snide pride. He was an odd one…but your not disgusted by him and he’s not insulting you or breaking anything you own. And…he doesn’t seem like an ass. Maybe you can ask him some questions about the monster life?

——————-
‘What do you ask this fellow monster?’

> “What do I do now. Like as a monster what is there for me to do?”

>”Are you jealous of me? How? Look at me.”

>”Who was this hero? I’ve never heard of one wearing a tracksuit.”

>”Why would you steal? What could a monster need money for?”

>”How do you avoid hero’s? Mine just busted through my apartment.”

>Write-in

>>5644551
>> “What do I do now. Like as a monster what is there for me to do?”
>”How do you avoid hero’s? Mine just busted through my apartment.”
>”Why would you steal? What could a monster need money for?”

>>5644551
>“What do I do now. Like as a monster what is there for me to do?”
>”Why would you steal? What could a monster need money for?”

>>5644551
>”Are you jealous of me? How? Look at me.”
>”Why would you steal? What could a monster need money for?”

>>5644551
> “What do I do now. Like as a monster what is there for me to do?”
>”Why would you steal? What could a monster need money for?”

>>5644551
> “What do I do now. Like as a monster what is there for me to do?”
>>”How do you avoid hero’s? Mine just busted through my apartment.”

>>5644551
> “What do I do now. Like as a monster what is there for me to do?”
>”Why would you steal? What could a monster need money for?”

>>5644593
>support

>>5644551
I don't think we should ask why he'd be jealous of us, since we're clearly both scary/deviant enough to be shoot on sight, as opposed to monsters like that seaweed person, flashlight monster, or gorilla, so he'd take a appearance downgrade for extra safety.

I get that we're sad, but we don't have to be a prick about it.

>”How do you avoid hero’s? Mine just busted through my apartment.”

Also this is kinda metagaming, but I don't think this is either tongue stretcher or Frog man

>>5644551
> “What do I do now. Like as a monster what is there for me to do?”
>start crying, like before some eyes start falling on the ground like tears
>”Why would you steal? What could a monster need money for how would you even spend it?”

>>5647241
+1

Rip Kurohara, a blatant reference to Choujin X

C'mon OP, don't leave us hangging

>Write-in
>"Have any use for a body guard?"
Moping won't solve anything, This guy not only knows how to survive but is also normal enough to do the talking while your repulsive self hides nearby, and you'll at least die trying to carve out a better life rather than wallowing in your own sadness.