>>5770471
HORSEQUEST UNIVERSE
Part One
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2023/5664737/

Part Two
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2023/5703665/

GENERAL INFORMATION
This is a drawquest. The current player character's actions are determined on a majority vote. Feel free to be as creative and wacky as you would like! I also run other quests, which you can find under my website below. There is also a wiki (under construction) that you can read up on. Thank you for playing and reading!

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>>5770471
Theremin

>>5770471
Jack Jackal

>>5770471
Jack "Jackal" Jackson

>>5770484

Backing this

>>5770471
>John Bounty

>>5770471
>>5770484
+1 to this. That's a name with FANGS

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>>5770489
You are JACK "JACKAL" JACKSON, a MYSTERIOUS HOODED BOUNTY HUNTER.

In the desolate and unforgiving expanse of the arctic wasteland, you move forward with an air of relentless determination. You conceal your identity beneath your shrouded hood, leaving only piercing eyes to glimpse the harsh frozen world you traverse. Your mission? To track down a notorious fugitive named JEREMIAH COLT.

COLT has incurred the wrath of authorities and criminal syndicates alike, amassing bounties on his head that rival the glacial heights of ANTARCTICA itself. With wanted posters plastered across Afroasian cities and Antarctic outposts, you have embarked on a relentless pursuit, driven by the promise of a hefty reward.

It is a cloudy night. In the distance, you see several outposts scattered about the TRANSANTARCTIC MOUNTAIN RANGE.
How do you proceed?

>>5770490
>Snowboard over to the nearest one looking all cool like Sonic the Hedgehog

>>5770490
>Walk into the nearest outpost while being cool and mysterious

>>5770495
Support

>>5770495
+1 DO NOT REMOVE YOUR HELMET JACK, you know you get terrible helmet hair and it will ruin the mysterious vibe

>>5770490
>>Walk into the nearest outpost while being cool and mysterious

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>>5770495
>>5770500
You survey the barren expanse of the Antarctic wasteland, searching for the nearest outpost. You can see plenty of distant lights of the outposts buried deep in the mountains, but you can't seem to— wait. To the right of a wide, ice-coated river, a single, small outpost comes into view: PORTER STATION. It stands like a solitary sentinel against the frozen horizon, its lights like stars in the night. You travel towards the outpost, your footsteps crunching though the pristine snow.

>>5770506
You ponder removing your helmet. You realize you don't even have a helmet on! What a waste of brain activity.
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>>5770636
You arrive at PORTER STATION. You see several buildings with snow covered roads connecting them. The NEW AMERICAS flag sails in the wind. What will you do?
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>>5770638
Go inside. Maybe they have a helmet for us to borrow that we can ponder removing

>>5770688
+1 but do it mysteriously

>>5770725
+1

>>5770688
Yes, stride in without saying a word.

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>>5770725
>>5770780
>>5770829
You decide to enter the closest building. As you walk in, the atmosphere shifts from the cold, desolate Antarctic wilderness to the warm and inviting interior of the outpost. The building has signs of it once being a canteen for the original settlers, but now it has been repurposed into a makeshift bar, a hub of activity in this frozen frontier. You enter quietly, the heavy doors swinging shut behind you. The low hum of conversations and the clinking of glasses fill the air, creating a stark contrast to the icy silence outside. You take note of the clientele in here: researchers, arctic miners, fellow bounty hunters such as yourself, and settlers who have taken bartending and brewing jobs. You tower over most everyone in the room, but no one seems to pay much attention to you.
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>>5770874
Walk up to the counter and order a drink, but only do so in grunts and intensely staring at the drink we want.

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>>5770876
You make your way to the bar counter, your stride determined. You take a seat, hood still concealing your face, and lean forward, locking eyes with the bartender. Without uttering a single word, you convey your desire for a drink through a series of terse grunts, your gaze fixed firmly on the DALMORE 62 SINGLE HIGHLAND MALT SCOTCH and the liquid within it. A expensive rarity way back when.

The bartender, well-acquainted with the peculiarities of the outpost's clientele, raises an eyebrow but doesn't question your unspoken request. With a word of understanding, he reaches for the bottle, pouring a shot of that silky smooth scotch. The glass clinks softly as it's placed before you, and you take it in hand.
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>>5770920
Look the bartender in the eye very intensely and down the drink in one gulp.

>>5770920
Raise the glass while grunting as if toasting, and then drink it in one go. After that thank the bartender normally in the common tongue.

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>>5770942
You lock eyes with the bartender and raise the glass with a grunt, offering a wordless toast to the harsh Antarctic frontier. Then, in one swift motion, you down the liquor in a single gulp. The fiery warmth courses through you, momentarily warding off the cold that lingers in your... bones.
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>>5770942
Finally, breaking the silence, you clear your throat.

"I extend my gratitude for your service."

"No worries, mate. You've got good taste."

"Thank you."

"You another one of them bounty hunters?" You cock your head sideways.

"Another one?" you ask. The bartender points his thumb at a man in a cowboy hat with a helmet on. He seems to be reading some papers.

"This one and a couple others like him showed up just a few minutes before you did. They were checking out that there bulletin," he says. The bartender points directly above the man in the cowboy hat to a sign with several memos and papers displayed on it. "The others left a while ago," he continues. "But this one is still around."
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>>5771066
Head over to the bulletin

>>5771066
>Head over to the bulletin

>>5771066
>Check the bulletin and silently admire the cowboy's cool helmet

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>>5771096
>>5771101
>>5771150
You make your way over to the digital bulletin board. There seems to be news, weather, time, advertisements, and— aha, WANTED LISTS. Seems like one is already taken care of, but your mark: JEREMIAH COLT, is still up for grabs. You eye that pricey reward. That'll set you up for quite a bit, you think.

ITEMS ON THE BULLETIN:

LarryCorp Reports High Profit!
Today is a red letter day for New American megacorporation LarryCorp, as it sees its highest reported financial gain in over 5 years.
Article by Cohen News

Temperature
-52°F

Time
11:49 PM

INCOMING WINDS
According to accurate forecasting, there will be a heavy wind from the hours of 1AM-2AM. Additionally, there will be an ice storm watch.

Please stay safe.

WANTED: DANGEROUS CRIMINALS
D. CRASH - DANGEROUSLY SAUCY - CLAIMED
J. COLT - ARMED FUGITIVE - 500K CREDITS
Stay safe and stay out of trouble.

Feeling "FEESHY" gents? Allow us to introduce to you a new genetically modified hottie:
ELISE
With those ears and gills and a figure that

You briefly look down to admire the cowboy's dope ass helmet, but from the height you're standing at, you can't really get a good look at his helmet without making it look obvious you're looking.
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>>5771161
Walk past him, bump into him so his hat falls off.
If he calls us out on it, play stupid.

>>5771161
"My, my, you have quite the dashing helmet mister. Can you take off your hat so that I may inspect your fucking beautiful cranium protection?"

>>5771161
>Order another drink and play cards with the cowboy until the ice storm ends.

>>5771182
>>5771185
>>5771189
All very good options! We need a tiebreaker roll… someone roll a 1d3!

>>5771189
I'll support this

Rolled 2 (1d3)

>>5771285

>>5771189
I support this.

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>>5771185
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>>5771288
>>5771408
You signal to the bartender for another drink and turn your attention to the cowboy.

"Fancy a game of cards?" You offer. The cowboy doesn't look at you, opting instead to continue reading through his papers. You attempt to take a seat next to him with your drink in hand.

"Buzz off, CIRCUIT-SLAGGER." His monotone voice buzzes through his respirator as he swivels in his seat to face you. You do get a better view of his helmet now. It has a large visor and respirator. The surface is very smooth, the transition from visor glass to metal almost invisble.

"I'm sorry?"

"You heard me. I'm not interested in your little distractions."

"Oh, I didn't mean any—"

"Sure, you didn't. Don't make me repeat myself." He turns back to his papers.

How will you proceed now?

Circuit-Slagger [sur•kit•slag•er] noun An insult among bounty hunters, referring to the BOUNTY CIRCUIT, a global union of licensed hunters, implying that someone is in the lower ranks of the CIRCUIT and by extension, a bad bounty hunter.
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Apologies for the long wait! I visited my folks over the weekend and didn't get time to update til this morning.

>>5774256
>Try to get a peek at the papers
If they don't mention Jeremiah Colt, leave him be. Otherwise we should remove any competition so we can claim the bountry for ourselves

>>5774256
>Peek at the papers.
"Right on, cowboy. Bet you're shit in playin' cards as you are in hunting targets."

>>5774469
+1

>>5774469
plusone

>>5774256
>>5774469
+1

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>>5774467
>>5774469
>>5774485
>>5774732
>>5774768
"Certainly. All the better for me, I suspected your card skills might mirror your proficiency in pursuing targets." The cowboy freezes. He slowly turns to you, his right hand subtly shaking in anger.

"You wanna repeat that again, ORBIT TRASH?" As he gets up, the bartender gives you a worried look, your SCOTCH in hand.

"I'm sure you're not hard of hearing." You point a metallic finger at the cowboy. He growls, slamming his hand on the bar counter as he gets in your face.

"Hard of hearing— I'll SHOW you hard of hear—" The bartender gets between you both.

"GENTLEMEN!" He exclaims. You and the cowboy don't move a muscle, but you both stop talking. The cowboy cocks his head.

"You wanna play cards? Fine. Name a game. You've got until the blasted storm is over."

What card game will you choose?

Orbit Trash [awr•bit trash] noun An insult originating in the early 22nd century. It implies that the target is not only undesirable but also disposable, much like debris left in orbit around a planet.
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>>5774838
GO FISH

>>5774838
>GO FISH!

>>5774838
>GO FISH
Lets see if he's truly worthy of such an immaculate helmet.

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>>5774838
While he's distracted by staring at you, you try and peek at the pages. Unfortunately, they are all written in JAPANESE! Damn!
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>>5774871
Deal the cards and look him right in the eye.

>>5774838
UNO

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>>5774855
>>5774857
>>5774861
>>5774891
"Go-Fish." You state in a matter-of-fact sort of way. The cowboy just kind of... stares.

"Go-Fish? What are you, twelve?" He hangs his head down and sighs, his breathing sounding almost robotic with his respirator. "Whatever." You could swear he was muttering something about taking you too seriously, but you can't really tell.

You take a seat and take out your SLICK DECK OF CARDS. Just as you're about to deal the cards, however, the BARTENDER steps in.

"Let me do that. The last thing I need is you two fighting over if you dealt fairly." He takes the deck from you and deals you both FOUR (4) CARDS. You stare your opponent in the eyes... well, I mean, you would, but that visor is very opaque. You hope you're staring at him in the eyes.

TUTORIAL
As an entire game of Go-Fish is not quite practical in a quest based scenario, I've devised a "simpler" roll based game.

You have FOUR (4) CARDS, of which, you choose one. Then, you will roll a 1d100 to see if either you or your opponent win a full BOOK. The best of the first three (3) rolls will be selected. Once a BOOK has been won, the original card in your deck will be replaced with another. You win by winning THREE (3) BOOKS before your opponent does.

Ranks will determine what roll you need to succeed, and suits will help/hinder you with +/- modifiers.

Here are the required rolls for each rank:
2 - >10
3 - >20
4 - >30
5 - >35
6 - >40
7 - >45
8 - >50
9 - >55
10 - >60
J - >70
Q - >80
K - >90
A - >95

Here are the modifiers for each suit:
CLUBS -20
DIAMONDS -20
HEARTS +10
SPADES +20

>tl;dr: Select a card and roll a 1d100 (+/- any modifiers).

>Example: ACE OF SPADES, 1d100+20
>Result: 70+20=90, 90<95, so the roll fails.

You have:
TWO OF HEARTS
THREE OF SPADES
JACK OF CLUBS
QUEEN OF HEARTS

Which card will you ask the cowboy for?
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Rolled 11 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>5775045
>TWO OF HEARTS

Rolled 71 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>5775045
>TWO OF HEARTS

Rolled 15 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>5775045
>TWO OF HEARTS

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>>5775090
BEST ROLL:
71(BASE ROLL)+10(HEARTS MODIFIER)=81
81>10=SUCCESS!

You get a BOOK OF TWOS!
You have ONE (1) BOOK.
Your opponent has ZERO (0).

You have:
ACE OF SPADES
THREE OF SPADES
JACK OF CLUBS
QUEEN OF HEARTS

It is still your turn.
Which card will you ask the cowboy for?

(For a reminder on how to play, refer to: >>5775045 )
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>>5775634
Three of spades

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>>5775643
You gotta roll, man!

Rolled 39 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>5775649

Rolled 18 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>5775634
>QUEEN OF HEARTS
Something something HEART OF THE CARDS!

Rolled 68 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>5775634
Queen of Hearts

>>5775907
Rest in peace...

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>>5775643
>>5775672
BEST ROLL:
39(BASE ROLL)+20(SPADES MODIFIER)=59
59>20=SUCCESS!

You get a BOOK OF THREES!
You have TWO (2) BOOKS.
Your opponent has ZERO (0).

You have:
ACE OF SPADES
JACK OF CLUBS
QUEEN OF HEARTS
KING OF CLUBS

It is still your turn.
Which card will you ask the cowboy for?

(For a reminder on how to play, refer to: >>5775045)
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Rolled 20 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>5776235
Queen of Hearts

Rolled 76 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>5776235
Queen of Hearts

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>>5776240
BEST ROLL:
76(BASE ROLL)+10(HEARTS MODIFIER)=86
86>80=SUCCESS!

You get a BOOK OF QUEENS!
You have THREE (3) BOOKS.
Your opponent has ZERO (0).

YOU WIN!

You're quite pleased with your victory. You THRASHED his ass, he didn't stand a chance. The cowboy grunts as he tosses his cards on the counter and walks out of the bar. What a sore loser!

You look up at the bulletin. Looks like it's only 1 AM. You hear the howling of the storm brewing outside.

How will you proceed now?
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>>5776313
Do we have a picture of Colt? We should ask the Bartender if he recognizes the man, since I doubt there aren't many watering holes in the arctic he could've visited.

>>5776313
He didn't get a single book. Pathetic.

>>5776344
Yeah, this.

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>>5776344
>>5776407
You take a second to silently mock the cowboy after his pathetic defeat. You then turn to the bartender.

"I've been looking for a certain individual, and I was wondering if you recognize him." The bartender nods.

"Got a picture?" You nod back.

"Yes, of course. It's... right..." you trail off. Oh no. Your heart sinks as you realize that all your equipment, all your tools of the trade, are missing from their usual spots in your cloak. You look to the now vacant seat at the counter. That sly cowboy must have pilfered your gear!

Frustration mounts as you scan the room, but your gaze ultimately lands on the door he exited from, the same door through which your equipment must have vanished.

How will you proceed now?
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>>5776455
NO TIME TO LOSE! AFTER HIM!

>>5776455
Finally, an excuse to murder him and claim his helmet. AFTER HIM!

>>5776455
GET HIS—
>Grab the cowboy's papers from the table, might get someone to translate it for us.
GET HIS ASS!

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>>5776463
>>5776468
>>5776489
With your quick-thinking instinct, you snatch the cowboy's papers from the table before making a hasty exit through the door.

As you step outside, the biting winds whip at your cloak, and you observe the lightly falling snowflakes that herald the impending storm. Footprints in the snow lead away from the door, but the rising winds suggest that the weather is deteriorating rapidly.

The greying clouds start to bundle together. How will you proceed now?
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>>5776510
CHARGE!!!
DO OR DIE!!

>>5776568
+1
A bounty hunter's gear is meticulously gathered over years. we find it or die trying

>>5776510
This is sketchy as hell. What were they hoping to accomplish? And how are we supposed to take them on without our gear?

Follow the footprints, try to remain unseen.

>>5776590
+1

Also, try to keep a respectable distance from the footprints. Could be a trap.

>>5776568
>>5776572
>>5776590
>>5777536
Oh right lawl I forgot to mention:

Video update :P

>>5777971
You spoil us

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>>5777971

God this was so nerdy but worth the read I think

Update tonight!!

Word from the BANESTER: his IP got banned for about two days so the next update might be delayed for a bit. Thanks for your patience... just gotta be patient for a little while longer!

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>>5776568
>>5776572
>>5776590
>>5777536

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y6rByS9XNJw

To hell with the ban. Take the update.
(The music in this page is Gaviscon by Ruby My Dear.)

>>5782919
All that over a game of go fish, what a sore loser. Lets kill him and take his shit.

>>5782919
>>5782956
+1

>>5782956
>Lets kill him and take his shit.
this, or die trying

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>>5782956
>>5783054
>>5783066
As the snowstorm rages on (an element that was decidedly cut from the previous video update due to it looking like shit), you find yourself held at gunpoint by the COWBOY BOUNTY HUNTER, your CYBORG HEAD unveiled to his gaze. The urge to eliminate this quite annoying threat once and for all pulses through your veins like a relentless drumbeat. The harsh reality, however, is that you sit there weaponless and unequipped, vulnerable against this armed menace. The cowboy's steady, cold-eyed stare lingers as he says nothing for a moment. This doesn't feel like the same person from the bar; he's quiet and calculated. As the icy winds howl around you, you grapple with the consequences of launching an impulsive assault in this treacherous environment. Is it a risk worth taking (roll a 1d13), or should you bide your time for an opportunity to turn the tables in your favor?

[b]MEANINGFUL ROLL VALUES[/b]
LUCKY JACK - 13
EXCELLENT - 12, 11
FANTASTIC - 10, 9, 8
GREAT - 7, 6
NOT BAD - 5, 4
BAD LUCK - 3, 2
INSANE FAILURE - 1
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Rolled 10 (1d13)

>>5783232

>>5783232
Ask bizarre questions to distract the cowboy while we circle around until the storm is blowing towards him, then throw our cloak at him to blind his vision.

Rolled 9 (1d13)

>>5783232
Call him a bitch then proclaim that guns are for pussies and real men fight in melee

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>>5783236
>>5783452
>>5783587
As you stand there in the snowstorm, contemplating your next move, you get an idea.

"Have you ever pondered the emotional turmoil of a black hole? Do they ever feel lonely out there in the cosmic abyss? What about quantum entanglement? You think it's the universe's way of playing a cosmic game of telephone with particles? Actually, in the grand scheme of the cosmos, do you reckon Earth is just a tiny speck or the stage for the universe's greatest drama? There certainly doesn't seem to be any real evidence of sentient extraterrestrial life. But if you could have a conversation with a sentient alien species, what's the first question you'd ask them?" You drone on and on, pacing your words in unnatural ways. The cowboy doesn't seem to react, but you notice his trigger finger momentarily becoming less steady as he grapples with your eccentric line of questioning.

With the wind now blowing in your favor, you seize the moment. Swiftly, you circle around him, your footsteps masked by the howling storm. As you approach from behind, you throw your cloak with deft precision, obscuring his vision and disorienting him. In a sudden turn of events, you stand before him.

"You are a coward." Your cyborg body is now exposed to the frost and the falling snow, but you fearlessly continue. "Guns are for those who lack the courage to face their foes in honorable combat. Real men, on the other hand, engage in the art of melee fighting, where bravery and skill truly shine." The cowboy doesn't respond as he's grappling his way out of your cloak.

You have the upper hand. How will you proceed?
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>>5784529
>HUNTER TECHNIQUE: NARD KICK!
The flesh is WEAK

>>5784529
Show him the STRENGTH and CERTAINTY of STEEL!

>>5784581
Meant to support this. Destroy the meat.

>>5784581
+1
>the weakness of his flesh disgusts us

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>>5784581
>>5784614
>>5784616
>>5784642
The cowboy successfully escapes your cloak, ripping the arms that had tangled up and caught him. But he's not ready for you. As he regains his footing, you seize the moment to swiftly deliver a well-aimed kick to his COWBOY CROTCH. The blow strikes true, and he crumples to the ground, though his stoic demeanor prevents any audible expression of pain. His iconic giant hat tumbles from his head, landing softly on the snowy ground. Turns out his visor stretched all the way to the back of his head. You wonder why that is.

As he lies on the snowy ground, his voice strained but determined, the cowboy continues, "Please. She needs me," he implores. "She's out there, all alone. Take what you want, but spare me, please."
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>>5785279
first and foremost take the hat
maybe also ask who this she is

>>5785279
>>5785335
This and show him the papers we picked up and ask him what do they read.

>>5785279
Take the hat, tell him he should've been more cautious about crossing a BOUNTY HUNTER if he had someone he cared about. Then put the hat on and walk off mysteriously

>>5785279
>"You suck at go fish."
>Take our shit back, take his shit, put his hat on and leave.

>>5785279
Hoist him by the collar and ask who she is. Also take the picture he nabbed from us back

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>>5785335
>>5785339
>>5785340
>>5785376
>>5785425
You grab the cowboy’s shirt and twist it tight as you hoist the incapacitated bounty hunter in the air. You simultaneously grab the large hat from the snow and place it on your encased brain. You can’t really see yourself right now, but you’re sure you look quite dashing.

"Who is this 'she'?" you demand, your voice unwavering. He coughs weakly, then replies.

"I can't tell you." There’s silence for a second. You scoff, your patience wearing thin.

"You should exercise caution when crossing paths with a bounty hunter, especially if you had someone you cared about.” You pause. “You really do suck at Go-Fish, by the way."

He attempts to apologize, his words strained. "I didn't mean for things to turn out this way. But when I saw you following me, I had no other option. I didn't want to involve you.”

"I only tracked you down because you stole my gear," you retort, your patience wearing thin. “You want to pin this on me after what you pulled?” He coughs again, his gaze shifting.

"I didn't steal anything." Your irritation grows, and you proceed to shake him down. Bowie knife, rope, grappling hook, GPS device… all his. His gear falls to the snowy ground, while yours remains absent. Did he not steal your gear after all?
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>>5786105
Just keep shaking him... the stuff will fall out eventually. I played Mischief Makers, I know how this works

>>5786105
>Just keep shaking him... the stuff will fall out eventually. I played Mischief Makers, I know how this works

>>5786105
reach into reach into his pocket, take out the first thing we can grab and explain loudly: "Then how do you explain this???"

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>>5786133
>>5786135
>>5786186
You continue to shake down the cowboy, your efforts apparently yielding only a single napkin from the PORTER STATION which falls from his pocket, landing silently on the snowy ground. Frustrated, you reach deeper into his pocket, grasping the only thing you can find. With a triumphant flourish, you hold it aloft, declaring loudly, "Then how do you explain this?!"

You seem to retrieve the July edition of SPICY SEMITES, a Jewish homoerotic pornographic magazine, from his pocket. The magazine's cover boasts a provocative image of a near nude Jewish gay man, and upon closer inspection, you find a phone number scrawled alongside a message written in Hebrew and a dried lipstick kiss. Your quizzical gaze slowly shifts from the magazine to the cowboy, who remains awkwardly silent.

He shifts uncomfortably, his silence palpably awkward, before finally speaking up.

"That's a, uh, clue."

How will you proceed?

>"Uh, sure, dude. I guess you're clean."
>"Explain what the clue is right now."
>"Where did you hide my equipment?!"
>"Or maybe..." (Write-in!)
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>>5788561
>>"Explain what the clue is right now."

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>>5788561
For those interested in some fine gay Jewish pornography

>>5788561
>"Where did you hide my equipment?!"
Where are our shinies, horny meat-creature!?

>>5788573
Uhh thanks?

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>>5788571
>>5788634
"Explain what this clue means, right now." The cowboy grunts at your demand, but sighs and gives in, looking around at the desolate Antarctic landscape before beginning to share his story.

"I'd been on the search for Colt weeks before the bounty on his head was made public," he begins, his voice tinged with a sense of weary determination. "My investigations led me to a city in Northern Afroasia. There was an upscale gentlemen's club; a flamboyant house on the surface but in reality, it was the kind of place where secrets tended to be whispered in dimly lit corners. The joint was the source of some transmissions by a codename 'J.C.' Nothing else seemed out of the ordinary, but I couldn't ignore it. That's where I got the magazine."

He leans in, the shine on his helmet reflecting not only yourself but the intrigue of the story. "So, I found myself an informant, a male dancer who apparently had a knack for being too observant. The number on the magazine is the request line for his services. He told me about a peculiar customer – a man who'd saunter in towards the end of regular hours to use the facilities. He never indulged in the entertainment, just ordered the occasional drink."

The cowboy's voice drops to a hushed tone. "I noticed that this mysterious visitor's arrivals coincided with those transmissions. A bit of cross-referencing and tracing, and it led me here, to the unforgiving Antarctic wasteland, where I've been scouring for answers for the past week."

You turn the conversation back to your missing equipment. The cowboy shakes his head and replies, "I swear I didn't lay a hand on your gear. Someone else might have taken it when you were distracted, if you didn't lose it yourself, of course."

How will you proceed?
>"Alright. What about these papers?" (continue the INTERROGATION)
>"Do you have any other clues?" (continue the INTERROGATION)
>"Bullshit! I don't believe you!" (escalate the INTERROGATION)

>"Alright. Why don't we help each other?" (end the INTERROGATION, attempt COOPERATION)
>"Alright. Now help me, or else." (end the INTERROGATION, attempt COERCION)
>"Alright. Now, piss off." (end the INTERROGATION)

>"Or maybe..." (Write-in!)
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>>5790531
>>"Alright. What about these papers?" (continue the INTERROGATION)

>>5790531
>Or maybe... we should continue this later. Let's find shelter then pick up where we left off.

>>5790531
>"Alright. What about these papers?" (continue the INTERROGATION)

>>5790646
Supporting this, shelter first. We’re in the middle of the cold and I like the bounty Hunter too much to just let him freeze out here

>>5790646
+1

>>5790577 (Me)
changing to this: >>5790646

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>>5790577
>>5790646
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>>5791441
You drop the cowboy, and as he momentarily stumbles, clutching his aching groin, you realize that continuing the conversation in the midst of the snowstorm would be dangerous. Besides, you'd rather he not die. It seems like he's telling the truth, and you've taken something of a liking to him.

"We should find shelter to weather this storm, and then we can pick up where we left off," you suggest with a stern, yet pragmatic tone.

The cowboy, begrudgingly acknowledging your words, nods and grunts in agreement. You retrieve the items you'd shaken him down for, and as you do so, he points to the snowy hills near the looming mountains. You obtain the WINTER BOWIE KNIFE, 25 FOOT ROPE, and ANTARCTIC GLOBAL POSITIONING SYSTEM.

"There's a short-term shelter over there that I've been using," he informs you, "I have a real bunker, but it's too far from here to get to on foot, especially in this weather."

With the storm's fierce winds picking up, you both begin the arduous journey toward the makeshift shelter. The snowy landscape stretches before you, unforgiving and desolate, as you trudge forward, the cowboy at your side.

COWBOY BOUNTY HUNTER HAS JOINED YOUR PARTY!
??? REAL NAME UNKNOWN
HEALTH 90

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>>5791934
As you and the cowboy struggle through the storm, the shelter looms into view.

With a collective sigh of relief, you both make your way inside. As you close the door behind you, the howling winds are finally muted, and a faint sense of calm settles within the cramped space. Taking a look around, you notice the large windows covering the walls of the room, the icy landscape you both have traversed in plain view.

Now, back to the situation at hand...
>"What about these papers?" (continue the INTERROGATION)
>"Do you have any other clues?" (continue the INTERROGATION)
>"I don't believe a word you've said." (escalate the INTERROGATION)

>"How'd you find this shelter in the first place?" (engage in SMALL TALK)
>"What's your name?" (engage in SMALL TALK)
>"Do you have a bathroom?" (take a BREAK)
>"Give me a minute." (examine your CLOAK)

>"Why don't we help each other?" (end the INTERROGATION, attempt COOPERATION)
>"Help me, or else." (end the INTERROGATION, attempt COERCION)
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>>5791936
Ooh, uh, let's set a maximum of 3 choices. Choose any 3 you like.

The graphic work in this quest is sick

>>5791936
>>"What about these papers?" (continue the INTERROGATION)
>"How'd you find this shelter in the first place?" (engage in SMALL TALK)
>"Why don't we help each other?" (end the INTERROGATION, attempt COOPERATION)

>>5791936
>"What about these papers?" (continue the INTERROGATION)
>"Do you have any other clues?" (continue the INTERROGATION)
>"Why don't we help each other?" (end the INTERROGATION, attempt COOPERATION)

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>>5791966
>>5792174
You decide to break the silence, taking the COWBOY'S JAPANESE PAPERS out from your cloak.

"Can you explain these papers?" you inquire, showing him the pages he had left behind in your earlier search.

The cowboy squints at the papers for a moment, and while not visible through his visor, his surprise is unmistakeable. "Did I leave those behind?" he muses. He shakes his head and continues. "Those are the transmissions I was talking about earlier. I can't read them, but I've got a translator working with me on them. I know these words here mean some location," he points to a phrase containing the word 'Dabi' (荼毘) several times over. "This one, 'Kouma,' (小馬) refers to himself. It's strange, but that word is used several times where referring to himself wouldn't make much sense as well. But that's pretty much all I have about it."

You contemplate the information, then follow up with another question. "Do you have any other clues?"

The cowboy nods, then leans back in the shelter, taking a moment to look around. "There's plenty back at the bunker," he says, "but it's just stuff he may or may not have interacted with. I don't think I have anything of real value for tracking him down."

You take a brief pause, your eyes scanning the shelter's interior. "I'm curious. How did you find this place in the first... uh, place?" you ask.

The cowboy shifts his gaze back to you. "I was blindly hunting Colt down and thought I almost had him, but it turns out I had mistaken someone else for him. I quickly realized I had no idea where I was, but as luck would have it, this place was a little ways away from where I was. I've been using it for the past week."

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>>5792846
With the conversation circling back to your shared pursuit of Colt, you decide to make an offer. "Why don't we help each other?" you propose, offering to cooperate.

The cowboy grumbles in response, shaking his head. "I don't think so. I need him alive, I'm not going after a bounty like you lot are."

"Well, how long do you need him for? Couldn't we simply find him, you do what you need to do; then after that, I take him and cash in the bounty? The contract is 'dead or alive,' after all."

The cowboy ponders your proposal for a moment. "How can I know this isn't a trick?" he questions, still wary.

"I guess you'll just have to trust me. I could always just deliver another targeted kick to your testicles and force you to comply," you jest.

After another brief moment of contemplation, the cowboy nods and offers his hand. "Alright. Partners, then," he concedes. You shake on it, sealing the agreement. The storm continues to rage on.

How will you proceed?
>"Do you have any idea who could have stolen my equipment?" (continue the CONVERSATION)
>"Why are you looking for COLT?" (continue the CONVERSATION)
>"...are your nuts okay?" (continue the CONVERSATION)

>"What's your name?" (engage in SMALL TALK)
>"You do anything for fun?" (engage in SMALL TALK)
>"Do you have a bathroom?" (take a BREAK)
>"You got anything to eat?" (take a BREAK)
>"Give me a minute." (examine your CLOAK)

>"Actually, one thing..." (Write-In!)
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>>5792848
I'll make sure to write this down for each update, but you can always choose 1-3 choices. Sorry y'all, adding choices like this is pretty new to me.

>>5792848
>"...are your nuts okay?" (continue the CONVERSATION)
>"What's your name?" (engage in SMALL TALK)
>"Why are you looking for COLT?" (continue the CONVERSATION)

>>5792848
>"...are your nuts okay?" (continue the CONVERSATION)
>"What's your name?" (engage in SMALL TALK)
>"Why are you looking for COLT?" (continue the CONVERSATION)

>>5792848
Supporting >>5792879

>>5792848
>"Why are you looking for COLT?" (continue the CONVERSATION)
>"Do you have any idea who could have stolen my equipment?" (continue the CONVERSATION)
>"What's your name?" (engage in SMALL TALK)
Whatever thieving meatbag stole our shit will suffer far more than mere testicular destruction if we find them.

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>>5792879
>>5792887
>>5792974
>>5792987
You really can't help but ask, "...are your testicles okay?" Your question is met with a look of stifled annoyance from the cowboy.

"...yeah. They'll be fine. They've been through worse."

A brief silence lingers between you two.

"Hang on, I don't believe I've ever asked for your name."

The cowboy, perhaps to distract himself from his discomfort, rises and retrieves a new hat from a compartment below, placing it on his head. "You can call me Mr. Soul."

You stifle a chuckle. In fact, you have to physically hold yourself back from letting out a gut laugh.

"Mr. Soul, indeed, that's a rather..." You pause as you catch the cowboy's blank, unamused expression. "...interesting choice. It possesses a certain gravitas, I must say. Has a distinguished ring to it," you continue, attempting to salvage the situation. The cowboy's reaction is inscrutable behind his helmet, but you suspect he might be rolling his eyes. You press on with the conversation, "Very well, Mr. Soul, why indeed are you pursuing COLT? If it's not for a pecuniary motive, what, then, is it?"

The mood inside the shelter suddenly shifts, and the cowboy takes a seat once more. "I'd actually prefer not to talk about it. Let's just say it's related to family." You immediately backtrack.

"Of course, my apologies." The atmosphere becomes awkward, and the relentless storm outside shows no sign of abating. You decide to change the topic, asking, "Any idea who could have purloined my gear?"

The cowboy remains silent for a while before responding, "Well, let's see. There were several other bounty hunters in the bar. It could've been any of them. Again, this is if you didn't lose them yourself, which is still a possibility."

"And I didn't. It has to be someone else," you assert. Silence fills the room again. After a moment, the cowboy, deep in thought, speaks up.

"Maybe it was more than one person?" He looks and presses his hand to his temple. "Think about it. One guy stealing your things in bulk would've been obvious. Walking back and forth to get things one at a time would be too. But, if a group of them walked by, each taking one thing, it would be a lot more conspicuous. But when could someone have—" Then, as if struck by a realization, you both look up at each other in unison.

"The card game!" you exclaim simultaneously.

How will you proceed?

CHOOSE ONE (1).
>"Let's think. Who looked the most suspicious?" (start PLANNING a RETRIEVAL)
>"It's probably long gone. Is there any place close by to get new equipment?" (start PLANNING a SHOPPING TRIP)
>"Your equipment should be enough for us both. We should get back to finding Colt." (start PLANNING a MANHUNT)

>"You do anything for fun?" (engage in SMALL TALK)
>"Do you have a bathroom?" (take a BREAK)
>"You got anything to eat?" (take a BREAK)
>"Give me a minute." (examine your CLOAK)
>"Hey, what's that outside?" (examine the SILHOUETTE)
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>>5794134
>"Let's think. Who looked the most suspicious?" (start PLANNING a RETRIEVAL)
And maybe more importantly, where could they've gone? A storm was about to rise and I doubt hidden bunkers are a common occurrence. I suggest they're still in the town/around the porter station.

>>5794134
>>"Let's think. Who looked the most suspicious?" (start PLANNING a RETRIEVAL)

>>5794134
>"It's probably long gone. Is there any place close by to get new equipment?" (start PLANNING a SHOPPING TRIP)
assembling our own equipment sounds fun. not like we cant attempt the get back the original at some point later.

>>5794134
>"Hey, what's that outside?" (examine the SILHOUETTE)

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>>5794168
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>>5794224
>>5794287
As the storm relentlessly continues to howl outside the shelter, you and MR. SOUL debate the next course of action.

"It's paramount that we identify those responsible for the theft of my equipment," you asserted. "They cannot go unpunished; it sends a message that I tolerate such actions." He leans back.

"Getting your gear back is a big deal, sure, but I gotta ask if it's worth the trouble. Grabbing some new stuff would be a lot easier. Don't forget, this place is no cakewalk. Supplies we got are scarce, and the wild out there is pretty damn dangerous. Going after your gear might be asking for too much trouble than we can handle."

You lean forward. "Those tools were meticulously chosen to withstand the harshest conditions. With all those bounty hunters buying up all the gear from every depot and outpost, I doubt we'll find much of the same quality."

"Oh come on—."

"My gear is intricate," you interject. "Each piece serves a specific purpose. They work in tandem with one another."

"Look. Maybe the stuff we find won't be as fancy as your original equipment, but time is against us. Don't forget why we're here."

How will you proceed?

CHOOSE ONE (1).
>"We're going to find the thief. That's final." (RETRIEVAL)
>"You're right. Know any good sellers around?" (SHOPPING)
>"You know, I could've sworn I saw something outside the window." (examine the SILHOUETTE)
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>>5795761
>"You know, I could've sworn I saw something outside the window." (examine the SILHOUETTE)

>>5795761
>"You know, I could've sworn I saw something outside the window." (examine the SILHOUETTE)

No update tonight, but happy 5 month anniversary to Horsequest :)

>>5797143
Hot damn, has it been that long already? Happy anniversary!

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>>5795769
>>5795807
https://youtu.be/XHyAZr1VKt8?si=V1tc7nuGLiN9DYQL

Thank you for playing BOUNTY. End of Part One.
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>>5800180
Sorry for the late update, got a new job and it's been hectic. Thank you guys again for all your support!

>>5800180
Fancy cyborg means fancy loot.

>>5800183
Thanks for running!