Absurdity DeVoid 2025/05/21(Wed)11:36 No. 1108376 ID: 9bf007
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Pieter: "Fine, are you satisfied now?"

Absurdity DeVoid 2025/05/21(Wed)11:37 No. 1108378 ID: 9bf007
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Tiphanie: "The both of know, that isn't your real face. Show me how you really look?"

Absurdity DeVoid 2025/05/21(Wed)11:38 No. 1108379 ID: 9bf007
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Pieter: "You know that I don't like showing my real face. But since you insist, here are you now satisfied?!"

A) Tease him.

B) Tease him some more.

C) Laufe at him.

D)_________

>>1108379
D) Tease him hard

Ask why he wants to be human and even rescue them considering how they treat monsters like him and you badly?

>>1108372
You know, being exploded by magical blue fireworks of death kinda sucks.

Just the tiniest expression of power, in the right spot, can do so much.

>>1108371
ACME's spiritual shenanigans is one particular way to go.

>>1108372

Guess god spoke pretty loudly that time.

Thoughts and prayers for our poor, pointy-eared friends. Such an unavoidable tragedy. If only something could be done about loose alchemical reagents like that.

Logical logistics... supernatural sparks.

The explosion was a natural expression of Classic, Euclidian physics.

The spontaneous, otherworldly fire that started it could not be.

It took both at once to rapture the zealots.

>>1108246
Inner thoughts:Hmm... Think, what is the connection between Ana and Happy? Essence. Essence was already under his control, at least partially. So then my theory of him wanting to start fresh doesn't fully add up, Essence was already the original, harder to get any fresher start than that. So,he already had an Ana to play with. What was the end goal? Unless... Part of the reason why Essence was so volatile was because she had been experimented on so much and had been changed into a whole new mad being. He'd need multiple subjects. When doing science, you need a controlled sample, one to compare against the one your plan to experiment on without risk of contamination- Wait...

Was Happy trying to turn Ana into a Spirit Parasite? I could only imagine that would be volatile mix. But if he was he'd need a new sample to work with. It's funny now that I think about it, he must have had some successes. But, that would make for one... Contaminated Spirit.

Alyosha "Corax" Karamazov 2025/05/19(Mon)12:45 No. 1108271 ID: 73752e
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And you're still trying to help him with that aren't you? You even succeeded. Blending Ana with the Spirit Parasites. When we interviewed the voices of Ana, there was another voice, an unknown variable we hadn't prepared for. The Queen, the first parasite. That was also you, wasn't it. You're the one who blended the Spirit Parasite Queen and Ana. I believe the queen is named Pandora, a fitting name, can't put that one back in the box.

Well, my thought then would be, one of them was not the first Ana. The first voice, how do we know it was ever Ana at all?

Absurdity DeVoid 2025/05/21(Wed)11:13 No. 1108374 ID: 9bf007
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TCTl6jKMbX4&ab_channel=johndoe74

>>1108374
*Smiles*
You're so confident because I haven't guessed it yet. However you have given much of the game, you're panicking. When I have insinuated that is was Melchior, you froze. I have at least narrowed it down to two suspects and reasons why it cannot be the Mad Creator and the others do not fit the psyche profile. That leaves only two options. One of which, you have tried to keep out of the spotlight and failed at every turn. I imagine there is some familial attachment with Triumphant, but alas, here we are. I can live with both of them dying to ensure Happy is finished. So here is what I am going to do, I am going to get up, and I am going to shoot Triumphant and Melchior in the head. That unless you stop me, and we both know you can't. But you can save Triumphant but in doing so, you may risk blowing it and I'm willing to bet the other Silent Whispers are watching us right now.

If Triumphant is happy, perhaps the whole arm wrestling competition we had was only a test to see who is more of a threat.

*Corax laughs to himself*
I am not religious man, Mr. Princely. With the things I have done, the world would have been a better place if some god came and smote me. While you cannot be arrested Mr. Princely, I do believe in divine retribution. Some day, we will both get ours.

So, who dies, Daro? Make your choice.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hoF3M6ymyHI

fletcher/blacksmith

Roper
You are adept at weaving, twisting and shooting ropes.

Flax weaver (linen)

Fletcher!

You're an inksmith / calligrapher.
You make blocks of ink through an ancient process passed down for generations

Absurdity DeVoid 2025/05/20(Tue)12:19 No. 1108321 ID: 9bf007
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Possible answers to the question that was asked for the first question:

A) No, thank you but no.

B) No, just no!

C) NO!

D) No.

E) no

F) nO

G) Other suggestions.

"Just had one of those, so we're good, thanks."

no chance in hell thanks

F)

E, the flattest no

>>1108325
plan A is to get in the Chop by charisma and as low level of violence as possible. get as much info as we can and bug out like buttered lightning.

Plan B is to sneak in without being noticed

Centerfield 2025/05/21(Wed)03:28 No. 1108356 ID: 5f3d7b
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>>1108314
You roll back around the corner so as not to fill your meter.

"Do you have any idea how to get into 'The Chop'?"

Sala does a playful chuckle as she zips her skirt and fastens it.
"Well, I mean it doesn't even open until 5pm. It's that sort of joint. The only folks that will be there at the moment are janitors, preppers or maybe some light security."

She pulls on a set of tights.
"So if you want to go there now, we either need to act like we're meant to be there...or your thinking of a knockover job. That can be fun too."

Sala pats you on the shoulder to get your attention as she leaves. She shoots you a smile that would melt the ice cap.
"Now come on. You can explain to me what this is all about over a zabaglione! There's a petit fours place I've been meaning to try."


You hurry to catch up as she leaves

"Zabag...wha? W-wait a minute...!"


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QM: At this stage, anon you may choose how much you want to tell her.

Also roll me 5d6 please. First in is the result.

>>1108356
Dont think about euphamisms a zablagoni could refer to. Or her eating it. keep that meter in check.
Shes some dame, but a pal first.
The former can make life so sweet, but the latter is what keeps you living.

Keep it vague.
No obscuring things.
No lies.
Just key points stripped of details.
Slow run up for her that way.
More details as she gets up to full steam and shakes off the self inflicted mickey from last night.
Say...
What WAS she up to?
Tearing up the town?
Ask your pal how shes been and what shes been doing.

rolled 2, 6, 3, 5, 2 = 18

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>>1108356
Rolling dem bones

Sure, let’s grab a bite to eat. Our money will go a lot further there than at the Chop!
Tell her about our friend Corley and that he took something from us. That’s why we want in - and a knockover job sounds like the quickest, least traceable way to get it back. They ought to know it’s more polite to burgle someone when they’re away from home.

A, 1. While Roger isn't the top tier athlete Lillian is, he HAS been playing baseball (much to his chagrin, he's been liking it). I think we have a decent shot at him being fast enough on the initial appearance to pull both off.

The Storyteller 2025/05/21(Wed)01:48 No. 1108351 ID: aea130
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…

…

Albert: “Higher, my fingertips are hardly even grazing it.”
‘Bec: “Seriously, just stretch a little more, you’re practically there.”

While ‘Bec had easily scaled the shelving to reach the top, getting Albert up there with her had proven to be a challenge. Considering how light he is, you would have thought it easy for him to pull himself up there, but no. You and ‘Bec were forced to get involved. Hence, the current situation.

Clive: “This is as high as I can go.”
‘Bec: “Well I’m not about to reach lower and fall off this shit. I’d break my neck from here.”
Albert: “Hang on, almost…”

Finally, his hand connects with ‘Bec’s, and she’s able to drag him the rest of the way. As he disappears over the shelf, you take a few steps back and wait. The pair shuffle around, assessing various bits of machinery sitting on the shelf with them of varied shapes and sizes. After some time, they start pushing a large metal box so that it slightly overhangs with the shelf’s edge.

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The Storyteller 2025/05/21(Wed)01:49 No. 1108352 ID: aea130
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[ Rolls for this encounter have been made behind the scenes, to retain tension as the event plays out ]

[ Lure Check ]
[ Pass/Fail - 85% chance of success - 4 or higher succeeds - Safety Net expended on failure ]

[ Rolled 13/20: Pass ]

Your body shutters, as one of the doors to the room slams open. It’s time.

You see the light of a flashlight at first, the area in front of you being illuminated as rapid footsteps speed towards you. It turns off though, leaving you in pitch black, as your eyes need time to readjust to the dark.

There’s no question that it’s Roger. Sheppard’s heavy footfalls could never be mixed up with those light-footed steps. You swear that you can feel the wind as he passes by you, running to the edge of the shelving to hide.

As he comes to a stop, a new sound fills the space. Hardly the same plodding approach he’d taken before, Sheppard was motivated. His feet hit the ground with explosive percussion, charging towards you with such intensity that you can’t imagine him stopping. Despite all the cover surrounding you, instinctively, you brace yourself.

As his steps reach the doorway, they slow to a pause. Again, light fills the room, as Sheppard presumably scans the area with his new torch.

His pause is momentary, before he steps forward again. One step, then two. Each brings him closer to you and Enid.

You don’t know when her hand found yours, or who initiated it, but you both put more force into the hold with each step he takes. Your bodies go stiff, almost unable to breathe.

The Storyteller 2025/05/21(Wed)01:53 No. 1108354 ID: aea130
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[ Sheppard Action Check ]
[ Pass/Fail - 75% chance of success - 6 or higher succeeds - Reduced following roll’s odds on failure]

[ Rolled 13/20: Pass ]

He pauses.

You don’t dare to expose any part of yourself, pressing your body tightly against the barrel, so you can’t see where his attention goes. What you can hear is the sound of him walking closer and closer to your location, stopping right in front of where you’d set down Enid’s flashlight.

He was going to take the bait.

In a moment, he would bend down to pick it up, and Roger would jump out to try and blind him. As he does so, Albert and ‘Bec will try to push the battery right onto him.

If they failed, you and Enid would need to be ready to act. You only get one swing before any surprise wears off.

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I would like to mention that there are a few more options- namely thrusting with the tip of the cane, or otherwise using the handle's hook as a pulling implement. In my head my automatic assumption for "swinging" the cane would be that Clive would be attacking with either the straight end or the rounded top of the cane.

This opens up the options something like this:

Go for the Head (Blunt) - Same as A.
Go for the Eyes (Stab/Hook) - May be more difficult to do accurately.
Go for the Neck (Blunt/Hook/Pull) - Potentially more lethal than expected from a cane... but is it enough? And more importantly, we were leaving the lethal option to Enid.
Body Blow (Blunt/Stab/Pull) - Versatile option, but unlikely to do much other than slightly slow Sheppard down.
Go for the Limbs (Blunt/Hook/Pull) - Blunt is probably strictly better for disarming/crippling.
Go for the Manhood (Blunt/Hook/Pull) - May be riskier because of accuracy, but definitely will hurt a hell of a lot either way.

The only extra option I would personally recommend putting on the table here is the neck, but obviously it's... not ideal.

Ignoring that, I'd say my choice would be C > D > A > Eyes > Neck > B.

B might be a safe option, but I don't see us gaining much from it in this scuffle unless we manage to hit a particular area. A isn't great, obviously, because Albert's going to need his cane later.

The story is a linear visual novel but there are two different endings, Warning for nsfw content, violence amongst siblings, references towards incest, and death of characters.
No music, so play your own tunes. You can also close the game and come back as it saves your progress.

That was weird.

>>1108285
Name: Earthraiser
Appearance: Enby Lizard, huge and hunched
Power: Copycraft - Can craft perfect duplicates of any Artifact they have ever had the opportunity to personally deconstruct.

To go along with their own personal gift, they also have their minions manufacture weapons the old fashioned way on an industrial scale.
Not super personally invested, prefers to peddle weaponry and gear to those who are, and is probably engaged in such a deal.
Despite not being super combat oriented themself, they have a collection of pretty good Artifacts that (usually) keeps them from being bullied by more fighty peers.

Angusla

Intersex, feminine bull

An evil bitch-queen who's responsible for the deaths of giant-breasted cow-kin across the multiverse.
Her powers allow her to 'suckle the vitae' from other cow-kin, remotely, which grants her raw power and death-defying regenerative passives. At higher levels she can 'suckle' from entities that have DNA more varied than her genus. When her victims run out of vitae, so does their luck, and they die in horrible ways.

tippler 2025/05/20(Tue)20:18 No. 1108337 ID: f1368b
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>Random selection (6 votes): Earthraiser the DUPLICATOR
You are the legendary Earthraiser, ARTIFACT collector and WEAPONS dealer extraordinaire. And, of course, deadly DEMON LORD ready to conquer another planet.

Apart from discovering a random human doctor who was manufacturing pills that made kin METAS, it’s been a fairly mundane INVASION of FAUNUS. You stay out of FIGHTS with the locals and the other LORDS, preferring to study the native MANA with your blacksmithing servants.

Until now. There’s a glowing sword dripping with your red BLOOD pressed against your throat and the ANGEL DEMON hybrid abomination wielding it seems in no mood for MERCY. To make it even worse, there’s an ominous ANGEL with a strong yellow AURA standing by their side.

Angel: FINISH YOUR PREY, IT IS ALMOST TIME.

The hybrid begins the agonizing process of slicing you to pieces. LORDS don’t die easily, especially ones with as many DEFENSIVE TRINKETS as you do. You almost wish the ANGEL would step in and purge you with HOLY LIGHT, any time you think you’ve repelled the HYBRID with a secret explosive or damage reflector, that damn VOYEUR steps in and HEALS them.

tippler 2025/05/20(Tue)20:18 No. 1108338 ID: f1368b
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As you fade into the dregs of your MANA, you feel a soft, gentle peace. The great project of your LIFE is ending and you don’t regret any of it.

APOLOGIES FOR THE ABRUPT ENDING, BUT THE TIME IS NOW!

PLAY CATALYST ACT 3: https://edmango.itch.io/catalyst-act-3

EDMANGO AND TIPPLER 2025/05/20(Tue)20:52 No. 1108347 ID: 441763
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And for a more questden friendly link, here's the thread with the game! (whenever it loads onto the site)

https://questden.org/kusaba/quest/res/1108345.html

Toxoglossa 2025/05/20(Tue)18:54 No. 1108333 ID: 50c87e
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“Yeah, I kind of expected as much.” Casey replies, “These woods must be Argus’s territory, so he must know everything that comes and goes through them.”

The group hurries up, spurred on by the feeling of the unseen watcher. The path winds trough the twisted oaks as strange things buzz and hop in the overgrowth. Lights occasionally shine through the canopy that might be stars, but seem more like living things, moving in a vast, distant sea.

Eventually they come to a break in the trees, as the path snakes it’s way down a cliff. Overlooking the forest, they see a vast collection of megaliths, arranged into a series of rings, and crowned by heavy capstones. A crowd of fey revelers mill about the stones, celebrating loudly as the full moon bathes them in its pale light.

hell yeah conk crete party!!!

time to use that nonchalant attitude and farm aura with some killer poses

>>1108333
The arena approaches. Should we stagger out the party a bit?

...I was expecting a mansion this whole time, but I suppose fey are more naturalistic than that.
So, to recap (because this is a Improv night, we seem to have made as much Plan as we can) the Trio enter and give the gift, Clio does a Madam Moot impression, which will be easier as she gets more irritated I imagine, chaos of both allows Nemo to start poking around semi-immediately.

Circle of stones. That'd be a gateway to a fey realm, wouldn't it?

3/4 Grey 2025/05/15(Thu)09:16 No. 1108072 ID: 3f89df
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Suddenly, a wave of dizziness comes back again; Its frequency has been getting pretty bad, maybe it’s just all of the stress of this past week, coming back.. It’s nothing rest won’t fix.

I get up and go to our quarters; we have a proper bed now, so sleeping on the floor will be better.

With both of you being named Muni, I’ll rename you too… Toomi, until Muni gets a new name. I think it’s meaning fits you better now that I know you better, huh?

Hahaha- Fuck. The pain keeps returning.. But it’s better just to power through- you’ve always powered through..

My ears begin ringing.. Maybe I need to lay down- maybe…

4/4 ??? 2025/05/15(Thu)09:16 No. 1108073 ID: 3f89df
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Then her thoughts went black, as Grey passed out, her legs collapsing, as her body hit the rocky ground hard, then there was silence, except the tweeting of birds in the canopy.

………..

You feel a familiar warm presence smothering you..

[Rush E played from a thousand dog whistles attached to butts]

Everyone come up with weirder cacophonies before Grey is eaten by a roaming monster!

Oh no Gray! Ah we have to get help! Can anyone hear us?

>>1108073
Grey mother?!?

If we cant move her with our cacophony, then we should try to move ourselves and fetch help.
The child that stole our name is an eager vessel but that doesnt mean theyre a viable one.

More noise for the moment, but ready to reach out to a willing or pliable mind.
We cannot become orphans again so swiftly.
We cannot lose her.

Brett&Kimberly&Dean 2025/05/19(Mon)09:14 No. 1108262 ID: 0d1c28
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Dean and Kimberly find Brett on the other side of the door

Brett: "Ahahaha! you should have heard yourselves!"
Dean: "Not cool Brett!"
Kimberly: "You ruined my record jerk!"

Not cool, not cool at all! Do you want to be the first one to die in the a horror movie, because this is how you can get that to happen if you continue to act like this.

Lets cut to the kitchen for some more character establishment with Trisha, Tommy, and Britany.

Trisha hears the commotion upstairs and shakes her head, sighing.

>>1108328
Yes we need some fried chimken

>>1108262
"Whoa. I knew you guys were really going for it in there but a record attempt? Plenty of lube. Keep your arm supple."
If theyre not throwing stuff at him by that point, its still time to retreat.
Shout "its all in the wrist!" As you do so.

Need to take this guy out before more show up. Try shotgun while charging, so he'll be blocking that when you arrive for a sword attack

Silence 2025/05/19(Mon)08:27 No. 1108254 ID: 6d1406
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He blocks the shotgun blast with his large blade, the benefit of a sword that large is it does double duty as a shield, especially against mech sized shotgun pellets.

Silence 2025/05/19(Mon)08:28 No. 1108255 ID: 6d1406
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You draw your blade and prepare yourself, this is one tough boss. Maybe indirect fire may work better?

Damn, I hoped to save the trick shots for enemies who would have learned from this one.
If not done already, position yourself so the main enemy is between you and the surviving group of box walkers (shoukd be already the case if they're hanging back watching you two duke it out).
Increase the grenade timer and shoot one so that it bounces off the walkers and rolls back to him.
Distract him with a sword attack so he won't see it coming.

>>1108308
that should work

>>1105696
Hey you! You're finally awake!

Baron 2025/05/20(Tue)00:08 No. 1108305 ID: f6534b
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"Hey Loquui"

"I'm Loquui."

"Yes. Which of the girls is more dangerous?"

"Oh Naqzamti would be more dangerous. Muamta is stronger, but Naqzamti is the better hunter. She is cunning and fast and so amazing when wrestling the giant food beasts. I hate her."

"You don't have magic?"

"No magic. We have no witches with us. Witches are not for training hunts. This was a training hunt for me and Muamta. And Naqzamti."

I suppose that's the best I can get out of them. Well no point in waiting around. Feels like I've been sitting here for a month...

Baron 2025/05/20(Tue)00:09 No. 1108306 ID: f6534b
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The plan's pretty simple according to Loquui. They all get tired after a long meal and will have a nap after eating. Muamta is dead to the world when she's asleep, nothing will wake her. So we grab Naqzamti, and work her while Muamta sleeps. So far it's working well. Naqzamti is sluggish from her nap. She thrashes in the grip of my two girls, but she's dragged off all the same.

"Well hello Naqzamti. We're going to play a game of sausages!"

"Augh! Ghost skin?! What's the nonperson doing loose?! Wha-MMPGH"

Baron 2025/05/20(Tue)00:10 No. 1108307 ID: f6534b
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"GURRRYAAAAAUGH!"

"Muamta?"

"That does not sound like an angry war cry."

"What could make Muamta scream like a frightened pup?"

>Investigate
>Sounds dangerous. Loquui, you go check.

The girls need to hold Naqzamti. Go take a quick peek to get an idea of the situation.

3/4 Sam 2025/05/13(Tue)10:06 No. 1107951 ID: 14e386
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“Finished."
She says with a soft smile, Audrey the mouse, also leaving the bathhouse after her, her stress clearly lessened, yet still ready to be on the defensive at any minute.

“I’d be quick you’d say?” I say with a devilish grin, she rolls her eyes, then steps above where I’m sitting, clearly looking down upon me.

“Look, I had to make sure all of it was out. You might not care about looking like a beast, but I do, and with your current look, it’s only an matter of time till you resemble an monster.” She says with quite a lot of sass behind it, I like this side of her a lot better.

“Do you prefer beasts then? Cause I could ruffle my fur if that’s what you wi-”

“Don’t be so arrogant.” She says, bringing down a paw to lift me up.
“We only tolerate each other’s presence, because we want something from each other.”

“Mmm, I don’t know, if you cared bout my secrets, you’re a vagabond, you could just stab me, and steal my secrets.”

“Do you think of me as some sort of fool?” She says her voice resembles a barking pup.

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4/4 Sam/Kumi 2025/05/13(Tue)10:06 No. 1107952 ID: 14e386
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“Oh, you forgot this, by the way.” I stretched my hands to show her your magnificent form.

“Oh yeah, your weird voice gems, what even are they by the way?” She says in a questioning tone.

“I don’t know; I found four of them in some abandoned ruins, deep within the caves of Ashbark, back when I used to travel around. Found out they could speak; and kept them ever since.”

“Are you telling the truth on that?” She says curiously.

“Why would I lie? I’m sure they would say the same thing.”

“What do you mean by they?”

“Oh, I apologize, it’s a single life-form spread across the four gems, it can decide to switch its perspective whenever it wants, and talks to them through them, I just like to refer to them by their gemstone, to differentiate between them, specially since they can switch who their talking too real quick.”

“And who are they? ”

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He's just trying to figure you out, same as you're trying to figure him out. Looks like you've got similar professions.

as far as conversation topics it seems you're both interested in the politics of the region. you could compare notes

Don't really get the feeling he's trying to use you in a dangerous way though, but he is confident he could beat you in a fight if it came down to it.

Also he thinks you're kinda chubby.

He called you chubby.

Tie the balloon to your tail, then it will be away from your stabs

Wait, does that mean Energy Capsules are lighter than air?

It's just one balloon! Hold it for me while I use the scanner, it's right-handed!

Yeah, tie it to your tail, Stabitha!

What about her pointy ears though? I think she should instead cover her horn (and ears) with a wooden cork or something similar if she can find one, that way, there’s no worry if the wind increases.

Do reploids even drink wine?

Tie it to your horn, that way it will always be floating above and away from it.

>>1107981
(also I know it's not time travel, but that kind of precognition kindof works that way. If you can see/know what you know in the future then you also know that in the past/present, which means you knew that before you found out in the future... which would mean that either you forgot at some point between those times or the prediction isn't 100% accurate. Seeing your own thoughts in the future is an inherently paradoxical situation. Since you did just say you chose to forget, then I think we can conclude that you will some day find out what those stars are, but you chose to forget that you will. Like us explaining your nature to the robolds, it is not time for you to know the nature of the stars. ...you did try talking to them, right?
Then again, knowing every permutation of every molecule, every possible result should actually be impossible unless information is stored outside of those molecules or stored information isn't visible, simply because of how informational entropy works. Maybe it's some 4-dimensional entity hax. Also, calling it the Library of Babel is interesting, since it implies there is a high percentage of garbage data in it...)

(sorry to keep sending you messages, I don't really expect a response. Maybe you can reply when we talk once more.)

(oh wait, I think I understand now. It's not precognition, it's not looking into the future, it's entirely predicting what's going to happen via extrapolating from initial conditions. Sam knows everything that's going to happen via the mechanisms of *determinism*, and has chosen to forget it. Yet, nothing in that foreknowledge includes the stars because they are not a result of initial conditions. Wouldn't that also mean that they'd throw determinism out of whack, due to being a source of outside information?)

>>1107982
>are you talking to fucking ghosts
We prefer corporeally challenged.

>>1107982
Nah ghosts are mostly mindless echos of past people and events we're disembodied spirits from outside of your current reality.

>>1108062
Let's peek into the ceiling hole.

could be someone up there... take a peek. if you have to put your head thru, shove the butt of your weapon through the ceiling hole first. if nothing happens, shove your head in.

>>1108063
I agree with this suggestion.

Nalthar 2025/05/17(Sat)17:01 No. 1108194 ID: fd169b
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You climb up and take a look out of the hole. The entry hall is just as empty as before. Shrill wind leaks through cracks in the high windows, bringing flakes that dance to the floor. Far, far above, almost imperceptible in the gloom, the menagerie of puppets emit gentle creaks as they twist in the breeze.

With a rustling Sorrel climbs up your back, surprisingly light for her size. "Hey, we looking to bypass the next bit? I can hear a few moving around, but with how many chambers are down here I can't get a fix on direction. If there's another hole in the floor we might avoid them."

Nah, we're looking for an underground route, not a mixed route. We should fully map the passages and fulfill the mission requirements.

Since we know where the northeast passage goes, let's check out the northwest.

F,A) Regret, yours and theirs, that your most intimate connection with most people is so final. But its still a connection, so keep petting.

F) HATRED.
(And love)
No matter how hard you try to crowd out the emotion with corruption, self-destruction, and willful ignorance, your heart boils with a gruesome, impossible ambition:
You want Heaven to die. You want them to stop corrupting everything in the universe with sickly Light.
A) Pet it more. You're in too deep.

F) Admiration.

B)

C, A

Lust, but not necessarily in a strictly sexual sense, but rather, desire. Desire for connection, desire to fill that explicitly human shaped hole that effectively *is* your being.

When's the last time you operated outside of survival mode? When was the last time you had a break? A vacation where you didn't have to look over your shoulder constantly?
When was the last time you got fucking sloshed with a friend you never worried would stab - or need to be stabbed by- you in the back later?
When was the last time you shared a bed with someone in an encounter that didn't both begin and end with weeping, curses, and the weight of reality pressing down upon you both?
When was the last time you had a real fucking hug?

Infact, fuck petting that monster, fucking cuddle that thing.
No matter how bloody or beastly it is, there comes a point where human desire crystalizes, metastisizes into a need- a point you crossed too long ago.

You'll take what you can fucking get.

>>1108056
E, C. We really should know better than this.
But we've made worse decision. Possible.

tippler 2025/05/15(Thu)19:41 No. 1108097 ID: f1368b
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>She should really apologize
Instinctively, Jess feels an urge to make Henry less mad at her by begging forgiveness, but this seems like a case of ‘she should have known better’, and such a reactive apology might come across as hollow without proper thought behind it. Jess knows she has a tendency to act based on social cues rather than anything in her perverted heart, and the fox tries to think about where she went wrong.

Yes it was a sensitive subject, but that’s part of what makes it funny to Jess, like when she told Henry not to kill himself before camping solo. People, especially depressed husbands, really do like to go out in the wilderness and blow their brains out. Realism makes an ironic bit of black comedy feel relevant, gritty, and fun! These damn woke snowflake libs really can’t take a joke anymore.

>Would a kid fix all of this?
A conciliatory child would not be good for either of their psyches. Jess is smart enough to know not to bring a life into this world as a bargaining chip. That ship has sailed, so to speak.

>C, get an outside opinion
Jess is an expert rationalizer and a well-adjusted adult, there’s no winning against her mind in isolation. She needs to phone a friend to figure out how bad she actually fucked up.

tippler 2025/05/15(Thu)19:41 No. 1108098 ID: f1368b
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Jess props herself up on her side and painstakingly messages Terrence. She’s so fatigued that she has to take a break between messages to muster willpower.

Jess: Terry my boy I am some kind of weird freak
Jess: I also have food poisoning I’m dying
Jess: The point is I made a morning sickness joke because I was throwing up and Henry got mad
Jess: Honestly I thought it was kind of funny but Henry’s been sore about life recently so I’m wondering if I went too far.
Jess: But like I’d do it again and I know there’s something wrong with me.
Jess: I’m not like other girls uwu
Jess: I guess I’m asking what do to not be mean to Henry even though sometimes I want to be mean to Henry because I am mean

TerTer: Is this part of your marriage trouble? I remember you mentioned it’s been a little rough recently
Jess: Yeah
TerTer: Hm…are you feeling okay? You must be really sick.
Jess: Eh it’s shitty but whatever. Asked Henry to come home early for work but he was busy so I’ve been handling it.

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B. It'd be nice to talk about it with someone other than Henry. With him, it's a sore spot and the source of your current troubles. To an outsider like Terrence, there's a lot more to it, and much of it is positive.

>>1108098
You forget the part where its was a misscarriage joke also shitting out the baby so you told half the joke

B) its the crux of the problem. Even if you don't think much of it Henry does. Get some perspective from your friend.