Arhra 2015/08/18(Tue)01:11 No. 663616 ID: 8177e7
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>>663598
>You idiot! You forgot to wear your glasses again! That's clearly a pink tentacle.
Oh, so it is!

We're getting married~

HERO/10

Idiom Alpha!5tTWT1eydY 2015/08/18(Tue)01:22 No. 663618 ID: 3bc92d
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"Yikes, Phil, why are you all space-suited up?"

"Well, the mission to Mars is today, isn't it?"

"Oh... bad news, buddy. You're not going. We decided to go with Eddy instead."

"Eddy?! He can barely drive a car, let alone pilot the ship! Why would you send him?!"

"Well, he's blonde. Me and the boys in PR figured that it would be good to add a bit of hair-color diversity to the crew. Nothing personal, Phil, but the space program has an image to maintain, and your dull hair doesn't cut the mustard."

This is crazy! I can't just stand by and let this happen. It's always been my dream to go to Mars!

What if I was... completely bald and shiny?!

>>663618
Dye your hair a brilliant blue.

Get a catgirl to take Eddie's place.

And set the self-destruct coordinates for that one place that your sponsors are obviously trying to take over.

Furballs make EVERYTHING worse!

"But Eddy isn't blond! He dyes his hair!"

>>663618
He might be blonde...
BUT YOU GOT TENTACLES!
(thank you, distant ancestors)

Summon Major Tom
http://1d4chan.org/wiki/Major_Tom

Pull off helmet, dramatically reveal... GINGER.

>>663618
Point out no one can see your hair in a helmet anyways, and they can photoshop hair any way they want in the images they release to the press.

...or you could just bleach your hair. Bleach is way cheaper than a rocket ship.

>>663618
I happen to identify as a cross-gender ultrasexual human-slash-mechanical attack helicopter and I will be referred to as xim/xir/xer. How's THAT for diversity.

Then watch as you become the new cover xirl.

By the Emperor, we will JUMP TO SPACE OURSELVES. Screw your pitiful space program!

We'll create our own spaceship to Mars with blackjack and hookers.

>>663618
Open up your helmet to reveal that you are actually Samatar Jama Jama Jama Ja Barre, leader of the Pan-African faction in Beyond Earth. "No village wazeba ruined by trade!"

>>663618
"If I can't go to Mars... then I'll MAKE MARS COME TO ME!" *uses telekinetic powers to pull Mars into a collision course with Earth*

This is because I'm part cat girl isn't it you racist?

Idiom Alpha!5tTWT1eydY 2015/08/19(Wed)01:04 No. 663843 ID: 3bc92d
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“Fine. I don’t need you. I don’t need any of you!”

“What’s that? What are you talking about, Phil?”

“I’m going to do it, Jeremy. I’m going to do it on my own.”

“You’re not talking about - about that method, are you?!”

“What do you think?”

“You’re insane, Phil! It’s a forbidden technique! Even Grandmaster Armstrong lost his life trying to perform it - there’s no way a rookie like you can pull it off!”

“Oh yeah? Watch me.” I turn away. “Tell Eddy I’ll see him on Mars - if he can ever find his way there.”

I breathe in, letting my Space Chi expand in my heart, burning, electrified with the passion of my dream, as I murmur the ancient NASA blood-rites. When I feel my insides begin to boil, I tense my legs, press each of my pressure points in rapid succession, let my Space Chi ripple through my muscles…

Idiom Alpha!5tTWT1eydY 2015/08/19(Wed)01:04 No. 663844 ID: 3bc92d
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…and leap.

As I rocket into the atmosphere, on a direct course for Mars, Jeremy’s words somehow reach me.

“You did it! You actually did it!” Jeremy screams out, excited. “Godspeed, you mad bastard! Godspeed!”

SPACE, MAN, I ALWAYS WANTED YOU TO GO INTO SPACE, MAN END, 20/10

Apollo 2015/08/19(Wed)01:09 No. 663845 ID: defceb
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"Finished at last!"

Apollo 2015/08/19(Wed)01:10 No. 663846 ID: defceb
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"The amount of suggestions have finally reached critical mass!"

"I... I don't think I can draw any more panels."

"Idiom, pull the lever! We finally have enough power to...!!!"

Conquer Pluto!

MAKE WEAVER HAVE A CONSISTENT UPDATE SCHEDULE FOR HIS SHIT

>>663846

DESTROY CORPORATE AMERICA

>>663846
REIGNITE THE SUN

>>663846
FINISH MUDY QUEST?

>>663846
RUN A SELF-PERPETUATING QUEST MACHINE, THUS FREEING US FROM THE TYRANNY OF THE SUGGESTERS!
Keep the ugly cat gun ready, though, in case it all goes horribly, horribly wrong

Conquer the Netherworld?

>>663846
Go to bed and fucking sleep

Create a gun to turn you both back into poorly drawn humans!

>>663846
Finally turn the entire world into robot lesbians, just like you both planned all along.

Crash the internet with our shitty drawings.

Reawaken the ancient evil known as Reaver.

Send Marie back in time!

>>663846
reheat this cup of coffee

Pay the interociter bill.

Bring MC hammer pants back in style.

Bring back the 90s. So you're the ones responsible for all these remakes.

Turn the world into cats that can draw 2 panel quests.

Idiom Alpha!5tTWT1eydY 2015/08/31(Mon)19:20 No. 666115 ID: 3bc92d
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“Idiom, come on! It’s been like two weeks!”

“…bluh?” Idiom blinks. “Oh! Sorry. I was just taking a catnap.”

“More like a catcoma. It’s time, Idiom! Activate the device!”

“Okay.” Idiom wanders off towards the Wall of Levers.

Apollo rubs their tiny cat-hands together maniacally. “Finally, with the use of the Automated-Suggester-O-Tron, we’ll be freed from the need for suggestions… forever!” Apollo laughs madly, only to stop halfway through a cackle. “Wait, that’s not the right lever.”

“But isn’t this the-?”

“Yes, but it’s only a prototype! Idiom, no!”

“Sorry, can’t help it. I’m a born lever-puller.” Idiom pulls the lever.

Idiom Alpha!5tTWT1eydY 2015/08/31(Mon)19:20 No. 666116 ID: 3bc92d
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After the dust settles, Apollo coughs. “…oof. That felt really weird. Wait… why do I feel this strange affection for roombas?” Apollo blinks, looking around. “Arhra, Brom - are you two okay?

Idiom Alpha!5tTWT1eydY 2015/08/31(Mon)19:21 No. 666117 ID: 3bc92d
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“iiiI a-a-am oKay, I th-THink. I d-do fEel a biT GooFy.” Arhra points. “iT luh-luh-looks liKE bRom took the bRUNT of it, th-thOugh.”

”KILL JOHN CONNORS. ROMANCE BROMWIFE. NEVER LOOK BACK.”

Idiom Alpha!5tTWT1eydY 2015/08/31(Mon)19:22 No. 666118 ID: 3bc92d
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Apollo turns to Idiom, still standing by the Wall of Levers. “Idiom, what were you thinking?! You do know that the Robo-Sapphicizer 9001 is still in development, right?!”

“Hey, it looks like it worked well enough.” Idiom smugly gestures at the others. “And, let’s be honest here: a world where everyone is a robot lesbian is a world that I’m very happy to live in.”

“Idiom, it only worked on the four of us. We didn’t collect enough Star Power from this thread for the Robo-Sapphicizer’s effect to be global.”

“But…” Idiom’s smugness dies instantly, and her expression is replaced with one of pure horror. “But that means-!”

“I’m sorry, Idiom. I’m afraid that the world is still full of people who are not robot lesbians.”

Idiom Alpha!5tTWT1eydY 2015/08/31(Mon)19:23 No. 666120 ID: 3bc92d
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“No… You’re lying! NO!” Idiom yells, grabbing Apollo by the shirt. “There’s got to be a way! We can get more power, right? We - we can make another thread!”

“Maybe, you silly doofus.” Apollo ruffles Idiom’s new robot hair. “Just maybe.”

THE END

Okay, see you all again in about a month.

And bring more zombies next time!

Push it, Arhra. Push it to the LIMIT!

>>666120
QUEST/10. ROBOSAPPHO END.

I love you guys.

QOTY 2015

I was expecting more dragon ass and Bob Ross, but 10/10 quest anyways.

Dammit! If it's not you then I must finds out who is trying to bring back 90's and stop them.

>QOTY 2015
The Golden Dick-Flail Award for most thought provoking quest.