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Your name is Veronica Blaze. A 25 year old mixed race woman. Fairly plain and average looking, flat chest, brown hair, brown eyes.

You serve Ice Cream out of your hom- I mean your van! You definitely are NOT living out of your van as a 25 year old college flunkie up to her armpits in debt. Because haha, that would be completely pathetic.

No, you just uh.. Have a real love for those gosh darn swell kids. You definitely DON'T want to strangle the little shits sometimes. Although, it's better than your other part time gig as a clown. You shiver thinking about their shrill shrieks. The hair pulling, the humiliation of wearing that clown outfit in front of other grown adults to look after their spoiled children.

Last night was pretty bad. You had to wash your panties in the bathroom sink of a gas station. The last thing you need up there is a yeast infection. Lord knows it's growing like a forest down there because you can't trust these cheap razors not to carve up your meat folds like Edward Scissorhands.

You blare the cheap ice cream truck music out of your van using a ghetto rig of a CD rip and a cheap portable stereo.

You couldn't even afford the ice cream stickers on your van, so they're just colored print-outs.

You pass by some kids all on their phones. You wish you still had yours. But it's probably somewhere in the ocean right now seeing as your butterfingers dropped it down a sewer grate by accident.

Anyhow, the ice cream music doesn't seem to be getting their attention..

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We don't need dick. We need some fucking money.

>Start driving for Uber or Lyft
>Sell ice cream when no passengers
>Stock the good shit that faggot fat kid likes, but mark prices up 30%
>Rebrand ourselves as ice cream caterers
>We show up at kid's parties as a clown and pass out ice cream for $150/hour
>Use proceeds to pimp out van

You can do it Veronica.
Clean up and start posting nudes on the Internet. Create a large following then start taking fees.
We don’t have a phone, remember? Alternatively we could masturbate in public and take donations.
Are we a virgin? We can fetch good money to buy a used phone or laptop by selling our virginity
Sexy pics on the internet are one thing, outright prostitution another thing entirely. Maybe we can make some side money selling drugs to the high school and college kids? Something for the whole family.

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Hi /qst/ I'll make this as obvious as possible:
I'm an uncreative shit, prone to laziness.
I would like to improve on both of those, primarily in the writing department.

I more or less have a world and I have some stories to tell. I just really need some help to make them good and coherent.

So what is this Quest about? Helping my retarded ass learn to write.
Welcome to Retard Quest!

I'm gonna drop you into an unexplored world and you can pick where to move / what to do, much like a CYOA Book.

Maps are up to you.

You awaken in a field of flowers, scared and confused. You don't know where you are, who you are, or how you got here.

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"Don't do what again?" you shout at the ocean, while smashing open the third bottle.
you consider for a moment, that it's asking you to not smash the bottles.....but what would be the point? Maybe it's got something to do with that metal thingy?
You grab the metal thing and whack it against the bottle instead.
Now that has a significantly better effect.
You take out the piece of paper and read.

This time a wave gently places another bottle in front of you rather than tossing it non-chalantly at your feet.

This one looks vastly different from the other three.
It has an odd shape, almost like a water pipe. It's pink glass glitters in the sun and it's almost big enough to wield as a weapon, if only it wasn't made of glass.
Ah, don't say M'lady, noted.

Take a closer look at the metal thing, can we discern what it is? Or is supposed to be?
Is the pink bottle empty?
of course not, there's another letter inside

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The Hunter Association is an organization of the best and brightest humanity has to offer. They work everyday to protect the people, knowledge, culture of world. To become a Hunter, one must pass a test known as the Hunter Exam.

The Hunter Exam is a test that happens once every year, it is known to be one of the most difficult and dangerous test ever conceived.

Back-Breaking Physical tests paired along with Complex and Unconventional mental tests which are all conducted under extreme environmental conditions, which is all done in order to find even one person with the skills to survive the intense physical pressure.

Those who pass the test are shown to be the best warriors and survivalists known to human kind. Passing the exam gives them a Hunter License, proof of their prowess and accomplishments.

This license gives them access to 90% of the entire world, 75% access to restricted places in the world, free use of all public utilities, almost 0 legal consequences for murder and most importantly, A lifetime of wealth and fortune.

However, the morality rate of the Exam known to go as high as 90% with a pass rate of 1 out 10,000 contestants ever passing the Exam every 3 years. Despite this, 1000s upon 10,000s of men and women still enter for even the smallest chance at winning the title of Hunter. Whether this be out of insatiable greed, heroic honor or outright desperation.

In the Hunter Exam, the only thing that matters is the need to win and the strength to do it.


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Hey I love Brad but this team is much better. Plus we just spent most of the entire last exam with him. New characters can be a nice change of pace
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After browsing the book, You look back at the line up and eye them.

As you look over to Bradford, he smiles brightly at you, like an excited dog about to go on a walk, or perhaps a bloodthirsty wolf ready to go on a pack hunt?

(He's clearly expecting me to pick him, it almost makes me feel like I have to choose him when he looks at me like that.) you think.

(But no, even if your combat skills are top-notch, after that insanity in the mountains, I've had my fill of your bullshit, I need a new face if I'm going to stay sane.) you conclude as you look over to Brovoski.

Brovoski's eyes are too busy staring at the floor to notice yours, (Brovoski muscles would be a great assets in any battle, but he honestly looks like he's more ready to feed himself to the beasts than beat them.) you note and look over to Dillion.

The second your eyes meet, he clicks his tongue at you and glares back.

(Skipping that one.) you conclude as you look over to Arztz, the dark horse of this one-legged race.

Arztz stares off into space with a small smirk on his face, seeming half here and half somewhere else entirely.

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"Oh come the hell on man! I know I'm a little loud and I can get a bit over-excited sometimes! But really!? You're gonna force me to run with the Rich brat and the suicidal giant!? These two have the usefulness of a wooden spoon in cooking flambe steak!" he exclaims.

"Oh trust me, I'm as excited to work with vulgar street filth like you as you are with me. Though I guess street filth preferable to untamed savagery. At least I can control the other." he states.

"Flambe...that Ivy's second favorite cooking method...it used to be first, but then she say Brovoski Burn-son is her new favorite! Oh sweet Ivy, why you leave Brovoski!?" He shouts as he begins to breakdown into tears.

Bradford looks at them with a mix of astonishment and disgust, "Derrick! Please! I'm begging ya! Don't leave me with those retards! They'll drive me so far off the deep end that I'll drown before the day's out!" He exclaims.

"Sorry man, my mind's made up." you state.

"You can't be fucking real..." He looks over at Damon to see if he can do anything.

"I said I would leave, the decision-making independent, sorry, I cannot interfere." he answers.

"Oh Christ Almighty..." He whispers as he looks back at his new group in complete disappointment.

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And now that's it's gotten late, this is where I stop for the night. Resuming tomorrow as usual, should be getting to the meat of the action tomorrow.

Goodnight for now Anons.
>I will make sure everything, from the way you walk, to the way you talk, to the way you fight, to the way you dress will be exactly as it's supposed to in order to achieve success
This can only go well

Also gotta say I'm really surprised Brad hasn't challenged us to a competition to see who can kill their beast the first yet. Seems like something he'd totally do


Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?searchall=stranded+mech+quest

Information pastebin: https://pastebin.com/vSXCNHAQ

You are Captain Alex, Proxima Aquarii Federation, 4th Fringe Machine Infantry. When heading to a routine exercise, you and your mech ended up somewhere other than outside the backwater base on a polluted world you called home.

(You are also Crew Boss Levi, a mechanic in charge of repairs to Alex's mech. You are also Miriam Arteth, a member of the elite nobility of the Meran Empire.)

Now you're stuck in a world that's verdant, green, and full of life, where people use 'magic' and gods rule. You were pretty sure it was a sophisticated LARPer's personal planet, but Mirna, from the Apha Centauri Conglomerate has stated otherwise.

You are an ace pilot, the elite of mech operators, and you pilot the Newt, a durable and quick military mech.

You are currently located at Port Haller.

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Rolled 33, 15, 21, 38, 88 = 195 (5d100)

Rolled 76, 31, 49, 29, 87 = 272 (5d100)

Rolled 70, 50, 98, 27, 63 = 308 (5d100)

Uh. From the back at a cross angle to us.

I ASSUME she wouldn't shoot in a straight line in case she misses.
Rolled 83, 79, 53, 82, 58 = 355 (5d100)


>wake up
>go outside
>walk into people's houses without permission
>talk to them
>break their pottery for money
>buy everything in the shop
>commit mass genocide upon a different species
>cause mass hysteria
>cause mass extinction
>slay gods
>laught manically
>sans appears
>have a bad time
>>wake up
>>go outside
>>walk into people's houses without permission
>>talk to them
>>break their pottery for money
>>buy everything in the shop
>>commit mass genocide upon a different species
>>cause mass hysteria
>>cause mass extinction
>>slay gods
>>laught manically
>>sans appears
>>have a bad time
>>>3097207 (OP) #
>>>wake up
>>>go outside
>>>walk into people's houses without permission
>>>talk to them
>>>break their pottery for money
>>>buy everything in the shop
>>>commit mass genocide upon a different species
>>>cause mass hysteria
>>>cause mass extinction
>>>slay gods
>>>laught manically
>>>sans appears
>>>have a bad time

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> Sunday, October 4th, 2015

SITUATION: http://pastebin.com/ziMsX6th
MECHANICS: http://pastebin.com/49M2eE8Z
THE RULES: http://pastebin.com/BEsprkBZ
THE TANK: http://pastebin.com/sJsgig6B
THE DIVISIONS: http://pastebin.com/xCQZAdqU
THE SHOP: http://pastebin.com/v6xeDRXj
DANON’S THE TEAM: http://pastebin.com/bUU2v0z8

You take a sip of coffee with your shaking hands. Today’s the day. You take a breath. Today’s the day of reckoning and everything else. You spent much of last night pulling your tank together, getting him cleaned and polished, fixing his gunsights and everything. But now today was finally the day. You sigh, placing the coffee mug down on the table then finishing buttoning your shirt up. An entire summer of action has led up to this day.

The World Finals.

Deep breath, calm. Your blood is running cold. You just have to be calm. You look behind yourself, then do a double take. What the?!

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In progress.
Thanks for the fun, boss.

I will spend the next two weeks trying to decide if I should call in sick to make the finale
Anon, I got a feeling the finale is gonna be an incredibly long one so missing one day may not hurt you.
I still don't want to miss it. Maybe the new guy at work will be available to cover for me that day.

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Galactic Federation is a freeformish RP where you create your own civilization and you mess around with other civilizations and have adventures with the ambassador of your race and occasionally do wars as well.Feel free to jump in at any time just listen to group consensus and try not to be too OP and anyone is welcome to join.
The setting: An alternate reality where the Andromeda and Milky Way Galaxies collided in the far past.Many races have arisen in this collision with some from different galaxies,alternate dimensions and even from earlier times.They all interact on Trojan the meeting place of the Galactic Federation:an organization for all races to meet and to keep peace in the galaxy.
Or beat the fuck out of each other.
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>The Imperial Army reports a steady stream of enlistment in the wake of the Ploraxian conflict and conscriptment has been lowered in response to this leading to another few army groups being sent to the Ploraxian front
>The Imperial Navy at the current level stands at 5 War Fleets and 2 smaller Expeditionary Fleets with Imperial ship numbers currently staying steady at around 1,500 Warships with the industrialization efforts of the UE,UUW and Zutan Territories making more ships a possibility in the future but as of right now the government sees as major fleet build up with being unnecessary. With countless smaller patrol ships,logistics ships,industrial and merchant vessels also plying the trade routes of the Empire.
>Karl not knowing any of this merely shrugs
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>That is all for your news for tonight folks

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Give suggestions on how the story should continue...

Past quests: https://www.deviantart.com/lom678
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first things first, we need names for Hilbert, Rosa and Hilda
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part 2

I'll do this in the next part
Call them THE Chad, Meiling because chinese style hair buns, and Sugartits respectively.

Meiling kung-fus the shit out of the garbage pokemon with chinese kenpo to retrieve the pokeballs. Or something equally silly happens.
I like meiling but i'm not feeling the other two

Maybe DJ Marvelous (self proclaimed soul name, real name would be something boring like john smith), and Nancy or Cyndy?

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You're Pantsu Ahegao and you're a Ninja.

Your mistress Futa Cocknipples got you a mission to retrieve the fabled Dildo of Handless Orgasms from the Flying Dicks Mountains. It's in possession of the evil witch Halfassed Handjob, you'll need to be very cunning in order to steal it from her.

What do you wanna do?
> Go to the Flying Dicks Mountains at once
> Buy some climbing equipment since you're going mountain climbing
> Seek a companion to go with you in this adventure
> Start a dark metal band as a long term undercover tactic to infiltrate Halfassed Handjob territory
> other
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Pantsu Ahegao starts a dark metal band called Cunnilinguus and becomes increasingly famous over the course of a few months up to the point he gets invited by Halfassed Handjob to play at her festival.

Pantsu Ahegao then buys some climbing gear and goes undercover with his band to play at Halfassed Handjob's music festival. All her grunts and minions are present there and you're informed that she's a great fan of your music, the tracks Lick Real Fast and Tongue Twist being their favourites.

After playing in the festival you meet Halfassed Handjob backstage. She wants some action. What do you do?

> Use your ninja arts to knock her unconscious
> Fuck her senseless you'll defeat her with your cock
> Give her a cunnilinguus and see if her handjobs are really halfassed
> Call the Mods because this is a christian board and we can't have this sort of stuff written in here

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>Give her a cunnilinguus and see if her handjobs are really halfassed

Pantsu Ahegao lasciviously gives the evil witch Halfassed Handjob a passionate cunnilinguus, his fit and powerful tongue really turn Halfassed into a quivering mess in no time. In turn she gives a really halfassed handjob to Pantsu Ahegao, he has a hard time cumming due to how halfassed the handjob was, but when he does he cums rope loads of hot white cum.

Satisfied she then hops on her magical broom and prepares to leave to her home.

> Follow Halfassed Handjob on foot
> Steal the backup magical broom and fly after her
> Attempt to convince her to take you to her place
> You just came you can't think straight just stay there with a dumb expression watching as she leaves
> other
>Follow Halfassed Handjob on foot
Then we break into her house, hide in the bathroom, and transform into a bar of soap.

Pantsu Ahegao follows Halfassed Handjob on foot. The task is made easier due to the climbing gear he so boldly remembered to bring with him in this mission.

But a swarm of Flying Dicks attack him!

Pantsu Ahegao draws his katana ready to defend himself against the rape from above.

Roll 1d100 to avoid being raped by flying dicks

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In the far future, biotechnology advances by leaps and bounds, creating stunning achievements in medical, civil, and military applications. Illness becomes a thing of the past, and genetic modification is as commonplace as cosmetic surgery.

However, like all great advances, unchecked progress and experimentation has led to abuse and corruption. Ultra powerful megacorporations that monopolized the latest biotech have risen to be the great powers of the age, waging secret wars of sabotage, espionage, and deceit to get ahead of each other.

In order to fuel their rampant growth, megacorps develop lethal diseases and viruses, horrific bio-organic abominations, and ever more exotic genetic modifications to both sell to the highest bidder and unleash upon each other.

The rampant proliferation of bioweapons, and the need to contain them, has given rise to a new profession, the BIOWEAPON HUNTER.
Now with a new OP!

Twitter: https://twitter.com/MercCommand

Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Bioweapon%20Hunter%20Quest

Other Quests: https://pastebin.com/eTUmEmRb

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That reminds me Merc, before Wesker gave his desk to Lucina, did he remember to clear all the pictures of Rebecca out of it?
Pretty much.
We have to find out how extensive the shapeshifting can get one of these days.
I'm sure we can still be rather creative even with minimal form changing capabilities.

>making a wrist mounted focusing crystal array for a directed magical energy beam weapons
We literally grow a unibrow and a Groucho Marx nose when we know we're about to be caught on camera doing something

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You're William Halskate and you're sick. A bad case of infection. You have fever, your throat is sore, your muscles ache and you can barely walk. You need antibiotics, strong ones, or you're going to die.

Problem is the city is overrun by zombies.

You're in your apartment in the 13th floor downtown. You can see the masses of undeads down below. There's a pharmacy two blocks away.

What you gonna do?
> Grab a metal pipe and take the elevator to the ground floor
> Grab a metal pipe and take the stairs to the ground floor
> Fashion a rope out of bedsheets and try to toss it into a smaller building across the street to create a makeshift bridge for you to cross
> Fashion a makeshift crowbar out of a metal pipe and go breaking and entering into your neighbour apartments hoping to find some antibiotics in their medicine cabinets
> Accept your fate and just drink your last half bottle of bourbon
> other
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>Try to reach the hardware store.
>Try to find rope to make a rope ladder.
>Search the rooms for brooms and other items to use for steps.
>Leave some brooms and fashion spears out of them with duct tape and knives.
>> Try to reach the hardware store
Any decent hardware store will have pvc facemasks and hard hats, leather welders jackets and gloves, and knee pads. There is no way a zombie is biting through that shit. If we got caught by a mob they could crush us through weight alone but against a handful of zeds we'd be fine.
We can't be sure that the gunshots were aimed at zombies. I don't know the owner, but if he's paranoid we shouldn't risk it unless we got something good to trade. If we go to the gun store we make some signs indicating that we might want to trade if that's ok and ask that they leave a big sign on the window that we can read for their answer from a safe spot.
A gun store is also the first place everyone would think of when something like this happens. That place is begging for a classic Texas shootout if we aren't careful.Nobody is leaving that store with everything in it until the streets are safe anyway.

Samantha. We're thinking of securing a route to a hardware store. You can either try to come with us or guard the building and try to think up some plans. Maybe look through a phone book to find some important locations around our area code? Do inventory? We're gonna feel really dumb if we go out risking our lives to get what we already have.

Think there's anywhere near here with a working drone? Would be nice to fly it around to check for zombies.

If we try breaking and entering other buildings we need a way to make sure there isn't a zombie sleeping under the window. I don't wanna die to something stupid like that.

People getting hungry and going out has been mentioned. We need to find hiding spots for our stuff. Some people might think they found a sweet stash and steal our hoard thinking it's abandoned or if they're jackasses they might try to take the building from us while we're out .

Hey Alex, what do you think about making rooms to hide our stuff in if we do make it to the hardware store? If somebody thought like us we might come back home one day and find things empty.

I think when people come out there's going to be a bunch of chaos and they might not all be friendly people. Since we are going to the hardware store, we secure as much of the stuff in a nearby building for storage rather than take the long trips. Eventually some smartass might try to take over the store and we'd be out of supplies. I don't wanna take it all but we gotta at least have some spare stuff if it's time to lay low or we end up finding more decent people

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Hm I like the idea of getting another survivor on board, 3 is stronger but still a weak number. But if he has a gun and knows what he's doing he can hopefully hold out for awhile.

Hardware store for tools, crafting equipment, weapons and armor sounds good.

For weapons we should all have spears, and on our belts a shorter weapon like an axe, pick or hammer, and a strong fixed blade knife. The baseball bat is quite good a weapon as is, someone should keep using that. And we should always have our pistols on us.

this sounds good for armor. We will need it before any serious clearing of buildings.

Ask if Sam knows how to shoot properly, ask her to trade guns with Alex if she doesn't.
Crude spears might not be the best. Zombies are like boars in that if you pierce em they're just gonna keep charging. That's why boar spears have those things on the sides. Pitchforks are much better because they hook onto something and keep it from getting closer.

We need a way to observe zombies safely even if it's setting up cameras or drones to watch them. We know next to nothing about them and need to know more before we get a nasty surprise like a zombie that knows how to use a gun.

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Previous parts of the story

Part 1 https://archived.moe/qst/thread/3029969/
part 2 https://archived.moe/qst/thread/3060504/
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I said...
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To you too...
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Get off that fucking window!

What the hell?!
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You have no idea how you are needed for my plans to work. If anything happened to you, I would lose my only chance to make to use fucker pay for what they did to me!
He seems to be pretty strong, put your feets in the window frame and try to escape pushing it.

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Your broken spirit and body rests on a roof of a decrepit building in a city just as ruined. The sky is red and filled with black clouds, the sun not rising or setting, nowhere in sight. You have fallen here, the crater of your impact shocking both in its size and in the fact that you haven't broken through into the building. Pieces of what you were, what you could have been, land around the roof and into the street below. Laughter rings out, and the building starts to shake. You have failed, you know that much. More information is evasive - only that you are dying, and that dying here means not death, but something much worse. Some sort of wager, some sort of bet.

But you are not dead yet. Yes, most everything that falls near you, within reach, is broken and useless. But here and there are pristine, beautiful things, more ideas than objects. It was you, you know, that gave them shape once. You built them from the nothing, the void that rests between consciousness and Dream, from nothing but ideas and wonder. They have lost most of their luster - whatever struck you stripped them of most of their glory. But here they are. Relics. Artifacts. Things that once were, and could be again. And if you want to live, you'll need one. You don't know why you know you could take only the one, but it's a reality that is apparent.

The enemy is monstrous. A beast with swords for fur, and guns for claws. It laughs as it destroys another building, just nearby. You are sure that it is looking for you. It is only a matter of time, and there is no escape.

What shall you take, DREAMER?

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All these sound so aggressive. I don't really want to make any enemies if we don't have to, especially if we don't know if this guy is a Dreamer. Or if he was our friend in the past.

Deflect it onto him?
>Why don't you tell me about your private life then, James?
>really? Can we get into the current decade, or should I get you a varsity jacket?
>[Ignore James]
Not worth our time

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Sunlight glints on the tiny silver inscriptions that line the glass vial containing Ibn'ah's legacy as you hold it up to the sky, tilting it this way and that. Too small to read with the naked eye, the inscriptions vanish under any normal lens. Only when the glass is lit up with purified sunlight can the miniscule sigils be read, and only a thousand year mirror can purify light in such a way. You have a mirror now, you can finally learn what ancient Ibn'ah was able to learn.

You can finally learn if it was actually worth it.

Certainly, you'll have plenty of time to weigh up the costs as you walk to civilisation. It's slow going now, slower than ever before, and an unspoken frustration is starting to settle over the group. Nobody wants to point the finger, to be the first one to mention it, but the problem is obvious. It's obvious, and it's crippling you.

The Deep Forest is no place for a blind man. Even with Branwen dutifully leading him by the hand Gunny often stumbles when the terrain grows rough, and the terrain is rough more often than not.

But the worst part, you think, are his eyes. Blank, lifeless stone... they give no hints towards what he might be thinking, what he might be feeling. The rest of his face is little better, his mouth set in a weary, yet determined, grimace. Still, you wonder what could be on his mind. Quiet sorrow or faithful acceptance?

Blame, perhaps?
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Thanks for running! Will Gunny ever recover his sight, or achieve some alternate way of seeing things?
Well this is getting spooky. Thanks for running!
Thanks for running.

Is the Deep Forest on par with Australia?
Nah, in Australia at least only the wildlife wants to kill you. In the Deep Forest it's the people as well.
Generally, they're not a real problem - they mostly just scavenge and eat dead bodies. Swarms like this are pretty much unique, and very much a local issue. For most people, it's just not enough of a problem!
I won't say that it's impossible, but it wouldn't be an easy or simple matter. Call it a work in progress, perhaps
In the Deep Forest, the people ARE wildlife!

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Far off, nestled in an otherwise small Japanese town lies the Dark Gate Academy. An institution of tremendous size, the Academy holds a long kept secret. Unknown to the outside world, this unseemly town is home to a tear in our reality. A gate between our world and a bizarre dimension known as the Darkworld. The inhabitants of this hellish world breach this gate and attempt to flood into our reality and spread throughout the world on a regular basis. However, the Dark Gate Academy is home to students of truly extraordinary abilities. The ability to sense the presence of these evil Darkworld creatures, and defeat them in combat, sending them back through the gate.

They cannot close the rift between our world and the Darkworld, but the students and staff of Dark Gate Academy have dedicated their lives to using their amazing powers to hold back the darkness that plagues our world, even if it costs them their lives. They have risen up to the challenge and in secret have become great heroic defenders of the world as we know it.

For many years, Dark Gate Academy has held back the forces of the Darkworld, kept this unspeakable evil contained within their walls in secret. But now, with their existence revealed, a great cloud of change looms over Dark Gate Academy.

>Previously on Dark Gate Academy...
After defeating Takaaki Yamada, a group of armed soldiers appeared at the school.
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God damn it Conquest you little fuck
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Thanks for Running Booker

Well the Conqueror, slayer of The Strangers family especially his marshmallow children, finally makes his move after Isamu killed his DemiSpawn Hermes.
Rest in piss class 1
Thanks for running Booker.

Oh shit it's The Conqueror, Class 1 are definitely fucked. Definitely expect some loss of limbs seeing as how everyone in Class 1 got rekt in the Tournament and Isamu only beat a Demidemon with Archangel powers and The Conqueror is even tougher than that. Plus Gado is obviously dead seeing as how harming Aoki at all will make Risa slightly sad and he obviously can't have that ever happening.
Thanks for running, Booker. Well, Class 1 will probably obviously have to take down Goa and Kage, and Aoki/Conqueror will either move on DGA while Class 1 and buddies go on their happy adventure infiltrating Risa's home, or he's going to be the final boss and absolutely fuck them up.

BROKEN PEACE will probably come on out, and I'm ready for Ninsei to fucking kick the milk bucket to trigger it. Also Kats is fucking dead probably too, with some self-sacrifice thing to keep Risa alive, and he'll pull out the real cool one-liner, like "Just doin my job, Princess," or some shit like that.

Mild DGA Movie hype. Time to see actually closer to sane pre-Dreamer Alice, though she'll probably still be a weirdo. Also Chihiro's grand-aunt may potentially make a cameo. Mizuki dragging Wei into antics should be a fun time.

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