Memories of Earth (Sonny - Aftermath 1) https://youtu.be/XxIr_gXszgMIn the blue hour, in a field of gently swaying grass, an old man stood, listening quietly to the cicadas screaming for pussy. He smiled at the thought. Insects were very amusing creatures and it was their music which gave voice to heat and the evening. A cool breeze blew and it felt good against his weathered face. The old man was not used to such a peaceful, tranquil atmosphere. For the moment, he felt as if he were... safe? Yes, safe. For the first time in a very, very long time.He closed his eye. He could imagine being there, in his old hometown, walking through the streets and the places he grew up in. Another time, another place, like a memory adrift in a sea of grass and eternity and the sounds of an eternal American summer. But this was all... A fabrication. And actually, so was this entire scene. Zoos, after all, are the built realization of man's favorite illusion: control over nature.The old man's jaw clenched. He sighed a really deep and disappointed sigh out of simultaneous shame and frustration. Tilting his head upwards, he saw the shimmering of the light panels across the vast dome of the sky as it touched the earth. Under his feet, he could feel the subtle rumbling of hidden machines working tirelessly. Through his bones, weather generators blew colder than a moment they did before. None such detail would escape him, nothing ever did.The inhabitants of the zoo could never comprehend the engineering and human imagination invested in this place, but it was the old man's awareness of these things which damned him. He was too old and too jaded, too far in his Fallen state to partake in the ignorant bliss as much as he could receive the Heavenly grace. Something old, dark, and chthonic gnawed at his heart which was treacherous and full of deceit and the taste was bitter, bitter.He simply could not go home again. It was quite impossible. Memories of clear skies had already faded away.Gently shaking off the dust from his feet, the Arm of the City stepped into the cabin of his personal car and bade its return to the Seed known as White Sands. The engines shuddered as the shuttlecraft took off from the orbital station and burned through the night. His right hand man had given him an all-day pass to the Metazoo with only the best of intentions, but alas, alack, such a gift was wasted on the likes of him. He hadn't even seen a single stupid animal or Pokémon during his entire visit, what a fucking ripoff.Even though he shouldn't, the old man was going to have some very harsh words with his friend when he came back home.And on the planet of SUNROSE below, a completely different and totally unrelated story is taking place...
>>6309237>AIM FOR THE NADSYou see your Gardevoir laying there on the floor with his head caved in, the gas masked man kicking at his body, and suddenly everything you think is gone in a surge of sheer murderous hatred. You take off into a sprint, leap over the fallen Pokémon, and ram your shoulder into the gas masked banker like a Mack truck! He stumbles back from the momentum of the blow and you press the advantage by getting in close, preventing from swinging that bat around. You aggressively grip his arms with one hand and start throwing straight jabs right into the center of his stupid face and it feels GOOD. The banker lets go of the bat — a fatal mistake! — and starts clawing at your face and eyes with his gloved hands. An inhuman, animal screech erupts from your throat, more out of anger than pain, as he draws blood. Still, you continue beating the shit out of him.The debtor breaks free just as you throw a mean right hook, leaving you stumbling, and he tries to throw himself to the side, but you turn quickly, raise your leg, and kick the rat fucking bastard right in the balls before he can fully escape. The guy lets out a choked scream of pain as he convulses on the floor and you kick and stomp on him again and again in the groin for good measure. Somehow, without you even knowing when you snatched it up, the bat is already in your hands. Your grip turns white around the handle. You literally see nothing but red as blood drips down your face. You stand over him and for a split moment, you see the frantic lights of his eyes shining behind the lenses of his mask. You grit your teeth and down comes the bat, with crushing force! One— TWHACK— two —THWACK— three!CRUNCHBefore you can try for a fourth, a pair of very big claws slips under your armpits and are placed behind your neck, forcing your head downwards in a full nelson hold. You are forcibly dragged backwards by the larger, man-sized Pokémon and choke as your struggle against its grip."JESUS CHRIST, DAN!" The muffled, helium-pitched voice of your gas masked employer comes running up from behind. Mr. Foster, with a now bent pipe in his hand, looks at the crumpled mask and broken body of his wayward colleague and bends down to check for a pulse. A tense moment passes. Then, Mr. Foster lets out a low breath and stands up slowly. "Christ, Dan, this bloke owes me money, not his life." >Dan defeated Mr. Costner!>Hrkk glrkk... fnnnghkhgn...>You don't get anything for winning...
>>6309245Mr. Costner's Shop (Mezzanine Stairs - Questionable Victory) https://youtu.be/ojD4qbdQZZsYou are GARCIAN SMITH and your head is killing you all over again.Your eyes open slowly to find yourself seated at someone else's dining room table and someone shaking your arm. You rub your head and mumble and groan to yourself from the lingering pain.This isn't the morning's earlier hangover, this is a concussion you got from some jerk bashing in your head with a baseball bat. Judging from how badly he hit you and the dull ringing in your ears, the bastard somehow hit you with a full swing of Dark type energy. Man, there are too many fucking Dark types on SUNROSE."Garcian, Garcian. Okay, he's awake." Dan stops shaking you. There's drying blood on his face and glasses, but you can tell from the size and Dan's alertness that it's only a surface wound. "How do you feel, man?"You stare at Dan and mentally project to him the first words that come to your mind:<Пoмню, жив, нe yмиpaю.>Dan stares at you blankly. You stare at him blankly.<So, did we get him?> you say much more simply."Hell yeah, brother." Dan points his thumb over his shoulder and you see the gas mask guy who hit you slumped over in the corner. Next to him is Mr. Roster, the giant... Uh... Hm. The giant biped Pokémon has long claws and a long snout, and is covered in a weird robe of sorts. His pale head and lens-like eyes reminds you of his owner — you can't read his mind or sense any emotions, which marks him as a Dark-typed fellow just like his owner and his own telekill-lined gas mask.Okay, so you don't know what species this guy is. Fine. Anyway, Mr. Roster is standing next to the baseball guy with his hands politely clasped together. You take another look at the jerk on the floor and wow, he looks really fucked up! The sight of him collapsed on the ground instantly cheers you up and makes you feel less like a guy who got knocked out. <Crazy party huh?> You try cracking a joke, but Dan is already talking to Mr. Foster seriously."Well, you got what you paid for. I don't think this guy's going to ever cross you again." Dan holds out his hand. "Pay me.""No bloody way, pal."Dan's expression doesn't change but he keeps his hand out. In fact, his entire body freezes up and you tense, because that means he's about to start fucking fuming. You know Dan better than anyone else so you hurriedly gesture to Mr. Foster, knowing that your limited telepathy won't work on through the Dark type equipment."I appreciate your contribution," Mr. Foster hisses out, which would be more intimidating if his voice wasn't so high pitched. "But I'm not paying you wankers to make waves here. You two aren't seeing a single dollar until we get through our full list of targets. We've got two more people on the list, now fall in and follow my lead."
>>6309254DAN & GARCIAN>Steal the debtor's wallet. (Roll 1d10000, one anon.)>Start looting the shop for any inventory. (Write in things to look for. Roll 3d100, three anons.)>Eh, who cares about human business? You're hungry. Get something to eat from the fridge.>"Hey, weren't there two other Pokémon or something? What happened to them?">"Between you, me, and him, we should call for a medic." <We have the money for one?> "Yessss..?">"Hey, fuck you, pay me." (Escalate.)>Let's just get the next guy. Who's he? (Next scene.)>Switch to Dan's PoV.>WRITE IN.INFORMATIONDAN STATUS: Very Lightly InjuredGARCIAN STATUS: ConcussedDEBT: 22,000 Poké/220 USDOWNED: 110 USD (TO DO: get your dosh exchanged for Poké because the Landlord is a fucking asshole and only accepts the Poké as legal tender.)CURRENT EMPLOYEMENT: Goon Squad under Mr. Foster; intimidate three bankers and/or people indebted to Mr. Foster as per your agreement.FORMAT EDIT
>>6309260>"Hey, weren't there two other Pokémon or something? What happened to them?">Let's just get the next guy. Who's he? (Next scene.)
>>6309281>"Hey, weren't there two other Pokémon or something? What happened to them?">Let's just get the next guy. Who's he? (Next scene.)Oh shit we're back
>>6309260GARCIAN>"Hey, weren't there two other Pokémon or something? What happened to them?"DAN>Let's just get the next guy. Who's he? (Next scene.)On the way out>Steal the debtor's wallet. (Roll 1d10000, one anon.)Welcome back, QM! I'm glad to see you taking another crack at this.
>>6309260>"Hey, weren't there two other Pokémon or something? What happened to them?">Let's just get the next guy. Who's he? (Next scene.)Let's remember to MAIM and NOT KILL. Go for crippling and that's it
>>6309260>"Hey, weren't there two other Pokémon or something? What happened to them?">Let's just get the next guy. Who's he? (Next scene.)Happy to see this back. Someone even bothered to archive the first threadhttps://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6230311/
>>6309260>Let's just get the next guy. Who's he? (Next scene.)
<Hey, hey, easy man. Be cool. He's got our money. Don't fuck this up.> You stare intently at the side of Dan's head, trying to literally will him into calming down over the money. (It's the least you can do with your even more limited psychic potential. Anything stronger than a Confusion is just asking for a pulse-pounding headache and a bad time. There was this time you tried a full blast Psywave at your shift supervisor but then—)This fucking contractor shit back in cargo... Dan's thoughts simmer and seethe beneath his expressionless look, but he manages to put a lid on it after a long pause. He breathes out slowly, relaxing at last. He's gonna be fine.>"Hey, weren't there two other Pokémon or something? What happened to them?"Dan turns the conversation to different matters. Mr. Foster has already stood up and is currently checking on the fallen banker since you started "talking" to your brother. He turns his head and there's a glint of wicked light in the darkened lenses of his mask."Pfffttt, ha ha ha." Mr. Foster stands back up again and starts gesturing animatedly with his length of bent pipe. "Spies, bloody useless! I knew that lizard cunt was going to try and circle around for a backstab with his barb, all sneaky beaky like, so my partner here flushed him out with a nice and toasty Fire Spin. Invisibility and that Keclokeon trick with the shed skin does piss all when he keeps being lit on fire."Dan nods slowly and appreciatively with his arms crossed, vividly recreating the violent scene in his mind. You really missed out on a lot when you got knocked out.Mr. Foster makes crawling motions with his hands. "Lil bugger tried to come at me next, but then I jabbed at him like this" —he suddenly snaps his pipe hand upwards, like a duelist flicking his rapier (and you warily note the sudden burst of Dark-type energy at the tip)— "And down he goes! 'S like catching rats, you get better at killing rats every time one tries to put a hit on you."Your employer raises a hand to his face and sniggers nastily through his elephant-like gas mask at his personal joke. "Now, the other gemmy bloke stalled a bit too hard. Didn't move a finger even after Mr. Roster here lit him up like a fag."Mr. Roster lets out a noise that goes "graaaooohhhh" and lets out a puff of flame, clearly pleased with himself. For a 'mon in a mask, the walking flamethrower somewhat manages to look awfully smug."And that's the end of that. Any questions, children?""Nope." You look at Dan, then shake your head for a "no" as well. Your employer puffs out his chest, happy that you two gave him your ears.
>"Let's just get the next guy. Who's he?"Mr. Foster takes out a photo and begins explaining the next person on the list... (CHOOSE ONE.)>A Pokémon professor (you know she's one from the cool labcoat and her cute partner Litwick). She seems to be a clone judging from the white hair covering her eyes. "Owes me quite a bit for her research grants and she's been late for a little more than a week. Bit unusual, come to think of it.">Some kind of... crobat girl??? She's even got little bat ears in her purple hair. Looks like a flying ace type of trainer with those googles. What the Hell. "I hope you plonkers aren't afraid of heights." >Mr. Foster takes out a robot parts catalog, a business card, and, for some reason, a Plug and Play porno mag... "For official business, we'll need to visit the robot collector. Bit of a queer duck, this one...">A really generic looking guy. He seems happy next to his cute smiling tomboyish wife. Dude looks like he's achieved the American dream. "I've got no real beef with him, but he owes me money so we need to beat his face into ground meat.">WRITE IN."Say... I think you blokes are real tight. You can have a little robbery, as a treat.">Please roll 1d10000 for the wallet.>Please roll 2d100, two anons, for the robbery.>Write in particular items to look for in the store inventory.
Rolled 60 (1d100)>>6309832>A Pokémon professor (you know she's one from the cool labcoat and her cute partner Litwick). She seems to be a clone judging from the white hair covering her eyes. "Owes me quite a bit for her research grants and she's been late for a little more than a week. Bit unusual, come to think of it."And rollllinnn....
Rolled 2898 (1d10000)>>6309832>A Pokémon professor (you know she's one from the cool labcoat and her cute partner Litwick). She seems to be a clone judging from the white hair covering her eyes. "Owes me quite a bit for her research grants and she's been late for a little more than a week. Bit unusual, come to think of it."I sense an opportunity for LORE, maybe about all these weird variant-type future space Pokemon.As fr inventory, I'll leave that to the anons rolling for robbery; I'll do the wallet.
Rolled 95 (1d100)>>6309832>>A Pokémon professor (you know she's one from the cool labcoat and her cute partner Litwick). She seems to be a clone judging from the white hair covering her eyes. "Owes me quite a bit for her research grants and she's been late for a little more than a week. Bit unusual, come to think of it."sounds cool>Write in particular items to look for in the store inventory.>TMsGarcian needs real moves and coverage
>>6309834>>6309838Oh yea, inventory. I'll second this anon, maybe a healing item or two as well since we could probably use those
>>6309832>Some kind of... crobat girl??? She's even got little bat ears in her purple hair. Looks like a flying ace type of trainer with those googles. What the Hell. "I hope you plonkers aren't afraid of heights.">INVENTORY: TMs. Maybe a rare candy or two as a TREAT.
>>6309832>A Pokémon professor (you know she's one from the cool labcoat and her cute partner Litwick). She seems to be a clone judging from the white hair covering her eyes. "Owes me quite a bit for her research grants and she's been late for a little more than a week. Bit unusual, come to think of it."AND>Write in particular items to look for in the store inventory.TM primarily. I wouldn't say no to a Rare Candy but if that's too fucking rare or hard to come by here then just a TM or two is fine
Rolled 61, 75 = 136 (2d100)>>6309832>Mr. Foster takes out a robot parts catalog, a business card, and, for some reason, a Plug and Play porno mag... "For official business, we'll need to visit the robot collector. Bit of a queer duck, this one...">>6309834He said 2d100 bro
"She's pretty." <Yeah.> When it comes to the men of wo, you and Dan are of one mind."Pretty, but dumb," Mr. Foster puts the photo of the woman away. "This lass Beefwood got a signed and stamped kill on sight order from the rest of the scientific community, courtsey of those sodomites and weasels in the assassin's guild. First thing she does when she comes planetside is take out a loan (from me) to a tidy sum of ten thousand dollars."Mr. Foster waves a finger, like a wise man pointing out the fine moral lesson at the end of the day or episode. "That, my friends, is why eggheads don't run the world. All their science magic bullshit and none of them have figured out how to keep the lights on in their poncy little laboratories.""That's pretty dumb." <Yeah.> That seems pretty obvious. Money makes the world go round."And Dan, one more thing.""Yeah?""MAIM, NOT KILL. Got that?""Sure.You sense a slight pulse of emotion, but Dan brushes it off very quickly."Now if you'll excuse me, I'll just be finishing up with my colleague here," Mr. Foster says before turning to the other banker. "FIX YOUR FUCKING RATES, YA CUNT!" Mr. Foster gives Mr. Costner a neat kick square in the chest, extorting a pained groan from the debtor. Dan taps your shoulder and the two of you leave Mr. Foster to it.CONSTANTLY, IN THE BACKGROUND, EVERY FEW SECONDS (malescream2.ogg) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bxk2UTbvhB8ROBBERY IN THE FIRST DEGREE (HOME OST - Shopping Blues (old shopping theme)) https://youtu.be/vTBmKbJLRgY>LOOT TIMEChanneling your inner cargonians, you and Dan immediately split up and start stealing things.The fridge is immediately a bust because it's filled to the brim with dirt and odd glue and dead mice and rotten meat and old machine parts and handfuls of bullet casings and jars of blackening piss and PRETTY MUCH EVERYTHING THAT ISN'T FUCKING FOOD. You recoil at the palpable wave of miasma radiating from the refrigerator, the Godawful combination of sweet rot and fermented ammonia like the screams of the damned from an wide open Hellmouth. You retch horrifically. Holy shit, this guy deserved to get the shit and piss beaten out of him. You slam the door shut and desperately focus on keeping your stomach from crawling out your throat.In middle of your bout of gastrointestinal duress, your eyes spot something under the fridge. You reach out for the dice and get a nice even result of>60!<Hey Dan, I got a 60!> You present your brother with the dice."Oh cool." Dan scratches his stubbled chin and it sounds like a desert shaking. "So. What're gonna do you do with this..?"<That's, uh, a good question. I don't know.> "I mean, it's not bad, I guess. Definitely higher than half."You try to think of something interesting, but there's not much else to say other than it's good.You take the dice as is.
>>6310291Feeling pretty satisfied but still aggravated, you pace on the same spot while Dan keeps fruitlessly poking around the cash register even though there's nothing in the till. (If he had some tools, he could probably dismantle the thing into sellable scrap, but oh well.)You ignore the scream coming from the next room in favor of a loose floor tile neither of you noticed earlier. You pry it open and...>95YOU GOT A SHINY TECHNICAL MACHINE!!! YEAH!What the Hell is this thing, anyway? (CHOOSE ONE.)>TM-??? "DARK INFUSION" Special attack with average impact. Target's energy spikes but its health deteriorates over a short time. This TM feels like its trembles in your grippers with a faint inner reverberation...>???-"BAD DREAMS" Replaces a compatible Pokémon's ability with Bad Dreams, reducing the HP of all sleeping opponents. A well-worn casette tape covered in lots of cutesy skulls and faux-spooky doodles in sharpie...>TM-50? "NIGHTMARE" Special attack with cataclysmic impact. Target regenerates the initial damage dealt over a long time. Highly accurate, higher critical hit ratio. It was just a dream...>Write in?TOTAL ACQUITSIONS ACQUIRED:>A "60" (Replaces any selected roll with a 60)>TM OF CHOICE (See above)>"Mr. Sandman" baseball bat (Melee, equipped to Dan)>2898 POKE (DOSH)Mr. Foster and Mr. Roster are patiently waiting outside.There's two smoldering Pokémon on the dark streets outside the shop. These crispy critters aren't moving and you can't sense anything from them...Eh, being Pokémon, they'll be fine, of course, so the three of you walk past them without looking back. The dismal and dark alleyways of the lower city level lighten as you pass with a vague feeling of going further and further upwards until at last, you break free to the open air...>Please roll 1d100, three different anons.TRAVEL EVENTS CHART 1-5 — BAD THINGS COMING6-20 — No encounter.21-40 — City encounter.41-60 — Trainer encounter.61-80 — Pokémon encounter.81-90 — Vendor encounter.91-94 — Ally/Hireling encounter.95-100 — SPECIAL :)The first will decide the encounter type. The other two, well, I'll figure it out.
Rolled 16 (1d100)>>6310297>???-"BAD DREAMS" Replaces a compatible Pokémon's ability with Bad Dreams, reducing the HP of all sleeping opponents. A well-worn casette tape covered in lots of cutesy skulls and faux-spooky doodles in sharpie...
Rolled 49 (1d100)>>6310297>TM-??? "DARK INFUSION" Special attack with average impact. Target's energy spikes but its health deteriorates over a short time. This TM feels like its trembles in your grippers with a faint inner reverberation...EVIL POWER...
>>6310297>TM-??? "FREE WILL" Special status move. Targets allies or self. Target is dispelled of certain applicable debuffs (if any), is shielded a minor amount, and regenerates a minor amount of health over a long time. Does not stack. Harkens back to the Gardevoir protector roots...
Rolled 70 (1d100)>>6310297>>6310310Rolling because I missed it
>>6310297>>???-"BAD DREAMS" Replaces a compatible Pokémon's ability with Bad Dreams, reducing the HP of all sleeping opponents. A well-worn casette tape covered in lots of cutesy skulls and faux-spooky doodles in sharpie...i don't know what garcian's ability is, but if it's any of the vanilla gardevoir ones they are all bad. though if losing telepathy takes away his ability to talk it would suck balls
>>6310313>Stumble over and shake him as hard as you can. (GUNFIGHTER regional variant. Ghost/Steel typing. Likes solving problems by shooting the opponent in the face. Hard-headed and violent personality. "Power to overwhelm and destroy.")From last thread
>>6310315In fact now that I remember this was Garcian...>>6310297Changing vote from >>6310310 even though it's still a nice write-in, to>TM-50? "NIGHTMARE" Special attack with cataclysmic impact. Target regenerates the initial damage dealt over a long time. Highly accurate, higher critical hit ratio. It was just a dream...Because this just fits Garcian better even though Free Will is a more helpful and supportive Sonny 2 move
>>6310315thanks, that doesn't tell me what I want
>>6310317Yeah sorry about that. Better ask the QM and wait for his clarfication I guess? I didn't see any ability mentioned in thread 1
Addressing the allegations:>>6309307>>6309388Thanks for having me back, guys.>>6310313>>6310315>>6310316>>6310317I gotta update that and make it a little more weird and somewhat more thought out. I will say right now his ability is TRACE. As for a hint, Garcian doesn't have a sleep-inducing move.
>>6310319he doesn't have a sleep inducing move NOW but- actually, when does gardevoir learn hypnosis... ok that's not feasible, nevermind
>>6310297>TM-50? "NIGHTMARE" Special attack with cataclysmic impact. Target regenerates the initial damage dealt over a long time. Highly accurate, higher critical hit ratio. It was just a dream...Handy for non-lethal intimidation takedowns, and thus for extortion.>>6310315I don't think that lists an ability...
>>6310319>As for a hint...That's what the baseball bat is for.
>>6310297ok changing this >>6310313 here's my write-in>TM-??? "CANNONBALL" High-power physical Steel-Type move with low accuracy that always flinches. It does what the name implies.
>One... Two... And... Poof!>Garcian learned NIGHTMARE!You're really feeling that magic mojo now! Whatever this is. This type of move feels strong but... funny. It's like a dark cloud of foreign knowledge or a sealed data package ready to be used; it's hard to explain. It's definitely different from what you already know. Hmm."Garcian, get that—" Dan snatches the TM disc out of your mouth. He rubs at it quickly and sighs as he gets black smudges all over the surface. "That's not how you use a technical machine, dummy."<Yeah, but it works.>"You'll scratch the disc if you use it like that. Save it for someone else later on. We can reuse these things, remember?"<Psshhh, don't worry about it. It's not like you're replacing me any time soon.>"Ehhh, I'd definitely stick you outside in a cardboard box if I get a new 'mon. 'Free Gardevoir, hardly used.'"<Asshole.>"Heh.">16 — No encounter.The lower layers of the bottom of White Sands stretch on and on and on. There's white light coming from below the long, long metal walkway the four of you are traveling on. You can't see the bottom or where the light is coming from. Above, there's nothing but absolute darkness. You're walking inside the supporting the structures, the bones of the city itself rather than crawling around on its lively skin. This entire area seems particularly lifeless. Hardly anything can be hear but the sounds of your own footsteps.You turn to the right. Endless, incoherent landscapes of concrete and empty spaces stretch for miles and miles in every direction. The sheer scale of this place is disorienting. No matter how far you go, it feels like you haven't been making any progress. "Garcian, come on, you can't keep gawking." Dan's voice takes you out of your megastructure-induced haze. "Keep a move on."
>>6310745>>6310745Time passes..."So..." Mr. Foster starts. "Cigarette soup. Have I talked about this before?"<Tell him we did. I think.>"Yes, but continue.""Oh yes, I can make some right now if you'd like. It's a real crowd pleaser. All you need is a handful of fags and a beer, and you've got those already."<Dan, tell him you can't feed people that slop. That'll cause... death.>"Well, you're a Pokémon, so you'd get more nutrition out of it than me."<You can't feed Pokémon this slop either.>"But you smoke, you drink with me."<Not the point I'm trying to make, you dog.> Your stomach growls, beating you to the point. <Fuck, I'm starving. Dan, tell him to shut up. I'm hungry and I'm tired and I'm going to throw him over the railing if he keeps talking.>Neither of you actually stop him. The dream of food is just as nourishing as food at this point."Now if I had a rat or two, I could whip up some burgers," Mr. Foster rambles on. You drool like a dog. "I've seen it done in a film once. A real rat, not a Rattata, those have too much lean, explosive muscle, not enough fat. Then there's bloody solyanka. One of my colleagues shared the recipe once. It can be done with a few kippers, a few leeches or Tynamo, some cabbage, fresh salted pickles—"Mr. Foster slaps his hand with a fist. Everyone stops. "I've got it! Canned bread!"<Canned bread..!>"Canned bread..?""Grooooooaaaa...""It's a $100 per can, special import from the Marshall Islands, only for the most refined of tastes. That's not an asking price, lads," Mr. Fosters adds quickly, seeing the three intense expressions directed at him. "I don't actually have anything on me. Me and Mr. Roster would have eaten it by now, anyway."You and Dan let out a deflating groan.<Tell him to shut up about all this fucking food then! Jesus.> Between the hunger, the disappointment, the inability to use telepathy on him, and the lingering concussion, you're really starting to get pissed."Mr. Foster," Dan says acting as your proxy. "Just be quiet now. Please.""Mmm."The four of you return to traveling in dejected silence...
>>6310746Then, eventually, after an incredibly long time has passed (or maybe another an hour, it's hard to tell down here), you find yourselves in part of the real White Sands again. White light seeps in from the top of the surrounding buildings. It must be noon or just past it; the lights of the suns are the most intense at this time. You can hear the sound of rumbling of machines underfoot as the city expands deeper into the earth.There is a man in a white shirt and jeans pacing around on a corner of the street. It looks like he's busy with an air hose wrapped around his shoulder, but from the emotions you can just barely sense and the blank look of sheer boredom on his face, there's not much going on for him."Hey dude guy!" Dan shouts, raising a hand. "Tell us where the closest food is!" The man's head tilts up and Dan recoils as as their eyes meet. Cocksucking terrorist motherfucker, it's shit like this that makes you want to break teeth on bones. You can't help but grimace as you brace for what's obviously coming next. TRAINERS' EYES MEET (GUY) (LISA: The Timeless OST - Morons' Theme) https://youtu.be/bBkSrBVuhxgThe guy saunters up with a faint grin on his face. You resist the urge to punch him in the face. "Heya fellas. I'm real bored right now, so how about this? You beat me, I'll tell you the directions to the nearest restaurant. Deal?""Fine. Just get it over with." Dan's foot taps against the floor. From his pocket, the guy takes out a Pokeball and clicks it. In a burst of red light, a sleepy looking... Fuck, you wish you paid more attention to Dan's Pokémon classes because you don't know the name for this thing. Okay, so, this 'mon looks like some kind of hot pink sleep paralysis demon or a Sour Patch kid coming up to about size of your shin. It's got whitish hair in a ponytail and two hair tuffs sticking up and at attention like a pair of rabbit ears. It's wearing a little leather satchel and wields a rough wooden mallet larger than it is. You guess you could call it cute if it weren't for the incredibly malicious grin on its face as it stares directly into your soul."So what's it going to be then, eh?" Dan sizes up the guy, just as you size up your comparatively diminutive opponent. This thing looks a little stronger than you..."Just a nice, casual match. No items 'cept what's already held. You and your Gardevoir friend there up against me and Jamie here.""Fair enough." Dan turns to you and points a thumb. "Alright, Garcian, get in there."
>>6310752<No, fuck off,> you snap at Dan. "Listen, man, that thing is the only thing standing between us and a hot meal. And between you and me, I'm getting tired of being hungry."<Listen, man,> you repeat with your hunger and lingering concussion fueling your irritation. You're genuinely unnerved looking at that pink thing. <I'm fine with letting you starve because I'm sure as Hell not fighting that thing in melee. Just look at it, that bitch looks Satanic!>"WE'RE IN THE MIDDLE OF FAMINE, YOU BITCH NIGGA." Dan lightly shakes your shoulders to emphasize the point. You lightly push him off, grumbling.You turn to the other Pokémon in the party. You clench and unclench your hands as you try save some of your remaining dignity and energy in this fuck-fuck circus of a day.<Mr. Roster, please do me a solid and fill in.>[Grhmm-mhmm-mhmm,] the bigger Pokémon mumbles as it bobs its head, utterly incoherent.<What?> This is the first time you've heard his voice.[Mmmmmmmrrrrrrrpppghhh!] The Pokémon gesticulates excitedly. <Come on, you gotta speak up, buddy. This is a matter of life or death out here.>Your employer's pokemon sighs deeply, then points directly at you and then at the opponent. [Gru! Gho!]<Oh for fuck's sake, not you too.>[Mmhmm.] Mr. Roster crosses his arms, content with watching you squirm.SPERG SOCIAL COMBAT BEGINSDAN'S GOAL: Get Garcian to fight for GLORY and STRIFE.GARCIAN'S GOAL: ???>Funniest write-ins win for convincing the other guy.>Give up arguing and start throwing hands at Dan.>Give up arguing and start throwing hands at the opponent.>Give up arguing and start throwing hands at the other trainer.>WRITE IN.
>>6310753Shit, I didn't realize the dialogue format would suck dick without spacing. It looked better in Notepad. I apologize.
>>6310753>Dan: Then don't fight it in melee you daft cunt.
>>6310753>Roster, you gotta eat too. I'll get you a corndog, an anthill, an entire Lechonk if that's what it takes. But fucking gas that thing and roast the remains, do what's best for the planet!that might be the local Tinkaton i believe, if Garcian wasn't such a bitch I'd like to get one...
>>6310753>FUNN WRITE IN: Look at its stupid fucking face, Roster. Look at its vacant, asian bean eating face. Don't you just wanna beat the shit out of it?>Look at its stupid fucking grin. It's probably thinking of fucking your mom after this.
>>6310809+1
>>6310753>Look at its stupid fucking grin. It's probably thinking of fucking your mom after this.>Roster you should bang its mom after this
>>6310753>Give up arguing and start throwing hands at the opponent.It's a good excuse to test out Nightmare, at least.
>>6310818Bwahaha, nice. The pointing is a very nice pose for Garcian. Funny as Hell, you and I were thinking the same thing with the Kirby star hammer design for Jamie's.
>>6310858+1 the>Roster you should bang its mom after thisbit to go with the rest of the write in with >>6310809
>Dan: Then don't fight it in melee you daft cunt.You grumble sulkily as harebrained images of Dan fighting the pink thing and getting his ass kicked flash through your brain. Dan's eyes narrow at you, even more than they normally are, as if reading your mind. In fact, you probably just projected those images at him. Oops.You quickly turn to Mr. Roster and bring him in for a huddle.>Look at its stupid fucking face, Roster. Look at its vacant, asian bean eating face. It's probably thinking of fucking your mom after this. Don't you just wanna beat the shit out of it?>Roster, you should bang its mom after this.[Hudda hudda hudda.] Mr. Roster is nodding with every word you say. It is clear to him too that the beast is demonic in nature and certainly up to no good.[So... Have at it, man.] You pat on its shoulder and point.[Nho.] Mr. Roster stays where he is.[What do you mean no? Aren't you going to help a mon out here?][Uh huh.] Mr. Roster points an empathetic claw at you, then at the opposing monster, and lets out a lick of flame from his snout. Groooooaaahhh...Mr. Roster seems to be willing to help, but not actually fight in your stead. Good enough.You let out a sigh, slap your face with both hands, and walk forwards."Ready?" the trainer asks with some excitement."Ready," Dan says plainly as ever.[Are your ready for this, little man?] You point directly at the opposing Pokémon. [I'll eat your heart, Mister.] She giggles and a wicked grin splits her face. Her voice is exactly how you think it sounds like. [... Creepy bitch.]VS JAMIE; ONI WITH AN WOODEN CLUB (Brad Has A Pain OST: A Chair - Tall Order) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C4faItLqB58Jamie immediately reaches into her satchel, takes out a flask, and starts gulping down the contents.>???>Jamie is filled with liquid courage! Jamie is giving and taking more damage!You sense the mixed contentment and growing boldness from Jamie as she shudders from the taste of warm tequila coursing through her body. You have no idea if that's a move or if this little gremlin motherfucker just cheated right in front of your face. Dan apparently reads your mind a second time as he immediately motions to the opposing trainer. "Hey, guy, what the Hell was that? I thought you said no items?""Well, I didn't use an item. Jamie did..." A cheeky grin appears on the other guy's face as if that could absolve him of any crime. "And you didn't specify if we're playing by League regulations or not, so...""You fucking rat."You're about to add something to the conversation, when you remember you're the Pokémon in this and turn towards Jamie, who is only a few yards away and approaching with clear ill-intent...
>>6311515GARCIAN'S MOVESETPHYSICAL: Thief, Frustration, Bullet PunchSPECIAL: Disarming Voice, Confusion/Psybeam, Magical Leaf, NightmareSTATUS: GrowlPOSITIONING: Blink/TeleportGarcian is a Ghost/Steel type Pokémon. Jamie is a ??? type Pokémon. (You're reasonably sure that thing is a Fairy of sorts...) INFORMATION: Preparation Round: Under normal circumstances, Garcian may perform one STATUS/non-damaging move or one miscellaneous action at the start of battle without interruption. INFORMATION: Moves in red are severely hampered or violently affected by the anti-Psychic field of Sunrose. Garcian can perform weaker versions of Psychic moves without strain.Garcian >NIGHTMARE NIGHTMARE NIGHTMARE. You should also come up with a plan for afterwards, if this move isn't all that it's cracked up to be...>Blink away and start firing off a few Confusions to open up. GOD, YOU WISH YOU COULD S.T.A.B THIS THING.>Anyway, you start blasting. Open up with an immediate Bullet Punch to get real close and keep punching.>Vomit. Vomit at her, yeah!>Employ Mr. Roster's help.>WRITE IN.Dan>Walk over and break a beer bottle over Jamie's head.>Beat the shit out of this guy and rob him of everything he's got.>Keep cool, man, just keep cool.>Switch to Dan's perspective (Bark orders and argue with the other trainer)>Stay in Garcian's perspective (HEY, FUCK, I'M THE GUY WHO'S FIGHTING HERE, NOT DAN)>WRITE IN.Just for clarification, [brackets will be used to indicate Pokémon speaking aloud] and <less-than and greater-than signs will be used to denote Garcian's private telepathy.> The earlier conversation between Garcian and Mr. Roster should have used []s for both parties.Also, combat is mostly narrative with some dice rolls until I find a funny system.
>>6311517>>NIGHTMARE NIGHTMARE NIGHTMARE. You should also come up with a plan for afterwards, if this move isn't all that it's cracked up to be...>Stay in Garcian's perspective (HEY, FUCK, I'M THE GUY WHO'S FIGHTING HERE, NOT DAN)fuckem up
>>6311517>NIGHTMARE NIGHTMARE NIGHTMARE. You should also come up with a plan for afterwards, if this move isn't all that it's cracked up to be...After we see how effective it is, maybe we can get her bag or mallet with Thief.>Stay in Garcian's perspective (HEY, FUCK, I'M THE GUY WHO'S FIGHTING HERE, NOT DAN)
>>6311517>NIGHTMARE NIGHTMARE NIGHTMARE. You should also come up with a plan for afterwards, if this move isn't all that it's cracked up to be...Wakey wakey bitch>Stay in Garcian's perspective (HEY, FUCK, I'M THE GUY WHO'S FIGHTING HERE, NOT DAN)We can have more Dan (the man) later
>>6311517Oh shit this is a regular Tinkatuff? I hope Nightmare is still a Ghost move despite being the Sonny 2 attack, because then Garcian gets STAB off of it because he's Ghost/Steel. Next turn if things go well we try to Thief her bag like >>6311564 said. She'll heal it off slowly because of Nightmare's effect and Thief won't do much to her at all, but we can always use Nightmare again (or spam STAB Bullet Punch) and we get to keep the loot
>>6311517>NIGHTMARE NIGHTMARE NIGHTMARE. You should also come up with a plan for afterwards, if this move isn't all that it's cracked up to be...>Stay in Garcian's perspective (HEY, FUCK, I'M THE GUY WHO'S FIGHTING HERE, NOT DAN)>BUT CHEER OUR BRO ON, MY NIGGA
Rolled 2 (1d2)>NIGHTMARE, NIGHTMARE, NIGHTMAREOkay, okay, okay, here goes nothing!You forgo any tactical preparation and immediately unleash the unknown technique according to the TM.>Garcian uses NIGHTMARE!And then your blackened heart explodes.>Rolling for critical hit.+Increased ratio from SNIPER ability.+Increased ratio from NIGHTMARE move.I forgot about this until now, but Garcian lost his Trace ability as a Kirlia and gained Sniper from evolving into a extremely edgy do not steel Sunrose "Gunfighter" variant Gardevoir. Have fun with the boosted crits lol!
>>6311811A bilious deluge of shadows erupts from your heart and mouth with incredible pressure! There's no possible way to dodge and Jamie is immediately engulfed and swept away! Fairy Scream 1 (Psychopomp gold death sound) https://youtu.be/LIz1k7vytkg>It's super effective!>Nightmare is on cooldown... (Your Concussion makes it hard to focus. Increased cooldown.)The pink freak screeches in horrific agony as she's plunged into a nightmare and shadows steam upwards from her entire upper body. You drop to your knees as your attack finishes and heave and heave, splattering more black tar all over the streets. The taste of bile fills your mouth like abject misery. The ringing in your head intensifies to a sense-shattering crescendo before you just barely stabilize yourself. Your guts burn. Your heart feels like it's leaking.Your extrasensory senses feel heightened to an unnatural degree for a second. There's a riot of emotions — terror, confusion, fascination, vicarious thrill — from all the trainers and Pokémon watching, but you all you can think to yourself isHoly shit, that was really cool.You feel so empty and overwhelmed but there's no time to think as you force yourself to pick yourself up and look at your opponent. Jamie is so close now that you can see her stubby hands gripping her hammer to the point her sausage fingers are turning white. Oh shit! You yelp like a little dog and throw yourself backwards as the first hammer swing smashes into the steel pavement, rattling you with the aftershock! Already, the shadows are dissipating from her body...Gathering up Dark type energy (GODDAMN IT), Jamie lunges forward with an inarticulate battlecry and starts swinging wildly with renewed fury!>NO TIME TO PLAN, JUST REACT!>WRITE IN. ROLL 1d100 WITH YOUR ACTION. ALL ACTIONS ARE TAKEN INTO ACCOUNT. HAHAHAHA!DAN AND THE REST OF YOUR TEAM>WRITE-IN.
Rolled 17 (1d100)>>6311825>BLINK MOTHERFUCKER. BLINK AND BULLET PUNCH!>Dan: Look away from the horrors. Roster: Stockpile if you can? Foster: Do some quirky commentary?
Rolled 90 (1d100)>>6311825Backing >>6311838
>>6311825WHAT IS WITH THESE FUCKING DARKIES?
Rolled 16 (1d100)>>6311825>GARCIAN: SCREAM. SCREAM, SCREAM, SCREAM>DAN: LOOK AWAY >ROSTER AND FOSTER: PREAPRE
>>6311843Dark is just the best type
>>6311838>>6311841Low then a high then a low. So, you guys and Garcian are already taking the win here from the shape of things, but do you want to WIN BIGGER by switching out this 16 or 17 for the stored 60 you got?
>>6312034I vote YES because I wanna Bullet Punch this fairy where it hurts multiple times
>>6312034i like winning big but I also like saving stuff so i'm keeping the dice
Rolled 1 (1d2)>>6312037>>6312039I like gambling, so I roll a 1d2 to chose which option to support.
Rolled 25 (1d100)>>6312034Keep the 60 for now,, methinks.>>6311825Now seems like a good time to>Use Thief on the bag
>>6312034KEEP THE 60
>17>BLINK MOTHERFUCKER. >Jamie uses BRUTAL SWING!The fear instinct to simply not be there at all comes right at the snap of your fingers. Where you once were, now you aren't. Your vision goes black for a split second and the world falls away. Your worry spikes in these transitory moments since you have no idea where a Blink will take you, only that you'll end up somewhere else nearby.>... but the attack misses!You and Jamie are completely disoriented as you pop up right behind her. Uh oh! Jamie spins right around for another huge, all-around swing, but you snap your fingers again and disappear in a puff of smoke. You hear Dan saying something, but each plunge into the blinking void just keep cutting his orders out. The pink creature keeps swinging her hammer round and round but you stay just out of the bludgeon's reach with each clumsy dodge and backstep. (Some part of you wishes you could just float, maybe float away entirely like when you were a smaller Kirlia.)>... but the attack misses!>... but the attack misses!>... but the attack misses![NGAHHHHH! STAND STILL SO I CAN CRUSH YOU!][Buy me lunch first!][UUUAAAHHH!]>... but the attack misses!You try to come up with something else snappy to say in response, but you're breathing pretty heavily from the exertion of successive chain blinks. The best you can do when you blink real close is to stick your fingers near your ears, tap her on the shoulder, stick out your tongue, roll your eyes, and go wugga-wugga-wugga.Your opponent nearly drops her hammer. Ohhhhh, if you had a camera for that look on her face!"GARCIAN, JUST FUCKING HIT HER!" Dan screeches from the sidelines. "THE THING IS WEARING OFF."[OKAY, I'M—] you instinctively screech back, before remembering that he's a human and that you need to shut up in front of an opponent.<OKAY, I'M GONNA!> And Dan's right, you need to do something now that half the shadows have receded from your opponent's body.>25>Use Thief on the bag!You reach forward for that all important satchel, but the pink freak suddenly looks at you with this sniffling, heart-wrenching expression that causes you to give pause... >Jamie uses Baby-Doll Eyes!>Garcian's Attack fell!You almost don't even notice her reaching for the hammer again.>Jamie uses BRUTAL SWING!>... but the attack misses![F@%!] You stumble forwards from the Blink and flip her off before snapping your fingers yet again as she tries an upward swing...
>>6312383>90>BLINK AND BULLET PUNCH!>Garcian uses Bullet Punch! ... then you pop out and sucker punch her in the back of the head like some kind of fucking Dark-type!>It was super effective! >Enemy Jamie fainted!Her hammer goes flying up in the air and she collapses, groaning. You stand there for a second with your hands raised for a second blow. Wait a minute. Woah, hey, holy shit. YOU DID IT. YOU ACTUALLY BEAT A POKÉMON IN A STRAIGHT FIGHT. GREAT! EXCELLENT! FANTASTIC! You point a finger at your fallen opponent and laugh almost from disbelief—Then you feel the alarm before Dan can even say it."GARCIAN! LOOK—">16>GARCIAN: SCREAM. SCREAM, SCREAM, SCREAMYou trace his eyes upward, your own eyes widen, and you open your mouth to scream, and then Jamie's wooden hammer comes down upon your head!There's that familiar darkness again...====================================CLANG!https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1_AUeCPrM9gThere's a resounding crash of wood against metal that echoes throughout the street and further beyond. For the second time this day, right in front of your eyes, Garcian goes down like a sack of bricks."... up."Victory Theme (Mezzanine Stairs - Questionable Victory) https://youtu.be/ojD4qbdQZZs >DAN: LOOK AWAY>ROSTER AND FOSTER: PREPARE>MR. FOSTER: FUNNY COMMENTARYYou are Dan Smith and you have to throw up your hands into the air and turn away. You breath out through your nose as you try to process... the... fuUUUUUUUUUUUAUUUUUUGHHH..."Well, that went tits up, didn't it?" You hear Mr. Foster chuckle awkwardly as he finds the exact wrong words to say in this moment.Mr. Roster walks up beside you. He turns off the pilot light he was holding within his snout with a soft puff, clearly ready to set something on fire, and turns his head towards you. A gentle claw is placed on your back and pats you twice. Man... >Dan defeated Guy McNamara!>"Phew... What a show!">You get $38 for winning!You hear the opposing trainer clapping as he stands up from his crouching position. He tosses out a wad of cash your way and you snatch it out of the air, your nerves still on high alert from the battle. "Hey, buddy, you mind filling me in on what kind of move that was?" The trainer guy recalls his knocked out Fairy type with a practiced motion of his ball, the red ray of light engulfing and swallowing his Pokémon whole. He steps closer with a strange glint in his eyes. "I haven't seen anything like that in my entire life. Phew wee. Was that some kind of Dark or Ghost type signature move or something?"You narrow your eyes. Not once has this guy said a single command during the battle. Every time you looked, he was just eagerly watching the two Pokémon go at it with reckless abandon for the last few minutes. A happy smile and an easygoing gait. You groan internally as you recognize the symptoms.Watch out guys, we got a battlehead over here.
>>6312390You maintain a poker face as you decide what to do with this guy... (Choose as many as you need.)>"Dude, just shut the fuck up." Push this guy away from you.>Rob him of his cash. He doesn't seem to have any more balls on him and you already feel the familiar anger simmering under your skin like blood about to boil over.>Rob him of his cash AND his Pokémon. Fuck this guy in particular. You DO have a baseball bat in your hands.>"Let's swap info. You tell me about that pink fr— Pokémon of yours and I'll let you in on the secret." In reality, you don't know fucking shit about this TM. Hah.>Start dragging Garcian away with Mr. Foster and Mr. Roster. (NEXT SCENE)>WRITE IN.This trainer scratches the side of his head. "Oh yeah, before I forget, here's my side of the deal." (Choose one restaurant.)>"There's one of those Chinese, no, uh, Thai spots parked a few flights up. You can take the elevator just past the street." ("Ohhh, who's up for Chinese?" Mr. Foster says. From your experiences on Sunrose, the Asian restaurants are pretty good for a pretty standard price.)>"Waffle House nearby. Take a left and go straight until you smell the onions. You guys look like you're starving, eheh." (Heaven is always open— 24/, 365 days a year. Coffee will definitely do a fainted Pokémon good even if he says it hurts his tummy.)>"I saw a vending machine robot standing there. I think... yeah, a hot dog vendor model from the icons on him." (Mr. Roster perks up at the sound of that. Cheap but filling fare.) >WRITE IN?DEBT: 22,000 Poké/220 USDOWNED: 148 USD + 2898 PokéTO DO: Get your dosh exchanged for Poké because the Landlord is a fucking asshole and only accepts the Poké as legal tender.FOR FUN:DAN POINTS: 3 -> 4 (+1 Dick Kickers Anonymous)GARCIAN POINTS: 3 -> 5 (+1 Motherfucking Fuckmothering, +1 Ghost type shenanigans)Points have no effect on the quest.
>>6312395"Heaven is always open — 24/7, 365 days a year."Sorry for no funny drawings, I had a stomachache. I did make this earlier, however.
>>6312395>"Let's swap info. You tell me about that pink fr— Pokémon of yours and I'll let you in on the secret." In reality, you don't know fucking shit about this TM. Hah.>If he doesn't want to fess up, threaten him with our baseball bat.>"Waffle House nearby. Take a left and go straight until you smell the onions. You guys look like you're starving, eheh." (Heaven is always open— 24/, 365 days a year. Coffee will definitely do a fainted Pokémon good even if he says it hurts his tummy.)
>>6312395>>"Let's swap info. You tell me about that pink fr— Pokémon of yours and I'll let you in on the secret." In reality, you don't know fucking shit about this TM. Hah.>"There's one of those Chinese, no, uh, Thai spots parked a few flights up. You can take the elevator just past the street." ("Ohhh, who's up for Chinese?" Mr. Foster says. From your experiences on Sunrose, the Asian restaurants are pretty good for a pretty standard price.)i wanna get to know mr foster. and to know more about the local pokemon>Points have no effect on the quest.cool, i was too shy to ask
>>6312395>"Let's swap info. You tell me about that pink fr— Pokémon of yours and I'll let you in on the secret." In reality, you don't know fucking shit about this TM. Hah.We don't need more heat from a mugging right now.>"There's one of those Chinese, no, uh, Thai spots parked a few flights up. You can take the elevator just past the street." ("Ohhh, who's up for Chinese?" Mr. Foster says. From your experiences on Sunrose, the Asian restaurants are pretty good for a pretty standard price.)
>>6312400Get well soon, QM.
>>6312395>"Let's swap info. You tell me about that pink fr— Pokémon of yours and I'll let you in on the secret." In reality, you don't know fucking shit about this TM. Hah.And>"There's one of those Chinese, no, uh, Thai spots parked a few flights up. You can take the elevator just past the street." ("Ohhh, who's up for Chinese?" Mr. Foster says. From your experiences on Sunrose, the Asian restaurants are pretty good for a pretty standard price.)Honestly sounds like a good deal
>>6312395>"I saw a vending machine robot standing there. I think... yeah, a hot dog vendor model from the icons on him." (Mr. Roster perks up at the sound of that. Cheap but filling fare.)And because this answer is shit>Rob him of his cash AND his Pokémon. Fuck this guy in particular. You DO have a baseball bat in your hands.
>>6312395>>"Let's swap info. You tell me about that pink fr— Pokémon of yours and I'll let you in on the secret." In reality, you don't know fucking shit about this TM. Hah.>"There's one of those Chinese, no, uh, Thai spots parked a few flights up. You can take the elevator just past the street." ("Ohhh, who's up for Chinese?" Mr. Foster says. From your experiences on Sunrose, the Asian restaurants are pretty good for a pretty standard price.)
>>6312478supporting
>>6312395>"Let's swap info. You tell me about that pink fr— Pokémon of yours and I'll let you in on the secret." In reality, you don't know fucking shit about this TM. Hah.>"Waffle House nearby. Take a left and go straight until you smell the onions. You guys look like you're starving, eheh." (Heaven is always open— 24/, 365 days a year. Coffee will definitely do a fainted Pokémon good even if he says it hurts his tummy.)
>"Let's swap info. You tell me about that pink fre— Pokémon of yours and I'll let you in on the secret." In reality, you don't know fucking shit about this TM. Hah."Jamie is what you can call a 'regional' Tinkatuff. She's got a hammer like the rest of 'em, that's her species' defining trait, but hers was carved from wood rather than forged by hand. The normal Tinktatuffs don't have her long ears either. Um, I've also seen a few photos of the fairies back on earth that come in a nice shade of green, so Sunrose itself might have affected her variant."You have absolutely no frame of reference to what he's talking about, so you just start spitting the first questions that come to mind. "So yours is the the Sunrose variant?""Not quite. No one knows where Jamie's variant comes from. All we know is that they appear near distilleries, vineyards, warehouses for the barrels, anywhere where boozes and spirits are brewed." The trainer scratches his head. "Fresh mochi stores too. As with most Pokémon, I'm sure there's a 'joke' there somewhere...""Ah, you want to know where I got Jamie from?" He says suddenly, waving a finger in the air as if trying to recall something. "N—""I picked up Jamie outside White Sands, near a little agave farm owned by a big Mexican family. Uh, Hernandez, yeah. 'Proud purveryors of agave spirits.' Not quite mezcal or tequila, but the taste is something like that, but different.""Uh huh." Right, tequila, the other Mexican export besides illegal immigrants and cartel gore videos."Well, when the agave is ready to be harvested, the workers there, the jimadors, they take a little sharp hoe and they slice off the flowers and the ears—leaves of the plant, chop, chop, chop, then they take the hearts of the agave plant, the piña, and bake them in stone ovens in the ground. After that, they take the cooked pineapples and mash them up with stones." "That's what Jamie does." A weirdly proud grin splits his face. "Smash, smash, smash."Jamie the jimador. That sounds incredibly fucking dumb. Then you remember you have Garcian the fucking Gardevoir and let out a sigh. "So, what's this all got to do with Jamie?" "Well, the oldheads, the distillery masters, said that Jamie's innate Fairy typing did something to the latest batch. Made it far too strong, Pokémon grade, not fit for human consumption. One of the sons got into an accident while driving in a convoy. Idiot." A shadow seems to fall upon his face. "On the other hand, the young guys were saying that the Rangers were snooping around their property, trying to nail them for a case of 'Pokémon abuse.' The Rangers are always walking in, trying stir up the shit like the foreign spooks they are, and the Pokémon League just, lets them do it. Between you and me, I'd be careful around those fuckers.""So the farm wanted me to take Jamie off their hands and that was that. Simple."
>>6314397"Why didn't you give orders to Jamie during our fight?"This one confuses you the most. You were shouting yourself hoarse back there! From your experience, Garcian would have been sent flying from a direct blow like that. A love tap from that hammer would have done him in, even. "Why not intervene?""Well, I wanted to see how Jamie performs in an actual fight. So far she's a little—" And he knocks on his head. "—Dumb, but very smashy. Straightforward brawler type. Very happy too, and that's much better than very angry. Tequila is a brawler's drink and too much makes one violent." "She seem pretty miffed when Garcian was teleporting all over the arena." Something about this guy is starting to get you miffed too."Any man would be riled up with him buzzing around like a little fly, flitting around harmlessly. He's male, correct? From the two ears?" The trainer smirks as you nod slowly. Huh, looks like this guy knows his stuff. "And he's Ghost type, correct? From his fea—reaction to the Brutal Swings?" The trainer laughs as you nod again. "Then Jamie's instincts are great, then, haha, that's the one Dark type move she knows. She and I have something between us, good chemistry, I think. It was certainly good fortune which brought her to me."You're getting really tired of this guy and his rambling actually. You take out the iridescent disc and almost shove it in his face. He motions for you to bring it a bit closer, then he squints and holds it lightly. It's tempting to push him down. It really is. But you're out of energy to make waves..."Huh, that's not a TM I'm familiar with." You just sort of shrug. It is a little unusual for a TM to feel like it's rattling by itself. "'Crimson Spire Logistics', eh? I think that's a local BLACKSTAR arms manufacturer—""Oi, Danny! Cut the chatter already! I'm fucking famished!" Oh thank God. You immediately jog off towards your employer. Garcian is slung across the back of the hulking Mr. Roster like a wet towel."All time is company time, and company time is money. So where's this guy say the restaurant was..?"
>>6314399"Christ, couldn't you have recalled him earlier?" Mr. Foster grouses as the elevator climbs further and further upwards towards the sunlight. It's past noon, judging from the yellows and reds of the sky coming down the buildings. "Nearly pulled out my back trying to lift him up.""Garican hates the ball." Garcian complains when he's in the broken ball for too long; the stasis function hasn't worked ever since you jailbroke his ball. "And Mr. Roster was willing to carry him anyway.""Groooaaaaah.""Would be a little more convenient to have him in a ball, mate..."THE FEAST (Star Fetchers Pilot OST - Bimbob's) https://youtu.be/flkT4n8qPtUThe elevator dings and the smell of sauteeing onions hits you the instant the doors open. You, Mr. Foster, and Mr. Roster instantly scramble to take a seat at the Thai shop hovering nearby. The gas mask duo take a menu and instantly get stunlocked by the sheer multitude of choices. You, on the other hand, are tired from all that walking and shouting and disappointment and you've been smoking cigarettes all morning. The Cheri-siracha fried rice with Tauros with soup sounds fucking great right about now. You get a large one for Garcian because food disappears into him like a miniature black hole or maybe a pregnant woman."Hmm hmm. Hmm." "Mr. Chiew" of Mr. Chiew's Chop Shop nods as he takes the orders. You look up from salivating over the menu items and notice a Nacli sitting innocently on the counter. Instanteously, you remember Garcian on his hands and knees puking like a small dog with an incurable bile disorder after one of your old station chefs tried getting fancy that week. Bad memories."Hey, uh, none of that special salt stuff. I've got a Ghost-type here." The Thai-looking owner nods his head and barks a very quick order to his other chef. Instead of the traditional little old Chinese woman perched on a little high chair, there's a little Pawniard sitting on the little high chair, chopping away at a pile of vegetables with all four blade arms. This one is a female by the looks of it — no head crests. The Pawniard turns, nods, and clicks her metal mandibles before going back to work.<Urhgnh... Pink Fuck Kill Eat Food Famine Where> Garcian groggily awakens with a spew of hazy thoughts directly into your mind. The chef furrows his brow as the runaway garbled thoughts washes over him. The Gardevoir flails for a moment before Mr. Roster lets him go and he almost collapses onto the ground. <Dan? Dan, you there? C'mon, where are you buddy?>"I'm here." Garican perks up. "I've ordered already. Take a seat." Garcian partially dematerializes, shaking off the vomit and dirt and God knows what off his coat, then takes a seat with a grin on his face. <Oh hey, I even get a fancy victory meal. Thanks a bunch, Dan!>
>>6314402Something ugly and pointlessly mean is working its way up your throat as you stare at your negative net worth pet autistic man...>Garcian, you lost like a fucking Looney Tunes character out there. You had it man, YOU FUCKING HAD IT. And then you had to start screwing around and still made it a loss...>You're in good spirits for a guy who just got his ass kicked for second time in a day. How do you manage to do that? >Garcian, you are like an actual nigger to me.>WRITE IN.>Say nothing and you swallow your sheer, irrational disappointment in Garcian like a horrible no-good appetizer of boiled Arcanine penis and fried baby fetus to this otherwise succulent Chine-Thai meal.Did Garcian learn anything?><No way!> (+5 GARCIAN POINTS)>WRITE IN.The food arrives. Mr. Roster is slurping up his noodles. On the other hand, Mr. Foster just stares at the food and it disappears without you even blinking...>WRITE IN.>You could say something to these dudes but you just don't want to talk...>WRITE IN.Pic related to second post.
>>6314404Author's notes on the American Pawniard (Dan vaguely knows some of this stuff)>Diabolical Ironclad Beetle provides a 1:1 explanation of the Dark/Steel typing; a regional variant whose type switch did practically nothing lol.>Longer lifespans than Japanese Pawniards/Bisharps in general.>Stag Beetle; males have two crests to differentiate them from Japanese Bisharp. >Males are called "stags" and are generally larger with larger knives. Females are called "does" and do not typically have head crests or have very short ones if they rarely do. Female Bisharps gain crests, albeit smaller ones compared to male Bisharp, after evolution in response to environmental stress/battling.>The blade things on their abdomens are akin to mandibles and there are extremely funny images of bug men throwing each other around on the Internet. >Abdomen segments go horizontally like beetles rather than vertically like in the actual Pawniard and Bisharp designs.>Fucking fascinating because they're very big beetle men who hunt and behave like mammals (wolves hunting down prey; packs organization).>Pawniard line shows up in Philipp Franz von Siebold's Fauna Japonica.>After America opened up Japan, several colonies of Pawniard were traded or smuggled out and raised throughout the world; their innate hardy nature let them survive the long voyages and adapt to new regions.>Infamously known as a major annoyance to cowboys during the Wild West era due to their hunting habits. Also, I just want them to hunt down bison/Afrodeos AKA Buffloants because it's a cool image. Bands of Pawniards and Bisharp are known as "gangs" for this reason.>Most famous use in military endeavors was their deployment alongside the 442nd Regiment in the European theatre of WW2. "Go for broke!">Pawniard is one of those Pokémon who look really stupid looking at them straight on lol.
>>6314404>Garcian, you lost like a fucking Looney Tunes character out there. You had it man, YOU FUCKING HAD IT. And then you had to start screwing around and still made it a loss...Did Garcian learn anything?>Always shoot two to the headThe food arrives. Mr. Roster is slurping up his noodles. On the other hand, Mr. Foster just stares at the food and it disappears without you even blinking...>wut how are you eating
>>6314404>Garcian, you lost like a fucking Looney Tunes character out there. You had it man, YOU FUCKING HAD IT. And then you had to start screwing around and still made it a loss...>GARCIAN LEARNZ: DOUBLE TAP. ALSO, AIM FOR THE EYES.>Cool...trick? How the hell are you eating?
>>6314404>Garcian, you lost like a fucking Looney Tunes character out there. You had it man, YOU FUCKING HAD IT. And then you had to start screwing around and still made it a loss...But even so, we're still getting him the BIG chink food bowl. Because he's OUR Garcian (Smith)>GARCIAN LEARNZ: DOUBLE TAPThat's good enough for now>Cool...trick? How the hell are you eating?Innate bushman training no doubt
>>6314404>Say nothing and you swallow your sheer, irrational disappointment in Garcian like a horrible no-good appetizer of boiled Arcanine penis and fried baby fetus to this otherwise succulent Chine-Thai meal.He didn't really lose, did he? We got $38! Cut the mon some slack.>GARCIAN LEARNZ: DOUBLE TAP.>Cool...trick? How the hell are you eating?>>6314406Neat lore! What year is this, again?
>>63145482125, in the middle/end of taming this part of the new frontier. The "backyard" of Earth is more considerably more settled than the "countryside" where SUNROSE is. Space Station 13 Music - Space Asshole https://youtu.be/GISnTECX8EgI apologize for the long delay this week as well. Mood swing got me bad.
>"Garcian, you lost like a fucking Looney Tunes character out there. You had it man, YOU FUCKING HAD IT. And then you had to start screwing around and still made it a loss...""Genuinely, what the fuck is wrong with you?" Seeing Garcian lose like that makes you feel incredibly, incredibly angry. You can't make sense of it, you just don't know why. It would have been perfect and he would have been cool. Instead, that was bad, that was really pathetic. Garcian tenses up. <Hey, I was, was having fun, I guess. No, I meant, I had her on the ropes, she wasn't gonna touch me at all.>"Didn't you fucking learn anything while we were working for fucking NANOTRASEN?" you growl out. NT is most dangerous, most shady shipping company to work for in the history of the colony age, but that goes without saying.<Of course I did! I learned to...>>GARCIAN LEARNZ: DOUBLE TAP THAT SUCKER. ALSO, AIM FOR THE EYES.<Yeah. Make sure the guy is dead, got it.>"Yeah, finish the job and get out. But I was yelling at you almost the entire time to hurry it up. I shouldn't have to tell you to fucking hit her, man!" You slap a fist into your palm to make your point.<I was trying to go for a Thief on that satchel—>"Just hit her with that punch move then you can just take it from her afterwards!"Your weird pet ghost makes a vague gesture and then starts "muttering" to himself instead of forming his next sentence. The half-formed thoughts seep out into the air with a just barely audible hum of discontentment. Palpable Bad Vibes. You just sit there like a stone, soaking it all up, and think. The Thief would have been good... if it actually landed much earlier. And Garcian did hit her and the hammer came down and... Shit, when was the last time you had an actual Pokémon battle that wasn't a deranged subhuman beatdown with both you and Garcian? That was a year ago, back in your cargo days with the other guys. Man, the two of you are really rusty with this battling stuff.<I didn't lose though. You got the $38 bucks from me WINNING.>"Win harder next time and don't fuck it."
>>6314740"Yo ordah is ready." The chef comes by before the two of you can continue bickering. A plate of fried rice is placed before you and a bigger plate of fried rice for Garcian, with limes, cucumbers, and emil berries on the side.You blink, not quite understanding, then realize IT IS FOOD. All the tension you've been holding is released as you take your first bites. The Tauros skirt steak is very well marinated and not at all tough and the sirarcha pepper gives a little pleasant sweetness, but the Cheri berries are too spicy and make the overall dish almost unbearable to choke down. A bit of lime helps the taste; the emil would make your plate too bitter, from your experience with berries.You turn and see Garcian devouring his plate with clear relish. Even as a little Ralts, spicy foods have always been his favorite. You worry about ordering another dish from the way he's not stopping to breath or even think. (Do Ghost types need to breathe? Do Steel types?)You look over to your employer and see him... Uh...>"Cool...trick? How the hell are you eating?""Mmm." Another portion of curry disappears from the bowl as he turns towards you. "Same way you are."Mr. Foster is making chewing and drinking noises and the mask is indeed moving with the slight motions of eating. You just don't actually see the moment the food gets swallowed. It's there in his bowl, then it isn't. A hard cut in your own perception.Mr. Foster looks at you with this really intense expression despite the mask."'Talk is cheap, but charge by the word.' What's the problem? Eating a meal? A succulent dine-in meal? This is the first fucking real curry I've had in months and months..." He breathes quietly for a moment. "Nothing like this in BLACKSTAR. Now, are you going to ask a meaningful question or are you going to gawk at me and jabber like you have a broken neck?"Prick. He's getting weirdly defensive over this...>WRITE IN.>Nothing else to say. Time to finish up your meal and move on. (The target is within walking distance, thankfully. Roll 1d100, one anon.)MEAL COST: $35 + $3 tip (It's a fair price, yeah. You stopped Garcian from giving more tip.)DEBT: 22,000 Poké/220 USDOWNED: 110 USD + 2898 PokéTO DO: Get your dosh exchanged for Poké because the Landlord is a fucking asshole and only accepts the Poké as legal tender.DAN POINTS: 4 GARCIAN POINTS: 5 -> 6 (+BEATTHELIVINGSHITOUTOFHER... Next time.)Points have no effect on the quest.
>>63147451. The 1d100 will be on the same travel table as in the bottom of this post >>63102972. Adding the option to>Switch to Garcian
Rolled 38 (1d100)>>6314745>Nothing else to say. Time to finish up your meal and move on. (The target is within walking distance, thankfully. Roll 1d100, one anon.)
>>6314745>Nothing else to say. Time to finish up your meal and move on. (The target is within walking distance, thankfully. Roll 1d100, one anon.)>Try to not dwell on Foster's weird bullshit.
>>6314745>>6314750>Nothing else to say. Time to finish up your meal and move on. (The target is within walking distance, thankfully. Roll 1d100, one anon.)>Try to not dwell on Foster's weird bullshit.
>Nothing else to say. Time to finish up your meal and move on.>Try to not dwell on Foster's weird bullshit.>38 — CITY ENCOUNTERLISA: the Timeless - Leap Around (In-Game Version) https://youtu.be/hYeguMZVuE0Overall, the meal was okay. 7 out of 10, would probably come back, if you ever find it again.You light up a fag, mumble your thanks to the chef, and fall in line behind Mr. Foster ("Last leg, gents, get pumped!") and the rest of the party. This would be a perfect time to get lost in your thoughts, but nothing comes to mind, not even Foster's innate weirdness. The city gets lighter and lighter with every step and staircase upwards. You walk on autopilot, observing the crisscrossing skybridges, birds taking flight, drifting passenger Driflim, and the pure white walls bright as the unsetting sun, and you feel absolutely nothing.The sights of the city reach your eyes, a vertical city and the spectacle of it, but it stops there. You "see" these spectacular things. You know they are "spectacular." You just don't care. It's the same city you've lived in for a third of your life now. You don't hate the city you live in, but you can't find anything more interesting to say about it either.Is that so bad?Garcian is up ahead, standing at the railing, clearly afraid of falling with his usual death grip, but he's clearly fascinated by something. By what? He's gawking pretty hard and you can't read his thoughts. Hey, maybe he's found another girl with her tits out in a window again. That was pretty cool. You mosey on over and look where he's—ARRRRGHHHH!There's a scream from above and a sudden black blur comes flying down right in front of you two! Garcian lets out a yelp, then goes looking for where the guy fell. Mr. Roster sidles up next to him (weird how a big guy can move so smoothly) and then Mr. Foster appears on your side."What the bloody hell was that?" Mr. Foster asks, in the incredulous tone of an obvious tourist.<That was another faller, Frosty.> Garcian frowns. <Darn it. Dan, tell him about the suicides.>"That's just another faller," you say plainly."You're not worried at all by that?""Nope. There's a few gangs of dudes who do it for fun and thrill but the actual suicides are getting worse over here. All sorts of different people doing it. Young ladies, old guys, white guys, even a few Pokémon too..."<It's kind of... morbidly... interesting,> Garcian mutters. <There might be another one soon.>There's a few other people watching at the railings too. You can hear excited shouts rising up from below as the black shape gets smaller and smaller as he goes down, down, down into the depths of the city below. On a lower balcony, you spot a metal-petalled Lilligant, several heads of Oddish, and a garden of other sun-soaking grass types, who are looking anxiously over the railings as well. It's a spectacle for everyone involved.
>>6315042"Never had suicides in BLACKSTAR," Mr. Foster remarks after some time. You check and see that he isn't looking at you when he speaks. Good. You look back down again. Beside you, Garcian and Mr. Roster are busy "talking" in hushed tones about something in their exclusive "Pokémon tongue" or whatever."Really?" You just kind of assumed they were increasing all over the place."No sir, none of this suicide nonsense." He makes a stabbing gesture. "We're all too busy murdering each other and making money to even think about that troublesome stuff. Everyone's got that hate and murder attitude down pat." Mr. Foster crosses his arms. "Honestly the wasteland is always most peaceful part of that fucking shithole. And then you go back into the city proper and it's goodnight, Vienna. You're back good old 'MURDER TOWN!' Haha!" You can't help but laugh along. His cheer is infectious and what's he's saying is bringing back good memories of things back in the day, on the station. Life was cheaper back then..."You seem like the kind of fellow who'd get along right well where I'm from. Decent enough chap with a strong arm. Seen enough shit to not be fazed by it." He chuckles. "You know, I didn't like you beating us to the punch with Mr. Costner all by yourself. I wanted ALL of us to wail on him like a pinata. Like a big fun team building exercise, you see."And without much fuss at all, you find your own tongue loosened. Choose up to two.>Swap stories about the station and BLACKSTAR. "... and when the shutters came up, there was the research director chopping up human bodies with his Scizor and his whole purple man squad...">"Hey, what you guys do in BLACKSTAR anyway? I thought it was just some hole in the ground. Instead we got bankers like you and telekill and jerks with bats and these nightmare TMs crawling out of there. What gives, eh?">"Those two other 'mons back there with the first guy. How'd you two beat them exactly?" Garcian probably can't learn Fire-type moves from Mr. Roster (unless you count that one time he ignited a fart when you were 20), but maybe you can (re)learn some combination tactics from this guy.>"Oh, uh, sorry about that..?" Huh. You didn't expect Mr. Foster to actually like you. Well, when a man thinks about inviting you and your best friend to a bit of good old ULTRAVIOLENCE, that means you're all friends, right?>WRITE IN.>You say nothing and let the moment pass. (NEXT SCENE.)
>>6315047>"Hey, what you guys do in BLACKSTAR anyway? I thought it was just some hole in the ground. Instead we got bankers like you and telekill and jerks with bats and these nightmare TMs crawling out of there. What gives, eh?"Let's learn a bit about BLACKSTAR.>"Oh, uh, sorry about that..?" Huh. You didn't expect Mr. Foster to actually like you. Well, when a man thinks about inviting you and your best friend to a bit of good old ULTRAVIOLENCE, that means you're all friends, right?Let's learn more about our 'friend'.
>>6315060+1, roll with it
>>6315047>"Oh, uh, sorry about that..?" Huh. You didn't expect Mr. Foster to actually like you. Well, when a man thinks about inviting you and your best friend to a bit of good old ULTRAVIOLENCE, that means you're all friends, right?>"Hey, what you guys do in BLACKSTAR anyway? I thought it was just some hole in the ground. Instead we got bankers like you and telekill and jerks with bats and these nightmare TMs crawling out of there. What gives, eh?"
>>6315047 >"Oh, uh, sorry about that..?" Huh. You didn't expect Mr. Foster to actually like you. Well, when a man thinks about inviting you and your best friend to a bit of good old ULTRAVIOLENCE, that means you're all friends, right? >"Hey, what you guys do in BLACKSTAR anyway? I thought it was just some hole in the ground. Instead we got bankers like you and telekill and jerks with bats and these nightmare TMs crawling out of there. What gives, eh?"
Hey. I'm vanishing for days at a time again. My mood collapses when something goes wrong and I can't get started quickly for anything anymore, even if I want to (or maybe I don't want to, I don't know). I should say sorry here, but I really do think that I've given up trying to be a better person, so I won't because I shouldn't make promises I can't keep. The better excuse is that I got *professionally* diagnosed with moderate depression on the 1st, which might explain my decline over the last five years. That's it.Here's something nicer, which I drew a few days ago: Researcher Beefwood and Tobio the Litwick. Very cute clone woman (future mass grave occupant phenotype).
>>6316321I'd day to feel better soon, but that's more fo a gradual, eventual improvement situation. Keep on trucking, QM. Come back when you're ready.
>>6319058Are we so back?
>>6316334Things will change, it's just the matter of getting there that's the trouble.>>6319092Yes.
>"Oh, uh, sorry about that..?" Huh. You didn't expect Mr. Foster to actually like you. Well, when a man thinks about inviting you and your best friend to a bit of good old ULTRAVIOLENCE, that means you're all friends, right?Right?"It's no big deal. The world certainly needs more of you blokes of your talents than less." You crack a grin at that. It feels good getting some credit.Mr. Foster takes a sharp inhale on his cigarette through his gas mask filter. His stupid helium-high voice drops a little low. "Don't that stuck in your mindset. And don't blow your load, so to speak, on punishing the next buggerer, alright? Make it worth all our whiles when we get our mitts on him.""Mmmhm." Bust his lip, don't bust his skull, sure.Mr. Foster jabs at the air in front of him with his fag. "Nobody likes a showoff. It's unprofessional. Follow my orders and don't. Make. Waves. Or next time I really am going to get mad.""Mmh—""I'll be taking it out of your paycheck, is what I mean." Darn it, he's got you there. "Yeah, yeah, Foster. I got it." You would be willing and it would be easy, standing over the hypothetical guy when he's down on the floor, but you just shut up and nod, knowing Mr. Foster's the guy who's paying you at the end of the day. You'll play nice. You know, this banker ain't so bad. He isn't screaming mad in your face like some of the neurotic powertripping heads of staff you once worked under. (Thankfully, those kind of guys do tend to disappear in the station corridors, somewhere, ehehe.) >Dan will try to restrain himself when the opportunity presents itself.>-1 Dan PointsYou look over to see Garcian and Mr. Roster still looking over the railing as you check on him. You use the moment to take a long drag on your cigarette. Mr. Foster's threat seems oddly half-hearted to you, mostly because this goofy moneybags fellow seems about as physically dangerous to you as a newly hatched Magikarp without bones on a hot sidewalk. Unless he's got something up his sleeves, of course. Every skeevy guy like him (including you) has to have a backup to be as skeevy as he is in a world like this.You turn the conversation to different matters...
>>6320203>"Hey, what you guys do in BLACKSTAR anyway? I thought it was just some hole in the ground. Instead we got bankers like you and telekill and jerks with bats and these nightmare TMs crawling out of there. What gives, eh?""Hah! You don't know the end of it, mate." Mr. Foster's voice drops real, real low into a conspiratorial tone, half-serious, half-joking. "And don't tell anyone about this, this is a bit classified, but who's going to know, eh?""A lot of military contractors and weapons manufacturers love the lack of oversight from the League of Nations on frontier planets like this. SUNROSE is just a few stops off from the main shipping lines connecting us to our little pale blue dot, like veins or arteries to the heart of things, so the business is always thrumming along." You knew your cargo work was always busy, but you never knew (or cared to know) what was in those specially sealed black crates. That might vaguely explain a few things. Neat."Pity the distance also means the Leaguers have a few garrisons set up here to 'keep an eye on local unrest.' Bah! What's the harm in some good old fashioned military industrial complex? Give war a chance!" Mr. Foster gargles out something like a laugh. "We're all hard at work here, and they want keep the little man down on 'environmental concerns.' What a crock of shit! Bloody, stinking fascists!"Mr. Foster starts jabbing finger at the air like he wants to gouge its eyes out, then turns to you very quickly, and says, "Right, right, sorry about that. You know how those slant eye bastards work." Mr. Foster looks up and down at you. "Oh uh, no offense, mate.""None taken." You are Chinese from when you last checked. "So..." You think for a moment and say a bit uselessly, "You're one of those investors right? What's the latest, uh, stocks?""Day trader. Practically prints money out here, mate. Lodes emone. Now, for another little bit of insider trading...""RED is always doing good. And so is GE; it's on the up and up on account of their fusion generators." "GM?" "General Motors." Mr. Foster looks at you for a moment, as if looking for something in your face. "Right, right. Your noggin isn't— Nevermind. As I was saying...""Reliable Excavation Demolition is always doing good. Bought some when I was a lad, now I'm sitting on a nice and cool retirement fund if I ever decide to cash out. (But I won't. It's one of those stocks you should never sell.) They own a bunch of 'local' subsidiaries like Crimson Spire Logistics, Willeford Home Appliances, and Bolverk Mining is a real mover and shaker in the BLACKSTAR quarries."
>>6320216"For the foreign investors... I just wish the Nissan and Toha Heavy stocks weren't limited to Japanese nationals. Imagine driving around one of those Nissan Hunchbacks, eh? Silph Co. won't admit using a 'prohibited' material, but I've heard from a few of my colleagues that a few of the telekill alloys are used in their latest Black Glasses protection sets. Works great in casinos.""Tried a pair on once. Vision swam like I got fucking beer googles on." Your body shudders at the thought. You still remember the migraines. Something about Dark type energy doesn't sit right with you."You know," Mr. Foster says as you look down at the rushing air traffic below. "I like what you Yanks are doing out there. Real nice work." "Out where?""You know." Mr. Foster gestures to the open air in front of you, but you know that he's not talking about this mere city but the great pulsing beat of Commerce itself. DEATH — Consumption is always necessary, isn't it? "Out there. All your taxpayer money is going into killing children overseas. I wish more of my tax dollars went into that."You scoff at the mention of TAXES. The ever smiling face of the LANDLORD grins out from your memories and you repress it. In your slight confusion, the words come tumbling out: "Whatever. Taxes is like... Like pouring money down the drain, shit down a toilet, garbage into a Grimer. Where does it go? Who cares. It's not that important because I don't see where it ends up. We live with fucking Pokémon, the answer to every Goddamn problem, we're not desperately poor, anyway...""Fair. You probably still get intestinal worms in your water either way." Mr. Foster gargles another laugh-like noise."But the water is clean here."Mr. Foster turns to look at you directly in the eyes. You don't like that. "Wait. Are you serious?""Yes?""Holy shit." Mr. Foster hums to himself then goes really, really quiet. It's like you dropped a truth nuclear bomb onto his brain. "This place really is something else." "Maybe there's something in the water that isn't intestinal worms," you suggest."Ha! Trust me, ain't nothing worse than intestinal worms." Mr. Foster sniffs at the air. "The air's weird here, you know. It's refreshing. But I'm not used to not hearing ambient gunfire in the distance. It's a bit inappropriate, innit?""You get used to it. I sure did. It adds a..." A little smile appears on your face. "'Gene say nay qua' to the place." You think you said it right. "It sure does. You get to sleep to this?""Every night, every day." "Beautiful." Mr. Foster looks out over the horizon, seeing the city with new lenses. "Truly beautiful."Mr. Foster is a cool guy, you think. You two can get along with this guy. After all, both you and him are adapted to violence.
>>6320220============================================================Garcian points over the railing with a sudden trilling noise. Mr. Roster peers over the railing and recoils as if struck. Your Pokémon holds out an open palm with a smug look and another weird Gardevoir noise. Then, with immense care and a sound like a grumbling engine, the big snout thing fishes out a crumpled bill from somewhere with his knuckled claws and hands it to the Gardevoir.You take a look yourself. It's one of those faller kids looking really sheepish as he's carried up the hands of the balloons crushing around him and practically thrown into the waiting arms of a hovering police car. Those Driflim just saved his life, just as you expected."What was the bet on?" you ask as you step next to your best friend.<To see if the kid makes it. Easy bet, these guys are the tourists here.>"Idiot. You should have bet higher then." You lightly punch his hard shoulder. <Huh... Right.> Even though you're right and he knows it, Garcian furrows his brow. <Eh, 20 dollars is 20 dollars.>"Whatever. Think bigger next time. Better."<Shut up. I'm the one with $20 here. Not you.>Acquired:$20 <58 DOLLARS TODAY, DAAAAAAAAN. WHAT ARE YOUUUUUUU DOING.>You don't bother giving him an answer.============================================================
>>6320221<Ladies first.>"Wuss."INSIDE (The White Chamber OST - 02. Station Ambience [2005]) https://youtu.be/T4TN5O24L_EYou follow your employer down a maintenance tunnel and it feels like burrowing under the skin of the city. The sunlight and the noises of life and activity fade away behind you. You follow, matching your employer pace by pace. The only sounds you hear are the hum of lights and the sounds of footsteps. Twists and turns with no end in sight. This isn't a part of the city you're used to, but this feels... familiar. Intimate, bizarrely, disgustingly enough. Almost like the station, but you feel as you can hear the rumbling of machines through the miles of concrete and steel and metamaterial in every direction. Garcian ducks under another hanging section of disemboweled pipework and grumbles. Somehow, Mr. Foster navigates this mess with the unbroken pace of someone confident in knowing where he's going.<God fucking damnit, Dan where the FUCK are we?>"Relax. Just wait for Mr. Foster to tell us."<... I don't even know if a Teleport can bring us out of here. We're really deep in...>Before you can tell off Garcian for leaking his agitation all over the place (which is your mind), the gas-masked banker stops in front of a seemingly indistinct section of corridor and takes a right into the darkness. The corridor narrows further to the width of two men as you follow him.This place looks like it was abandoned in a hurry. Lots of paper trash and other debris are scattered about haphazardly down this hallway. A few of the garbage 'mons should have gobbled it up by now, but this place is oddly lifeless... There is a doorway here, illuminated by the only light in the entire hall. The metal door looks like has been forced open from the inside through sheer force, right down the middle of its interconnecting "teeth," then roughly forced back into position. Through the open mouth, a cool air blows and you wrinkle your nose at the faint miasma wafting down. This stench of decay is familiar; you've smelled it before, back on the station.There are smells that stick with you for the rest of your life, and the scent of a human body rotting in a sweltering back tunnel is one of them. <...>"..."Mr. Foster turns to you two and says quite blithely, "Have I ever told you lot how much it suck being a landlord? You get it all set up right and then the tenant up and dies." Garcian cracks up first, then four of you all share a hearty chuckle at the crummy joke.
>>6320225"Christ, it stinks like an abattoir in here. Now, if it's anything like last time..." Mr. Foster starts but settles for a really deep sigh instead. "Who's on first?" (Might come with a perspective shift.)>Garcian. <Fine, Goddamn it. You guys can't just be heroes for once...> You walk right up... and knock on the door. Hey, sometimes these things require a gentle hand.>Dan. "Okay." You start swinging your bat from side to side as you stroll straight towards the apartment and kick the door down with your magnificant foot. >Mr. Foster and Mr. Roster. "Alright boys, fill in." Your employers lead the charge and you all storm the apartment together. >WRITE IN?>MISC WRITE IN?
>>6320226>Garcian. <Fine, Goddamn it. You guys can't just be heroes for once...> You walk right up... and knock on the door. Hey, sometimes these things require a gentle hand.
>>6320226>>Garcian. <Fine, Goddamn it. You guys can't just be heroes for once...> You walk right up... and knock on the door. Hey, sometimes these things require a gentle hand.What a bunch of WUSSES
>>6320226>Garcian. <Fine, Goddamn it. You guys can't just be heroes for once...> You walk right up... and knock on the door. Hey, sometimes these things require a gentle hand.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9o4LKzaMaOo
>>6320226>>Dan. "Okay." You start swinging your bat from side to side as you stroll straight towards the apartment and kick the door down with your magnificant foot.
>Garcian. <Fine, Goddamn it. You guys can't just be heroes for once...> You walk right up... and knock on the door. Hey, sometimes these things require a gentle hand.You sighed a really deep and disappointed sigh out of frustration with these friggin' bums. With hands in your coat pockets, you walk to the lonely door unaccompanied through the dim and filthy corridor. Eugh. The stench from the darkened aperture gets worse and worse with every step, but nothing's going to happen if all of the humans in the room stand there with their thumbs up their asses. Dan starts as if to join you then stops and turns to your new boss."You're not going, Foster?""I'm getting my money's worth seeing you work." Mr. Foster crosses his arms. "What am I paying you for anyway? You should get in there too.""Mmm. Garcian! Good luck in there buddy."You flip Dan off. Jeez, this guy sucks...AT THE THRESHOLD (The White Chamber OST - 14. Something stinks (Living Room Fridge) [2005]) https://youtu.be/z9TkPfTvEEAYou take a moment and reach out with your mind...There's something on the other side of the door. Whatever it is, it's much larger than a human, taller than you even. You try to read the mind and sense the telltale signs of a human woman (clone or not, there's no difference, you turn one upside down and they're all alike ahah), Professor Beefwood most likely, almost certainly but when you try probing a bit deeper, you're immediately struck by the waves of distorted emotions and extreme alertness and barely repressed animal instincts. You clutch your head as you fight back against the malignant feelings. You gasp and quickly terminate the probing before your headache gets even worse. You brace for the retaliation against the failed telepathy. Nothing happens. Whatever it is, it doesn't seem to have noticed a thing."Garcian, you good?" Oh, now Dan wants to play the nice guy, ohhhhhh wow. You flash him a thumbs up and wave him away before he can approach. Anyway, what's happening here?When you were a Kirlia, you used to try read minds of Bug types and regular bugs under rocks as a way to test your abilities. It was really disorienting being crammed into a smaller mind, your vision fragmenting into hundreds of angles through compounded eyes, but you always pulled out of there safely. It was easy. And so it was as well with the more Normal animals — easy to enter, easy to understand, real simple souls. But trying to enter this mind almost fucked you in the head right on the spot. It wasn't like barely noticing an asshole Dark type blank spot in the world. This is new. It's walking through the desert and almost sinking into a sudden patch of quicksand. No, no, no, it's more like a stumbling into turbulent pit of pitch black tar. What the Hell is thing?
>>6320697So with all discrete options exhausted, you knock on the door. *tang tang tang*<Miss Beefwood, are you there?> You test the waters with a direct mental ping to the thing at its doorstep. There's a spasm of movement and a flash of bare skin just barely out of view as the thing pulls itself further into the cold, cold darkness beyond the metal doors."Aaah... Who..? A Psssychic..?" The hushed voice of a woman on the other side comes through, cautiously, carefully, curiously. Every word comes with a rushed breath. Her breathing comes in ragged rasping breathes, unsteady and constant, like she's exhausted beyond relief or on the verge of panicking. Something sharp is dragged against concrete and you recoil at the painful sound.<I'm not uh, Psychic anymore,> you fumble for the words. <Look Miss, I'll be straight up with you. You owe us money. Give us the dosh or they'll put you into a world of hurt.> Fuck, you're not thinking straight. Maybe you should have asked how much. A number would sound a lot tougher."Don't... Come... Come in... I'm not des-s-scent... Nothing fitss anymore... I c-can't do... anything..."Even though you're here to beat the crap out of her for her money, you can't help but ask <Are you alright, Miss?>"I'm so hungry... I'm so hungry... Please let me t-t-t... Everything... Is so... so, so, so upsssset... I ordered g-gr-gro-food but I have no money... I had to... Eat... Everything hurtsssss..." It's clear she's extremely distraught."Oi, oi, oi, what's the situation in there?""Pleassse... don't let... anyone in. Stay... I beg you... I have to... g-go and d-drink..."You think about what Dan would do in this situation. You defer to your master:<Dan.>"Garcian."<There's a 9 foot tall naked woman inside the house.> There's a brief but instantly recognizable flash of lust from your buddy, but you don't laugh this time and clarify, <Dan, there's something seriously wrong with her. You're going to get your face eaten if you try and tap that. She's seriously amped up in there. I think she's on something. Fuck, man. I think she's tweaking.>Dan just stands there for a moment, with inscrutable expression and mind, then does the most Dan thing he can do and turns to his new boss: "Garcian says there's a monster crackhead squatting in your apartment, Foster.""Goddamn it!" The mystery man slaps his mask and furiously points with his length of broken pipe. "I'm getting real sick of being forced to chase out BLACKFELLAS and METH BOGANS from my property. Mr. Roster, back me up here."You let out a resonsant hiss. Things are escalating again and oh boy, you're starting to feel that pre-fight agitation scratching inside you again. You put your hands together and call for a time out. <Woah, woah, hey, hey, pump the fucking breaks, you idiots. I didn't say of that.>
>>6320706Alright, Garcian, it's on you now.>Stop the guys from entering and (probably) immediately killing whoever is inside.>FUCK IT, WE BALL. EVERYONE GET IN THERE.>Phase through the door "discretely" and check up on her.>Phase into the other parts of the house by yourself. Tell the others to wait.>WRITE IN.
>>6320708>>Stop the guys from entering and (probably) immediately killing whoever is inside.
>>6320708>Stop the guys from entering and (probably) immediately killing whoever is inside.
>>6320708>Stop the guys from entering and (probably) immediately killing whoever is inside.>"She sounds like a dying dog in there. Babbled about hurting and starving, she won't do anything to us. Chill."
>>6320720+1
But now the problem is how is the hot and super tall professor bitch going to pay the money to not be evicted when she's>high on an unknown substance>starving>too big to wear any real clothesChecking back...>her cute partner LitwickDid she eat the cute candlemon? No not THAT Candlemon!>"This lass Beefwood got a signed and stamped kill on sight order from the rest of the scientific community, courtsey of those sodomites and weasels in the assassin's guild. First thing she does when she comes planetside is take out a loan (from me) to a tidy sum of ten thousand dollars.">"Owes me quite a bit for her research grants and she's been late for a little more than a week. Bit unusual, come to think of it."How did she burn 10K in more than a week and end up in this state?>This place looks like it was abandoned in a hurry. Lots of paper trash and other debris are scattered about haphazardly down this hallway. A few of the garbage 'mons should have gobbled it up by now, but this place is oddly lifeless...Did she somehow hunt down and eat the garbage mons?
>>6320706>Phase into the other parts of the house by yourself. Tell the others to wait.Take an indirect route, peer in on her to assess, then GTFO before the mutant mad scientist gobbles us up.
>>6320706>Phase into the other parts of the house by yourself. Tell the others to wait.
>Stop the guys from entering and (probably) immediately killing whoever is inside.>"She sounds like a dying dog in there. Babbled about hurting and starving, she won't do anything to us. Chill."Mr. Foster blankly stares at you through his bug-eyed lenses. "Oi. What's your pet stickman saying, mate?" You're really, really sick of these damn Dark types, man."Garcian is saying 'don't go in there, she's too fucked up to do anything,'" Dan replies.<It's the professor herself, not anyone else,> you hurriedly clarify."Right. It's Beefwood is in there.""She can't be too sloshed if she can talk." Mr. Foster cracks his neck and takes a step forward. "Step aside, you worthless tosser, I'll handle this."<Hey, chill the fuck out, man.> Even though he can't hear a damn word you're saying, you put up your hands to try and pacify your new boss. What's gotten into him? <I'm fucking working on this. She sounds in a really bad spot and—""Whatever you're trying to say, I'm not buying. We're not here for tea and biscuits and dainty little Alcremie pastries. We're here because I want my money NOW.""Hey, calm down, Foster.""It's MISTER FOSTER to you, you stupid wanker!"But before you can respond, the sudden spike of shock and alarm from Dan and the ever so slight opening of his narrow eyes gives you just enough time to dematerialize.A blindly grasping claw as wide as two men phases right through you and slams right down onto the floor with a meaty thud. All you feel is a cool sensation like being doused in cold water.>The attack didn't affect Garcian!"Nghh... Q-Q-Quiet... My head... Hurrrrrtsssss..."The thing inside the doorway lets out a groan of absolute frustration. You don't stick around for another second. You sprint over to your comrades and look on in mounting terror as the gigantic claw vanishes back into the darkness of the house and a nine foot tall skinless monstrosity pries the doors open with a terrible groaning of metal and emerges into the corridor.OH BOY.TYPE M2-TB2 ENCOUNTER (Fear & Hunger 2: Termina OST - Desperation) https://youtu.be/SJ_9DfTrbQU(Resident Evil 4 - Regenerator's Breathing HQ)https://youtu.be/r9UXtm_TbJkThe thing which was Beefwood is clearly no longer human.The monstrous physique of the monster is swollen with distended black muscles as tense as steel cords.The Beefwood thing tilts its head to the side and its jaw hangs down as it sniffs the corridor air deeply, almost drinking it in. Black ooze drips freely from its wide open mouth and splatters to the floor with every quickening breath. The air is filled with the sick, intimate stench of blood and shit and rotting meat like a mouth full of festering, broken teeth. Its chest heaves and heaves as it focuses on your group.Your heart races as the thing's emotions become more agitated and confused with every passing second.
>>6322366The abomination shambles towards you in a daze."I neeeeeed... H-Help... Pleaaaasssse... Let me... Taste your..."DAN (He breathes in deeply...)>Raise your bat and prepare to swing as hard as you can possibly can.>Meet eyes with the thing and prepare for battle.>A wise man knows when to run... And that was mere seconds ago.>WRITE IN.GARCIAN (I AM NOT GETTING INTO MELEE OR UNARMED WITH THAT THING!!!)>But you need to act>Grab Dan and get out of there>Ah shit man this is fucked>Wait why isn't Foster running>WRITE INMR. FOSTER AND MR. ROSTER ("Jeez, that's a big one." "Uh huh.")>SHOOT THE BITCH>SHOOT THE BITCH>SHOOT THE BITCH>WRITE IN>WRITE IN
>>6322369>Meet eyes with the thing and prepare for battle.>FIND THE BIGGEST ROCK YOU CAN, GARCIAN!!! TO THROW LATER!!!>SHOOT THE BITCH IN THE LEGS.
>>6322389+1Oh boy
>>6322366What. A. WOMAN.>Meet eyes with the thing and prepare for battle.>Wait why isn't Foster running>SHOOT THE BITCH IN THE LEGS.
>>6322369>>Raise your bat and prepare to swing as hard as you can possibly can.>Ah shit man this is fucked>SHOOT THE BITCH
>>6322369>Meet eyes with the thing and prepare for battle.>Wait why isn't Foster running>SHOOT THE BITCHWe need rent money. Bad.
>>6322389+1BEAT ITS ASS
>>6322396Meh, she was hotter when she wasn't a fucked up faceless cannibal thing. See >>6310291
>>6323143Don't you 'meh' me
>>6323147MEH! MEH MEH MEH MEH MEH MEH MEH!!!!!
>>6322369DAN:>"Taste my? Taste my what? You mean taste this DICK?" Swing the bat at her.Baffle and attackGarcian:>Ah shit man this is fuckedMR. FOSTER AND MR. ROSTER:>SHOOT THE BITCH>SHOOT THE BITCH>SHOOT THE BITCH
>>6322369The abomination takes another step forward. It's caught your group's scent now. The ragged breathing quickens, deepens, grows even more frantic. Its slavering jaws snap at the air and its massive hands clench and visibly tremble. You don't need to read its mind to sense the raw, all-consuming aggression radiating off its body. There's hardly a recognizable human emotion in its tumultuous mind beyond hunger and pure animal instinct; nothing more than a beast with the flesh of a woman."Let me... Taaaaste your... Blood waterrrrrrr..."The abomination's body tenses up as it drops to all fours...>DAN: Meet eyes with the thing and prepare for battle.But before it can even leap towards your group, Dan readies his bat and steps forward. Despite his own fear, he looks the thing dead in the eyes. The Beefwood thing goes completely still as your master stares it down with a unflinching steely gaze.Then, something shifts in its demeanor. Its breathing becomes irregular. Its claws like knives scrape and tap against the floor and its teeth grit together. What little you can see of its features are twisted in frustration and distress. The monstrosity seems totally preoccupied in trying to think, to remember something terribly important...Then, with a low moan, it turns upon itself. The claws dig down its untouched face as it shudders and spasms, tearing away what little intact skin there was, then gouging deep wounds into its bulging muscles that almost instantly knit themselves before your very eyes. Everyone takes a step back at the horrific sight."Hrkkngh..."The monstrosity shudders, gets on its knees, and begins to violently regurgitate. More and more of the black fluid splatters freely onto the floor with each choked convulsion. The emesis turns thick, pulpy, mucilaginous. You gag as the stench of rotten blood thickens in the air. There is the sound of tearing flesh as its jaw unhinges almost entirely from its skull to accommodate the tremendous spew of gore and blood."Jesus Christ..."The flow ebbs down to a trickle and the thing begins to choke. With a deeper gurgle, two filth-soaked but still intact Pokéballs tumble out of its unnaturally widened mouth and splash into the pooling filth on the floor. The Beefwood thing heaves emptily a few more times before it turns its head back up to you.Most of its jaw is hanging off, then the muscles along its face regenerate and it clicks its teeth together happily, like smacking its nonexistent lips in pure satisfaction over a delicious memory. For once in its tormented state of mind, the Beefwood thing feels relief."Buh... B-Battle... W-We're gonna... Battle...">EXTRA TURN!You and Dan stand frozen at the sight of the sheer mindless brutality the thing had inflicted on itself. In the moment of turmoil, the two of you don't know how to react to the thing's challenge...
>>6323469"Right, enough of this nonsense." There's two clicks from your employer beside you.>SHOOT THE BITCH IN THE LEGS.There's a tremendous crack and a meaty *splorch* as the kneecaps of the thing are blown off in a blast of buckshot. The abomination screeches, more animal than man or 'mon, as it topples to the floor off-balance and flails about."FIRE SPIN, WALL UP, NOW!" Mr. Foster orders as he reloads.Mr. Roster mumbles, then tilts his head upwards and throws it forwards, spitting up dancing ribbons of flames that set the entire corridor ablaze. The fires spin upwards into raging vortices of flame that catch the creature dead on and drive it back! The horrific smell of cooking human flesh is nowhere as tantalizing as the incoherent screams of agony coming from the monstrosity. It staggers backwards and slams itself against the wall, slapping at the flames with its oversized hands."C'mon you muppets! Don't just stand there! Keep doing what I'm doing!" Mr. Foster shouts as he reloads a double barreled hunting shotgun that he certainly didn't have a few minutes before. "The bigger the bastard, the bigger the reward! LET'S MAKE SOME DOSH!">DAN: Raise your bat and prepare to swing as hard as you can possibly can.Mr. Foster's words galvanize you into action but Dan swears as you are both forced back by the unbearable filling the hallway. The wall of flames is the only thing that's keeping the thing at bay right now, but it's also preventing the two of you from helping in melee any further.>FIND THE BIGGEST ROCK YOU CAN, GARCIAN!!! TO THROW LATER!!!Shit, fuck—What the fuck do you mean—Rock, rock, rock, where's—You frantically look around for anything heavier than a piece of trash in the desolate hallway and spot the Pokéballs that rolled out of the freak's mouth next to a trashcan. They might be out of arm's reach of the monster, but they're almost in the middle of the literal crossfire! You'll have to go through the fires and flames to get to them...The Beefwood thing snarls furiously as it puts out the final flames consuming on its body and stares directly at Mr. Roster. Mr. Foster answers by immediately blasting another heavy load right into its center of mass. There's a spray of viscera and black blood from its mangled torso but the flesh is already knitting itself together again, albeit at a slower pace than before. The abomination crouches down again and takes in a deep breath...Mr. Roster does the same..."Dammit! Cover us!" Mr. Foster shouts as he frantically pushes in another two shells into his gun...
>>6323474DAN AND GARCIAN (Roll 1d100 with each post. Funniest numbers will be taken.)>Grab beer bottles and start hucking them as hard as possible at the abomination.>Your head's kinda fucked from the concussion and this will hurt, but this is a life or death situation. PSYBEAM THAT THING!>Pulse out a Confusion and try to disorient the thing's already crazed thoughts...>Get in front of the two guys with *actual* weapons and be a fucking Pokémon shield. >WRITE IN.MR. FOSTER AND MR. ROSTER (Roll 1d100 for each of the duo, two anons.)>Shout any orders to these two? (WRITE IN)GARCIAN'S MOVESETPHYSICAL: Thief, Frustration, Bullet PunchSPECIAL: Disarming Voice, Confusion/Psybeam, Magical Leaf, Nightmare (COOLDOWN)STATUS: GrowlPOSITIONING: Blink/TeleportINVENTORY:DAN (Normal)- Mr. Sandman (Equipped, Melee Weapon) - Cooler full of beer- Cigarettes pack x4- "Broken" Poké Ball - TM-50? ("NIGHTMARE", ??? Type)- Mr. Foster's business cardGARCIAN (Concussed — Harder to focus) - Station Armored Greatcoat (Equipped, Armor. You're not removing this.)- Iron Box (Equipped, Accessory. Small box with a fragile teal band.)- A "60" (Emergency Consumable. Replaces any roll with a 60.)DEBT: 22,000 Poké/220 USDOWNED: 130 USD + 2898 PokéDAN POINTS: 4 -> 4 (-Repression, +Fortitude)GARCIAN POINTS: 6 -> 7 (+Protagonist Points)
Rolled 33 (1d100)>>6323477Rolling for Mr. Foster
Ah shit fuck, I overused the color codes. It doesn't look bad until its finally shipped out. I wish 4chan had a preview feature like a forum or there was an external website to test posts like that or something. Damn.
Rolled 55 (1d100)>>6323477>Grab beer bottles and start hucking them as hard as possible at the abomination.SHE'S A WOMANWE MUST ABUSE HER LIKE A WOMAN. (Rolling for Dan/Garcian)
Rolled 82 (1d100)>>6323477>Garcian, Pulse out a Confusion and try to disorient the thing's already crazed thoughts...>Dan, huck beer bottles
Rolled 33 (1d100)>>6323519+1I feel bad about not pokemon battling the mutated professor, but>2 mons vs 1 Garcian>prof is mutated to fuck>prof is OVERDUE ON RENT>prof has NOT PAID OFF HER LOAN>prof is TRYING TO KILL/EAT USSo yeah as much as I hate it, Foster and Roster are in the right here. It's do or die us or them
>>6323482>>6323578Oh hey double 33, kinda okay
>>6323578Yeah, the Pokemon battle would have been sick. I laughed when she met our eyes and was like "oh, shit, trainer rules!"
Rolled 58 (1d100)>>6323477No idea what roll goes to who so I'll say this is for DnG>Thief her pokeballs, use them as extra fighters. They might also know wtf is going on.
Gonna update tonight, gotta make money for family debt, here's a cute doodle right now though
