"JESUS FUCK." A bit of spit leaves the girl's mouth with the utterance of the expletive. The thin blonde man shoots an annoyed look at his coworker as he leans on his broom, watching her wipe the spit from her chin."Hey, management said we couldn't curse. Get that side for me." The brunette gives him an indifferent glance, grabs a dustpan, and starts sweeping in various things: rose petals, scrapped, badly framed photos, a dust of cocaine that had slipped from some celebrity's torn pocket. She scoffs at the discovery of a used condom leaking all over the concrete."Just saying. You'd think that at a big event like this, people would be a bit more dignified." She turns to look at the big black block letters that burned boldly on the arena sign.MILLER V HAWKEFATHER V SONTONIGHT(1/5)
>>6323417I WANT TO GO HOME. Beatrice sits uncomfortably in her very-comfortable VIP chair. She didn't hate boxing; she grew up with it, after all. But she hated what was happening in front of her. Mostly, she was angry. Angry at a great many things. She looks to her left.This is some guy her husband knows. He's a sponsor... or something. His face is... so greasy. It's almost plastic. He turns to her with a cardboard smile."Enjoying the match, Bee?" He gives her a thumbs up. She doesn't return the gesture. Just another disgusting businessman. They turn back to the bloodbath in front of them. She looks to her left.This face was immediately recognizable. With her wispy, Marilyn Monroe hair and her faux-refined demeanor. Bea grits her teeth. She was mostly mad at her husband. He was the one who initiated the affair... and gave her triplet bastards. She can't really blame Claire, she's a victim in this just as much as Bea was. She can, however, look into her eyes and watch the girl look dreamily at her husband and feel like blowing up a building. She turns back to the bloodbath in front of her.She watches as her husband and her father kill each other on the stage. The Nicest Boxer In The World and The Hawk.(2/5)
>>6323424THE CROWD WATCHED AS BOTH MEN DEMONSTRATED EXACTLY HOW WELL THEY COULD KILL EACH OTHER. David's technique was perfect. His rhythm kept him up and fighting, but The Hawk was too good at punishing his brash hooks. But after 2 rounds, TNBITW finally got a solid crack at his mentor's mandible.Seats could be heard creaking as nearly everyone leaned forward to get a better look. The hit reverberated throughout the theater, sweat flew out like tiny, salty bullets. The audience's faces feel cool as they watch The Hawk stumble a bit, then barely hold himself up. His face almost seems to swell as his nose erupts in blood, pouring down his rugged face like a fountain. He tumbles onto the ring floor on his belly.(3/5)
>>6323425Ian "The Hawk" Hawke was dead.
>>6323428You are MARCO ROHNI, briefly awoken by the BUS HORN. The bus you are in, of course, to stakeout your SISTER'S PLACE OF BUSINESS while you hide from psychics who may or may not be trying to kill you. While you yourself, of course, are a psychic. A psychic newbie, you admit, but you're destined to save the world. Maybe, there was some confusion there. You're also VERY BROKE, and an EMPLOYEE at BIG M BURGER, off the corner of First and Market. You recall fighting raccoons also.You would really like to see your life improve sometime soon, but for now, messing with your sister will do you some good.You take a brief moment to look at your STATBLOCK.VITALS......HP: 12/9 (Excellent)ENERGY: 9/50 (Unexceptional)LUCK: 4 (Moderate)PROSPERITY: -2 (Bad)STATS......ACROBATICS: 3BRAWN: 3CHARISMA: 6VIGILANCE: 8INTELLIGENCE: 6SKILLS......- ACTIVE ABILITY 1 ???- PASSIVE ABILITY 1 ???- Psychokinesis (Worst)- Bowling (Moderate)- Tech Deck (Excellent)- Google SEO (Decent)Alright! You're on the bus. Where is the bus? You look around and see that the bus is stopped. Like, in park. This confuses you, as you were expecting the bus to be in drive.NEW QUEST! You have a new quest. Completing a quest grants you points to allocate onto your statblock.MS. WIZ - Check out your sister's shop.>LOOK AROUND. Duh, what do you think you're doing now! Choose something else.>LEAVE THE BUS. Nothing can be done inside a parked vehicle.>CHECK OUT THE DRIVER'S SEAT. Must be something interesting in there.>CHECK YOUR BELONGINGS AGAIN.. Or just go to previous thread here (https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6294388/)>IGNORE IT. It'll probably mean nothing. Chatrooms on your phone are calling your name.>WRITE-IN.
>>6323431>LEAVE THE BUS. Nothing can be done inside a parked vehicle.
>>6323431>IGNORE IT. It'll probably mean nothing. Chatrooms on your phone are calling your name.We aren't at our destination so... Maybe the driver just had to sue the bathroom?Welcome back, QM!
>>6323431>LOOK AROUND. Duh, what do you think you're doing now! Choose something else.
>>6323431>CHECK OUT THE DRIVER'S SEAT. Must be something interesting in there.
>>6323431>>CHECK OUT THE DRIVER'S SEAT. Must be something interesting in there.Wouhou,new thread
>>6323431>>CHECK OUT THE DRIVER'S SEAT. Must be something interesting in there.
You make your way to the front of the bus, and you happen to notice that you're completely alone as you pass by row after row of empty chairs. The driver's seat is similarly empty, and the adjacent door is cracked open. Through the windows you can see you're at a rather large truck stop. Ugh, just thinking about truck stops makes you groan. Turning back to the dashboard of the truck, the fuel gauge reads dead empty.There's nothing of note near the seat, door, or under the dash. The dashboard itself has a phone connected to a charger plugged into the cigarette lighter port. The phone has a cream/rose gold carrying case with a pearl bead charm attached. The phone lights up, detecting activity near it. You notice a new text was received a minute ago. Underneath the stereo on the dash is a photograph. It looks like it was printed today.
>>6324027The photograph is of a young woman and man embracing for the photo. They seem similarly aged, and they look pretty close. You're not quite sure who these people are, of course. You decide not to take anything; there doesn't appear to be anything useful to you at the moment.
>>6324028There doesn't seem to be much else to do inside the bus; it sure isn't going anywhere. You push through the doors and exit the vehicle. Man, this place is big. You're a little surprised. You're so sick of truck stops because you work next to a massive one. This one looks just as big. There's no way you're that far from home, it's maybe been an hour. You didn't know you lived by so many truck stops.Anyway, back to the task at hand:>LOOK FOR THE BUS DRIVER. They must be nearby.>INVESTIGATE BUS EXTERIOR. You've checked inside already, there's one thing left now.>INVESTIGATE TRUCK STOP CONVENIENCE STORE. You sure would love an overpriced snack. Maybe someone inside can help you.>INVESTIGATE SEXYCOLA TRUCK. Mmm, if God loves you, he'd topple that truck over right now.>INVESTIGATE STRANGE HOTDOG BUILDING. Hey, and ice! You hope they make slushies like the hotdog/ice stand where you work.>WRITE-IN.
>>6324029>INVESTIGATE BUS EXTERIOR. You've checked inside already, there's one thing left now.
>>6324029>INVESTIGATE SEXYCOLA TRUCK. Mmm, if God loves you, he'd topple that truck over right now.
>>6324029>>INVESTIGATE TRUCK STOP CONVENIENCE STORE. You sure would love an overpriced snack. Maybe someone inside can help you.
>>6324029>LOOK FOR THE BUS DRIVER. They must be nearby.This must the work of an enemy stand... I mean psychic
>>6324029>>LOOK FOR THE BUS DRIVER. They must be nearby.
