The continuing adventures of two degenerates under the great big Goddamn ball of fire.Theme Song (Cheeseburger - Comin' Home) https://youtu.be/DzEHtTe0j3U
TYPE M2-TB2 ENCOUNTER (Fear & Hunger 2: Termina OST - Desperation) https://youtu.be/SJ_9DfTrbQUDan, growing even more frustrated by the ever escalating scenario, opens his cooler and starts hurling bottles as fast as possible at the monster. It works about as well as you expect against a 9 foot wall of muscle. "Snrrff?" You taste the slight confusion and mild indignation in the air from the indignity of getting glassed at range. Hell, even Mr. Foster has enough time to shoot Dan a confused look.<THROW HARDER, YOU FUCKING SHITTER!> You encourage your brother to not fuck this up."I'M TRYING!"<TRY HARDER THEN!> Dan grabs another bottle. Feeling its weight in his hand, he pauses to aim it so he'll do some proper damage and throws! It sails through the air in a graceful arc and nails the freak directly in the face! The Beefwood thing snarls as it recoils from the direct hit, clutching at its face for a moment. Spotting an opportunity, you follow suit and throw the dice in its face just as it turns to face you both and opens its maw of horrible teeth opens to roar a challenge!"URK!" Hole in one! The abomination claws at its throat and throws its head back and forth in a deranged attempt to dislodge the obstruction in its throat.The horrible choking noises it's making are incredibly loud, so you follow up and blast her the remnants of her ruined mind with a low pulse of Psychic energy...>GARCIAN USES CONFUSION!The thing spasms horribly, choking and twitching and staggering back from the super effective move. "Hhkkh! HHKKH!!!" Now with the target properly discombobulated, your employers seize the opportunity to aim and fire.The first panicked shot goes wide, hardly grazing its head. "Sod that!" Mr. Foster corrects his shot, lowers the gun, and fires away with impunity, blowing holes into her center of mass with his double-barrel shotgun.>MR. ROSTER USES FLAMETHROWER! Mr. Roster breathes deep, his chest puffing up, and lays down another line of flames, engulfing the massive figure in fire! The animal screeching and smell of cooking flesh is horrific! The fires rise and flare brightly, preventing everyone from seeing hardly anything. For a moment, everyone stops to reload and assess the situation. Then, you can make out the slightest bit of movement—!"Get back!" Mr. Foster screams, but it's too late!
>>6377206>B##F$()@ USES BANSHEE SCREAM! >$*E^)!#D USES LUNGE! >*EE$!&O^ USES FURY CUTTER!An inhuman ear-splitting wail rends the entire corridor, forcing everyone else to cover their ears. You instinctually dematerialize, sparing you from the brunt of the sonic force, but the raw emotion soon washes over you and leaves you stunned as well.In the temporary lull, you can just barely make out its silhouette hunching down and pawing at the ground, then the Beefwood thing leaps through the flames and comes hurtling out the other end, now completely ON FIRE! It crashes right onto Mr. Roster with the tremendous momentum of her entire monstrous form, screaming wildly all the while in enraged agony. She then presses down upon the flamethrowing 'mon and viciously, rabidly tears away with at Mr. Roster's flesh with her huge hands!>B##$W()$ uses Fury Cutter!There's a muffled scream from the robed Pokémon as the monstrosity furiously tears at his face. It effortlessly rips out one of his eyes with one claw and, with its free hand, continues hammering against him. It takes all of the strength of Mr. Roster to retaliate and split her arms with his own claws, but she bears down on him further, her jaws snapping at his snout as he desperately holds those heavy arms at bay. Mr. Foster tries to fire again, but the struggle between it and Mr. Roster forces him to pause. The moment's hesitation allows the thing to sweep at his feet with its long, long arms, sending him crashing to the floor!You are ALL in melee range now!>GARCIAN USES THIEF!Fuck, fuck, FUCK! She's still kicking?! How much more punishment can this freak take! There has to be something here! Something you can work with!There's a glint by the flames and you suddenly remember what the abomination did at the start of the encounter. You snatch one of the Pokéballs out of the fire with your gripper hands and ohOHOAHOWOWOW HOT HOT HOT HOT! HOT! HOT!>Garcian has been lightly melted.You clench the ball in your non-melted hand, fumbling at the release, and pray frantically to God that this will help—
>>6377209NEW GAME (Professor Oak Suite by Trevor Alan Gomes) https://youtu.be/AQZ2ZcgJEss???"Oh heya, kiddo, sorry about the mess earlier, ehehehe..." Professor Beefwood waves you over with a long arm. It's hard to see her face from this height, but you know that she's beaming. "Been cleaning up the lab a little, so things are getting a little sorted out right now."She sees you hesitate so she rolls her hand and beckons you closer. "Get over here already. Don't look so nervous, today's your big day, kiddo. I remember when I got my partner, ehehehe..." You walk over there on light feet like a little shadow given form but your head is spinning with heavy thoughts. Nothing about this makes sense. Your mind buzzes with questions, but the strangest one that comes to the fore is: Have you been here before? "Oh, those were the days, you know. I do miss the lil bugger." The Professor lets out a wistful sigh. "But hey! I'm glad I can share that moment with you today, ehehe.""Now, I want you to chose your very first partner Pokémon! That's right, your own partner Pokémon! And if you both put in your hearts, bodys, and souls, nothing in this entire world will take you down!" "Friends! Pets! Something deeper! But for me?" Professor Beefwood taps at her chin with her claw. "They're just plain ol' neat! I consider them interesting subjects to study! All these variants and forms and all manner of mutation! Wowza!""Now, now, the other kid hasn't arrived yet, so you get to have the first pick! Lucky you!" Her claw gestures openly to the table. "And I want you to choose carefully, kiddo, because this is a relationship that will last you the rest of your life. Maybe! Ehehe."
>>6377212PICK YOUR POISON! >MAWILE, the Deceiver Pokémon? (Grass/Steel) Get a load of this little dude! I found it in the tra-It's a one-of-a-kind specimen! I've never seen one of these Mawiles before, so I want you to have it, kiddo. Just mind the spores, keep it away from water, and don't feed it after midnight.>HATENNA, the Hat-Stealing Pokémon. (Dark) I really shouldn't brought this one to be honest, eheh... They like to scream at people they don't like, and scream at people they do. They also explode. I'm not giving this to you, actually. Err...>TANGELA, the Vine Pokémon. (Grass) See, this one is a little better. Just a little baby practically, but look at that big ol' peeper! This world is full of all sorts of tasty sights and pretty flavors, so why not show her around?>TINKATUFF, the Marauding Pokémon. (Poison/Fairy) She's a bit stronger than most, a second stager, and a little bit of a hellion at that. I just think she's a real neat variant though! She's been a little antsy lately, so why don't you get out there and see what she's made of!>WRITE IN? Do you have something to say to your new partner?><YOU'RE MINE NOW, I GUESS.> Go with the flow.><WE'RE FRIENDS NOW, I'VE DECIDED IT.> You've always wanted one of your own.><CAN YOU DO A TRICK?> You hope it does something funny.><DON'T SCREW UP, OKAY?> A "friendly" reminder.>WRITE IN.
>>6377214>>HATENNA, the Hat-Stealing Pokémon. (Dark) I really shouldn't brought this one to be honest, eheh... They like to scream at people they don't like, and scream at people they do. They also explode. I'm not giving this to you, actually. Err...><WE'RE FRIENDS NOW, I'VE DECIDED IT.> You've always wanted one of your own.i must stand by the best gen 8 evo line
>>6377214>Mawile>CAN YOU DO A TRICK?
>>6377214>TINKATUFF, the Marauding Pokémon. (Poison/Fairy) She's a bit stronger than most, a second stager, and a little bit of a hellion at that. I just think she's a real neat variant though! She's been a little antsy lately, so why don't you get out there and see what she's made of!><WE'RE FRIENDS NOW, I'VE DECIDED IT.> You've always wanted one of your own.
>>6377214>HATENNA, the Hat-Stealing Pokémon. (Dark) I really shouldn't brought this one to be honest, eheh... They like to scream at people they don't like, and scream at people they do. They also explode. I'm not giving this to you, actually. Err...DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO.>CAN YOU DO A TRICK?
>>6377214>TINKATUFF>WE'RE FRIENDS NOW, I'VE DECIDED IT
>>6377214>TANGELA, the Vine Pokémon. (Grass) See, this one is a little better. Just a little baby practically, but look at that big ol' peeper! This world is full of all sorts of tasty sights and pretty flavors, so why not show her around?><WE'RE FRIENDS NOW, I'VE DECIDED IT.> You've always wanted one of your own.Fuck yeah it's back
Oh yeah, one last thing I forgot to say despite me posting the thread explicitly in observance of it:Happy Pokémon Day, you filthy animals. Here's to another 100 years of childrens' chicken fighting rings!
>>6377264May the chicken fighting never end!
>>6377214>TINKATUFF, the Marauding Pokémon. (Poison/Fairy) She's a bit stronger than most, a second stager, and a little bit of a hellion at that. I just think she's a real neat variant though! She's been a little antsy lately, so why don't you get out there and see what she's made of!><WE'RE FRIENDS NOW, I'VE DECIDED IT.> You've always wanted one of your own.>>6377264>>6377367Just wait until they see our final form, kek. Welcome back, OP!
>>6377214>>TINKATUFF, the Marauding Pokémon. (Poison/Fairy) She's a bit stronger than most, a second stager, and a little bit of a hellion at that. I just think she's a real neat variant though! She's been a little antsy lately, so why don't you get out there and see what she's made of!><WE'RE FRIENDS NOW, I'VE DECIDED IT.> You've always wanted one of your own.
>>6377214>TANGELA, the Vine Pokémon. (Grass) See, this one is a little better. Just a little baby practically, but look at that big ol' peeper! This world is full of all sorts of tasty sights and pretty flavors, so why not show her around?><WE'RE FRIENDS NOW, I'VE DECIDED IT.> You've always wanted one of your own.Going for one of my bros
You pull yourself onto the table, grab a hold of the strangely-huge Pokéball with both arms, and gently pry it open at the seams. There's no seals or locks as you'd expect. Instead, its surface tears away at the careful touch, dissolving like wet paper into a black, foul, and acid-smelling fluid which stains the (un)familiar whites of your hands. So much like a collapsing eggshell... Your sense of déjà vu suddenly turns morose at the thought.Then a red light lances forth forth from the remnants of the ball, forcing you to cover your eyes. You blink back blue lights from the corners of your vision, then look up. Your new partner is here.The Pokémon before you looks like a giant mint-colored slimeball in the shape of a very short and fat human child, four feet tall or so, much taller and wider than you are right now. Every bit of it, from its thick arms to its shaggy mane of hair, appears to be composed of viscous green jelly with an immensely pleasing consistency. Its only hard surfaces are the gold bands around its arms and the single gray horn haphazardly jutting out of its head. The maw in its chubby belly causes the whole surface of creature to wobble slightly with each soft breath. You have the intrusive thought that if you slammed it against the wall, it would stick like glue.It shifts around with mild confusion at first, its stumpy legs making little "plops" with each movement. It raises the curtain of its hair to get a better view of its surroundings, looking about with satisfaction, and a smug wide grin grows across its face.Then mon turns to catch you staring and lets out a gurgling giggle like a little girl. A fluttering feeling. It waves at you. You wave right back.[Hay! Who're you? This ain't the normal lab, is it?] she says, all-smiles.<Hi.> She lets out a burble and grimaces at the psychic feedback, as you should have known with Poison-types, so you repeat yourself with your own voice.[Hi.] A small chirping voice of a Ralts. It's the voice of a stranger now, after all these years. It's downright disorienting. [S-Sorry about that. I'm Garcian. We're friends now, I've decided.] The Tinkatuff looks at you strangely, tilting her head to the side, scrutinizing you for a concerning few moments. Then she beams again. [Woaw! I guess that means you're my very own human! I didn't even know they make you guys so fluent! C'mon, new buddy, let's go and hit something before she comes and—]Huh??? The presence of the Professor looms over you before you can even respond. A claw descends swiftly upon you. Your new friend gasps."You know kiddo, you may feel alone, but know in your heart... That there are still budding relationships out there for you. All you have to do is seek them. Good luck out there..."She's placing a claw down on you as if to tussle your head, but she's squeezing awfully hard. You squirm but can't break free. It hurts...The slimebeast's look of horror turns determined and she moves towards you—
>>6378520"GET OFFA HIM, YOU BITCH!" Dan roars from behind you. Footsteps charge then there's a familiar thwack of wood smashing against flesh and a guttural snarl from the creature as it lets go of your head.<[DAN?!]> You and your thoughts screech aloud as you blink those blue lights away and find yourself in the corridor again. Your head hurts but at least you've still got it on! You turn and oh God, everything is absolutely fucked.You see your brother rearing back the bat for a second hit, then he throws himself to the side, just narrowly dodging a wild slash of the remaining claw from the monstrosity as it screams and screams.<DAN!> Its other arm has been broken and mangled into useless limp meat hanging at its side. Its flesh smolders away with a horrific stench and drips its awful blackened blood freely. There's no sign of its previous abominable regulation but, despite it all, this thing just won't fucking die!Behind the two, the massive form of Mr. Roster has collapsed into a heaving, bleeding pile, just barely alive and struggling to get back up. Mr. Foster has lost his gun somewhere and has the pipe tightly clenched in his hands but he seems hesitant to get any closer. All of out tricks, you can't help but think anxiously.[Hay! NEW TRAINER! What do I do!] The child-sized creature waddle-runs to your side. She doesn't even look daunted by the situation, just even more excited.<[YOU! HELP US KILL THAT FUCKING THING!]> You grab a hold of the weird slimeball creature and jostle her around. <[KILL IT, KILL IT, KILL IT.]>[OKKĒ! Let's go!!!]Tinkatuff has been added to your party!The thing's mouth opens horrifically wide...While it's still burning and more than half dead at this point, the thing's aggression has only increased in its death throes...
>>6378520STATUSES:>GARCIAN (Mildly Concussed, Lightly Melted)>TINKATUFF (Raring to Go!)>DAN (Normal)>MR. FOSTER (Wounded)>MR. ROSTER (Critical Health!)GARCIAN'S MOVESETPHYSICAL: Thief, Frustration, Bullet PunchSPECIAL: Disarming Voice, Confusion/Psybeam, Magical Leaf, Nightmare (COOLDOWN)STATUS: GrowlPOSITIONING: Blink/TeleportGARCIAN:>Your head's going to kill you afterwards but you gotta bust out your best PSYBEAMS for this!>You need to kill this thing, no matter the cost. Force yourself to blast the monster with NIGHTMARE using your own life force.>You're scared as Hell, but you need to put yourself between this thing and Dan. Bullet Punch to put yourself right into the melee and just do what comes natural afterwards.>Grab Garcian and TELEPORT out. You're good, you're gone, and the two of you will be somewhere safe. That's all that matters at the end of the day, isn't it? [Ends the Battle]>WRITE IN.TINKATUFF:>[THROW ME!] <WHAT?!> [JUST DO IT, IDIOT!!!] This is a plan without a flaw nor any possibility of error, GUARNATEED! >You're small but you're STRONG! Strong as a, as, errr... And that means you're gonna rush in and TOE TO TOE with this freaky fellow! Let's WRESTLE!>You make your own luck and that means you know how to take others'! You have no idea how you do it, but you do know a little TRICK that'll knock it dead, dead, DEAD! Just gotta hang back from the fight for a sec... >Huh? Wuzzat stimulating smell? The smell of BOOZE of course! You'll be having that, thank you very much. And that one and that one and— [FREE ACTION.]>Let's try A MOVE YOU DON'T KNOW. You feel REAL LUCKY about this one! [MYSTERY BOX]>WRITE IN.
>>6378525I apologize for immense delay. I have been frantically making money at scales Dan and Garcian would shit themselves at (ie. any money at all). Take it easy. *hic*
>>6378525>You're scared as Hell, but you need to put yourself between this thing and Dan. Bullet Punch to put yourself right into the melee and just do what comes natural afterwards.>>You make your own luck and that means you know how to take others'! You have no idea how you do it, but you do know a little TRICK that'll knock it dead, dead, DEAD! Just gotta hang back from the fight for a sec...
>>6378525MORE THAN HALF DEAD? WE'RE WINNING THIS LADSGARCIAN>You're scared as Hell, but you need to put yourself between this thing and Dan. Bullet Punch to put yourself right into the melee and just do what comes natural afterwards.violence violenceTINKATUFF:>Let's try A MOVE YOU DON'T KNOW. You feel REAL LUCKY about this one! [MYSTERY BOX]>Huh? Wuzzat stimulating smell? The smell of BOOZE of course! You'll be having that, thank you very much. And that one and that one and— [FREE ACTION.]GET drunk AND gamble.
>>6378531Mwelp, we got a tie, soooSwitching my vote to back S2d.
>>6378530+1>>6378528It's good to have you and our boys back, QM.
>>6378531+1
Rolled 60, 23, 19 = 102 (3d100)Got caught up with doodles.Rolling for BEEFWOOD, then DAN, then MR. FOSTER (and MR. ROSTER).
When you were small, you used to get flashes in critical times like this. Sense impressions of impending danger — phantasmagoria which only became more vivid after your first evolution. But that was then, and this is now. All that you have in this very moment is a gut instinct burning you up inside like the growl rising in the throat of a little white dog. Your first instinct, the most important, is to—>GARCIAN uses BULLET PUNCH!—bring your fist up and lunge! The jab comes so fast that the monstrosity hasn't even time to scream, putting you in between it and your brother. Your admittedly piss poor form causes the strike to its torso to rattle your whole body — it's like hitting a wall of solid rock! Nuts! Even though it shouldn't hurt, you reflexively shake your hand from your phantom pain, ow, ow, ow.With a snarl of immense aggravation, the monstrosity turns its attention from Dan to you. In the light of the corridor, its teeth shine like cold glinting stars as it opens its maw like a hungry guillotine.+DANGEROUS<ohfuck> You frantically bring your arms upwards to defend yourself—>EXPUNGE>EXPUNGE>EXPUNGEThere is a horrific quaking sound from its entire body and from its mouth bursts forth an amazing stream of blood and liquid gore! The black stream of abhorrent fluid spews forth from the gaping maw with hateful intent — corrosive, terrible, fiendish, boiling hot, and a livid dark-red......or at least, it might've been all of those things to anyone else. Wiping this horrible vomit off from your face makes you anxiously realize that this Poison stuff would have outright killed someone who wasn't a Steel type like you.>It had no effect on Garcian.<MotherFUCKER! MY COAT!> Your "voice" cracks as you screech out with deranged anger and indignation more than actual terror at the thought of being melted by this horrible stuff. The thing's limbs and head loll downwards, exhausted by the sheer bodily strain that the move placed on its body. You seize the chance and impulsively jab straight towards the exhausted, now defenseless thing—... [OKKE! GO 4 IT, TRAINER!] shouts the Tinkatuff as she throws her arm up and FWAASH! there's a starburst of bright lights from her open palm...+JINXED!— and Dan completely fucks up your shot by stepping forward and smashing a perfect homerun blow straight into its guts! Despite the insane resilience this thing has had to everything the two of you threw at it earlier, it actually gets knocked back this time by Dan's bat strike this time!"Hhfh!" The beast regurgitates the last bits of bile in its throat.>Critical hit!-JINXED!-STUNNED!Your own punch barely grazes the side of Dan's head, only serving to knock his beloved hat off his head, and you let out a yelp.<Dan!?> you splutter out. <What the Hell?>"What the Hell?" Dan looks at his bat in utter confusion, then at you.
>>6380377"Snrrff..?" The confusion is mutual. You can taste the shock and apprehension now emanating from the Beefwood thing as it shakes itself off from the hard blow. It isn't quite sure what to do after that, and neither do the two of you, so it freely skulks back a few steps further into the corridor.Dan notices the shift in its attitude too. That gets a shaky smile out of him. "Garcian, do that again!"<That wasn't me, man. It was that slimebeast!>"Bwuh-huh?" And just like that, the smile's gone.Your brother doesn't question it further, keeping his eyes trained on the abomination now staring at you two warily. Well, actually, that's not the case at all. It certainly wasn't intimidated by you two earlier. No, something else has its attention. You trace its hidden gaze down towards the new combatant on your side of the corridor.[C'mon guys, we've got her on the ropes!] The weird Tinkatuff waddle-runs forward on her stumpy legs and jabs a thick finger repeatedly towards the horrific abomination, raring to go toe-to-toe with the thing! [LET'S HOP 2 IT!!!]You look at Dan.Dan looks at you. He hesitates for a moment, then nods.The two of you might actually have a shot.You step forward, with renewed confidence.<Alright, let's do it.>But the moment you do so, a smile manifests from out of the darkness right next to the abomination's head, shining eerily like a Cheshire cat's smile. You all pause at the bizarre sight. A blue, baneful flame ignites, brighter than the smoldering flames behind you three, then the rest of the plump grinning candle slowly materializes onto Beefwood's shoulder. It's the Pokémon from Mr. Foster's photo! The Litwick looks down on you three from its perch with an enormous grin, as if taking an immense delight in something you don't know, and you tense up in the face of this known unknown."Goddamn it," Dan mutters, clearly not pleased by the possibility of a second phase."T-T-Tobyyyy..." the empty husk of the researcher groans softly. "... be a good ... assistant."[Ehhhhhehe... I'll see you guys around, alright kiddo?] A hushed, almost perverse voice of a child lazily drawls in your ears. Its body becomes far too light and you sense a buildup of energy from the 'mon so you step quickly to put yourself in front of Dan again—>Tobio uses Flash!>A blinding FLASH lights the area!There is only white light now and then the sounds of tremendous footsteps getting further and further away...>The TYPE M2-TB2 has fled.
>>6380382Victory Theme (Mezzanine Stairs - Questionable Victory) https://youtu.be/ojD4qbdQZZsDan quietly takes out a cigarette and lights it using a smoldering trash flame nearby. His jaw is set but his limbs go lax as he breathes out slowly, his head turned towards the dying flames.Meanwhile, you're standing there, lost in thought. It had an accomplice. Of fucking course it does, everyone has got to have a partner in this day age. Man's other best friend.GodDAMN IT! Now there's that fucking freak of nature running amok, going who knows where, to murder some other poor bastards like you another day. Your head starts to spin with all these unresolved implications, so you force yourself to focus on what's at hand. Or, rather, what's on your hands. You dematerialize and rematerialize, letting the blood and gore fall from your form in a heap. A filthy pile forms. You poke at some of the half-formed viscera with your pointy foot. Is that... part of a heart? There's fucking half-melted organs in this shit... God...You put your head into your hands and try not to vomit. The stench of rotten bilious blood is in your head. How was that thing still fucking kicking after that? You walk over to Dan because you really need a cigarette to get your mind off things right now. You stop as you feel something wet tug-slap the hem of your badass coat.<Whu... Oh, it's you.> You look down to see the grinning face of the Tinkatuff immediately sour.[Stop doin' that, Trainer! We're friends now 'n all, but ya can't just waltz into my head like that!] Her voice gurgles like a girl facedown in three inches of slime.[O-Okay...] You face the creature now with some mild confusion. It's a little disorienting how chipper she was during the fight and now still. [Okay, what do you want from me, huh?][How some praise and a thank you for helping out, jeez!] she says, smiling very audaciously. [I put so much effort in my little trick right there, and then that other guy comes and completely drops what I was putting up for you! Ugh! Can you believe that? It was gonna be a cool one-two, you 'n me, pow-pow combo kinda deal, y'know?]The slime thing pops her pointing finger into her mouth for a moment, deep in thought. She smiles again. [Aw, what the hell! I'm a forgiving lass, the other guy can stay! He better not mess things up between us again though!] The weird fairy points at you. [Five thousand years, you and me!!!]You stay quiet for a moment and think. Though it's insanely obvious, a cursory skim of her mind shows that she's absolutely still brimming with vital energy. She's not fucking with you and none of what she's saying is a joke, to both herself and you. Maybe.
>>6380388Where do you even begin with this slimebeast thing? >[What even are you?]>[Do you have a name?]>[Uh, hey, whatever you did with the stars, that was pretty cool. What was that?]>[I'm not the Trainer here, Dan is.] You point a thumb towards the man in question. [... you know I'm not a human, right?]>Tell Dan to call for a medic for Mr. Roster. This will, of course, cost a LOT of money, but you're banking on Mr. Foster footing his own bills.>WRITE IN.There's a flash of red light as Mr. Roster is recalled. Mr. Foster stands up with a huff and brings the Pokéball to his eyes. "'Stable.' Thank Christ..." Mr. Foster says in his ridiculous nasal voice. "Oi Dan, we've got to get a move on." Dan looks over and stares in the tinted lenses of Mr. Foster with a peculiar look in his eyes...DAN>"Fuck you, pay me." You're DONE. You signed up for shakedowns and a little bit of action, not this zombie apocalypse experiment shit. Get whatever money you can get out of this rat and leave.>"Hey man. I think you dropped this." Start beating the shit out of Mr. Foster until he cries. Rob him for everything he's got. With his brute of a 'mon down, it's not like he's in any position to fight back.>"Garcian, with me." Enter the house of the former researcher. You'll find out the answers yourself. Well, you're just here for the loot, Garcian can figure something out.>"So what happens now?" Let Mr. Foster decide what to do next. Maybe he has some choice things to say about this.>WRITE IN.SWITCH TO DAN'S PERSPECTIVE?>Yes>NoGARICAN POINTS: 7 -> 14 (Saved your brother's life again.)
>>6380392GARCIAN:>[I'm not the Trainer here, Dan is.] You point a thumb towards the man in question. [... you know I'm not a human, right?]>[Do you have a name?]SWITCH TO DAN'S PERSPECTIVE?>YesDAN:>"So what happens now?" Let Mr. Foster decide what to do next. Maybe he has some choice things to say about this.
>>6380392>[I'm not the Trainer here, Dan is.] You point a thumb towards the man in question. [... you know I'm not a human, right?]>[Do you have a name?]And>"So what happens now?" Let Mr. Foster decide what to do next. Maybe he has some choice things to say about this.But also maybe indicate the researcher's house? Perhaps there's healing stuff somewhere for Roster because fuck that was brutal on him>Yes
>>6380392>>6380413+1 to this
>>6380392>[What even are you?]>[Do you have a name?]>"Garcian, with me." Enter the house of the former researcher. You'll find out the answers yourself. Well, you're just here for the loot, Garcian can figure something out.>Yes
>>6380392>>[Do you have a name?]>"Hey man. I think you dropped this." Start beating the shit out of Mr. Foster until he cries. Rob him for everything he's got. With his brute of a 'mon down, it's not like he's in any position to fight back.>Yes
QM?
SLIMEBEAST Yapping (ITAZURA MADNESS OST - Nevada Breeze (Menu)) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9DlSbu29Ef0[So...] You fill the air, trying to get your bearings with this creature. You can't remember the last time you've talked with someone with this much energy.[Sooooo?][Do you have a name?] You decide to start things off simply.[Tinkatuff!] she says cheerily.[That's not a name.][Sure it is!] Her lower mouth sticks out a viscous tongue. [That's a whole lot better than "you", "blob thing", "fat thing", "slimeball", "you little fah-king shit", "corrosion type variant"—][Right, right, I get the picture.]She stares at you for a long minute, humming wordlessly, then her grin widens, her mouths open, and she breathes in a little, as if she's conceived her most ingenious idea yet. [Hey, why don't YOU give me a name then, Mister?][It's Garican.][Well, Mister Garcian,] she huffs. [Give me a name then, why don't you? A real fitting one. One that I can put over the fireplace. Pretty please? We're friends, right?][Well, uh, what?] you splutter. [Look, we just met and I don't know a single thing about you...][Look, I don't know who you are either, but you look like a top percentage trainer. I've only known you 5 minutes but it feels like 15 years!] Two blobby hands are clapped together with a wet smack. [And I know this is weird to say, but I feel a strong bond between us already! So therefore, as my trainer, you are OBLIGATED to give me a nice name!]>Do you want to give a nickname t—The beast lets out a muffled shout as you put your hands on her face and push her away as gently as you can. [Slow down already, Jesus Christ. You can't rush these kinds of things. It's not like nabbing a last minute Christmas present because you're forced to.] [Hmm. I don't think "Jesus Christ" has a nice—][Just be quiet and let me think already,] you growl out.The creature pouts but goes mercifully silent for the moment. She's coming on a little strong, laying it on a bit thick, isn't she? It does feel kinda nice but...You think for a moment about her request, then you think again about all the odd things she's been saying. [There you again with that "Trainer" stuff. Do I really look like a human being to you?][Gehehe?][Look at me, Tinkatuff.] You point at your frowning face. The slime thing raises her shaggy curtain of hair to get a real good look at you, then she turns to Dan behind you, then back at you.
>>6384594[Aah, so it's like that, huh. I understand everything now.] She drops her hair, crosses her arms, and nods sagely. Then she leans in and flashes an OK sign with a carefree smile.[Okkē! No problemo! All you need is just a stupid hat to be a human being then! All trainers need to have stupid hats, of course. I read a story on the DEATHNET where a Pokémon put on a stupid hat and fooled the professor into giving her a Pokédex and a new partner and everything was just absolutely hunky dory. Most scientists have Tyrantumsaurus Rex vision or something, so that's why they have glasses.]Her smile widens and she wriggles in place. [Ohhhh, yeahyeahyeah! You should get a really big hat, Garcie! That'll definitely give you lots of human points!][Don't you ever call me that ever again,] you say with absolute revulsion dripping in your tone. [And that's not how things work. People aren't stupid.]You thought she might be fucking with you at first, but there's that childish naive-seriousness where she completely believes everything she's saying. [Of course it does! You really think anyone would go on the DEPTHNET and tell lies? 'Sides, you come off more as a trainer than a Pokémon in my books.] [What—?][Here, lemme ask ya: do you like fighting other Pokémon?]Caught off guard by the sudden switch up, you can only respond with honesty to the apparently simple question. [No... Not at all,] you admit.[See? I'm right again! Just what kind of Pokémon doesn't like to fight?]You're about to protest, but find yourself going very quiet as you realize the words are already in the air. It stings to admit it and it stings even more that someone else immediately catches on. Shit. You grimace pretty hard. You just had to go and admit something in front of a woman-thing.And well, to be Frank, fighting is fucking terrifying. You like it when you beat the crap out of the other guy in front of Dan and WIN, and it's nice watching the matches on television, but then there's those fights in the maintenance halls, nothing like the ones on TV, with all the moves and money being thrown about and the trainers yelling at each other and always some poor bastard stalling for his life because he realized the shit that he's in. Then, even further, are the real fights, where the guns come out and the screaming starts and no one, not even the trainers, are safe...... sissy... [W... What?] The thought cuts through your reminiscing like a chainsaw through guts. You stare directly into where the Tinkatuff's eyes should be. Your eyes narrow. [What did you say?][Huh? But I didn't say a thing?] She leans back and stares back at you with an almost indignant expression. Almost being the keyword, because you taste the faintest bit of amusement radiating off her. [You should get your ears checked man. Totally. Hmph.]
>>6384600[Just lay off me already. I don't like fighting,] you snap back. You're getting sick of this conversation already. [Lots of Pokémon don't like to fight either. You got a problem with those guys too?]The two of you hold each other's gaze. There's an all-too pleased look leaking onto her face that she can't suppress and she's gone very quiet. Just out of pure reflex, curiosity even, you decide to take a quick peep at what she's thinking so damn loudly about...... PENIS PENIS PENIS... You close your eyes and turn away with a grimace at this brat's stupid little prank. That's all you let yourself do. If you cover your ears or do something else, she'll take it as an even bigger win and you're certainly not giving her that. [Just go away already so I can think about your new name, alright?][Shure! I'll do the same thing!]You shuffle down the hall. She follows right behind. You absolutely know that she has shit-eating grins on both her faces.... legs of smoked hams, finely processed meat products...For some reason, even without the familiar psychic connection you've had for most of your life, you know exactly how it feels to be Dan in this moment.Do you want to give a nickname to TINKATUFF? >Boduica.>Aoi. >Yu.>FATFUCK.>Nah, TINKATUFF is fine.
>>6384602>FATFUCK.Obviously.
>>6384602>Aoi.
>>6384602You are Dan Smith and you feel strangely untroubled. Everyone survived and that's the absolute best outcome to this horrific scenario. So what's with all this... lingering disappointment?"Right, lead the way, Foster." You put your hands in your pockets and follow close behind. No time to think about it now.Behind you, you hear Garcian bickering with the new Pokémon he grabbed during the fight. It looks like a really stupid version of the one he kicked the ass of earlier. Your gut instinct tells you its a weird Poison type variant, probably crossbred with a Grimer. Maybe you can sell it and that Trubbish back in the house to someone else if things don't work out again. This job better be worth that 30,000 Poké you were promised."Hmm..." Mr. Foster pauses and looks around as if looking for something. You find it first. Just beneath a smoldering pile of trash, hidden from his sight, is his double barrel shotgun.For a brief but vivid second, you think of beating the shit out of Mr. Foster. You wonder if you'd see the eyes behind those tinted lenses. It would be easy too, a man without his monster...But instead, with a light smile, you grab the gun and hand it to him with the barrel downwards. "Hey Foster, I think you dropped this.""Aha. Appreciate it, mate." He graciously takes the weapon back and makes an OK symbol."So what happens now?""Well, I'm only here to collect my bit of rent. Hah hah... Danny, I need you to do some sleuthing and find out what exactly happened here." Your mystery employer stands at the darkened doorway and produces a absolutely ostentatious lighter in bright crimson with gold outlines. With a single flick of his wrist and a smooth click, the zippo ignites—BEEFWOOD'S LAIR (Kevin Martin - After The Party) https://youtu.be/OaVkQ6tIYvcBy the faint light of the lighter, you see concrete walls, shattered furniture, papers spilling out like loose guts, and so, so, so much trash. There is the stench of cloying miasma in the air, the smell of a body left to rot for days and days in the darkness, something which you never can and never will forget. It's not looking good already. Your eyes water as you uselessly cover your nose with the cheap polycotton of your shirt. You're suddenly very envious of the thick gas mask Mr. Foster has over his face."Well, this is a real crock of shit, innit?" Mr. Foster feigns some good humor, but his grimace comes through."Mmmhkk." You cough and swallow hard."I'll have to hire a cleaner for this kind of mess. Get out the kind of stench. Clear Smog'll get the corpse stench out of the air, but bloodstains and everything else..." He snaps his fingers. "Pick a room and start looking, Dan. Let me know if you find anything."
>>6384620>DC: 70>Three anons, roll 1d100 each.[CARGO TECHNICIAN TRAINING] - Guaranteed one success in searching. Cargonia, the land of stolen things.0 SUCCESSES: Well, you tried. Not a lot remains here but trash. Mr. Foster says he's found something, at least. (Nada.)1 SUCCESSES: You've found something of Beefwood's that's a little interesting. It's better than nothing, at least. (Something infomative...)2 SUCCCESSES: Your cargo senses are tingling. Now THIS is a real pretty find rig— "Found something, Danny?" (Something technical...)3 SUCCESSES: You've found something you shouldn't have. It's yours now. You ought to keep it away from Mr. Foster. (Something dangerous...)Where would you like to begin first?>Living Room. Papers, please. Maybe there's some information you can use..?>Kitchen. Messy but surprisingly rather scentless...>Bathroom. The door is blocked, but with some pushing...>Bedroom. The stench is strongest here...>WRITE IN.(Why'd you didn't you do that?)>Because this puffed up suit probably knows people who know people who could definitely punish you for robbing him.>Because turning him into a pulp is too much of a hassle right now and you're too tired to commit to it.>Because that'd be pretty fucking rude. Don't bite the hand that feeds you.>You think nothing of it and focus on the job at hand.>WRITE IN.
Garcian and Dan votes are both open. I just put Garcian's out first and then got caught up with Dan's side of the update.>>6383439Can't focus these days because of the errant hours of my work schedule. Sometimes, I feel like Garcian, but most of the time, I'm Dan. I'm also not a good QM.
Rolled 47 (1d100)>>6384621Buh.>Bedroom. The stench is strongest here...FOLLOW OUR NOSE.>Because that'd be pretty fucking rude. Don't bite the hand that feeds you.
Rolled 44 (1d100)>>6384621>Bedroom. The stench is strongest here...>Because this puffed up suit probably knows people who know people who could definitely punish you for robbing him.here goes nothing
Rolled 83 (1d100)>>6384621>Bedroom. The stench is strongest here...>You think nothing of it and focus on the job at hand.
Rolled 55 (1d100)>>6384602>Aoi lets not be too cruel when we weren't wronged>>6384621>Bedroom. The stench is strongest here...>Because that'd be pretty fucking rude. Don't bite the hand that feeds you.
>>6384627Yo, we got one success. Better than nothing.
>>6384602>Aoi. I like her.>>6384621>Bedroom. The stench is strongest here...As the sages once said, imagine the smell...>>6384622You're a fine QM, and I'm glad you're back. Sorry to hear things have been a slog with work.
>>6384602>Grimette
Rolled 73 (1d100)>>6384602>AoiGreen? Blue? It fits somehow>>6384621>Bedroom. The stench is strongest here...Professor would be super hot... if she wasn't a mutated freak. Look, I don't think mutation to this extent is that attractive. If you do, then by all means. Just not me, okay?>Because that'd be pretty fucking rude. Don't bite the hand that feeds you.We NEED the money. The landlord made that quite obvious
>>6384602>Aoi>>6384621>Bedroom. The stench is strongest here...Professor would be super hot... if she wasn't a mutated freak.>Because that'd be pretty fucking rude. Don't bite the hand that feeds you.
>>6385292Realized this looks like a samefag vote, anyways have some art
>>6385840Nice work!
