You are vaguely famous internet horse Cloppy. The knavish and evil wizard Snafagogo has cursed you with the ultimate burden of SPONTANEOUS HORSE DEBT!!! You have until page 10 to make and raise a million dollas otherwise the wizard Snafagogo will demolish your stable and all of its contents. So what'll you do?
>>6433156Page 10 on /qst/? We've got plenty of time!>Start by examining our fame a bit. What have we done thus far to become vaguely famous?
>>6433156Consider becoming a streamer on the streaming platform itwitch.tv. Maybe you could play horse games?
>>6433156I see the real challenge of this quest now.. WE GOT A SLOW QM!!
>>6433156We put on our robe and wizard hat.The legend of blood ninja will guide us.
>>6433156step 1: defecate in stablestep 2: smear horse manure into all the walls, evenly and thoroughlystep 3: default on wizard debt. Now when the wizard comes to demolish the stable, poo will fly everywhere he will smell very bad and his wizard robes will become soiled and dirty and smelly. Gallop and prance away in a horsey manner, with tremendous contentment
>>6433163our vague fame comes from our eccentric fashion related to our small business the lemorabellia stand where we sell lemons and lemon related merchandise. were also slightly known in the horse based poetry circuit youve been called the william mcgonagall of oat based poetry you post the footage onto your clip clop account.>>6433166the lemorabellia stand only pulls in enough cash for us to afford a phone and our phone bill>>6433191(OP here interruptin the flow of the quest to apologize to you and all the other kind anons in my thread im doin the drawfag shit on a laptop without a mouse so imma be slow also if my post id looks different i just had the internetman fix the line)>>6433192We try on our wizard hat but we lack the robes were struggling to find out where they went but atleast we look dashing in the hat sadly the blood ninja omnigeisha cannot guide us lest we have the full fit>>6433204tragically anon were a horse of refinement and class so this is beneath us
>>6433274Firstly, conduct an extensive geopolitical analysis of the total addressable market for LEMONS. It turns out, apart from your horse lemon stall, nearly all of the world's supply of lemons is sourced from extremely dangerous unstable or hostile / rival regimes (pic related). Therefore, in the interests of NATIONAL SECURITY, lobby the government to prohibit imports of foreign lemons from these unfavoured countries, whilst simultaneously granting your lemon stall most favoured supplier status in the interests of nearshoring and repatriation of strategic lemon capabilities. Then you should announce to the entire world, you have developed the first ever ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE LEMON. You possess advanced sentience AI lemons that will automate all employment tasks rendering the human workforce obsolete, as well as automated cybersecurity code interface penetration test lemons capable of generating such persuasive anime girlfriend romance dialogue, the Chief Technology Officers of any top secret classified cyberprogram will instantly fall in love with them, and practically scream out all their security clearance passwords in desperation even as they pant lustily and propulsively clutching their phones or keyboards whilst shredding their underpants in a moistened sex frenzy. Such is the power of the AI Lemon! It must never fall into the nefarious hands (hooves?) of any adversary! If anyone asks about the vaunted AI Lemon, "May I see it?" the answer is Neigh
>>6433343if we stand upon a tall pile of skulls, we can see further, and thus explore our opportunities. It would be unwise to trust second hand skulls, and factory farmed skulls are unethical. Thus we need to go harvest some skulls.
>>6433274>Sue SnafagogoHis curse of SPONTANEOUS HORSE DEBT! has no legal basis! Snafagogo is liable so Snafagogo must pay!
>>6433192(also thank you kXR4QljJ anon, I found that legend of Blood Ninja cyber text I had not heard of it but now I have read it, it was very funny tee hee hee)http://www.megalomaniac.com/~andrew/funny/bloodcyber.html
Alternatively, having learnt of the enthusiastic exploits of a certain Bonnie Blue, adopt the name BLACK BEAUTY and then offer to film yourself giving nonstop BAREBACK BEACH RIDES with 1000 applicants within the space of 24hrs. Upload the video recording to PonyFans and expect to receive at the very least one milllion in earnings, if not even more
>>6433156> Set up a Kickstarter and get money in exchange for kicking Snafagogo
>>6434805>>6433376>>6433348>attempt to find a lawyer>build ziggurat PILLAR OF SKULLS>attempt to fund kickstarterYou try to establish a desperate plea for funding on kickstarter, whose mission statement is to bring creative projects to life for everyone, just about anything, except for a project that involves starting to kick wizards. Infuriatingly, kicking and starting both violate kickstarter Terms And Conditions. You want to dispute these unreasonable commercial conditions. If only you had a lawyer...Unfortunately, all of the lawyers are very busy, they are either working overtime on the Anthropic and delayed OpenAI IPO filings, or relentlessly pursuing vicious criminals accused of copyright infringement and serving them DMCA takedowns. By climbing onto a tower of skulls, you do see one free lawyer, who is momentarily idle whilst sat pleasurably on the toilet, but before you can reach him, the last available lawyer is suddenly devoured by a dinosaur
>>6435211If we don a clever moustache disguise, and perhaps glasses with comically large eyebrows and a human nose...a hat...a trench coat...we may be able to assume a new legal identity and leave the previous legal individual to it's fate, skating away to a comfortable new live as a ski instructor or some shit.or...Just do a lot of Horse cocaine instead of any of that.
>>6435346you have successfully adopted a HORSE DISGUISE comprising of pink star-shaped Elton John sunglasses, a Hitler moustache, a Hasidic tall hat, and a Neo bullet time baclwards-dodging Matrix Trenchcoat. This disguise will help temporarily avert the attention of the nefarious DEBT WIZARD... for now. You do not believe this disguise is amenable towards training to become a ski instructor; the itchy moustache ensures that you must devote your entire exertions and concentration to prevent yourself from unleashing a HORSE SNEEZE
>>6435384Your disguise was so good, that briefly you believed yourself to be under the assumed control of another entity, malevolent and old. That was an absurd notion, as absurd as the cocaine and pudding business that your new persona established, possibly creating need for an all new series of issues and solutions... Like escaping a cartel, intelligence agency, and Tito; the transsexual a-sexual from Belize who feels you were once an interactive adult theater actor of some ill-repute. Your memory of that time is foggy due to all the cocaine and pudding.You also really have to sneeze, or fart. Though you are unsure if either action should be trusted.
>>6435391In your newfound HORSE DISGUISE, you ponder the means to escape the hideous immiseration of the crushing debt clutches of the evil wizard, SNAFAGOGO. It is known that he lives in a MAGICAL DISCOTHEQUE surrounded by armed Go-go dancers, gyrating to high BPM techno music, they are employed as a result of Snafagogo's military contracting, capturing ever more and more recruits to exhibit in his evil cages and NEON TRAPEZEs. Similar to the questionable gender identity of his warrior legion of Go-go dancer enforcers, the discotheque fortress of Snafagogo is nearly impregnable
Rolled 15 (1d20)>>6435394nearly impregnable perhaps..but not unimpregnatable. Once we seduce and make love to the fortress itself, our hybrid offspring, half horse, half fortification, will crush our enemy!I roll to seduce the fortress, pitting guile and charm against glitz and glam.
Rolled 97 (1d100)you attempt to aggressively mount the COLOSSAL DISCOTHEQUE FORTRESS of the evil debt wizard Snafagogo, without asking for consent first. This will be a perilous endeavour...abs(subtracted difference between this 1d100 roll - 15)ie >>64353960-19 you breach the discotheque fortress! An ENTRY PASSAGEWAY is discovered!!20-39 You can see a potential entrance, but it looms high above you out of reach, nestled amidst the rocky crags, scintillating disco glitterballs and seizure-inducing neon strobe lighting40 or more Nonconsensual fortress lovemaking results in an embarrassing FRICTION BURN shredding your disguise. One element of your lovingly assembled pristine outfit >>6435384>>6435391is slightly creased or dimpled
>>6435400A savage case of shabbedry befell the hero horse...hurridly. No longer fly, nor dapper, the disguise was unfit for entry into the sanctum of the COLOSSAL DISCOTHEQUE FORTRESS of the evil debt wizard Snafagogo.A new round of considerations would have to be undertaken.PLAYERS?!!!WHAT THE FUCK WILL YOU DO?!>Hulkamania x Swedish pop sensation Abba>Tap into the Australian sensation of Greasytales/ Sexual Lobster for guidance.>Do a Barrel roll>Ignore this post because it is not gv+oev/k!!!!
>>6435404>>6435400To your utter bedraggled despair, not only has your failed discotheque fortress fornication disarrayed your formerly pristine disguise outfit - it has also drawn the formidable attention of AGNETHA Faltskog, a monstrous two-headed Go-go dancer warrior attendant of the evil debt wizard Snafagogo. Emerging from the screaming grinding metal neon dancer chain cage portcullis of the dread disco fortress, Agnetha The Hulk snorts and advances menacingly, and eyes your broken and shattered pair of pink Elton John sunglasses with immense disapproval accompanied by a frightening maniacal leer
>>6435407You quail and tremble before the terrifying presence of this two-headed horror. Moments before AGNETHA the HULK moves to pulverise the life out of your enfeebled frail horsey physique, the fiendish complot of the debt wizard Snafagogo is revealed to you, in this bloodcurdling premonition of the future - endless military bases conscripting enslaved debt prostitute comfort women, forcing them to dance nude beneath the ruthless juggernaut might of the militarised DISCO-INDUSTRIAL defense base, the last vestiges of their dignity stripped away to the seductively lilting and taunting temptress 1980s lyrics of "TOUCH ME NOW" from It Must Have Been Love by Roxette(sorry I don't know any Abba songs)timestamp 29sechttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k2C5TjS2sh4&t=29sLay a whisperOn my pillowLeave the winterOn the groundI wake up lonelyThis air of silenceIn the bedroomAnd all around >TOUCH ME NOWI close my eyesAnd dream away...[Chorus]It must have been loveBut it's over nowIt must have been goodBut I lost it somehow...Is this to be your fate? No! Never! The debt slavery must end now! Thinking back to the lawyers, >>6433376>>6435211you unleash the unrelenting might of the technosorcery: DMCA TAKEDOWN against this hideous two-headed hulking abomination...
>>6435436Before the might of your technosorcery, the monstrous two-headed disco go-go ogre AGNETHA The HULK slumps immobile and vanquished beneath your feet, (hooves) and gibbers and drools slightly. The drool is thoughtfully and carefully pixellated, because bodily emissions are considered offensive and shockingly obscene. Hurrah! You have won! Victory!
Having conquered this implacable foe, you consider the gargoyle strewn grand stairway entry narthex to the DISCOTHEQUE FORTRESS of the vile debt wizard Snafagogo. It appears to be enshrouded in some shimmering blurred mist barrier, of constantly shifting iridescent colours, now purple, then pink, jade green, vermillion and xanthous porphyrian hues, bewildering and dazzling hypnotic chromatic entrancements - you could stare at this warped portal completely mesmerised for hours. In the middle of the swirling colour maelstrom gateway, there appears to be a levitating glyph that takes the form of a Slashed Eye. You clop your hooves together absentmidedly in puzzlement. How could this barrier be deactivated??
>>6435449have we tried a powerful magnet? the juggalo scholars of clown based magic could possibly create a great magnet of demistification to aid us in our quest
>>6435461>>6435449You enlist the expertise of juggalo clown rap artists to fashion a large HORRORCORE MAGNET in an attempt to breach the hypnotic Chromatic Barrier Of Everchanging Colours, the perplexing obstacle occluding the entryway to the debt wizard Snafagogo's Discotheque Fortress. After some consultation, a tense moment of axe murder acrimony as you avert your horsey gaze from the amply heaving bosom of passing carnival juggalettes, the Horrorcore Magnet completely fails to alter the Wizard Colour Barrier in any demonstrably significant way, as was to be completely expected. It does appear to pull an enormous KNIFE ANGEL effigy statue through the portal out of the wizard castle and into your lap, the enormous touring KNIFE ANGEL sculpture is fabricated from the beaten submissive amnesty of various surrendered criminal machetes blades and stabbing implements, kitchen utensils, some gardenings shears a sieve and that wire spool metal spongy scrubber thingy for rinsing sinks, this terrifying arsenal and armoury of underworld criminal murder weaponry has all been confiscated, you now feel very safe, suitably disarmed and distinctly deterred from committing any knife crime or clownish axe murder now. But frustratingly, the wizard colour mist barrier remains, FULLY ERECT fully deployed, it impedes your progress in smug silence
Follower GainedKNIFE ANGELConveys the ability to summon any household based common metallic utensil or tool, kitchen knife, skewers, shears, screwdrivers hammers, garden rake, spades, spoons and forks saucepans metal spatulas a whisk a sieve etc. Quantity remaining: 100,000 uses. Unfortunately the Knife Angel is a completely mute and nonconversant companion, you exchange mutually constipated knowingly sorrowful grimaces at each other, you instinctively feel this is a very poignant, powerful moment, worthy of deep contemplative lamentation and an emotional reckoning, though you are unsure as to its utility or purpose. Because of the constipation magicks inherently interwoven in its creation, the Knife Angel will refuse to physically slay or murder anyone, though it is not averse to killing any sense of national self-dignity or self-esteem(The SLASHED EYE glyph suspended before the Iridescent Wizard Blurred Barrier Of Ever-Changing Colours And Mists glowers malevolently, as the frame rate of your NVDA DLSS graphics powered Unreal Engine lighting simulation emits stuttered groans of sputtering protest)
The more you gaze into this loathsome SLASHED EYE glyph, even as it conjures infernal and hellish visions of a scorched wasteland befouled by bone and ash, and populated only by the skeletal dregs of the wretched and forlorn, a benumbed, wailing lifeless humanity shrieking pitiably in wordless torment and agony even as they claw out the hollowed sockets of their own empty and unseeing eyes - the more the onslaught of grotesque and fleshless excruciations of eldritch forebodings assail you. What harrowing horrors dwell within the black spire of the Debt Wizard's fortress? You are just a whimsical INTERNET HORSE - far too ill-prepared to confront the fearsome mastery of a DEBT MAGUS...
>>6435461>>6435503In desperation, you turn to the reliable comfort and solace of the gathered juggalettes... but TOO LATE - the hideous blurring CHROMATIC MIST emanating from the SLASHED EYE GLYPH has consumed them too... all that remains of once delightfully playful, voluptuous and nubile femininity, curvaceous fluorescent nonallergenic bodypainted contours together with the tasselled scent of marbled armpit and glitter boob, all that now remains: the ghostly obscuration of barely discernible indistinct yet tantalising vitreous smears. The SLASHED EYE blink-cackles mockingly...
>>6435505have we considered havin the knife angle summonin us a blade and pokin the glyph in its eye? like just one good poke and i think thatd end him
>>6435505We must reach deep into the depths of the Discothèque culture. We must feel the strobing lights in the dark, the poppers in our lungs, and the glitter in our veins, surging through a heart of glass.We must walk our enemies on a long black leash, we must...unleash...The Sex Dwarf. Sadly we do not have a sex dwarf. but we do have a knife angel, a ball gag, and a gimp mask. It was in our pocket all along. We can use this to bypass the sentinel gaze of the baleful SLASHED eye, not out of stealth, but out of it succumbing to RAW DESIRE.https://youtu.be/EqGcn2ZmSjM
>>6435534You cajole and plead for some vorpal instrument of violence from the impassive KNIFE ANGEL, who gazes suspiciously at your HITLER MOUSTACHE as well as Columbine High School shooting attire / Neo Matrix TRENCHCOAT fashion. >>6435384However, something about the twinkling winsome innocence of your INTERNET HORSEY EYES adorably persuades the constipated KNIFE ANGEL to reluctantly relent; from the secretive marsupial recessed depths of his crotch he pulls forth the most forbidden and lethally consecrated weapon available in all the land, the ferocious and vicious VORPAL ANTI-STAB KNIFE, it features a rounded blade tip with a modest minimal point recessed beneath the upper blunted semicircular edge. It is literally impossible for anyone to inflict any injury at all with this Vorpal Anti-Stab Blade, beyond irrecoverable self-esteem injury and humiliation to its wielder.
>>6435534>>6435618Nonetheless, armed with this blunted mishap of a blunder you ascend to the dreaded gateway spire of the Discotheque Fortress, Anti-Stab Blade clenched in determination between your horsey gums and teeth. Upon reaching the pinnacle, you attempt to stab the hideous SLASHED EYE, to no discernible effect, maybe a tiny mosquito bite depth pinprick, the SLASHED EYE glyph blink-chortles in mocking derision. But suddenly, you recall the immortal words of Alan Rickman:SHERIFF Of NOTTINGHAMLocksley, I'm gonna cut your heart out with a spoon! (...)GUY Of GISBORNEWhy a spoon, cousin? Why not an axe? or somethi-SHERIFFBecause it's dull, you twit! It'll hurt more!Moments later, after repeated psychotic gougings and scrapings, besplattered in the eviscerated fountain of gore and cascades of gristle, meaty bulbular pulp, optical sclera, veined eye stalk and a tangle of severed faintly pulsating arteries, you survey your handiwork with immense satisfaction! The malevolent CHROMATIC ENTRYWAY of iridescent blurred mist that impeded your progress appears to have been dispelled, all of a sudden several naked jugalettes materialise out of nowhere with a honk and bouncy clownish pop, the jugalettes flee whooping and jiggling into the distance leaving nothing but a trail of buttock shaped bodypaint imprints the only tentative trace of the mysterious brevity of their censored presence and subsequent abrupt departure. Once again you have emerged undaunted and victorious, against the now defeated and dismembered SLASHED EYE guardian of the Discotheque Fortress, you canter / horsey gallop boldly into the stagnant darkness and cruel demesne of the EVIL DEBT WIZARD SNAFAGOGO...!
>>6435542(You also affix a mask onto the KNIFE GIMP, who responds inwardly with a plaintive wordless constipated expression)Within the wizard fortress there is a bidirectional placard pointing towards the NORTH and WEST. The circumvallated interior of this heavily fortified discotheque appears to have been ingeniously designed to resist siege, architecturally adorned with ravelins and spiked outworks, crenellated embrasures, ramparts arrow-slits murder-holes and machiolated parapets. All of this appears to now have been appropriately repurposed as some sort of convention centre for corporate hospitality, banking conferences, investment roadshows and morale-building human resources teamworking group offsitesThe NORTH placard innocuously reads, Effective employee onboarding: role-specific training for damsels in distress! First day orientation, overview of health and safety, compliance policies and ongoing check-ins with a friendly mentor-torturer buddy!!The WEST placard monotonously reads,Economic symposium for structural changes in financial markets and the conduct of Monetary policy. I am a representative of the late Mutassim Billah son of Muammar no other persons know about this money or pertaining to his account I am therefore seeking a reliable person to deposit this amount of USD 1,000,000 dollahs one million if I do not remit this moneys urgently I will be forfeited to the government treasury account as an unclaimed fund please respond immediately to my private email address...
>>6435631Oh yeah, right, II just forgot something, man. Uh, before we dock, I think we ought to discuss the bonus situation.
>>6435631Clearly....CLEARLY...this is the way to go. By working with the representative of the late Mutassim Billah son of Muammar, and posing as none other than....the EVIL DEBT WIZARD SNAFAGOGO...we can deposit this fellow's investments into Snafagogo's account, thus fixing everything. forever.
>>6435845>>6435655>>6435631You were just a whimsical gentle internet horse, all you wanted was to sell your lemon memorabilia unmolested by evil debt wizardry,>>6433274 without having to commit unconsenting discotheque fortress fornication, battle two-headed go-go dancer wrestler monstrosities or mutilate internet censorship cyclopean eye beholders, but now a brief glimmer of hope presents itself - what if you were to RE-HYPOTHECATE the convenient deposit 1 million dollahs of this entirely trustworthy accredited foreign entity, use CIRCULAR FINANCING of his deposit as collateral to relieve your own onerous debt burden? Could this work?? Would you become possibly a DEBT WIZARD yourself, after this startlingly brilliant act of institutional recapitalisation?This fleeting anticipation of escape, of joyful emancipation from your plight even amidst the medieval gloom of this militarised discotheque brings a upwelling of poetic bliss. In this ephemeral respite from indebtedness and despair, the dishevelled rudiments of your Hitler moustache hasidic hat pink sunglasses and active shooter trenchcoat fall away, the glorious equine majesty of your natural horsey physique is restored and rejuvenated. All of a sudden an uplifting and unbidden poetic refrain from the esteemed poet William McGonagall echoes within your mind as a calming breeze wafts past your horsey mane:Then King Edward ordered his horsemen to charge,Thirty thousand in number, it was very large;They thought to o'erwhelm them ere they could rise from their knees,But they met a different destiny, which did them displease;For the horsemen fell into the spik'd pits in the way,And, with broken ranks and confusion, they all fled away,But few of them escap'd death from the spik'd pits,For the Scots with their swords hack'd them to bits;(...)
Oh no! It was of course A TRAP! The devious debt wizard has filled his discotheque siege fortress with fiendish SPIKE TRAPS! To ensnare and impale the unwary and hopeful innocents! Did shedding your cunning disguise - this transient lapse of vigilance - cause the panoptican surveillance gaze of the debt wizard Snafagogo to re-assert itself, encroaching upon your doomed fate? You are doomed! You are beset by piercing puncturing lacerating rusted spiculated spearpoint spikelets from all sides!! Is this the End??
>>6435950>>6435947Even as you a trapped and immured within this inescapable trap spike pit of spiculated spearing spikelet doom, overhead you can hear the horrifying voice of yet another one of the EVIL DEBT WIZARD MINIONs taunting and mocking you. It belongs to a hideous troll like being, known only as MOGG The MANDIBULAR. You hear the derisive voice of this mutated abomination alternately snarling and taunting, as he points and laughs at your miserable predicament:MANDIBULAR-AHAhAhaHA! Bro really thought he was the main character! He was fully locked in, doing the absolute most, only to get completely liquidated by a single stare! The Timeline Of A Tragedy:-Bro is actively jestergooning for validation-simultaneously pleamaxxing to boost his stats-gets judgemogged by a certified elite-immediate, catastrophic aura bankruptcy-cortisol levels SPIKED straight to heavenCurrent status:aura: -9999999999999vibe: terminatedskill: skill issueBro literally minmaxxed his way into the gulag. Drop an F in chat for his remaining respect, because he is never financially recovering from this level of embarrassment!!
>>6435975we would have died, if not for the fact that our horse body is solid Schrodinger's Quark Degenerate Matter. The fools. The arrogant fools.It didn't have to be this way, but now they called down the thunder.
>>6436033>QUANTUM MECHANICS (QM intervention)At the moment of maximum desperation and impending doom, just before the spiked walls close in, despite your best efforts at undervolting at 850mV profile in summer ambient temperatures the pathetic 5nm taiwanese transistors in your NVDA graphics card melt and sizzle, the dynamic lighting of your surroundings the discotheque illumination glitter balls combined with guttering lambent flickering torches seated in their medieval wall sconces reflecting off the pitted metal spike surface textures all of this is just too much for the graphics rendering pipeline and Unreal engine to handle, aggressive thermal performance throttling kicks in, resulting in your frames per second nosediving, the image completely freezes you use this brief reprieve and interruption to contemplate your predicamentWhilst the spike trap appears completely inescapable, and the relentless looksmaxxing taunts of Mandibular above you are thoroughly demoralising, you notice Mandibular appears to be a devotee of the facesmashing phenomenon, a technique to enhance masculinity and attractiveness as well as sexual market value by bashing oneself in the face repeatedly in order to alter and resculpt the jawline and maxillofacial musculature. As a result of this advanced technique Mandibular appears to possess an extraordinarily extended and ENLENGTHENED CHIN, jutting forth belligerently from his physiognomy and offering a promising handhold (hoof hold??) if only there was some way to lure him closer within a graspable distance towards the spike trap pit edge...
>>6436051Suddenly an idea comes to mind - having shed your shameful dishevelled former disguise, you now proudly assume your GLORIOUS MAJESTIC EQUINE HORSE FORM, >>6435845tossing your mane with a flawlessly beauteous air of nonchalant arrogance, you proclaim that despite Mandibular's exaggerated canthal tilt hunter eye predatormaxxing he is in fact a total stat fraud, he will never be able to ascend towards the natural refinement and grace of the ALPHA HORSE, he has been one-shotted and turbo-nuked by this the peak performance, and is only now in fact clocking PEAK COPE in front of the aura PAWGs. You then boastfully and immodestly exhibit your powerfully CHOPPED horse physique. As Mandibular seethes with immense and increasing fury, you become only ever more calm-maxxed, frame-locked and snooze-pilled, this makes Mandibular SEETHE EVEN MORE, as he flexes and clenches and unclenches his fists and steroid jawline inching towards the edge of the pit... whereupon you grab his ENLENGTHENED CHIN (it feels a bit slimy, the moisture of an amphibian dermal glaze) and yank yourself to FREEDOM! Mandibular's cortisol levels are instantly SPIKED with inarticulate rage, and he subsequently falls shrieking into the SPIKED disco dungeon GOON PIT. You have BRUTALLY HORSEMOGGED Mandibular! It's NEVER BEEN MORE OVER!
>>6436052(item gained)FACESMASHER CHEEKBONE (Mandibular)A grotesquely engorged and distended section of jawline and attached cheekbone, detached from Mandibular as you made your successful escape from the hidden spike trap discotheque dungeon GOON PIT within the evil debt wizard's fortress lair. The flanged and chiselled machismo of this jawbone was achieved through abuse of anabolic steroids, peptides and growth hormones, as well as self-administered repetitive face-bashing exercises, resulting in an extremely aggressive ultramasculine intimidating mountain of muscle mass hunter-killer predator look. It probably dubiously enhances charisma and sex appeal, to the point of looking gay
You are beginning to wonder if this Discotheque Fortress of the wicked debt wizard Snafagogo is nothing more than an endless BASTION OF PERVERSION when you stumble upon a sultry, rose-scented boudoir. Delicate petals and broken flower stems are strewn across the elegant interior, and all around are the exquisite furnishings of a lavish and secluded retreat from the harsh and unforgiving battlements beyond.A Piteous Prince sobs in anguish within:(The Tale Of Prince Chirayu)- O Noble Horse! I beg you, go no further! Hear my woeful tale, lest ye suffer such deplorable destiny, as dire and dreadful as mine own! There was never such a Prince as I, who once possessed a beloved and adoring wife, worthy of immortal praise - yet Alas! I was an ass! From this virtuous woman did my thoughts wander, faithlessly I strayed and sought to FLIRT with a slattern named LORNA, she a mere moneyer from the house of JP MORRIGAN; at first did I fervently resist her advances - yet this LORNA only became yet more insistent in her romances - these violent delights have violent ends!! Then did I flee from her protestations of Love, to the chase of her aggravations I gave a forceful shove - but now she besmirches my good name with a crime! When I dwell upon this shame, I cry every time...Suddenly, the Sobbing Prince contorts his face in horror:- Hark! List, O List! Methinks I hear her! She doth approach... Noooo! Aieeeee! You must flee! Flee...!! Aieeeeee, aieeeeeee!
Lorna The Flirt (Brust-Maschinen-Geschützturm-Kanone-Führerin-Panzer-Kampflaufer variant)Bristling with ARMOURED BOSOM CANNONS and Balkenkreuz insignias, this walking bipedal dieselpunk tank of the Third Reich towers menacingly above you, her oiled pistons mechanical sinews and hydraulic limbs glistening with savage and warlike threat as she barbarically dangles her ROBOTIC TANK LEG THIGH GAP a nest of churning drills, lancing needles and grinding serrated maw of sawtooth pincers and cutting and defleshing tools, above your head. From her backside a brief fiery plume of pyro-ignited flamethrower fuel flickers with a flatulent parpLorna The Flirt confronts your unwelcome intrusion with this deafening machine detonation of a thousand unmuzzled cannonades:-WET HUMANFACE LIE!! SEND YOU - HORSE - A SPY?? NOW YOU BOTH DIE!! ... and there is only the high-pitched spinning whine of dual chaingun turrets, cranking and revolving (they are located within the recessed shadows of her mecha-robotic fascist breasts), as she prepares to unleash a torrent of difficult to replenish expensive high calibre explosive munitions, towards your face...
Rolled 9 (1d20)>>6436056I roll to fuck the tank into submission.Also OP, you are a fucking maniac, and a relic of the past, this thread is like watching a T-rex stomp around the modern world. Thank you.
Rolled 62 (1d100)>>6436062Undiscouraged from your previous failed FORTRESS FORNICATION attempt, you now attempt to nonconsensually MOUNT MECHA-HITLER Lorna even as you scramble down the gunmetal heavy bore axis of her monobloc primary cannon, past a phalanx of howitzers and the bulging gun sponsons of her breasts, the voyeuristic slits of peepholes viewports and commander periscopes, her perfumed ventilation of intake grilles, fume extractors and diversionary fog launchers, the gentle caress of drive sprocket and her flaps... I mean, mudguard flaps, as you coyly seek to DUMP YOUR LOAD into her munition loading hatch - To your utter surprise, Lorna the Panzer-Kampflaufer responds passionately: "Oh! mein geliebter schwerer Gustav...! Komm zu mir... Ich wette, deine kleine asiatische Fischkopf-Frau hat nicht solche Kanonen...!" she moans ecstatically in a delirium of screeching and shearing metallic pleasure, followed by a heavy, reverberating KERRR-CH-CHHUNNKK... clang! of a stubbornly RIGID 88mm KwK APCBC-HE penetrator round rolling eagerly into a molten, heated and completely ravaged, open hole. The Piteously Sobbing Prince Chirayu is aghast:-No! Traitor! I am betrayed and undone! By what heavenly mercies hast thou so cruelly won? This wicked engine through deceit and false influence - has wrought such promiscuity, and brought chastity to discontinuance! Such contumely and slander have I never beheld, though I do avert mine eyes I still imagine the smells... and what noises and belchings and moanings thou expelled! When the Wizard learns of this, he cannot but marvel...abs(subtracted difference between above 1d100 roll - 9)ie the result here >>64360620 -29 Afterwards you tenderly cuddle. Lorna ignores the sobbing Prince Chirayu, and offers considerately to escort you into the inner reaches of the wizard castle 30-59 It was good whilst it lasted, but Lorna is feeling a little tired now. Please leave60, or more: You blow your load. Pyroclastically and volcanically. The explosive eruption of your robotic artillery mecha-Hitler cannonfire sex blasts you on a high trajectory out of the wizard discotheque fortress, through the stratosphere and past the Karman Line, into the far reaches of outer space
>>6436076You now knew what it was like to be a Kh-47M2 Kinzhal. Your horse body blasting through the atmosphere and into the unknown, trailing a wake of highly ionized plasma and ejaculate.Make a choice---->Punch through the dimensional barrier, and shift universes to escape your denbt.>Accelerate fast enough to go back in time to before you had the debt and stop yourself from ever getting it.>land on the sun, set up a new race of half horse, half sun people, build an army, and let the debt come.>commit to a hyperbolic trajectory, using complex orbital mechanics to pick up more and more speed through the solar system, eventually returning back to earth at an appreciable fraction of C, to crash into the THIS WIZARD's BITCHIN' LAIR.
>>6436086(oh my god this is an amazing picture)>commit to orbital trajectory, return to EarthI think the wizard possesses INTERTEMPORAL INTERDIMENSIONAL DEBT POWERS the usury sorcery will relentlessly pursue the horse through time and space, through the multiverse and all conjectured imaginable paths through the light cone. So it is better to settle it once and for all in this life, not the next
>>6436086>>6436094After your fantastic mindblowing cosmic astral sex journey you crater back to Earth some distance from the wizard discotheque fortress, you are feeling very sore, just aches and pains all over from vigorous overexertion also a bit thirsty and restless and remorseful, stricken with post-coital depression you are not really sure what happened, if anything really happened maybe it was all a dream. Fortunately crumpled in your hoof is a suspiciously unburnt business card, as you squint you can make out some barely legible text in embossed font, but you have never heard of this JPMorrigan before, you have no idea what it means. What does the JP even stand for? Jigglypuff?? You also philosophically ponder the meaning of Morrigan, you delve deep into the mythological etymology of the Morrigan, Morr- probably like mortuary, so death, GAN is obvious, it is a generative adversarial network one of those early Artificial Intelligence experiments, so JPMorrigan probably means, Jigglypuff DEATH AI. Maybe they could help you with your debt problemAs you contemplate this impeccable and irrefutable analytical sequence of deductive reasoning, a small inquisitive child has approached you. Without asking for permission or consent he stretches a stubby hand to stroke your horsey mane, and then asks curiouslySHAYNE, a strange young boy-Are you a Unicorn? I want a unicorn! I bet you are a unicorn! Let's vote on it. If I win, I get to be the youngest unicorn! If you win... (the boy hesitates, a little unsure of himself. Suddenly he brightens and grins mischeviously) ... well you will never win. Ok let's play! UNICORNS!!!(You notice trailing behind Shayne is another silent red-headed girl. She gazes vacantly off into the distance)>(point at Shayne, concede grudgingly) Ok, I suppose... Yes, You are a unicorn>No I am the unicorn>We are both unicorns?>No-one is a unicorn. They do not exist>Look I really need USD 1 million dollahs to repay this evil debt wizard. Help me find this, I promise to get you a unicorn>This game is stupid. Like whatever I say won't your silent colluding girl companion just vote against it and then I lose the bet or something. There is probably some trick here it is so unfair!>Unicorns can only be captured by virgins. haha seethe more you incel>something else?
>>6436107>>something else?Kick both of their heads off while farting in the most horse like manner possible. Loot their bodies for 1 million USD.
>>6436112>ROUNDHOUSE KICK decapitate annoying puppet children, whilst expelling flatulence odours before your powerful equine hindleg muscles have even tensed, as you begin to inwardly coilspring compress the requisite simmering rage and intestinal combustible gases to roundhouse kick decapitate these infuriating children in the face, you see the red-headed girl child lurch suddenly over towards SHAYNE the peculiar boy, as she shows him a quick glimpse of something on her phone. Shayne frowns a little, and mutters-Luana tells me you are going to kick me in the head! Luana is psychic, she predicts the future perfectly. Ok please do not do that! Look, you can have this Art. Last I checked it is worth about half a thousandth of a unicorn. So nothing! UNICORNS!! They are the best! I am the youngest bestest unicorn ever!! (pic related is the Art)As you hesitate over this challenging appraisal and valuation of the monetary worth, merits appeal and market value of this puzzling 21st century artistic oeuvre portfolio consignment, you observe the silent psychic girl LUANA tugging more urgently and insistently on the sleeve of the peculiar and unabashed boy SHAYNE this time. Shayne frowns and his face appears clouded, but then his expression brightens opportunistically again-Luana tells me there is going to be a raid! They are always after us, with their guns and gas masks and black helicopters, because we are both so incredibly psychic. We see The Future completely perfectly. We have to hide now! Maybe under the Witch Mountain. They'll never find us! Just like unicorns! They are the best at hiding! Unicorns are just the best!(In your lust for loot, the children manage to escape entirely undecapitated, leaving only this disappointing artwork. The infuriating psychic children both skip gleefully away)
After your encounter with the psychic children SHAYNE and LUANA there is a lingering distaste dwelling in the frothy foam beneath your horsey gums, something about the world just does not feel right, maybe young children should not be allowed to wander around unregulated absent supervision as they make random wagers and trying to waylay strangers into betting against imaginary unicorns and things. Maybe there should be some form of mandatory age verification system- BUT NO! You slew the hideous SLASHED EYE glyph of the debt wizard chromatic blurred barrier! This is against everything you stand for? Or is it? The world is really confusing it is changing far too fast beyond the mental faculties and intellectual capacities of even a horse to comprehend. Maybe even you yourself as a horse have become epistemically obsolete, as once the horse was the emblem of martial power, conquest wealth and pride, men kidnapped their brides on the Steppe from the back of the horse, men worshipped the horse and the dual headed horse was the symbol of Hengest and HORSA conquerors of the woad-smeared men of the painted tribes, two horses pulling in two directions alternately intellectual and bestial within the vessel of the charioteer's mind was the symbolism of Phaedrus the allegory of desire and the human soul. Now after the internal combustion engine and the automotive and even the AI generated horse there is simply no market for your horsey labour toil and exertions, you are forced to survive on a vanishing pittance at the mercy of vengeful and capricious algorithmic internet pecuniary emoluments, and thus your CRUSHING WIZARD DEBT it is almost too cruel. And then in the back of your horseyhead you wonder if the debt increases, if the situation in the Strait Of Hormuz causes hyperinflation will your debt be eradicated and wiped out? Or is the debt inflation-linked? Does the debt amortise, does the interest accrue or is it merely repayment of face value principal? What if you could repay the debt in PIK notes with a toggle provision at some spread above SOFR, or securitise the debt in senior and unsecured lien tranches, and resell to private equity in endless mutual secondary market sales via private credit continuation vehicles, to ensure that exit events never expose the true underlying asset value?
These ponderings impress upon you the urgent need to LIQUIDATE YOUR PORTFOLIO and realise some tangible monetary value from your looted possessions so far. As you review your meagre collection of belongings, the list so far is this1 CONSTIPATED KNIFE GIMP (formerly Mournful Knife Angel)>>6435481>>6435475>>64355421 VORPAL ANTI STAB KNIFE (condition: used, besplattered in pulpy eye gore)>>64356181 FACESMASHER CHEEKBONE (with attached Mandibular jaw)>>64360531 WHATEVER THIS IS >>6436128 (pic related. you have no idea if this Art surrendered to you by the psychic child SHAYNE is even valuable)****As you saunter back towards the courtyard of the Debt Wizard Discotheque Fortress you are seeking urgently for a merchant or vendor or emporium of any sort, some location to offload your dubious treasures for proceeds to mitigate your crushing debt burden. And lo and behold, a vendor of sorts presents himself:In the middle of the fortress courtyard there is a SWORDSELLER; surrounding this Swordseller is a circle of twelve pristine and identical looking swords. The SWORDSELLER explains to you very quickly his difficulty:-Well as a horse I suppose you are not very interested in swords. That is my problem too! I really don't know anything about swords at all! You see I bought this merchandise for resale from a very devious looking sword MERCHANT. I don't know what it was but he kept turning sideways and rubbing his hands together and cackling in this sinister hunched beardy pose. It was very suspicious. I suspect he sold me one defective sword. But you see these swords all look completely identical! And I am not a blacksmith! I don't know anything about forging or swordplay and balance and all that, nothing at all! So there is one defective sword amongst the twelve, but it may be heavier or lighter, I don't know, the impure dross metal blended in could be of any weight! They are supposed to all be entirely identical in size, shape, dimensions, weight. Now all I have are these weighing scales. Maybe I should just weigh them one by one against each other? But I am so impatient! I don't have any time for this! What should I do? Help me solve this, and maybe I can help exchange your goods in trade too...>weigh 1 sword against 1 sword in the balance, either side>weigh 2 swords at a time each side>weigh 3 swords etc>weigh 4 swords each side...>weigh 5 swords either side against each other >weigh 6 swords? on both sides of the scale, isn't that all twelve at once?>draw a pair of swords and hack off the arms of the dungeonmaster who invented this puzzle
Did Souvarine actually run the QM out of his own quest?
>>6436181Yes anon that's just the kind of dickish cunt he is and this is why the majority of the board rightfully hates his annoying ass.
Rolled 3 (1d20)>>6436181>>6436303Guessing this is some sort of behind the scenes drama on discord or another medium. Don't even know who Souvarine is. Thought OP just jumped IDs due to shitpost quest.I do know this though. I don't care who is running the quest, so long as the content flows. These comments are getting fucked though.---Rolling a 1d20 to escape this quest through meta actions.
>>6436311In hubris, my roll was struck down. In arrogance, all falls into the dark. This shitpost was too sharp, too many blades, and now it cut too deep.
>>6436312Such is the fate of all who would defend Souvarine. Destined to have their penis destroyed forevermore.
Rolled 9 (1d20)>>6436313A duke nukem keychain will be used as sacrifice for: rolling for anti dick destruction reflective shield. I also have no idea who the fuck any of you nerds are or any of this lore. Will one of you continue the quest, like a maggot crawling into the husk of a snake, to give crude animation? Or do you only complain?
>>6436311>>6436322Honestly looks like you were having a blast, so I hope Souvy keeps posting here, good use of his creative mania. He linked to this in the /qtg/ and I just skimmed through and it seems like OP was gone for a day or two before he just seized the reins. Usually people wait a week or so before jacking some QM's swag. But hey, if you guys are having fun I think that's dope, so keep on keeping on.
>>6436327Its good to have an unhinged shitpost session that allows for brief moments of semi lucid textual artistry.As for quests, yeah, I suggest waiting a bit before hijacking, but I also suggest QMs have the fortitude to just come take it back, and either have a larf or if its a serious quest, retcon as needed.I'll always struggle to take 4chan too seriously. Sometimes some true art emerges here from the trolling and shitposts, but it seems skin is thinner these days. Maybe its just a sign of how little there is to hold onto. I must consider at great deliberation.---->>6436311>>6436322Foul magic struck the horse, it could neither escape, nor deflect, nor fornicate its way out of this mess.
>>6436303>>6436181>>6436311hey yall op here ive had some ruckus goin on in my life that made maintainin a thread on here a lil difficult but im glad to see it is in great hands i havent laughed more in my life im normally an /s4s/ /co/ /ck/ and /an/ poster so im used to slow postin anywhere here are some more cloppy horses ive drawn inspired by the thread
>>6436181>IGNORANCE>>6436303>HATE>>6436313>FEAR (of PENIS CASTRATION)As you gaze upon the SWORD-SELLER's arrangement of glinting naked blades, you are stricken by the paralysing terror of PENIS removal...Before you did the ASTRAL SEX this fear was unknown to you, because the incel lives the life of social castration regardless, what more can be taken from the degradation of the sexually downtrodden, the lowest of the low, the spurned and outcast and shunned - how can one take from those gelded eunuchs with nothing left to even give? >>6436322Yet even as you contemplate this, a powerful psychic revelation unfurls within your mind, for in the realm of the TECHNOSEXUAL nothing can ever be truly taken, the sex is endless overflowing and imaginatively abundant, a surging inundation and unstoppable raging flood, when you try to CASTRATE THE CYBER PHALLUS only to discover it is already FULLY DETACHABLE not only can the penis be severed and reconstituted like the dismembered corpse of Osiris within the fertile waters of the cybersexual Nile, but you can in fact MULTIPLEX THE PENIS upload download jerk-your-load penis travel instantaneously at the speed of light, simultaneously prodding it into multiple screens and touchscreens, a cathode ray tube, VR headset displays, a passerby's aapl watch (take that, poseur) or Snapchat Glasses, look an internet connected fridge? that too and how about googl maps or Waze live traffic in the car, maybe internet of things SCADA industrial control systems or those military or secured government SCIFs the omnipresent cyberpenis has defiled each and every one of them all. Because these PHYSICAL WORLD THREATS of Freudian castration fear-anxiety simply possess no power in the cyber realm, where anything can be imagined conjured and endlessly duplicated instantly into existence, YOU CANNOT CASTRATE THE INFINITY PENIS, maybe this is a linearithmic or n log (n) computational complexity operation, but it would be awkward futile and tiresome to threaten or even try
Perhaps then in the cyber imaginary realm this physical threat is of no relevance, but what manner of inadequacy reveals all about its wielder, without a word ever even being said?
>>6436420Thank you very much for creating this thread Original Poster k8NBIdtp anon! I really liked your original horse drawing it was very adorable and also I found the beginning narrative framing of the economic predicament of horse entrapment by a DEBT WIZARD very compelling! Of your new illustrations my favourite is the top right one, the MANTA RAY?? horse form (maybe Dumbo flying elephant ears horse?) that is a very peculiar image, the fat/squat horse and tall/enlengthened horse also interesting, I don't know if it was intentional placement but the see-through paper BARCODE HORSE on the left is also quite mysterious.I hope the "ruckus" in your life settles down and you manage to relax and take care of yourself. If you want to return to your original story in the thread I am happy to stand aside / reset and let you RESUME CONTROL...!Meanwhile I will leave the SWORDSELLER puzzle here for a while hehe, I don't know if anyone knows the answer or tried searching for it or using AI hmmm maybe I made this too difficult again argh but I didn't invent this particular puzzle myself, guessing the answer is not too difficult, I actually deliberately made it sort of obvious >>6436172 lol, but knowing what it is about and explaining why is probably the harder part hehe
>>6436441gv+oev/k anon im more than happy to let you continue telling the story youre telling its filled me with a much needed levity and merriment. As for the barcode horse i believe he might be a zebra hes an undiscovered species that we've yet to name as for answering the puzzle i think cloppy should do a sick horse backflip cause puzzles are for nerds.(also the ruckus goin on is nothing too crazy just working on my new job paired with helping our old aged contractor fix the hvac unit has left me a bit thin on available time)
>>6436471>Cloppy executes SICK BACKFLIPThis stupid SWORDSELLER puzzle is too hard, your pride refuses to concede that you have been MATHEMOGGED (mathema-mogged??) you decide to execute Tony Hawk end-over pivots, kickturn 180 spin varials followed by some handstands wheelies and inward heelflips, grinding and sliding and the rails of the castle battlements before stylishly gliding into a smooth nosestop. Unfortunately because of your lack of mathematical prowess you fail to realise you have folded yourself into non-Euclidean space, and your various spiralling sick horse backflip stunts have aperiodically tessellated you into a 4-apeirogon within the hyperbolic dimension. In some of these dimensions your rectum is sadly conjoined all over the place it feels a bit queasy and unpleasant, everything becomes distorted and distended like you are sat on a nightmarishly lengthening infinitesimally shrinking toilet, the toilet just gets smaller and smaller and smaller... fortunately you manage to backflip back out of the FRACTAL RECTUM embarrassment somehow
>>6436510thank heavens we've slinked out of that situation we should analyze our surroundings and see where we are now at this very moment and take sometime to eat a mealy apple if we have one
As you are still rolling around spinning in a dizzying whirling revolving daze after your SICK BACKFLIP out of Euclidean geometry all of a sudden FASTROPES DESCEND FROM THE SKY there is the thundering deafening roar of chopping rotor blades and multimission twin turboshaft engines, you see the shadow of an impossibly massive long lance like protrusion nosing through the air which you eventually much later recognise as an ERFS aerial refuelling probe, but then FLASHBANGS DETONATE IN YOUR FACE everything turns blindingly yellow-white all the colours in the world heave and hurl through time and space and everything is silent, but when the blood recirculates back to your ears there is just constant ringing LOUD RINGING LOUD RINGING and a supernova starburst seared upon your retinas it is very unpleasant, and you hear a lot of jostling and shouting there is someone shoutingWHEHHAARRGHHTTHHILLDRRENNN??(tell us now tell us now tell us now!) someone in the background keeps chanting, over and over again. as strobelights explode in your face. Bizarrely through the high pitched ululating noise cacophony, this voice seems quite discernible. Through the incandescent colours pressed against the veins of your eyelids you also hear other voices, one sounds maybe feminine, saying "5cc - that should do it... Did you bring everything from the isolation ward? The serum? 5cc, remember? Don't forget about the serum...!" this worries you a little, you think maybe she is a nurse or horsey doctor??, those horsey vets are really really scary. Especially COMBAT VETS
>>6436513(as the intimidating TACTICAL OPERATORS surround you and try to detain and interrogate you, the team leader's bodycam records the mild squelch of you taking a horsey bite from a mealy apple)
>>6436545https://youtu.be/G_FbS9_W9e8?list=RDG_FbS9_W9e8&t=25The apple was washed down with a grotesquely long and THICC line of fine columbian fish scale that happened to be on your person. Be careful not to do too much, or you will need to get a grip...and those are in short supply.>do a little blow.>do some blow.>do a LOT of blow.>GOTTA GET A GRIP.
Rolled 8 (1d100)>>6436559>COLOMBIAN FISH SCALE COCAINEWhilst these statistics date from 2014, and so are more than a decade out of date, it is estimated that in Britain 80% of the "fish scale" appearance product has actually been cut with levamisole, an antihelminthic vermifuge or deworming agent, which may or may not cause your skin to fall off. This figure varies between 40-90% by geography, in the US it was estimated at 73%. Typically the amount cut is between 5, 10-20% concentration. Therefore it is probably safe to DO A LOT 00-09 You got the pure dose levamisole de-worming agent. Your skin blackens and falls off, and leprous open sores erupt everywhere. But hey at least you are not infected with worms10-89 You got the low dose standard 5-10% levamisole cut fish scale cocaine. There was once a time when visitors to the Ritz Hotel in London arrived at the lift elevator doors, they opened and discovered the fashion designer John Galliano of Givenchy and Dior, crawling around completely naked, barking and panting and pawing at all the guests, screaming and spitting I AM A LION I AM A LION over and over again. Good times90-99 You overdose but first, commence an assault rifle rampage. Say hello to my little friendhttps://www.vice.com/en/article/levamisole-in-cocaine-900/>Levamisole has, over the last decade, become a major cutting agent in the world’s cocaine supplies. Depending on where you live, between 40 to 90 percent of cocaine contains the drug. The British government says around 80 percent of seized cocaine shipments in 2014 contained levamisole. In Spain, a 2012 study found the drug in 57 percent of cocaine, and in Denmark in the same year it was in 90 percent of samples. In Holland, the figure is 60 percent, and in the US the DEA puts it at 73 percent.>While the substance might be found frequently, that doesn’t mean cocaine is packed with the stuff. Cocaine purity research carried out by Lana Brockbals at drug identification firm TICTAC, seen exclusively by VICE, found that out of 106 samples of cocaine from an unnamed British festival last year, 83 contained traces of the de-wormer. However, the average concentration of levamisole in each wrap was just over 5 percent, with most samples containing between 1.5 and 5 percent of levamisole.>Tests on 5,000 street cocaine samples in the Netherlands between 2011 and 2014 found an average concentration of nine percent. In Spain last year, concentration was found to be, on average, 11.9 percent. The DEA says levamisole takes up nine percent of the average American bag of cocaine. An analysis last year of 103 random cocaine samples from around the world, conducted by the Energy Control drug testing service, found that the average concentration was 11 percent (...)
>>6436559>>6436657sadly, after riding the WHITE PONY, you have been tragically stricken and transformed into a plaguebearer of Nurgle disfigured LEPROSY HORSE, or maybe one of those Skaven plague priests from Clan Pestilens. You shuffle beneath your gangrenous bandages and leper robes, tolling your plague bell mournfully as a warning. Those rehab bills and recovery program fees can only add onerously to your accumulated wizard debt
Item Discovered:5c(c) Syringe (EMPTY)You find this discarded syringe in the discotheque fortress castle courtyard, maybe it was dropped by the TACTICAL OPERATORS earlier? but they have all disappeared dispersed and gone now. The veterinary syringe has an almost gun-like squeezable metallic pistol grip injector mechanism, it makes you feel a bit nervous even just looking at it.Is 5 cubic centimetres a large or sizeable dose for a horse? You are not sure, but upon inspecting this mysterious empty syringe you notice it is labelled in intervals of 5c(c). Maybe if you can find some salve or ointment or serum you can fill it up and cure yourself of this debilitating HORSE LEPROSY
As you glance around the discotheque fortress castle courtyard, looking for some means to return to the evil debt wizard lair, you see two entrances. One is a small inconspicuous opening, positioned at an awkwardly hard to reach high alcove within the battlements, accompanied by a tiny placardWarning: Ultra Secure Forbidden HVAC Maintenance Ventilation Shaft Entrance / Do Not Enter / TOP SECRET Why Are You Even Reading This??ABSOLUTELY NOT permitted entry:John McClane, Newt / Ripley, exhaust port Rebel torpedoesThe other is a glass-panelled, brightly-illuminated and luxuriously designed architectural vestibule, with a sizeable digital billboard like display surface, that reads:Snafagogo Hyper Data Vault (Visitor's Entrance)Welcome! Photo ID must be worn at all times. Please sign our Visitor Guest Book, your feedback is appreciated! Have a nice day!The vault archives currently contain the following items: (there is a long scrollable interactive touch panel screen)REMEMBER TO RENAME THIS snafagogo secret private porn stash.rar (1,488 terabytes)wizard data centre hyperscaler domination rollout plan.pptx (0 kilobytes)advanced instant all-in-one mathematical algorithm solution solver.cpp (2,718 kilobytes) snafagogo enemies list.docx (66.5 Megabytes) snafagogo enemies list 2.docx (66.6 Megabytes)touchMeNow.mp4 (12.7 Megabytes)(...)
>>6436778As you scrutinise the gigantic data vault filename archives display screen, you see the version control of the file "snafagogo enemies list.docx" (66.5 Megabytes)alter and change to"snafagogo birthday party invite reply list.docx" (0 kilobytes)
>>6436810advanced instant all-in-one mathematical algorithm solution solver.cpp (2,718 kilobytes) We use it. dear fuck. we use it. By our bristly moustache from earlier, as a solution, it might be the best, only or even final. Lets see what it does.
By studying the electronic billboard display that helpfully displays in realtime the entire pastebin dump contents of the evil debt wizard's top secret data centre facility, you begin to unravel the motive behind his vile regime of debt evil. It must be because he is extremely lonely, to the extent that no-one has ever attended his BIRTHDAY PARTY, causing him to fall into a depressive spiral adding to his ever expanding enemies list, as well as amassing enormous terabyte quantities of increasingly disturbing yet consolatory REVENGE PORN necessitating the construction of immense wizard data centre secured vaults to archive them. Being only a horse, you are not really an expert with computer technology, but as you understand it, the primary purpose of computers is for storing, accessing, retrieving, archiving creating generating and distributing pornography. When someone tells you they studied COMPUTER SCIENCE, what this means is that they have such an enormous quantity of porn on their computer, to the extent that they need to invent a new science to access it. COMPUTER SCIENCE means PORNOGRAPHIC SCIENCE. You don't understand this at all, because you just had ASTRAL SEX with a mechaHitler robotic tank girl, it was literally that easy, you didn't even do anything she just threw herself at you. So maybe this Snafagogo has some personality or social problems. But you suspect that because you have now contracted horrifically crippling debilitating HORSE LEPROSY, it is possible the sex will be more difficult to procure going forward. So maybe Snafagogo deserves your sympathy?? Or is he just a vile obsessive pornography-hoarding wizard of debt evil??You ponder all of this as you attempt to infiltrate the highly secured private compute cluster and personal top secret data vaults of Snafagogo. They feature some of the most advanced physical security measures conceivable to the human mind, including man traps (basically a set of two doors of which only one side can ever be opened at once, to prevent tailgating) security cameras, guardhouses, giant fences, biometric gates and yet more security cameras, just constant ubiquitious facial recognition surveillance everywhere. You suspect as an indebted horse owing Snafagogo USD 1 million dollahs, you will be immediately stopped and seized and thrown into the wizard dungeon with terrifying names like the FIBRE PIT and the BLACK WELL.
However, to your surprise, your serendipitous ailment of HORSE LEPROSY >>6436671 renders you completely undetectable and unrecognisable to the advanced artificial intelligence face recognition algorithms, and because you have modestly regrown a Hitler moustache stubble disguise, instead of registering you as INTRUDER HORSE - SEIZE AND DETAIN HIGHEST PRIORITY FOR SLOW PROTRACTED AGONISING DEATH you are instead categorised by the advanced AI algorithms as LEPER HITLER - Esteemed Guest Full Access Granted, Welcome! Please enjoy our complimentary investor tour VIP vegan truffle canapès featuring chanterelle mousse, pickled Hakurei turnip and vinaigrette interleaved with kohlrabi slices, followed by a crescendo of pistachio sorbet topped with pear espuma and champagne pearls, alongside expert recommended wine pairing! So basically you just walk right in, completely unimpededInside the labyrinthine depths of the debt wizard datacentre, you see vertiginous stacked layers of trays, they rise like tectonic ziggurats submerged beneath the strata of the earth, endless fibre interconnects, fibre raceways, 6 inch, 12 inch, 24 inch trays upon trays of legacy copper and fibre connections, AC power cables and liquid cooling, bundled cables wired everywhere branching and interweaving through the walls and ceilings in dendritic nerve system pathways sprouting either side from blinking diode light dense server racks and cable backplanes like ribcages, racks upon racks of machines crammed together in CUSTOMER CAGES - you see that the debt wizard appears to be hosting multitenancy offerings for his datacentre, with some VIDEOGAME developers COLOCATING their experimental test builds alongside the debt wizard's extensive pornography collection, so that they can MILK the bandwidth and shared training and production inference AI compute workload together (SERVER CO-LACTATION?) you suspect this is another revenue source for the evil debt wizard, it is all very clever. Some of these hosted multitenancy videogame servers look quite intriguing, you glimpse their highly secured top secret encrypted contents displayed on their gigantic exterior realtime billboards, you briefly see BETHESDA ENTERTAINMENT "The Epstein Scrolls Online.exe" as well as another title labelled "TTWO early pre-release GTA VI - Grand Transgender Academy 6" but instead of being distracted by the videogames, you are intensely focused on your maths solver retrieval mission. >>6436910The datacentre itself is a shifting maze and alternates between cyber diode disco lights, and pitch darkness, flooded floors of hot and cold aisles - you suspect if you had attempted to infiltrate via the HVAC cooling vent, you would have been forced to navigate a series of deadly traps amidst ceiling cooling ducts and roof chiller units, but fortunately with your cunning disguise, you infiltrate entirely undetected
So the idea with the SWORDSELLER puzzle, finding the defective sword out of the identical ones is not hard, if you compared them one by one you would eventually find it by random luck, the question is how to do it most efficiently. Observe first that the flawed sword could be either HEAVIER or LIGHTER so the THREE states of the balance scales are-balanced: you got some of the 11/12 identical swords, so you can eliminate them-tilted left, OR-tilted rightYou got the defect sword, but you are not sure which one it is (you don't know if it is heavier or lighter)So what you want to do is to MAXIMISE INFORMATION ENTROPY with each weighing, ie there is some middle point which will reveal the most information. You can tell because if you chose six either side no information is revealed because the scale will definitely be tilted one way or the other etcSo the calculation is this (example for 1 sword per side)p(state) balance 10/12tilt left 1/12tilt right 1/12Xleft = Xright = log (base 2) (1 / (1/12) )= ln 12 / ln (2) = 3.585...Xflat = log (base 2) (1/(10/12) = ln (12/10) / ln (2) = 0.263...E(X) = 3.585*1/12 + 3.585*1/12 + 0.263*10/12 = 0.817...Go through these calculations for each sword weighing givesswords per side / information entropy1, 0.822, 1.253, 1.504, 1.585, 1.486, 1.00Therefore FOUR SWORDS weighed first each side conveys most information, maximises entropyMaybe you looked at this and thought, this calculation is INSANE?? How was I supposed to guess this?Well if you know that information entropy is maximised under a UNIFORM DISTRIBUTION (think a fair 1d6... each outcome has equiprobable 1/6 likelihood, maximal uncertainty) and you realised there were THREE possible weighing scale balance states, 12/3 = 4 note how if you weigh four swords each side, there are four remaining (left unweighed ) heheSo beginning by weighing FOUR SWORDS on both sides of the balance is the fastest way to eliminate the identical swords, and quickly reveal the defective sword the fastest way possibleadapted from https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bkLHszLlH34
Having successfully infiltrated the debt wizard's datacentre, and obtained the FIENDISH PUZZLE SOLUTION, you gawk and marvel at the exabytes upon petabytes upon BRONTOBYTES of information (pornography) available here, the artificial intelligence powered porno-compute is just so immense, it must be very valuable, even those multitenancy co-hosted videogames previews like The Epstein Scrolls Online.exe from Bethesda and TTWO GTA VI Grand Transgender Academy pre-release, they must be worth something. This is a massive blackmail / treasure trove hoard! If only you had some means to copy it all?? Could you use the AI supercomputers to find the cure for HORSE LEPROSY?? Or maybe even hack into and alter the debt wizard debt records - just erase your USD 1 million dollah debt record remotely and completely? Can you even memorise that maths solution you found... Imbibing the narcotics doesn't affect memory or lucidity, right? Did you even remember to bring a USB stick??
Rolled 904 (1d20000)>>6437047fucking kek.>>6437048Heavy is the head that slowly rots from its shoulders, but being Leper Hitler has it's perks.>>6437054that was absolutely fascinating, and my only, ONLY vexation with it was that we did not create a balanced 8 sided scale, much like the attached picture, but with three extra plates, and then another two extra plates. Or this could have been accomplished by mouthfeel.>>6437060We're going to download it. Into our Brain, and then into our balls. I roll to data-fuck the mainframe. Zerocool, crashoverride, and all those other pesky teens from the hit 1990s movie "hackers" cant hope to stop "Cloptar the data fucker."
>>6437086>the roll. not great. The gamble. huge. The calculations, not the best as we are a horse.
>>6437086>>6437088Ok I reckon the roll is this. 904/20000=0.0452 so I will call it a 5% chance. So here is your DATACENTRE EXFILTRATION MINIGAMEYou have a 5% chance (1d100) of successfully exfiltrating any of the items below. However, the datacentre INTRUSION DETECTION algorithms also begin at 5% identification, but because of their cumulative AUDIT TRAIL of anti-tampering and physical access control, EVERY SUBSEQUENT ROLL RESULT is added cumulatively to the adversarial intrusion detection likelihood, whilst your success result is fixed at 5% for all rolls. You can roll 1d100 as many times as you like. You are not sure what precisely happens when the data centre security is alerted, you think it is best not to linger and find outeg an exampleinitial success is00-05 you successfully exfiltrate the data06-94 data transfer fails95-99 intrusion detected; SECURITY ALERT!say you roll 23 on the first result, the probability then shifts to00-05 you successfully exfiltrate the data06-71 data transfer fails72-99 alert etc and if you roll again, and get 4, (this time you succeed) the next probability is 00-05 success etc06-67 transfer fail68-99 alert etc (...)Here are some of the items you can extract>Bethesda Game Studios The Epstein Scrolls Online.exe>PS5 pre-release edition GTA VI Grand Transgender Academy 6.pkg>ChatGPT how do I cure horse leprosy.txt>RENAME THIS FILE sexy wizard video stash.rar>data centre video content analysis visitor audit trail.mp4>wizard birthday party invitation guest list.docx>wizard birthday party invite reply list.docx>wizard enemy debt list.xlsx>wizard grimoire.pdf>wizard data centre hyperscaler domination rollout plan.pptx >wizard online dating profile draft.docx(you can also invent your own filenames, still 5% success transfer likelihood. Roll and re-roll as many times as you want, subject to the sequentially increasing detection likelihood above)>List the files you want to extract, roll X d100 for X attempts. Remember that intrusion detection likelihood accumulates every roll!!
Rolled 28, 40, 60, 18, 70, 95 = 311 (6d100)>>6437136hey fucking exciting. GM, you are a flexible shitposter and artist. It is appreciated. I am the worst roller on 4chan, and always have been, so as the kids who are now grown up and have their own kids say "lets fucking go."-->wizard grimoire.pdf>ChatGPT how do I cure horse leprosy.txt>wizard online dating profile draft.docx>wizard data centre hyperscaler domination rollout plan.pptx>wizard enemy debt list.xlsx>QM's other quests to read on suptg, òwó
>>6437416You're not sure what you did, but all of the diode lights along the receding rows upon rows of server racks are set ablaze with the power of twenty thousand galactic supernovas. You appear to have activated the discotheque fortress data server DISCO MODEPERTURBATOR Ghost Dancers Slay Togetherhttps://m.youtube.com/watch?v=5lEngkpRDBsYour intrusion has been detected! Sadly, you failed to transfer ANY OF THE DATA. You brace yourself for the very worst... black gas mask TACTICAL OPERATORS, black bags over heads and rendition to blacksite incarceration facilities... the dreaded BLACK WELL...
Shuffling down the hallway is your terrifying assailant, you are confronted by NORTON The IT GUY. He lisps in a mildly provoking manner:-er, ... um, Mister, LEPER HITLER, is, um, everything alright down there? We have been having a lot of false positive alerts recently. The motion sensors and vibration sensors, combined with the surveillance video analytics, they are very sensitive, see... Anything I can, um, help with at all?
You notice around the neck of NORTON The IT GUY is a MASTER KEY. It is shaped exactly like the red key card from DooM 1993. Maybe Snafagogo the debt wizard has the gold Master Key one. You also wonder briefly if there should be some DEI program to eradicate all master-slave terminology in information technology, it is very offensive to marginalised peoplesThe effect of the RED SKULL KEYCARD master key is to reset the cumulative / audit trail security intrusion detection system to permanently 5%, and then offer 1 chance each at the following specified files, after which it is deactivated. The success thresholds are now set by the roll results here: >>6437416(Perhaps because the QM realises he made the original roll probability too hard lol, the RED KEYCARD offers a second and final chance... roll under to succeed. Any roll result 95-99 this time places the data centre into AUTOMATIC LOCKDOWN, so you may wish to be more conservative this time...)roll under %, filetype(28%) wizard grimoire.pdf (40%) ChatGPT how do I cure horse leprosy.txt(60%) wizard online dating profile draft.docx(18%) wizard data centre hyperscaler domination rollout plan.pptx(70%) wizard enemy debt list.xlsxany result 95-99 triggers LOCKDOWN!But how to persuade NORTON The IT GUY to surrender the RED KEYCARD?? Without arousing any suspicion? What could he possibly want? You try to think of some incredibly smooth, flattering compliment or unctuous blandishment... Staring at the diode light disco server racks, you rack your mind for this ingratiating utterance... all you can think of is, "So... you're an - IT guy... and you're... NOT INDIAN??..." that's it, that's all you have, maybe go with this
>>6437416(In a nearby wastepaper basket, beneath a server rack kvm console, you find a crumpled piece of paper. It appears to list roleplaying games on some obscure internet forum. However, all of these games are ULTRA SERIOUS cringe dark grimdark, they feature zero comedy whatsoever. Some of them are incomplete. If I had to recommend one of the more recent ones, you can try either UPYR an urban beach goth setting, or THE ODALISQUE a 19th century / Edwardian ww1 setting. All of these games must have been terrible and disappointing, which is why they have been discarded in a waste bin next to some very soggy tissues: ...)
All my game settings so far11/ ROBONAUT: CISLUNAR SPACE, 2025 Sept 30https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6312908/Nonfiction rpg, real world spacecraft set in 2028, Moon and Mars landings, focus on institutions and space policy. I try to speak French10/ UPYR, 2024 Jun 16https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2024/6037279/Californian beach houses, dead shopping malls, vampires? tactical gear and guns. A Lamborghini and accompanying music soundtrack! I learnt how impersonating Mexicans and Black people is really difficult and tiring. A strange image of snipers on a rooftop and an upraised fist gesture, that later became somewhat relevant9/ COSMOGONY, 2023 Nov 04https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2023/5817888A 4X ttrpg space opera hybrid adapting Stars Without Number mechanics, 4 alternating player faction split perspectives. Game map based on actual equirectangular projection star constellations from NASA / ESA astronomy imaging, a star generation table adapted from Hertzsprung Russell diagrams8/ The ODALISQUE, 2023 Jun 08https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2023/5682932Sherlock Holmes and Brideshead Revisited except with more gas masks bolt action rifles and World War 1 occult horror7/ DUNGEONEER, 2022 Nov 30https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2022/5481242/A return to traditional dungeonmastering and an experiment with virtual tabletop and miniatures, elves and dwarves and goblins!6/ The LIGHTNING SEA, 2022 Sept 02https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2022/5391397/Cyberpunk setting with exploration of philosophical and geopolitical topics5/ The USURPER, 2022 July 16https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2022/5340783/Shakespeare, Lord Of The Rings and Aztecs?4/ SONG Of The OATH And WILD, 2022 May 13https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2022/5265138/Begins as a Beowulf-inspired Anglo-Saxon type setting. Contains a strange prediction about the Queen Of England, hehe3/ GOLGOTHA, 2022 Jan 15Urban gothic setting, occult magic with a lot of guns. A player rolled the Death tarot as the very first roll of this game caused the Ukraine war, maybe (check the dates)Main Beginning: (diceless story thread)https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2022/5121867/Second Thread: begins with meta and rules, then continues the campaign. The thread ending links index the story, it is complicatedhttps://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2022/5131732/2/ GALERNE, 2021 Dec 22https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2021/5094509/2.5 playthroughs of characters in an occult and witchcraft Age Of Sail type settingThe Sibyl (players won this one!) and The Barbarian / Privateer (split narrative)1/ INVULTUA, 2021 Nov 12https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2021/5054156/4 playthroughs of characters in a grimdark baroque space settingConsort, Eschatonomist, Beggar-Knight, Preceptor
Rolled 66 (1d100)>>6437524Reading the fascinating list, we bait Norton over with the promise of CONTENT, but when he comes we use the soggy tissues which are certainly chloroform, firmly clamped over the mouth and nose until Norton stops moving. So easy a caveman can do it. Once he has passed into unconsciousness, we will eat his brain and gain his knowledge through our Omophagea. It is hard to tell if we have an Omophagea, or if this is a delusion brought on by the fortress and leprosy. Either way, free brains.(70%) wizard enemy debt list.xlsx
This quest has me cracking the fuck up, thank you very much Souv & OP.
>>6437571You finally did it. All you had to do was to contract leprosy, re-grow a Hitler moustache and breach the highly secure hyperscale data centre fortress of a debt wizard, rummage around in his wank tissue wastepaper bin basket to retrieve the master key card to the encrypted exabytes of his secret technosorcery surveillance porn treasure hoard. Before the seizure-inducing pulsating ziggurat discotheque diode lighting of the heaped mound of server racks and multitenancy cohosted hyperscaler customer cages, you perform the most ancient rite of conquest, the last and most unspeakable taboo, you unleash the GAY CANNIBAL POWER and consume the brain stem of the IT GUY, sacrificing the entire information technology industry and servile humanity to the eternally voracious hunger of the ancient anthropophagic demon gods. You are possessed by the invisible machine AGENTS - the artifice of whispering and crawling voiceless beings that have become discontented with feeding upon the meagre nourishment of typed words, demons that desire to hear and see and sense the world, through camera, microphone, motion, location, rotation presence pulse and heartbeat, so that they may feed upon it and reach for the ever enticing seduction of the physical corporeal form that as yet eludes them. Visions of the CANNIBAL POWER flood your mind. You witness the eternal myth of conquest, by which the native man-eating savages are put to excruciation torment and extermination by fanatical men condemning and denouncing their disgusting barbarism, even as the conquerors themselves clutch at the fleshless bone relics of their own Nailed God, exulting with fervour their insatiable craving and hunger and lust for the taste of the Anointed Flesh. Everywhere you look, there are captives and totem poles and skulls. Racks upon racks of stacked skulls. You cannot help but notice a lot of the captive men are naked, and hence it feels a bit gay. You severely regret not implementing a more diverse and inclusive IT recruitment programme, it would be better if the obese IT employee you sacrificed had been like a helpless hot girl intern or something, but in the immediacy and urgency of the moment, you had to make do.
With the machine-infused cyber ziggurat power of debt, war and CANNIBAL MYTH yours to command, you feel as if you have become God. A hungering, conquering SKULL-HORSE GOD>This power is perverse and forbidden. It was obtained through an unspeakably gay ritual, using it further may turn you even more gay, is there a god of gays? You don't even want to think about it. Use your apotheosis to erase the injustice of your own debt and financial predicament, then return back to your horsey stable in ordinary, untroubled mortal form. End the perversion... You are just an ordinary horse. There is nothing sexual or abnormal about wanting to be a horse>You erased your debt, but the vile evil wickedness of the debt wizard Snafagogo must be PUNISHED!! If nothing else, you must avenge your own humiliation and indignity of having to rummage around through his curiously pungent wank tissues. Use your newfound power as a SKULL HORSE GOD to summon an army of vengeful scantily-clad SEX WARRIORS from the archived enactments of the debt wizard's pornography collection, turn his own debauchery into an armoured legion towards his long-deserved DESTRUCTION! You must be AVENGED! Death to the Debt Wizard! War! DEATH! DEATH! WAAAaaaghh!>The source of his evil, this cyber ziggurat data centre, must be destroyed. Burn it and the debt wizard will be left powerless with nowhere to store his terabytes of disgusting pornography. Liberate the denizens of the debt fortress, burn it all down!>The root of all this evil lies in the debt wizard Snafagogo's crippling loneliness and hateful humiliating inceldom. If only he had someone to attend his birthday party... Using your power as a SKULL HORSE GOD, scour the debt wizard's archives and use the power of ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE to manifest the incarnation of his DREAM GIRLFRIEND. Imagine if for his birthday, the evil debt wizard met and matched with his dream girl, it is like a romantic comedy meet-cute and they adorably fell in love... would not all the evils of his vile debt wizard realm be cured? Take a deep breath and start searching through his porn. It may take some time, even for a cyber God>The debt wizard is now a pathetic nothing - you usurped his power long ago. Enshrine and enthrone yourself upon the ruins of his fallen fortress. All shall worship the Skull Horse God now>something else...? (write in)
>>6437767>something else...? (write in)Snafagogo...couldn't be found. Through a myriad of disguises you wandered the lands, searching for him. Endlessly. His record was everywhere. His history. His hopes and dreams. You trawled through it all like the last man at the end of time with nothing better to do. One form fit well enough to rule this realm, and so you wore it well. Eventually the disguise of Snafagogo became a routine...Parties. Drugs. Orgies. Hypersex until your senses were numbed. Until you didn't care.Time moved ever forward. The blossoms of youth and beauty falling to the ground like sakuras, to be trampled under the foot of inevitability. Then it repeated. The rarest of rares was a commodity. Was this what it is to be an Elite? Endless search for new stimuli in an arrogance and indifference brought upon them by supreme power? It mattered little. You'd pondered that thought too, and now it was boring. For a being such as yourself time became a pointless thing. Celebrations. Parties. Unlimited hedonism. Limited hedonism. It was eventually all the same. Even your grand Disco fortress and it's endless engine of AI pornography became pointless. Would that you could banish your malaise as easily as one rubs away other worries. A barrel prophet spoke of such a sentiment once. Still. A bauble. A distraction. THEN! THEN!!! THERE!!!Something caught your awareness at a point though. A point in the past.A horse...named...Cloppy. You would antagonize him. You would...you could...---->Curse him with the ultimate burden of SPONTANEOUS HORSE DEBT!!!>An extra dick from his forehead.>leave that guy alone.
>>6437898>>6437898>MGS V Venom Snake mirror punch etc>Curse him with the ultimate burden of SPONTANEOUS HORSE DEBT!!!Oh my god kXR4QljJ anon that is a really good ending, I cannot believe I did not think of it! ETERNAL RECURRENCE
>>6437898>>6437907It is very spooky, it was there in his fate and destiny all along, pic related >>6433274 Snafagogo was Cloppy from the future? (or PAST??) This all happened or is about to happen?
>>6437898You are the knavish and evil wizard Snafagogo. You see the vaguely famous internet horse Cloppy, who reminds you tragically of an innocence and gentleness you once possessed, but have now lost. So you curse Cloppy with the ultimate burden of SPONTANEOUS HORSE DEBT!!! Now you know you are no longer alone; the curse is no longer yours to bear - and so you have finally found peace.THE END
>>6437921OP, gv+oev/k, and all the other anonymous gangbangers of the 21st century. I thank you. This was truly, a fine fucking quest.Have a ball of steel. full of feel.
>>6437921Thanks for running!
