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As you step into the hallway the metal door clangs shut behind you, and you're left once more to your own devices. You begin to make your way towards your car, some paranoid part of you worrying that it might have been stolen or defaced in your long absence. You arrived a few hours past noon, and to say it was the early evening would be generous. You'd check your phone for the time, but your hands are full.

You breath a sigh of relief upon spotting your car sitting right where you left it, evidently unmarred. Your Porsche is definitely one of your more frivilous purchases. You recall vivdly the week long chewing out Claire, your wife of seven years, gave you after she figured out how much the car cost the two of you. You still love the god damned thing. It's fast as hell, even if it would shatter like glass should you get into even the mildest of wrecks.

(2/3, I lied)

You fish your keys out of the pocket of your overcoat and pop the trunk, taking a moment to stuff your new purchases into the trunk before slamming the trunk closed and meandering over to the driver's side door to climb into the car. You've still got a whole evening ahead of you. You could get the rest of your shopping out of the way, or you could find a shooting range to test out your new purchases. You might also give your strange new powers a work out, find somewhere secluded to test out what you can do with your bound Flame Stag (Flaming Deer?).

>You've got a few days until you need to leave for Antarctica, swing by the shooting range and test out your purchases.
>You really ought to get all your shopping out of the way. Find a hunting or camping store that would sell extreme weather gear.
>You've been given supernatural powers by the purported embodiment of Death, a being of god-like power. Why have you net stretched your newfound power yet?
>You really ought to just get home. Claire has been acting irrationally lately and said she plans to come home soon, yet you haven't even cleaned the place up. Plus, your dog probably misses you.
>Write-in

>>35351253
>>You really ought to get all your shopping out of the way. Find a hunting or camping store that would sell extreme weather gear.
What was it that Murphy advised us? Rope, handcuffs and a mirror I believe. And of course some body armor if our budget holds up that long.

>>35351253
>You really ought to get all your shopping out of the way. Find a hunting or camping store that would sell extreme weather gear.
We can test our powers and talk to mister war after.

>>35351369
I still don't get why we need a mirror

>>35351415
Corners I guess?

>>35351415
To look around corners to see if anyone with a gun is waiting for us, anon, haven't you ever seen Saving Private Ryan?

>Shopping
Writin'

You shift the car into neutral and press down the clutch before pressing down the ignition. The engine promptly warms to life, and you fiddle with the radio while you wait for the car to warm up. Once you've found a station you like, you shift the car into gear and motor away from the collection of run down warehouses and docks that line this part of Norfolk. It isn't long before you're once more cruising along the highway.

You must have lucked out, because trafic is sparse. You manage to make the journey in just over a half hour. You're forced to slow as you enter the outskirts of Richmond and traffic picks up, but it gives you time to think about where you plan on going to find the necessary gear. You could likely find a cheap store that sells outdoorsy stuff that would serve your purpose. However, you ARE going to Antarctica. Now might not be the best time to scrimp and save. Plus, the nicer stores might have sell civilian grade body armor or hunting scopes and the necessary tools to modify your Gewehr, should you wish to do so.

>Just get something cheap, you're not going to be in Antarctica for long.
>Find a nice joint somewhere downtown, freezing to death would prove an inglorious death.
>Write-in

>>35351761
>>Find a nice joint somewhere downtown, freezing to death would prove an inglorious death.

>>35351761
>Find a nice joint somewhere downtown, freezing to death would prove an inglorious death.

I want a Bear Grylls spirit to drink our pee

>>35351761
>Just get something cheap, you're not going to be in Antarctica for long.
Our flame stag should warm us up and we just used up shitloads of money.

>>35351761
>>Find a nice joint somewhere downtown, freezing to death would prove an inglorious death.

>>35351761
>>Find a nice joint somewhere downtown, freezing to death would prove an inglorious death.

We should get chemical heat packs and tube lights.

>>35351761
>Find a nice joint somewhere downtown, freezing to death would prove an inglorious death.
Even though I'm prettu sure our deer friend will keep us warm, body armor sounds nice, even if only if it's only civie stuff, we can just get some military tier shit later from our old navy buddies, one of them is bound to be able to get his hands on some.

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New banner for banished quest.
Over 15 minutes in ms paint.

>>35351888
i laf

>>35351888
>the ass flap on the pajama bottoms

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>Find a nice joint.
Writin'

>>35351888

>>35351888
>his asshole literally stretches off his body to meet soma's dick
Soma's D game is ridiculous

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You drive further into the city, navigating occaisional stop and go traffic until you reach the heart of the city proper, and with it the various chic, high-end stores that populate this part of town. You pull off the highway and into the city streets below, navigating maze of highrise apartments, restaurants, office buildings, and store fronts.

You press a button on your steering wheel and the radio goes dead. You speak casually to empty air. "Find camping supplies, hunting equipment, cold weather gear. Ten miles." A chime rings through your car's compartment and only a moment later a three dimensional map of downtown Richmond, Virginia pops out of the armrest next to you. Several locations are highlighted with small, red pins. One of them larger than the others, indicating all three search terms were tagged at that store. It appears to be Northern Outfiters. Ironic, since you're headed to the South Pole.

You tap the pin as its displayed in the projection, faint tactcile feedback thrumming through the tip of your finger as you do so. A line appears on the windshield in front of you, seemingly projected against the road. After that, you simply have to follow the blue line to your destination.

You swing into a narrow parking space in front of the store. It's a large, three story affair. It seems to be some sort of factory outlet. You slide carefully out of the car, shutting the door behind you and taking a moment to straighten out your pinstriped suit. Needless to say, the events of the day have left you looking slightly disheveled. You'll need to see about getting this suit laundered.

(1/2)

You absentmindedly lock the car as you stride towards the sliding glass doors, stepping carefully around a strange spirit with a cat's head, a dog's body, and a donkey's tail. You also note a large, almost gargoyle-esque spirit observing the various goings on of the street from its perch on the corner of a storefront. Neither of these spirits seem hostile, or even particularly aware of your presence. Stepping into the store, you find yourself slightly overwhelmed. Dozens of varieties of parkas, hats, caps, pants, boots, socks, and mask cover the shelves. You note a sign indicating hunting gear is on the second level, and camping gear the third. The first floor is entirely given over to clothing. You're at a loss as to where to start...

>Start with camping gear.
>Start with clothing.
>Start with hunting gear.
>Find an employee, ask their advice.
>Write-in

>>35352378
>Start with clothing.

>>35352378
>Find an employee, ask their advice.

>>35352378
>>Find an employee, ask their advice.

>>35352378
>Start with clothing.

You know employees at these kinds of joints are there solely to see newbies who don't know their way around overpriced, under-quality stuff? We can find our own stuff, thank you very much, without some kid trying to offload China made clones at 'Merican prices.

>>35352378
I doubt it but did we bring the rifle mister war is in? He probably instinctually knows shit like this. Never invade Russia during winter

>>35352378
>Find an employee, ask their advice.

>>35352692
You could grab it from your trunk, if you wanted to.

Also, since we seem to be at an impasse I'll hold a Final Destination vote. If we're still tied afterwards, I'll flip for it.

VOTE
1
To ask an employee

VOTE
2
To start with clothing

And, since someone proposed it

VOTE
3
To grab your rifle and see if you can't coax that spirit to give you advice.

>>35352731
3

>>35352731
3

>>35352731
3

>>35352731
3

>>35352731
3

>>35352731
Shit, let's hope he can speak

>>35352784
Let's hope Donny boy knows german

>3
Calling it a bit early since it seems unanimous. Writin'

>>35351212
Well, there goes my afternoon.

>>35352352
>guy named Don buying weaponry
>wearing a pin stripped suit
>owns an old grey hound
>ex-navy
Are we a mafia Don named don?

>>35352806
Maybe the comp in his car can access translation software? This is the future after all.

You survey the store passively before twisting on your heel and marching out of the store. It takes only a moment to retrieve the slimmer case from your trunk, the one contianing the centuries old rifle that strange spirit directed you towards. You pop the case open just to be sure it's the right one, and note out of the corner of your eye the gargoyle taking flight. The strange... Catdogkey thing also perks up its head and dashes off into an alleyway. Concerning.

You click the case shut and heft it out of your trunk, slamming the compartment shut before striding back into the store. You take a brief circuit of the first floor, and then the second floor. You notice, almost unconsciously, a masssive bundle labeled 'Surplus: 7.92x57mm Mauser; 300 rounds'. You hoist it by the sturdy canvas strap running along the top, though the effort knocks you off balance. You may want to get a cart of some sort.

Regardless, your spirit doesn't seem to be doing you much good. Maybe you need to... poke it, somehow? Wake it up? Muster it forth? Is it even really -your- spirit? You didn't contract or bind with it. It just sorta showed up and then vanished.

>Think in the general direction of your rifle.
>Maybe open the box? That seemed to get a response from some other spirits.
>Hit it, in your experience hitting things usually works.
>You don't really know much German... you're not even a hundred percent certain the spirit was German. Look up common German military phrases on your phone and try shouting a few out.
>Write-in

Soma-senpai! Soma-senpai! What're you listening to?

>>35353055
>>Maybe open the box? That seemed to get a response from some other spirits.
>Write-in: ACHTUNG MOTHERFUCKER!

>>35353055
>Maybe open the box? That seemed to get a response from some other spirits.

And if that doesn't work
>You don't really know much German... you're not even a hundred percent certain the spirit was German. Look up common German military phrases on your phone and try shouting a few out.

>>35353055
Look up german military phrases, he did salute us earlier, maybe he sees us as his CO

>>35353089
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2uCyv05SG1g&index=27&list=RDTLG3n6LYKxo
p goo shit yo.

Anyway, I'mma run out for some dinner real quick. Back soon.

>>35353055
>in navy
>don't even know some german
Shameful display, we can atleast yell like a CO real good right?

>>35353055
>>Think in the general direction of your rifle.
>You don't really know much German... you're not even a hundred percent certain the spirit was German. Look up common German military phrases on your phone and try shouting a few out.

>>35353055
>Think in the general direction of your rifle.
And if that doesn't work
>Maybe open the box? That seemed to get a response from some other spirits.

>>35353212
Of course, man. You can shout like a motherfucker.

>>35353232
>crazy man wearing suit arrested for disturbing the peace and for possession of illegal firearms
>he was caught when a pedestrian saw him yelling german into his trunk full of weaponry
>police suspect he was planning on shooting up the store with the amount of amnunition he had in his possession

>>35353288
I would hope not..

>>35353288
Atleast he's ww1 and not ww2, though screaming sig heil everytime we need him would be funny

>>35353695
>sig heil everytime we need him would be funny
implying we won't try and outright take his powers. If he doesn't show us as a friendly.

Who's to say the soldier didn't learn English with all him time in the US. Or around the stoner and his crew.

You'll start with thinking in the general direction of the rifle, then open the box if that doesn't work, and if nothing happens at that point you'll try shouting in German.

>>35354107
We are still in the store correct? Perhaps we should keep the volume level just under shouting.

You stare intently at the rifle, picturing the figure you saw earlier, with its dogs and the ominous mask. You focus on the image intently, and then slowly twist it to show the figure stepping out of the box. Unfortunately, you don't seem to be accomplishing much beyond looking constipated. The box remains inert, no spirits of war to be seen.

You take a glance around, making sure this part of the store is mostly abandoned. You seem to be one of the few people in the building that isn't a staff member, so you've mostly got the place to yourself. Likely due to the late-ish hour. With that in mind, you carefully slide back the access panel and key in the code Rodge gave you, the container unsealing with a hiss of compressed air. You open the case, revealing the polished wooden rifle in all its glory. Four stripper clips sit unused in the foam. Unfortunately, no spirit springs out to greet you like some sort of macabre jack-in-the-box.

You try thinking at the rifle again, but once more are met with failure. Frustrated, you whip out your phone and press your thumb flat against the surface, waiting for it to finish scanning your finger print. Once the screen unlocks, you navigate to a translation app and type in the first term that comes to mind 'Attention!'. You've had it shouted at you and shouted it in turn innumerable times. It's ubiquitous amongst military forces the world over. Surely, if anything gets this spirit out of the rifle this will be it.

The translation appears after only a moment you you read it a few times over. Once you feel you've got a sort of vague idea how to pronounce it you clear your throat. "Achtung." Nothing. Well, it might just be your imagination but it did seem to grow a little colder. Maybe if you're a little bit more forceful? "Achtung!"

(1/2)

So you know how people treated us weird as shit right? Why didn't stoner boy and his guards act weird? I'm hoping it's because they just assumed we were a weirdo and that isn't unnerving when you sell guns.

You hear the barking of dogs, the shrill keen of an artillery shell arcing towards you. Men shouting, screaming, dying. The constant rattling of gunfire. However, the effects subside without the spirit making an appearance. Frustrated, you rise to your feet and snap your heels together, adopting a stiff, military posture and inhaling a deep breath before shouting in your best officer's voice. "ACHTUNG, WEHLEIDIG DU STÜCK SCHEIßE!“

Shit, where did that come from? What did you even just say? It just felt so natural...Your voice seems to echo through the store, rebounding off the walls even as a screeching wail fills the building accompanied by the steady clack of boots against cobblestone and the baying of dogs. The spirit springs into existence before you, stiff at attention with its flattened hand to the brim of its helmet. It shouts back with the voice of a thousand men speaking at once “JAWOHL! Wir sind treu bis in den Tod!”

The dogs you saw last time are conspicuously absent, but you've got a spirit standing before you at attention. That's one step closer to your goal than you were when you started. However, you hear footsteps approaching, you may want to clear out...

>Nah, it'll be fine. Just say you sneezed or something. Allergies. Look up how to ask for advice in German.
>Close the rifle case and pick up the ammunition, start walking away quickly.
>Write-in

>>35355106
>Nah, it'll be fine. Just say you sneezed or something. Allergies. Look up how to ask for advice in German.
We are carrying a german gun, it's not unbelivable that we're a german looking to get some shit for our gun. Also I hope we can channel more german out of the rifle because Google translate ain't gonna cut it.

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>>35355106
"Yes! We are faithful unto death! "

>>35355106
>Nah, it'll be fine. Just say you sneezed or something. Allergies. Look up how to ask for advice in German.

>>35355106
>Nah, it'll be fine. Just say you sneezed or something. Allergies. Look up how to ask for advice in German.

>>35355198
>ATTENTION, you self-pititying peice of shit!

>>35355198
>We
Can't wait to find the rest of his squad. Squad of german spirits of war would be bad ass.

>>35355106
>>Nah, it'll be fine. Just say you sneezed or something. Allergies. Look up how to ask for advice in German.

>Naah, what's the worst that could happen?
Writin'

>>35355430
Anyone else hoping that we just soul commanded the nearby people? Having a navy background is awesome.

>>35355430
What did the footsteps sound like?

>>35355555
Just normal footsteps, no more than a few people.
Also, nice quints.

>>35355430
time to learn German while not getting kicked out of the store

You tap in your question and then activate the speech recognition function. You read over the translation a few times before speaking. “Haben Sie einen Rat?” You think that ought to be a question regarding the spirit's advice, though you suppose you're not a hundred percent certain. These translation apps are notoriously inaccurate, especially when it comes to grammar.

The spirit responds after a brief pause. “Noch nie in einem Landkrieg in Asien engagieren.” Your phone displays an ellipses as it translates what the spirit said, but before it can finish a sweaty gentlemen with disheveled hair and a pockmarked face practically burst into the aisle.

The man, more a boy really, stares first at you, then at the rifle on the ground. “What the h-ell was th-at?! Are you alright? Was that Ger-erman?” His voice cracks obnoxiously at several points. You find him unreasonably annoying.

You wave him off, focusing instead on your phone. The translation has come through. What the hell is 'Never get involved in a land war in Asia' supposed to mean? Is that some sort of pop culture reference from the 20th century? You begin to alter your query, but the teenager interrupts you again. “Sir, did you hear me? I asked you a question.”

He's trying to make his voice sound deeper, and he's drawn himself up. He's not very good at being intimidating. You cast him a side long glance and respond bluntly. “I sneezed. Allergies. Gesundheit and all that. A little privacy, yeah?”

(1/2)

The kid seems persistent. He folds his arms in front of his chest and narrows his eyes at you. “Sir, if you're going to be belligerent and continue to cause a disruption I'm going to have to ask you to leave the store.” One of his coworkers, a lanky 20-something hipster in tight jeans and a gay sweater under a bright orange vest with a name tag on it has loped over to see what the commotion is all about, and you hear other people approaching. Seems you've made a bit of a scene.

>Continue to ignore them. Talk to your spirit. Maybe if they think you're crazy they'll leave you alone.
>Promise you won't cause any further disturbances and ask them to leave you to your shopping.
>Brandish your rifle and start shouting random German words.
>Write-in

>>35356139
>Write-in
Maybe flash them our repoman badge and say, "Company business, do you really want to get involved?"

>>35356139
>>Promise you won't cause any further disturbances and ask them to leave you to your shopping.

Oi foicking voi. Just let 'im have this dance. Little shit probably thinks he's got responsibilities and shit.

>>35356139
>>Continue to ignore them. Talk to your spirit. Maybe if they think you're crazy they'll leave you alone.
>>Promise you won't cause any further disturbances and ask them to leave you to your shopping.

>>35356139
Go full military, start yelling in german about how they are out of uniform and their hair isn't of regulation length and how they didn't salute Etc. Grab the rifle too because it gives us mad german skills.
Let's scare these fags

>>35356139
>>Promise you won't cause any further disturbances and ask them to leave you to your shopping.
>>Continue to ignore them. Talk to your spirit. Maybe if they think you're crazy they'll leave you alone.

>>35356139
>>Promise you won't cause any further disturbances and ask them to leave you to your shopping.
Let's not get the company name involved without trying the diplomatic route first.

>>35356139
>Continue to ignore them. Talk to your spirit. Maybe if they think you're crazy they'll leave you alone.
Remember to do it all in the yelling insane man voice.

>>35356139
>Promise you won't cause any further disturbances and ask them to leave you to your shopping.

This kid is getting eaten and sacrificed later

>>35356116
>“Noch nie in einem Landkrieg in Asien engagieren.”
I laughed audibly when I translated that Soma, nice one.

>>35356139
Thrust the rifle into his hands, complain that he took so long, demand he helps you with your purchases
All employees fear an angry customer

>>35356311
What if war takes him over? Also the fact that there are no dogs with war means we're missing something, maybe a couple pistols?

>>35356331
The gun's not loaded, right? Maybe the dogs are ammunition.

>>35356342
>dog boolits
This is the best gun ever

>>35356311
No, no, no, keep the rifle concealed, thrust the huge as bag full of bullets into his hands if you're going to do that.

>>35356363
They already saw the rifle, it's on the floor

>>35356431
It's in the case, just to remind you we own this thing illegally and being arrested with one means a $10,000 fine and possible jail sentence. Let's keep it out of the discussion.

>>35356201
>>35356212
>>35356240
>>35356244
>>35356269
>You don't wan no trabble

>>35356212
>>35356240
>>35356259
>TELL ME ABOUT THE WAR MEIN FUHRER

>>35356173
>Move along, citizen.

>>35356214
>Es ist Zeit fur Rache!

Writin'

>>35356497
Whoops, this is me.

>>35356524
No, it is I, Anonymous. I will always be here at your side to tally your votes Soma-sama.

>>35356487
>The man, more a boy really, stares first at you, then at the rifle on the ground.
No u

>>35356487
its an antique rifle with empty clips, while we shouldn't be waving it around firing into the sky most cops would take one look and send us on our way
the laser rifle in our trunk however would indeed be illegal to own

>>35356723
This is basically the gist of it, you wouldn't even need a license to carry a rifle like your antique, you could waltz around town with it so long as you avoided schools and places that forbid firearms. Only the serious military hardware in your trunk would get you thrown in the slamma.

>>35356754
thank you Soma

>>35356754
Fucking Americlaps...

>>35356754
which makes the fact its magic all the better

>>35356811
Fuck of yuropoor

What are we gonna name mr war?

>>35356892
Aldwulf or Ademaro

>>35356938
*Adalwulf
I suck at typing

>>35356811
I still think it's funny that the UK has a violent crime rate double what the US has.

>>35357011
That's disingenuous, violent crime in the UK isn't the same as violent crime in the US. Plus, the US has a far higher murder rate.

>>35356892
i like gefallenen, literally means KIA
>we are faithful unto death

>>35357062
Nice try britshit, we all know you people are backwards inbred barbarians

>>35356892
Hans, most German name I can think of

>>35356892
Hows about just 'Kreig'? The German equivalent to what we are calling him now.

>>35357406
What are we calling him now? You mean war?

>>35357424
Mr. War, yeah. That was the filename of the image in the post he first appeared in, if I recall.

You sigh, turning to face the boy and his coworker and give them your full attention. “Look, I apologize for any disturbance I might have caused in this borderline abandoned store of yours. Now, can I have some privacy to do my shopping in piece?” The younger of the two employees looks hesitant, but Mr. Gay Sweater taps him on the shoulder and whispers something in his ear before stalking off.

The pockmarked teenager sighs. “Very well, sir. Do try to contain your enthusiasm, if you have another outburst like that I'll have to ask you to leave.” He stalks away, while you're left passively contemplating his violent death. However, you've more important things to worry about than annoying teenager minimum wage laborers. Namely, finding some god damned cold weather gear that won't leave you freezing your ass off in the Antarctic.

You finish typing in the question you want to ask to the translation app and recite what it tells you to say. “Haben Sie einen Rat haben über die Zeit in der Arktis?” It responds after only a moment. “Zeit verbringen, nicht in der Arktis.“ With that, it starts marching away. Where it walks, a harsh, greenish yellow smoke seems to linger and fester, corroding the floor and the shelves around it one moment and then vanishing the next, leaving the area unmarred. You're left with little other recourse but following the spirit as it marches around the store.

It has you pick up two more boxes of ammunition, not for the rifle but instead 7.62x35mm ammunition, and a handful of military grade laser rifle batteries. You're a little surprised a camping supply store had military grade laser rifle batteries, but they did. Maybe hunters like to use higher powered batteries in lower powered rifles? Whatever. You find yourself carrying a basket full of ammunition in one hand and a rifle case in the other.

(1/2)

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Once the spirit seems satisfied with your supply of ammunition it steps calmly onto the escalator and lets the device carry it down to the first floor. You're struck by the sheer absurdity of a gas-mask wearing embodiment of death and war riding an escalator calmly, the tattered remnants of its right arm dangling limply from its side. You follow it regardless, and you find yourself led on a circuitous route through the ground floor. You grab a balaclava with some weird gas mask thing on the end, a thick scarf, several coats, lots of loose shirts, a water-resistant jacket and several pairs of water resistant pants. Also, several pairs of gloves along with several warm hats.

It eventually seems satisfied with your clothing options and rides the escalator up to the third floor, where the camping supplies are. You find yourself grabbing an insulated tent and a similarly insulated sleeping pag, as well as several blankets and a pillow. You're somewhat unsettled by the fact you're grabbing these items without really realizing, it's simply what you know you ought to do. The spirit is merely walking in front of oyu passively.

Once you've collected all of the items the spirit indicated, it vanishes. You're left with your arms loaded full of clothing, camping supplies, and ammunition. You also note a gun cleaning kit, rope, zip ties, chemical packets that will warm up once activated, an electric torch, and a hand crank universal charger. It's stacked precariously, almost impossibly. You've little idea how you managed to grab some of the items with your hands already full as they were. Regardless, you're left to navigate down to the ground floor on your own.

>Grab something else that the spirit didn't pick out for you.
>You're way out of your depth here, trust the spirit's judgement.
>Write-in

>>35357490
Write-In: Flares. Good for distraction and emergency lights. More reliable than flashlights too. So many horror movies would be half as long if the protagonists just had some god-damn flares.

>>35357490
>You're way out of your depth here, trust the spirit's judgement.

He a good boy

>>35357490
Unless they sell mirrors, no. Tally ho Mr. War

>>35357464
>advice for arctic
>no go to arctic
I like this guy

>>35357490
>>You're way out of your depth here, trust the spirit's judgement.
>>Write-in
"Danke, dass du mein Freund"

>>35357490
>You're way out of your depth here, trust the spirit's judgement.
Yeah!
Got off of work and life quest is still going!

>Trust the spirit.
Writin'

>>35357640
>thanking a soldier for doing what he's told
Nah son

>>35357848
Yeah, might be more appropriate to tell him he is dismissed instead.

>>35357883
I like it.
Dismissal is nice and clean.

>insulting the embodiment of the death and suffering of thousands
It might be military politeness and I gues it worked, but it somehow doesn't sit right with me.
Also, what kind of uncultured swine doesn't know not to invade Russia(Asia) in the winter? MC knew some stuff about the tsardom, after all.

You make your way to the register, bypassing the rest of the store. You trust that War got you all the supplies you need, or at least the vast majority of the supplies you'll need. You drop your pile of supplies on the counter in front of a zoned out teenage girl who doesn't even really seem to notice you as she starts to scan through your pile, the total ticking steadily higher. Rather, she simply stares into space, completely unaware of the world around her. It's kind of disconcerting.

Eventually she's widdled the pile down and bagged it all away with mechanical efficiency. She mumbles something, presumably the total. It came out to be three hundred forty two dollars and sixteen cents. You count out four hundred dollar bills and pass them to the woman, who taps the amount into the register. Your change is spit out of a recepticle in the counter, bills first and then loose change.
>Cash: $2,657.84

You collect your bags and, with great difficulty, ferry them as well as your rifle back to the trunk of your car. It takes some effort, but you manage to pack everything in. All told, this shopping trip ate up about an hour of your time. Perhaps a bit more. Checking you're phone, it's 6:27 PM. You're starving, and you still wanted to try out your newfound powers. Then again, you could always just head back home and relax. You'll probably have time tomorrow to run errands and such.

>Go hunting for spirits in the city.
>Go hunting for spirits closer to your home.
>Find some place to eat, spirits are probably more active at night.
>Head home and cook for yourself, feed the dog, and clean up the place.
>Write-in

>>35358252
>insulting
Says the civie

>>35358322
>>Go hunting for spirits closer to your home.

>>35358322
>Head home and cook for yourself, feed the dog, and clean up the place.
I kinda wanna browse in-universe /x/

>>35358322
>cleaning
Naw faggot, just eat

>>35358322
>>Find some place to eat, spirits are probably more active at night.

>>35358322
>Find some place to eat, spirits are probably more active at night.

>>35358322
>>Head home and cook for yourself, feed the dog, and clean up the place.
Got to ensure if our sex-crazed missus returns the place is presentable.

>>35358322
>>Find some place to eat, spirits are probably more active at night.

So...we live in a good neighborhood right? No murders near our place, right? Anyone here wanna go wander around the forest again?

>>35358329
>it might be military politeness
>>35358322
Does our place have a basement? We should get a basement for crazy spirit bullshit practice.
I want to see if we can only do flamethrowers, or if we can manipulate fire to a dgree too, maybe fireballs and shit.

>>35358416
Not without a gun on our person.

>>35358418
>implying it's just military
Teachers dismiss students, bosses dismiss workers. It's professional, and this nigga is a German spirit of war, nigga deserves some professionalism

>>35358322
>Head home and cook for yourself, feed the dog and then go spirit hunting.
Take care of the dog.

>>35358322
>>Find some place to eat, spirits are probably more active at night. Then head home, feed the dog, and clean up the place.

>>35358416
It's a good neighborhood, but it's isolated. You're one 'o them rich folk what live in the mountains. That means your neighbors are just as often country bumpkins as they are other rich folk.

So yeah, there are a disproportionate number of murders for the relative wealth of the area.

>>35358418
You do have a basement, though it's only a tiny one and it's also furnished. Not good for painting chalk marks on the cement floor or hurling fireballs around.

>>35358322
Forgot to add on to >>35358418
>>Head home and cook for yourself, feed the dog, and clean up the place.
>>35358465
I'm talking about
>ATTENTION, you self-pitying piece of shit!

>>35358322
>Find some place to eat, spirits are probably more active at night.

>>35358371
>Who ya gonna call?

>>35358386
>>35358415
>>35358499
>>35358547
>Homeward bound

>>35358560
>>35358523
>>35358416
>>35358409
>>35358396
>Restaurantward bound

Looks like you're eating out. Quick vote while I start writing.

>Treat yourself to someplace fancy. You've got the cash for it.
>Just go for something middle of the road, not shit but not fine dining.
>Head to your favorite bar, it's on the way home and the bar food is alright. Plus, friends.
>Get some fast food and eat on the way home.
>Write-in

>>35358547
So is he. It is just normal military speak for a higher ranking officer.

>>35358535
We should gt a bigger basement, then.

>>35358607
>Get some fast food and eat on the way home.
We got things to do. Just grab something, care for the dog then it is time for spirit hunting.

>>35358607
>Treat yourself to someplace fancy. You've got the cash for it.
Refer to ourselves in the third person and speak with an italian accent the entire time.

>>35358607
>Get some fast food and eat on the way home.
More likely to see spirits this way.

>>35358607
>>Just go for something middle of the road, not shit but not fine dining.

>>35358607
>Just go for something middle of the road, not shit but not fine dining.

>>35358607
>>Get some fast food and eat on the way home.
on stipulation that we go spirit hunting

>>35358607
>Head to your favorite bar, it's on the way home and the bar food is alright. Plus, friends.

What's Don's drink of choice

>>35358607
>>Just go for something middle of the road, not shit but not fine dining.
or
>>Get some fast food and eat on the way home.

So how long until we meet our brother who also got magic powers and we go around hunting supernatural things?
Also we should just find a abandoned warehouse to use as our testing grounds.

>>35358844
>implying
no thanks

>>35358884
Fine we can buy one with money, mister moral

>>35358637
>>35358693
>>35358721
>>35358785
>Fast food

>>35358785
>>35358703
>>35358712
>Middle of the road.

>>35358652
>Good shit

>>35358743
Bar

Forgot to mention, writin'

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You climb into the car and go through your usual routine. Once it's started up and in gear you get on the highway and absentmindedly keep an eye out for anything approaching tollerable to eat. All the fast food these days is basically overprocessed protein slurry, so you'd like to avoid anything of that nature if at all possible. You'd like to be able to keep the food you eat down, after all.

It doesn't take you long to find a decently acceptable place to eat that isn't too expensive and won't break the bank. It's a small french bistro just off the highway. You swing off the exit ramp and make your way across the road into the parking lot, coming to a stop just in front of the place. You note a few oddities, namely yours seems to be the only car in the parking lot. However, this isn't overly concerning. It's that dead period between dinner and lunch, so you'd expect it to be sparsely populated. The giant sign hanging above the entrance spelling 'Le Cirque' in glowing neon blue letters also strikes you as odd for some reason you can't quite put your finger on.

You climb out of your car, locking it behind you. The inside of the bistro is just as empty as the outside would suggest. The handful of tables scattered around the front of the restaurant are devoid of people, decoration, or chairs. The counter is abandoned and apparnetly disused, cobwebs stretching across the corners. The only other soul in the entire place is a strange creature, a man from the shoulders down. Its neck and head are part of one giant mouth. It has no eyes, no nose, no ears. Its head is odd and vaguely pyramidal, if a pyramid was turned on its head. The only feature it has is one long, think line of a mouth splitting its lopsided head in half.
(1/2)

It purrs, an unsettling sound. Its lips seem to roll like waves as the sound stretches on. Finally it stops, and folds its hands in front of itself. “A mortal who can see the realm of spirits, how curious.” It stretches out its hands, and an array of grotesqueries appear inside the suddenly ornate, gold trimmed display counter. You see human eyes decorating delicate puff pastries. Giant, ungainly spider's legs protruding from the top of a fruit pie of some sort. A seemingly mundane meat pie. All manner of sweats, some sporting insects, others creatures you can't identify. Frankly, it's almost like some children's fable.

“Anything you like, for only the price of a secret.” Its voice is hoarse, and throaty. Almost more of a croak. You glance behind you, towards the entrance. However, seeing your gesture the spirit purrs once more, or perhaps this time it's more of a growl. “Only paying customers may leave, I'm afraid.”

>Just... get something mundane looking.
>Ask him if he has anything without human parts in it.
>Ask him which items have human parts in them, you're contractually obligated to be a cannibal after all.
>Screw this thing, you don't have to do what it says. Torch the place!
>Write-in

>>35359313
>Would you recommend me something for free? Maybe tell me what an item I ask about does?
We can just tell it a mundane secret, like what manga we like the most.

>>35359313
>Ask for a burger.

>>35359313
>>Ask him which items have human parts in them, you're contractually obligated to be a cannibal after all.
if we HAVE to be a cannibal then might as well play his game

>>35359382
Supporting. We need info on what we're bartering for.

In short, maximum jew this guy.

>>35359313
Can we shake on the deal? I want to scare the hell out of him by flexing our spirit powers a bit. I still wanna buy some shit though

Soma... what are you listening to?

>>35359573
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KhrteSZXFzM
Old people are funny when they're shooped.

Anyway, writin' for
>Ask for a recommendation

Last post is approaching soon-ish probably.

>>35359623
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KhrteSZXFzM
The heck is this?

>>35359672

Drugs.

>>35359672
Art

>>35359623
the dude in the red shirt's face screams "I'm not wearing pants right now"

>>35359672
Art on drugs.

>>35359672
Drugs on art.

>>35359313
> Ask him what the hell the food does.

I mean, does this feed our ghost powers too? Also, will he tell us other people's secrets, like who the hell it was that resurrected us?

>>35359781
It's almost certainly Gabriel.

You approach the counter cautiously, eyeing the various confections and pastries within with no small amount of suspicion. “So, what do these do?” You ask, cautiously. One of the eyeballs on top of a barbecue puff blinks at you. You find yourself distinctly unsettled.

The spirit follows you with its head, but doesn't give any other indication that it's noticed your presence.”Whatever do you mean, walker of dual nature? They feed you. Your spirit. Your essence. Perhaps for a mortal this is strange. Consider yourself excused, should this be the case. I understand our customs can take some time to adjust to.”

Well gee, thanks there hideous monster guy. Way to be condescending under a mask of vague politeness. “Well, consider my spiritual essence malnourished then. What would you recommend for one's first meal?” You look up, to where the spirit was but moments before. Instead you feel a cold and clammy, its fingers impossibly long and tipped with black claws. It reminds you in many ways of a corpse, and you feel an involuntary shiver run down your spine.

The creature draws your attention to a cupcake with what appears to be a finger protruding from the top, its fingernail burning like the wick of a candle. You find yourself unable to actually look at the creature directly, only catch glimpses of it out of the corner of your eye. You really need to figure out that teleportation thing spirits seem capable of.

“Awakening day baked good, in a cup shaped variety. A favorite. I'm sure you'll love it.”

>You suppose a birthday cupcake sounds alright. Take it.
>It's been a few days since you actually 'awoke'. It wouldn't seem proper.
>Write-in

>>35359964
I love this thing. Any note fags know what/who he is? I vaguely remember mytho shit where you can't look directly at them.

>>35359964
>>You suppose a birthday cupcake sounds alright. Take it.
i like this guy

>>35359964
Anyone else wanna pin down and absorb this fucker?

>>35360099
kinda

>>35359964
>You suppose a birthday cupcake sounds alright. Take it.

>>35360099
I'm a bit worried that he's strong as shit.
>>35359964
Make him promise it won't do anything bad, spirits seem to take deals and promises quite seriosly

>>35360099
He did offer us whatever we want for a secret, we could ask to bind him for a secret.

>>35360154
I love rule lawyers like you're.
>>35359964
Do it

>>35360154
That is a fantastic idea. Do it.

>>35360154
Our secret should be "I made a deal with the devil."

>>35360154
>>35360175
>>35360187
Writin' for this. Assuming no complaints.

>>35360223
That should be the only secret we aren't telling.
Even if it's to a spirit, don't take any chances with that shit.

>>35360247
It doesn't break any of mister skeletons rules though does it? We aren't saying he brought us back to life, only that a deal was made. And we are saying the devil, not the spooky skeleton beast

>>35360279
And he's not even mortal.

>>35360223
We don't know that it was THE devil. Let's just say A devil.

Figuratively speaking.

>>35360279
>>35360296
We have a life time of secrets to pick from, why pick the only one that could get us into trouble?

>>35360311
>>35360279
Also, if he's asking for a secret I assume it has to be the truth.

>>35360311
He's almost certainly and archangel

>>35360314
>Tell spirit about the time when we were six and we pooped our pajamas in the night and threw our poopy bottoms out the window because we thought it would work like the bathroom.

>>35359964
>Ripping off Saga.

>>35360327
Let's tell him our co-worker shot is then.

>>35360334
Devils and demons were once angels, no? Besides, perception defines reality, so from our point of view he could be a devil.

Nigga wants us to eat people. WTF. I can 100% see our character believing it's a devil of some sort.

>Implying we'll get to pick what secret we tell.

>>35360353
this works

>>35360361

Yeeaah, good point. I'd like to clarify this with the spirit.

We need to find a spirit lawyer for this shit.

>>35360358
No. Lucifer became satan but that isn't really a demon, just a fallen angel. Skelly man is Gabriel the archangel, he was the guy who rezed jesus, also the guy assigned to work with humans, also associated with fulfillment. Fits skelly man perfectly

>>35360361
I doubt it, if he gets to pick the secret we give him he'll have to see the rest of our secrets, defeating the point of the whole thing.

This is taking a while, I think we just bad ended

>>35360640
Man all these shadowruns is getting you spooked is all. This late at night Soma often takes his time between posts, specially if he's on the piss. At least, I think it's night where he is. Fuck its hard to keep track from down here.

>>35360669
It's 3:15am for him, I think.

>>35360669
3 am times so yes

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You peer over the assorted treats laid out before you. A hand is desperately trying to fight its way out of the meat pie and one of the pastries has sprouted antennae and started crawling around on the glass. Frankly, none of this stuff looks appetizing, but then a thought occurs to you. The spirit had said you could have anything for the price of a secret.

Anything.

You clear your throat pointedly. “Well, I think I've decided on what I'd like.” The hand on your shoulder is gone, and instead the creature stands before you. You're once more able to stare at it directly, instead of simply catching glimpses of it.

It purrs, a low and throaty noise. “Oooh? And what, pray tell, might that be?” The spirits lips peel back, baring impossibly large, ink black teeth in some twisted simulacrum of a grin.

“I would like to bind you to my will, allowing me to use your power as my own as I see fit.” You fold your arms in front of your chest. “Here is my secret, spirit. I made a deal with the devil himself.”

The spirit's grin splits wider. It throws its head back, cackling wildly. This... isn't exactly the reaction you were expecting. However, you keep your cool. It's probably just putting on airs, or something. Right?

“Very well, oh walker of two worlds. I accept your bargain.” The creature stretches its hand across the counter, and you take it in your grasp. As you pump its hand once, searing pain stretches across your neck. It seems to rip and claw its way up to your jaw line, and down across your shoulders and chest. One massive latticework of knots which eventually stretches across much of your upper body. In the center of which a runic symbol distinguishes itself; twisting, warping, winding in strange geometries.
(1/2)

However, the spirit remains. Much as it was before, seemingly unaffected by the binding. It merely stands before you, grinning that sick, twisted grin. “Now, my master-” The way it says the word, dripping with derision, you get the feeling it doesn't take you seriously. “-I never said you would get to choose the secret you revealed. Indeed, only that a secret would be owed. Thus, I believe I shall call in that debt now.”

You've got a bad feeling about this.

“Tell me, what is your true name?”

>ROOOOOOLL 3d10+6 (+2 from binding, +4 from hidden) vs DC 25!

Rolled 3, 9, 9 + 6 = 27 (3d10 + 6)

>>35360794
I'm a professional lucky asshole. I got this.

Rolled 9, 8, 7 + 6 = 30 (3d10 + 6)

>>35360794
Hail Satan.

Rolled 3, 6, 7 + 6 = 22 (3d10 + 6)

>>35360794

>>35360794
>>35360794

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>>35360813
>>35360816
>>35360821

>>35360813
>>35360816
>>35360821
Welp. You beat the odds. I believe that's a 12.39% chance of success, and the dice deigned to grant you victory.

Writin'

Rolled 7, 2, 10 + 6 = 25 (3d10 + 6)

>>35360794
Didn't think of that...

>>35360872
we out gluttoned the glutton

>>35360872
THE DEVILS OWN LUCK
don continues to be lucifer

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>>35360872
Did we just bind Beelzebub?

>>35360872
Hey, let's add Vys to make a great success.

>>35360900
Vys don't exist in LQ.

>>35360813
>>35360816
>>35360821
Fucking rekt

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>>35360872
Well fuck me running lads, seems we've just bound the incarnation of one of the seven deadly sins.

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>>35360872
>I'll trick this spirit
>Spirit is amused
>Give up a secret
>Oh I'm sorry, but I want your name
>Yeah no

>>35360908
I bet we'll get soul points or some shit later. Like how I suspect we'll get some shit related to overclocking augs in space quest

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>>35360908

>>35360872
It's because that one guy from your ritual is reading your quests now. We have the old gods blessing.

>>35360775
>circle says some shit about fearing nothing on heaven or earth God or man
>we didn't fear shit and kicked demon boys ass in

>>35360896
>we now have glutton working for us
Well, we just need the others now. Is our wife gonna be lust?

Every fiber of your being screams out to answer the spirit. Your very atoms seem to vibrate in time to the forgotten syllables, impossibly twisted sounds no mortal ought to be able to utter. Your muscles tense, forcing the air out of your lungs. Your larynx tenses, vibrating, shaping the sound into the single word that contains the essence of your being. The secrets of your existence. Everything you've ever done, are doing, or will do contained in a single word.

You bite it off, fighting back the urge. It's a struggle, but eventually you manage to seethe out through clenched teeth. “On the... contrary, spirit.” Its grin fades, mouth turning into a hard line. “You merely said 'a secret'.” You feel your strength returning to you, that unseen, vice-like grip on your thoughts loosening. “You never specified when the secret was to be given, nor how, or what it must constitute. I have paid your price sufficiently. Now-”

You feel an uncomfortable charge enter the air as you poise the tip of your tongue against your palate, drawing out the consonant. You feel a strange throbbing in your chest. A hunger you don't recall. You want more. More of everything. More money, more power, more sex, more violence. More food, more drink, more time. More, more. It doesn't matter what, you want more. You'll always want more. You've always wanted more. You'll always want for more. You'll do anything, just to have more.

“-submit.”
(1/2)

In an instant, the tension is gone. The spirit is gone. The bistro with its grotesque confections is gone. You stand alone, in an empty lot. Your car is a short distance away sitting in the grass. You reach a hand up to feel along the new mark on your neck and chest, the runic symbol is slightly raised in comparison to the rest of the black marking. It's centered directly over your Adam's apple.

That strange urging for more, more of everything. You still feel it, though not as intensely. It festers, like rot in the back of your mind. However, with a thought you suppress it. It recedes further into your subconscious, out of your immediate attention. You feel fantastic. You feel powerful, more than anything. Like anywhere in the world is but a step away. Should you only be able to picture it. You want to flex your new-found mystical might. You want to cut loose, for once in your god damned life.

>Picture your house.
>Picture your office.
>Picture your wife.
>Ignore the urge, get in your car and drive away.

>>35361123
Me, obviously. Next post is likely my last.

>>35361123
Fuck off with your glutton mind powers glutton.

>>35361136
Let's make the last post a memorable one, eh gents?

>>35361136
>Ignore the urge, get in your car and drive away.

>>35361136
>Picture your wife.

>>35361136
>>35361149
>>Picture your office.
Damn 4chanX ate my paste. Glue huffing, paint sniffing retard.

>>35361136
>Ignore the urge, get in your car and drive away.
No glutton, fuck off. Did we just get this quests dead God?

>>35361136
>>Ignore the urge, get in your car and drive away.

>>35361136
Picture your car.
If it's teleport then it'll be safe since we won't have to walk to get it back.

Well, at least it goes with the whole eating human flesh thing.

>>35361136
>>Picture your house.

>>35361136
>>Ignore the urge, get in your car and drive away.

We should flex our magical muscles later, when these malevolent impulses are weaker.

For now, we have a dog to feed.

>>35361136
>>Ignore the urge, get in your car and drive away.
we can do spirit training after we get home and straighten things out

>Ignore it.
Writin'

>>35361136
>urge drops to our sub-conscious
>suddenly feel real powerful and want to cut loose and test our powers
No thank you.
>Ignore the urge, get in your car and drive away.

>>35361136
>>Ignore the urge, get in your car and drive away.

>>35361230
Did we pass the final test? If you can't answer because telling I say we repertory say "Submit" on our way home. Keep that nigga in check

Damn. You responsible gits were just waiting in the wings for us few active players to get heady and try something gaumless, weren't you boys?

Because the only alternative explanation is same-faggotry most foul, and none of those who follow Soma would stoop to such skulduggery, right?

>>35361274
I only samefag arguments BQ, lq is holy ground and shant be tainted

>>35361274
hey, I'm all for gaumless and what not. just when its on our terms not right after we bind a super strong spirit that actively tried to mind fuck us. I'm not putting the mask on again anon, no more dead gods

>>35361294
I feel like soma is secretly training good questers. Have fun when it's appropriate. Don't be a murder hobo. Don't get cocky. Always haggle.

>>35361294
Still got one in our brain and favors we owe to living gods.

>>35361307
And absolutely no using fire powers in tightly packed enclosed spaces. Ever.

You take on slow, deep breath after another, simply enjoying the smell of gasoline and smog that permeates this part of the city. It burns your sinuses, a coppery scent flooding your senses. Everything seems sharper than it was before. You feel more real, more alive than you ever have before.

On a whim, you turn sharply and stride towards the car, denying your urge. At first, a deep sense of loss fills you. You feel you're betraying yourself on a very basic level. However, the next moment you feel relieved. You feel perfectly in control of yourself. That power still writhes just beneath the surface of your skin, searching for any avenue of escape. However, as your car door clicks unlocked and you slide into the comfortable leather seats of your car even that sensation fades.

The car roars to life in an instant and you gently navigate it out of the field and back onto the road. In just a few moments, you're rocketing down the highway towards the setting sun. Today was a good day, a productive day. You couldn't have hoped for better.

>EEEEEEEEEEEND THREAD!
Stick around for a bit.

>>35361320
We learned that from soma? You mean when we burned the shit out of our companion? I think that was BQ? Did we ever heal them?

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Life+Quest
Archives here.

>>35361333
Soma! You miserable sod! How could you write an ending like that and not include a link to a cheesy 80's action movie sunset drive scene? You're betraying the very principles of this board! This website!

>>35361333
Righteous thread Soma, I dig this quest. So how will we figure out what gluttony's powers are, and what would have happened had we failed that last roll?

>>35361333
So we passed the test right? Would we have raped our wife?

>>35361347
We didn't burn our companion. We burnt our guide. Unless your talking about someone else.

>>35361347
>>35361374
Hahaha, not quite anons, it was arguably worse than that....

>>35361374
I vaguely remember burning a friendly at some point. It was probably our guide then.

>>35361359
I can't reveal too many details, but basically you would've been just as bound to gluttony's will as gluttony was bound to yours.

>>35361357
https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=eKeRY3lYq0M#t=135

>>35361386
Oh the bar? That was more a lesson about a flammable things and fire. Also stop acting like its a horrible thing, they were low gang bangers, stupid and bad decision riddled yes, anywhere near comparable to the mask incident? No.

>>35361392
>>35361374
Profectus with the water thing and the cavitation chamber?

>>35361333
Next Time
>Feed Dog
>Clean House
>Test Powers
>Resist Mind Fuckery
>Find More Spirits
>Plan Murder
>Learn German

>>35361354
Fun thread Soma, we are collecting spirits but get no use out of them. We seriously need to put them into practice.

When is Banished? I miss it. Looking forward to the fight and intrigues coming up.

>>35361333
Glad we avoided putting on the mask in this thread. You all know what I mean.

>>35361415
Oh was it boiling water? And was it his leg?

>>35361417
Fffffriday night, motherfuckers. We get back to BQ. Wednesday will likely be the last session of LQ for quite some time.

>>35361429
Friday? That's a whole week away. Goddamn...

>>35361429
I hope we get around to putting a bullet in our co-workers face by then.

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>>35361429
>Fffffriday night, motherfuckers. We get back to BQ
Yaaaaaay!
>Wednesday will likely be the last session of LQ for quite some time.
Nooooo!

>>35361429
Did don figure out that it was gluttony?

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>>35361429
>Wednesday will likely be the last session of LQ for quite some time.
B-b-but, we haven't even got a chance to shoot something! This quest is too young to put on hiatus!

>>35361466
Not a true hiatus, I'll just be focusing on BQ. I don't have the mental or testicular fortitude to truly run 2 quest at once.

>>35361487
I crI erry time, now go answer the questions I only barely remember asking

>>35361487
I am sad now, but that's understandable. Running three times a week is damned impressive as is.

Oh and before I forget, was there any reason we purchased those boxes of 7.62x35mm ammunition earlier?

>>35361554
Ammunition for your PDW which I really need to name at some point.

>>35361587
That is a big bullet for a PDW. I noticed on the pastebin its damage output is listed as low, while the Gewehr (with a similar sized round) has high. That because mr. war makes it shoot warhounds or is our PDW just that crappy?

>>35361587
Just be cheap and say "Not!GenericSpaceCorp brand P.D.W. Mk.8"

>>35361639
Yeah that is a tricky one, whats a generic sounding name for an Eastern European weapons manufacturer? I wonder what was up with those exotic arms Roge was getting from there.

>>35361630
You're thinking of 7.62 NATO and 7.62 Russian. 7.62 x 35 was built to be used in M4's PDW's, and converted sub machine guns. It's known as the .300 Blackout read up. It's a nifty *small* cartridge.

>>35361630
>our laser rifle that melts faces and crushes skulls does less damage
God damn mr. War gives sweet boosts

>>35361685
And that one guy called it a shitty antique.

>>35361725
Guys, guys. I just had an awesome idea. We should get the Gewehr a bayonet. I think it'd make lil' Krieger there a very happy ghost. And we could tap into his martial skill next time we fight a melee monster so we don't have to supplex a bear or something.

>>35361685
We paid 100 American dollars for it.

Fuck your fancy ass future tech, Roge, the 400 year old rifle is the best gun we have.

And we paid pennies for it.

No matter what quest he runs, Soma's MCs are always the ultimate jew.

>>35361759
Anyone got a gif of the bear from hajjime no ippo getting its shit kicked in?

>>35361759
Actually I think the bayonet came included. Not sure Don realized what it was, but we can totally stab bitches with our 400 year old sniper rifle now.

>>35361759
We shoot fire from our hands and have a multitude of guns. If a bear can survive both our boolits abs our flaming fists, I say we cut our loses and run

>>35361805
Actually, apparently most bears can take multiple bullets and still eat your face if they are poorly aimed.

>>35361834
War laugh in face of bear. Bear is nothing in face of war.

>>35361834
Most bears also can be repelled by some simple fire and we have more fire than we know what to do with.

>>35361871
>tfw we are walking flamenwerffer

>>35361179
I knew something like this would happen when I'm in school, FUCK.

>>35361630
Ya' know, Blackout can pierce several inches of hard cover (think brick walls or cement barriers) and eats body armor whether it's weave or ceramic plate. When the going gets tough and physical, I wager the "hidden" effects of the PDW (which is doubtless superb penetration) will make it a handy tool. The sheer number of rounds we can put down will also be handy.

>>35361860
War isn't actually contracted, shadow run it up now. Also we totally need to collect all of the weapons with war spirits infused so we can fuse them into the horseman of war.

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>>35361871
I pray you are right anon, I have heard some crazy shit about some crazy bears.

Okay, so beyond figuring out the ins and outs of our fire power, and figuring out what Gluttony does. We should I don't know try shooting our rifle or at least seeing what Her War can do beyond speak German and be an overall bro

>>35361904
Didn't that one guy beat a bear to death with a tree branch, making him like the second guy to kill a bear with melee?

>>35361905
Sounds good, with the damage rate of this gun I half expect the bullets to cause an eruption of mustard gas. Oh, and we should totally get Mr. War to spot for us when we shoot.

>>35361904
Bear skulls are massive, reinforced structures have tons of hard tissue (like their dozen pound mouths) It's about the closest thing today to a Tyrannosaurus Rex skull. If we ever fight a bear, we need to go for the eyes with fire or bullet, get elevation, and aim for the back to paralyze as well as kill.

>>35361943
>implying he won't aim for us.

l>>35361919
to kill a bear without modern tools not simply melee

>>35361956
Or we could glutton it with a desire for dirt. Assuming that's how glutton works of course

>>35361943
personally I would love for him to be an "always hit target" rifle. like the dogs of war possess the bullet and it tracks the target

>>35361966
Eh, still awesome as hell.

http://strawpoll.me/2727864

>>35361860
>>35361919
>>35361966
We shall use bayonet on bear, like true man of war.

Skelly man said to live our new life to the fullest right? Anyone else wanna become the God king of the universe? or at least Earth. You think that counts? We could also just become a world famous repo man with your sweet skills, working our way up to bounty hunting, then to just being a merc. Donny the red, deaths merchant.

>>35362031
>not our fists
Pussy.

>>35362017
Heh, stuff like this makes me wonder if Soma's imouto follows this quest.

>missed the thread
Fuuuuuck.
Good rolls though.
So now we have Cernunnos and Beelzebub.

So, look like we can teleport now? I expect more from him if he was the actual personification of Gluttony though.
Strange how 2 of the spirits we've met have been named after concepts, Gluttony and War.
We should work on getting some clawed guy or something for them natural weapons, at least when we're at the Antarctic.

Anyone still here?

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>>35364103
Nope.
Threads over bud, go home.

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>>35364152
no
Gluttony reminded me of this guy, except this head is even flatter

>Shooting: 2
>Fighting: 4
We really should look more into melee weapons or spirits. At least a tazer-kinfe or something.