>>2275397
>Take out your cell, check the news or the map for any accidents

Only sensible option.

>DC
>Write In

Scout of the nearest nigger and drive into him. Kill self.

>>2275397
>Take out your cell, check the news or the map for any accidents
Let’s play it smart.

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I'll take these for now, so we can move a little faster along.

>>2275438
It's DC not Baltimore friend.

>>2275409
>>2275447
>Take out your cell, check the news or the map for any accidents
+1 INT

You keep your foot squarely on the brake, and reach for your cell.

Screen's cracked on one end, but you've been able to operate the touchscreen well enough.

You skim through the first two headlines, one detailing a reconstruction project in an old shopping center, and another about the growing homeless population in the city. Nothing that interests you honestly, so you move the screen to your destination.

'Headlines' -> 'Traffic' -> 'Accident Report'

Arlington reports a collision near the beltway, but nowhere near you. There's a faulty traffic signal in 12th SW, but nothing that should affect your route.

'Why the fuck is everyone just standing there for?', you think as you hear police sirens coming near. Maybe the accident was closer than you think.

Then again...doesn't a firetruck or ambulance usually accompany the police if that's the case? And what's that smell? There's something like, rotting eggs and swamp water entering your sedan.

>Open up the windows, get rid of that odor and try to signal someone.
>Call 911, this could be an emergency, try to get some more info on what's going on.
>Get out of your car, go on foot, and figure out what's happening.
>Write In

>>2275468
>Get out of your car, go on foot, and figure out what's happening.

>>2275468
>Get out of your car, go on foot, and figure out what's happening.
Might as well take a look.

>>2275468
>Get out of your car, go on foot, and figure out what's happening.

So are we figthing aliens, monsters or other gantz units?

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>>2275488
>>2275478
>>2275469
>Get out of your car, go on foot, and figure out what's happening.
+1 WIL

You put the car in park, take your keys, and head outside of the interior.

As you step out though, you notice a few other drivers have gotten out of their cars as well. They all seem to be heading towards the intersection, or at least moving forward in group. Not only that, but whatever that smell is, it is outside in force.

The police sirens seem to be getting closer now, but still no ambulance or firetruck wails.

Whatever it is, it is probably best not to stay here at least, and you follow where the crowd is headed. You try to ask them if they know something, but they are as confused as you are.

As you reach the intersection you notice that traffic is also stopped at the secondary points there as well, so there are stopped cars coming south. Though that pales in comparison to the crack in the road you see several people looking towards.

Throughout this whole thing it has dawned on you however, that whatever that smell, that permeated into your car and has grown stronger as you approached the intersection, is originating here.

>Step closer, investigate this thing up close, but god does it smell.
>Take a picture, and have evidence of what happened here.
>Stand by, let the police figure out what's happening, or ask someone else
>Write In

>>2275527
>Step closer, investigate this thing up close, but god does it smell.

>>2275527
>Step closer, investigate this thing up close, but god does it smell.

>>2275527
>Step closer, investigate this thing up close, but god does it smell.

>>2275527
>Write In
No, fuck that. I'm not going to some mystery crack. I'll stand by and watch.

>>2275558
Coward.

>>2275569
Say that when some horrific abomination crawls out of the hole.

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>>2275571
Nah man this was just some bad construction and the sewer smell is leaking up to the surface.

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>>2275555
>>2275529
>>2275542
>Step closer, investigate this thing up close, but god does it smell.
+1 AGR

There's about 15 people surrounding this thing, and 1 that is taking several steps closer for the sake of curiosity and possibly bravado.

You're one to not naturally take many risks, thinking things through was always your thing. But there's also the spectre of crowd mentality lingering on you and that growing shade of going against the flow. You want to look cool, but also to make the rest of these people look like cowards for not going through with this.

Any sort of self-important justification fades as you step closer to the crack. The ground feels somewhat light, and even soft as you make your way closer. That smell is now at it zenith, and it is positively covering you now. There's no vapor, or steam but a weird hissing sound regardless as you reach the opening. It's almost like a ga-

"EVERYONE CLEAR THE AREA!"

You hear shouting behind you as the police sirens final reach the stopped traffic. The officers are out on foot, and with megaphones in hand, each moving to clear the crowd as some head closer to your location.

"GET INDOORS! THERE'S A GAS LEAK IN THE AREA!"

Oh shit.

Immediately, the crowd disperses, and you don't need to be told twice to get out of dodge. Yet as your feet move to run, you hear a shaking crack near you. You look behind to see the crack growing out, and the soft pavement gives way under your foot. You feel a surge of heat with your foot inside there.

>roll 1d20 to get your foot out of the crack; best 1 out of three.

OOC: Sorry for being late, I was getting some lunch.

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>2275599

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>2275599
Check my roll i played college football!

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>2275599

>>2275602
>>2275607
>>2275608
Dat 15 gets you a thing. Writing.

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>>2275610
>Gets you a thing
>inb4 it's death.

>>2275610
>Rolled 15 (1d20)
You pull with all of your strength, and your foot manages to budge out of the crack. There's burn marks at sides of your sneakers, and you thank god it was only just one foot.

Though, as you take another step forward, your entire leg sinks along with part of the pavement around it. You feel something hard at the bottom, but from the sound it makes, you cant tell it is metal and very, very hot.

You try to pull it out, but the pavement is caving in around your leg, and you're not making a budge getting loose.

"Hold on there!", a voice shouts, and you see a black haired police officer approaching you. She wraps her jacket around your leg, and makes two handles to pull on from the arms. There's beads of sweat forming on her brow, and her hands a shaking from how she holds the arm. That hissing is getting louder...

"Remain calm", she ironically commands, "and pull on three."

>roll 1d20 to get your leg out of there

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>2275627
This is why we don't step near big street cracks.

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>2275627

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>2275627

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>2275627

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>2275627
Ah i wanted a face scar...

>>2275638
>>2275633
>>2275632
Look at that, at least we roll good when we should.

>>2275632
>>2275633
>>2275638

Dat 20...well, here goes. Writing.

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>>2275647
We just became a hero didn't we?

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>2275627

>>2275633
>>2275632
Nice

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>>2275647
"3!"

You physically strain your arms as the your leg becomes loosened out of the hot pavement. You feel the fabric on the officer's jacket begin to tear, as she groans back to free you.

Yet, you two manage to dislodge your leg out the pavement. There's a sharp pain in your arms, bruising in your leg, and mean burn on the side of your foot, but you ignore them as you are helped up to your feet and catch a glance at your savior.

Brown skinned, latina probably, and most likely a rookie considering how shiny her badge and uniform are. You only ogle her so much before you both start running from the crack.

You don't make it halfway to the other-side of the crossing sign before a loud explosion knocks you both off your feet. A wall of heat and noise is erupted from your previous location, and encroaches upon you both with breakneck speed.

A horrible pain racks ears, and a burning sensation is crawling up to you. Your foot...is no longer there. You can't even find where it is, it's almost as if it is...just gone.

But that's not the worst thing, as you notice that the officer's legs are gone. She's still alive somehow, and her screams are filling your ears as her blood is pooling on the pavement.

>Get out, crawl out of here and don't look back.
>Get her out, put her on your back and try to make it out of the intersection.

>>2275665
>Get her out, put her on your back and try to make it out of the intersection.
We a hero now

>>2275665
>Get her out, put her on your back and try to make it out of the intersection.
Get the cute Latina to safety.

>>2275665
>Get her out, put her on your back and try to make it out of the intersection.

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>latina police officer

Hell yeah!

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>>2275670
>>2275671
>>2275672
+1 Trust [Officer Torrez]

There's a blinding pain in your leg, but it doesn't compare to anything yet as you put pressure onto it with the officer on your back.

You figured there's no time to stop the blood flow from her legs, you only hope that you can make it to safety before you both bleed out.

You steadily place pressure on your foot, getting down on all fours when the pain becomes too unbearable to go on hopping.

You make it past the first row of cars when she speaks out, "I was...supposed to save you...you know..."

"You did," you manage out, "Now, stop talking, you're gonna tire yourself out faster if you do."

She chuckles in pain as you continue onwards. You begin to shout into the street, yet it is filling up with so much smoke and burning crackles that you doubt anyone could see or hear you.

You suddenly hear a similar sound coming behind you. The explosion is far away enough to not affect you, but the shock-wave knocks you both on the ground. The same cannot be said about the gray sedan that's tipping over onto you both.

Between those two seconds of several tons of steel and rubber about to splatter you on the sidewalk, you wonder exactly why you didn't just call in sick. There is a sharp, instantaneous pain in your neck, then your head as a bumper splatters your brain matter across the pavement.

>Erick Vanders, age 22, Deceased
+1 AGR
+2 INT
+2 WIL

>Paula Torrez, age 25, Deceased
+2 AGR
+1 INT
+2 WIL

>>2275705
OOC: We will continue in 1 hour , 30 min, I need to head to the gym.

Don't worry guys, we're just getting started.

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>>2275710
Will these stats be relevant? Also glad to see we didn't die like a scrub

>>2275705
Nice, i was worried Gantz would crap out and leave the originals alive if we died of asphyxiation or something.

>>2275719
The problem is that when/if we come back we will have to deal with our boss.At least there won't be having any clone shenanigans with us

>>2275718
OOC: Yes, they are relevant.

They are used to add to rolls relevant to their actions.

AGR: Aggression, such as when you're fueling a powerful physical strike or ignoring physical pain.
INT: Intuition, such as when you're perceiving an environment or reacting to sudden change.
WIL: Will, such as steeling yourself against something horrifying or waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

There are also physical stats, but they are not relevant until the suits come in.

>>2275719
OOC: Thank your high rolls. They actually determined on whether or not you were going in alone.

>>2275747
OOC: There are glitches here and there, but can trust in the big black ball.

>>2275754
I trust in the ball l. What i don't trust are it's creators.

>>2275665
>Get out, crawl out of here and don't look back.
Fuck being a decent person! GoGoGo!

>>2276008
Never mind then
This is what we fucking get for playing a hero.

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OOC: Gantz quest will resume in 20 min. I need to take a shower, because workouts are hot.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kgAqHDs1fEI

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For a few moments, you feel a blank haze in your mind, like being submerged in the ocean. It only lasts a few moments before your eyes catch light again and your brain tries to keep up them in trying to make sense of your current situation. There is a light hanging from the ceiling that's making the process a little more difficult.

'Ok...slow down, one thing at a time.'

Your surrounding are that of a new apartment, or possibly a small condo given how pristine the room you're in looks like. There's a window to a balcony overlooking DC, though you can't tell where in the hell you could be right now given you only know portions of the city in your commute.

In front of you, there's 5 people. Three of them are dressed in normal looking clothes, two are caucasian males, middle aged with their receding hairlines, and the third is a black female, probably still in high school given her size.

The other two, a black and a white man, are wearing some strange black, skintight suit and are holding some strange looking...guns? They look more like toys than anything.

Strangest thing however, is that large black ball in the far center of the room. It is pristine, almost like obsidian and perfectly round in every way possible.

This all takes about 5 seconds to very haggardly process before the white oddly dressed fellow starts speaking to you.

"Hey kid," he stares intently at you, "You alright there? You look as if you've seen a ghost."

The black man knocks him in the back of the head, "Knock it off Chris, that joke got old the first time you did it."

>Observe, there's too many unknowns here, let's see what happens.
>Ask, we need to know what's going on, so let's find out what happened.
>Stand, let's not think about this, let's just go.
>Write In

>>2276160
>Ask, we need to know what's going on, so let's find out what happened.
What's with the gimp suits? I didn't know the afterlife had BDSM theme.

>>2276160
>>Ask, we need to know what's going on, so let's find out what happened.

>>2276160
>Observe, there's too many unknowns here, let's see what happens.
>Write in:"I thought i died."

>>2276160
>Ask, we need to know what's going on, so let's find out what happened.

>>2276181
>>2276169
>>2276176

"Am I, dead?"

There's a bit of meekness in your voice as you speak this out. Everyone responds in silence, but Chris chortles to himself.

"Yeah!," he laughs, "And I skintight Grim Reaper, come to take your limp dick soul."

He's got a shit eating grin on his face as he comes closer and points that weird looking gun at you. Everyone in the room is visibly cowering as he does this, but the black guy just pushes him away.

"Will you shut your damn mouth already?" He moves him to the wall, and Chris complies, "Listen kid, you're not dead. And for the sake of repeating my point, no else here is dead."

"Wait," you're trying to process this, "but I died! A fucking car fell on me!"

"Yeah," the black girl interjects, "same here, I got shot on my way home. They've been tellin' us that the ball brought us back."

"We all saw it," says one of the middle aged men, "my partner and myself both got here before you both, and we got killed in a car accident."

"Then let me make it more clear," the black guy speaks up, "We're not dead. We died, but we're here now because of that." He points at the ball.

"And soon enough, it's gonna open up, and we're gonna do what it says, because otherwise-"

"You'll die for real," Christ finishes his statement.

>Ask more, ok slow down, what exactly is going on?
>Get up, look for an exit, and let's leave this all behind us.
>Look around, wait aren't we missing something...
>Write in

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>>2276211
OOC: Capcha ate the image...

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>>2276211
>I got shot on my way home.

Well black girl might get a clone.

>Ask more, ok slow down, what exactly is going on?
>Look around, wait aren't we missing something...

Ah man police girl didn't get transfered?

>>2276211
>Look around, wait aren't we missing something...

I have the sickning felling that poligegirl won't be well received in this place.

>>2276211
>Write in - "OK, we died and we've been brought back to life by this thing...why?"

>>2276211
>Ask more, ok slow down, what exactly is going on?
>Look around, wait aren't we missing something...

>>2276265
Backing

>>2276265
>>2276301
They said that the thing will speak/order us to do the thing yet.

>>2276269
>>2276236
>>2276235
>>2276301
>>2276265

"OK, we died and we've been brought back to life by this thing...why?"

"We don't know man," Chris speaks up, "we're just back here, alive, and ready to shoot some bitches."

"What my friend is trying to say is," the black guy interjects, "we were brought back because that ball wants us to follow its orders. It's gonna open up, and tells us to go after something. We either do what it says, or we die."

Dying. Not Dying. Black Ball. Following Orders. Skintight Grim Reaper?

As your brain struggles to make sense of everything that's been said for the past few minutes, it dawns on you that there's someone missing here...

"Hey, you" you look at the black guy, "did you see a policewoman come here? She's shorter than me, and looks latina."

"Name's Dante," he looks at you bluntly, like he's offended or something, "and yeah, she's over near the door. Been trying to kick it down for the last two minutes, and pointing a gun both of us."

"Damn near ended that bitch," Chris chuckles, "if she hadn't put that piece down."

You don't listen to more of their ramblings before you're out of the room and into the hallway and listen in to radio static a voice trying to call for back up.

"How the hell does this thing not have any signal?"

You see the officer slumped near the door, sweat on her brow, and a police walkie hanging loosely from her hip. She takes notice of you as you take a step closer.

"Hey hero," she starts with a joking smile, "didn't think I'd see you again."

"Yeah, likewise...", you start, "but, when did you get here?"

"Dunno," she says, "came in after that black girl though."

She looks at the ground, takes a deep breath, and gets up.

"Listen, I don't know what those two weirdos have been saying in the other room, but so far, you're probably the only thing that makes sense in here. So, before you say anything else, I am getting you a beer after this is over, alright? You're over 21 right?"

"Yeah," you reply back, "but maybe we should listen to them. Something's not right here and they are the only ones that seem to know...something."

"Alright," she makes her way to the room, "let's see what we got then."

As you both make it back to the room, Dante and Chris seem to be explaining something about...aliens to the group.

>Ask, aliens? What?
>Hear them out, maybe this is going somewhere.
>Think, what does this mean exactly?
>Write in

>>2276308
They said it will give us orders, not why we've been brought here

>>2276313
>Hear them out, maybe this is going somewhere.

>>2276313
>Hear them out, maybe this is going somewhere.

oh cool aliens. Hopefully those aren't wendigo aliens.

>>2276313
>Hear them out, maybe this is going somewhere.
Also QM please try to avoid spacing sentences too much like that.

>>2276364
That's how formatting works. Line breaks with each person speaking.

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>>2276362
>>2276364
>>2276324
May it's time to listen rather than speak out. Maybe this will all start making sense if we just take our time to process what we're given.

"If you don't want to believe it then," Chris careens his head towards the black girl, "that's your fucking funeral."

"Really," the slightly less balding middle aged man speaks up, "then where's your proof? All you have here is something out of a weird European bordello, explain to me where the ALIENS come into this? You got weapons sure, but how real are those things really?"

"You want to see a demonstration old man?" Chris's weapon begins to glow blue around the front, but before anything else happens, Dante stops places a hand on one of the weapons triggers and the glowing stops.

"We're not doing this now," he states, "and cool your fucking head already. Save it for the fucking game."

He briskly let's go of the weapon, and Chris gives him a frustrated look. The black girls goes to interject, before the oddest melody starts playing...out the big black ball?

https://youtu.be/26HsSzFX_ok?t=12

OOC: Sorry, I will try to format it a bit better.

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>>2276383
>>2276383
<Continued>

Following the song, and first message, the ball displays two strange images, and some odd text afterwards.

[J3w 5hmuck5 wi11 n0w g0 0u7, @nd ki11 7h3s3 6uy5]

[Posto Alien] - [Characteristics - Fast, Big Teeth] - [Likes - Fish, Meat]

[Micro Alien] - [Characteristics - Slow, Bad Breath] - [Likes - Fish, Frogs]

As soon as the message is plastered on the ball, it opens up its sides into two mechanically succinct sections. One side with what look like metal cases, and the other with more of those strange looking guns those guys had.

Dante moves to the rack on the left and picks up one of the cases. "I would suggest that you take the case with your name on it," he points to the name, it's yours, "if you want to make it through tonight, then put it on and take one of the guns from the racks."

He hands you the case, and there's one of those black suits in there. The officer looks at you, "You gonna do as he says?"

>May as well, at this point, nothing really is out of the ordinary.
>Hold up, what's the deal with the suit?
>Hell no, no? That shit looks gay anyways.

>>2276427
>May as well, at this point, nothing really is out of the ordinary.

>>2276427
>free shit
Take it it’s free, might be worth something

>>2276427
>>May as well, at this point, nothing really is out of the ordinary

>>2276427
>May as well, at this point, nothing really is out of the ordinary.
>May i ask what's the deal with the suit?

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>>2276443
>>2276459
>>2276442
OOC: I'll count this as 'May as Well'
>>2276433

"Never been much of a follower," you stand up, "But, I think I'm a little out of my league to start questioning so much."

You head out to the hallway to change, but before you go the officer stops you.

"It's Paula," she states, "Paula Torrez. I never got to say it to you, and I would feel bad if we 'died' again if I never told it to you."

"Erick Vanders," you reply, nodding your head, "nice to meet you. And I think we'll be fine."

The suit itself rides up as hilariously tight as you thought. It took you a second to figure out the little knobs on the sides actually tighten the thing so, can't really blame your intuition on that.

As you step out to the room, the black girl has her case and is heading into the hall. Her name is Carol Adams, from the print on the steel. This is the only glance you get as the the middle aged men are staring intently at the ball's 'screen'.

"So," the slight older one asks, "what are they? They sure don't look like aliens."

"What did you expect an alien to look like," replies Chris, "big headed, with round eyes going 'hey fellas, I'm gonna stick this needle in your ass!"

"Do always have to speak like that?," says Paula, "It hasn't been funny, not since the moment we arrived."

Chris gives her a chiding look, but goes back to leaning on the wall. Both of the old men are looking at the rack now, each holding a gun and weighing them in their hands. You head there as well, but...which one to choose...

>X-Pistol, looks easy enough to carry and use...
>X-Rifle, looks bigger, so stronger...?
>Y-Gun, looks strange, but maybe there's something to it...

>>2276498
>X-Pistol, looks easy enough to carry and use...
>Y-Gun, looks strange, but maybe there's something to it...
Take both of the small ones

>>2276498
>X-Pistol, looks easy enough to carry and use...

>>2276498
>X-Pistol, looks easy enough to carry and use...

>>2276498
>X-Rifle, looks bigger, so stronger...?
Unfortunately my knowledge of Gantz and its weapons is a bit limited, but the potential for sniping is universal

>>2276498
>X-Pistol, looks easy enough to carry and use...
>Y-Gun, looks strange, but maybe there's something to it...
After everyone else take guns make sure to grab a few extra guns, wouldn't harm to have some backup guns

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>>2276528
>>2276521
>>2276514
>>2276509
You take the pistol and the weirder looking pistol. They are surprisingly light, and feel like plastic, yet the wiring on the second one makes it feel like it's going to discharge if keep touching the front caps.

The black girl comes back changed and...well, it was certainly tight on the guys but...it's something a bit more on the girls. 'Can't be thinking that about a high schooler...' you chastise yourself, ' though I wonder if Paula...'

Paula goes to the rack, and finds her own suit. She gives you a look of mild amusement, probably at how ridiculous the thing looks on you, and heads out to the hallway.

"Hey new guy," Dante speaks up to you, "You want a lesson?"

You nod your head, and he replies in kind, "Aim, then press both triggers, and make sure you're at least 5 or so meters from what you're shooting. That goes for anyone that has one of these." He holds up one of the pistols.

The others nod in unison. It seems that whatever skepticism they had is ebbing away. Though, you think it may be that group mentality of monkey see - monkey do.

Before long though, a strange blue light is shown from the black ball and is aimed right at Chris. Before your eyes you see his body be 'deconstructed' by this laser looking light, as it takes him apart slab by slab.

>Ask, ok, seriously last question (Write In, make it count)
>Check, Paula, what's taking so long?
>Practice, shoot at the floor, the way Dante told you.

>>2276550
>Check, Paula, what's taking so long?

>>2276550
>Check, Paula, what's taking so long?
Ain't Gantz until you see a naked girl

>>2275397
unironically I was driving on this earlier today

>>2276550
>>Ask, ok, seriously last question
>"Is there anything special about the suit?"

>>2276550
>Check, Paula, what's taking so long?

>>2276550
This:>>2276572

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>>2276573
>>2276560
>>2276565
OOC: FANSERVICE

You knock on the door, asking, "Hey Paula? You finished in there? It doesn't take that long to put that thing on."

She doesn't respond. She could be ignoring you. Or she could fallen, and knocked herself unconscious trying to put that suit on...

"Hey," you call out again, out of the corner of your eye, you see that laser take Dante away, "You OK in there?"

That laser starts going after one of the middle aged guys, with one of them complaining that they never got to put their suit on, and the other saying it would have looked idiotic anyways. The one getting teleported is getting taken with the case he's holding. So it takes anything you're holding onto? Neat.

You push this out of your mind as you rationalize that since she didn't answer, it's no longer your fault for barging in on her changing. At least that's the excuse you're giving yourself for opening the door.

She's next to stark naked, with the suit's top half barely covering her breasts, and the bottom half riding down her legs. You exchange glances for a second, and immediately close the door after she screams out at you.

"Hehe," she's half chuckling to herself, probably in panic "sorry, I had to take it off since these dumb buttons started compressing this stupid thing."

"Hehe," you chuckle, in equal panic as the Carol is lasered away, "yeah, sorry as well. You may want to hurry up though, I think you're next."

"Next?", she asks, "Next for wh- Oh, shit!"

Yup. This is gonna be awkward when we get to wherever we're going...

>Steel your nerves, calm down, and let's think ahead for what's to come.
>Practice, do what Dante told you and fire the gun to see what it does.
>Try, to see how that stranger looking pistol works...

>>2276616
>Practice, do what Dante told you and fire the gun to see what it does.
Preferably away from our face or some else’s

>>2276616
>Try, to see how that stranger looking pistol works...

>>2276616
>Practice, do what Dante told you and fire the gun to see what it does.

>>2276616
>>2276649
For the interest of moving foward i'm changing my vote.

>Practice, do what Dante told you and fire the gun to see what it does.

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>>2276616
>Practice, do what Dante told you and fire the gun to see what it does.

>>2276616
>>Practice, do what Dante told you and fire the gun to see what it does.
Let's accidentally shoot our team.

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>>2276674
>>2276689
>>2276632
>>2276672
+1 AGR

You point the gun at the farthest floor board in the room and depress both triggers. The gun's barrel expands, and a shine comes from the front.

Nothing happens for a second, and you actually look at the thing and see if you didn't switch something on. It is then that the wood shakes slightly, and explodes in a large gash of splinters.

There seems to be a slight delay on the gun's 'bullet', but jesus is that strong.

"Hell, yeah," you manage to say as the ball's laser begins to take you away.

"Holy fuck," you hear Chris's familiar voice speak out in hearty laugh, "Never thought I'd see a cop's ass in my life."

You notice that Paula's still in the process of putting the suit on, and she's moving to...one of the crab shacks.

"Maine Ave?", states one of the middle aged men, "What the hell are we doing on the pier? I thought we were going to outer space."

You were planning on heading out here on the recommendation of one of your coworkers, but...probably not like this, and not at night.

"Alright," Dante speaks up, "To anyone that has one of these," he points to a device on his wrist, "press the big button once to find anything that moves, we're gonna go look for the aliens. Stick close and watch your sides."

It looks like the middle aged men are going to follow them but the black girl looks unsure....

>Paula, make sure she's alright
>Carol, speak to hear and ease her mind
>Men, head with them, strength in numbers
>Write In

>>2276738
>Carol, speak to hear and ease her mind
We need to survive and progress and NOT FUCK UP. One person with doubts can throw the mission easily

>>2276738
>Chesapeake Bay
Fuck everything, take as many oysters as we can carry.[/sarcasm]
But seriously
>Carol, speak to her and ease her mind.
Fuck Paula, she's dino food and we know it.

>>2276738
>Write In: Do as the guy say but try to see if the gadget can detect humans as well.

>Paula

>>2276738
>>Paula, make sure she's alright

>>2276738
>Paula, make sure she's alright

Huh, know what I'll switch to >Paula
Go with the herd.

>>2276759
>>2276769
>>2276753

You speed past the two groups and go looking for Paula near the Captain's Crabshack. After looking through the main shop you decide to go to the back, and find her pressing the buttons on her suit. She's actually done changing and is looking around herself for something...

"Erick!", she looks up at you, looking at your hip, "mind giving me a gun? Took too damn long with putting this thing on and didn't even get armed."

>X-Pistol, give it to her and explain how it works
>Y-Gun, give it to her and hope she can figure out how it works
>None, but let her know that maybe the others have a spare.

>>2276806
>>X-Pistol, give it to her and explain how it works
Let's try hard mode. We get more points I think with the Y-Gun anyways. Plus we got the swole suit, we're fine.

>>2276806
>>X-Pistol, give it to her and explain how it works
She probably has more experience with guns than we do.

That being said, for a cop, she's kinda careless.

>>2276806
>X-Pistol, give it to her and explain how it works
"Those this count as taking guns off the street? Because I like a 100 bucks."

>>2276806
>>X-Pistol, give it to her and explain how it works

>>2275754
>can trust in the big black ball.
Wait, you want us to trust GANTZ? Gantz, the asshole supercomputer that forces people, including children, to fight aliens and shit to the death for it's own sick amusement. And you think we should TRUST IT?!

>>2276851
Sure why not?

>>2276806
Damn, now this quest makes me want to get a hot Latina gf.

>X-Pistol

I'm sure out character can utilize some tangle+melee attacks with the Y-Gun if need be.

>>2276851
We work on fucking Wal-Mart, we already take orders from exploiting assholes with little care for human life and dignity. How is this any difference?

>>2276806
>X-Pistol, give it to her and explain how it works
I'm all for Y-Gun hard mode

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>>2276876
I laughed when I realized this.
Whats the in-depth backstory of our Eric Vanders? Is he related to this (also last name Vanders) guy?

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>>2276882
>>2276846
>>2276843
>>2276868

>>2276832
>>2276824
+1 Trust [Officer Torrez]

You hand her the pistol, and instruct her on how to utilize it. She takes a few potshots into the water, and actually finds that there's a delay between shots, about 2 seconds.

She's deadly accurate though, as she manages to blow the branch off a log straight within the gun's full range. That police training is nothing to snuff at.

"You're a man after my heart Mr. Vanders," she laughs, "now, where are these things we're supposed to be hunting?"

There's a slight tremble in the crabshack, as it is literally floating the water, as it feels like there's some weight that got added to it. Paula motions you to move behind her, and she peeks into the shack through the back door. She instantly flits back to you, and you can hear the smacking of something wet on the front of the store.

"It's there," she whispers to you, "like a crocodile with long legs."

You go to peek out at what she mentioned, and you take a long look at something straight out of prehistory. The long, powerful hind legs and powerful jaws help this beast easily snack up the crabs and fish in the shack's front. It hasn't spotted you, but every moment you see this thing move its head, your brow grows heavier with sweat.

>Surprise it, shoot your guns at it and hope you can kill it while it's surprised.
>Plan a way around it, better leave, it hasnt noticed you
>Look around, maybe there's more out there.
>Write In

>>2276907
>Surprise it, shoot your guns at it and hope you can kill it while it's surprised.

>>2276907
>>Write In Use the scan to see if we detect another one close by.

>>2276907
If its not our target objective than:
>Plan a way around it

>If it is have Eric attempt to wrangle its leg with the Y-Gun and have Paula cap it in the eyes with the X-Gun.

>>2276895
>Look around, maybe there's more out there.
>>2276895
I like to think we are a hardworking man (we got promoted to assistant manager) with a little bit a shit luck recently (college dropout with dead dreams). Life sucks, but we are actually working to turn it around.

>>2276922
This seems a whole lot like the first target.

>[Posto Alien] - [Characteristics - Fast, Big Teeth] - [Likes - Fish, Meat]

>>2276917
Support
Also If it's alone
>Attempt to use your Y-pistol, with Paula as back-up if things go wrong

>>2276907
>Have Paula shoot its hind legs while we shoot the Y-Gun at it

>>2276933
We should really just kill it

>>2276935
But we get more points if we capture it. And more poinst mean cooler toys.

>>2276953
But we don't KNOW that.
Hell we don't even know what the Y-Gun DOES right now.

>>2276907
>>Look around, maybe there's more out there.

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>>2276933
>>2276930
>>2276922
>>2276917

You don't have a scanner on you, but look at Paula's wrist give you an idea on your next step.

You quickly instruct her on how to utilize it, and sure enough it shows four dots. You're guessing the central one is Paula, and you're the one next to her. The crocodile looking alien is the one closest to you but there's another on in the water.

Given that it's night out, there's no way you can see into the murky waters, but it looks to be about 10 meters away from your location. If only this thing could tell you how deep in the water it is...

"Alright, here's the plan" you whisper to Paula, "Stay behind me, I will shoot it first, and if it's not dead, you can take the next shot."

You bank to the other side of the door way and let Paula take the opposite side. You ready yourself, and pray that you can figure this thing out on the spot.

>Roll1d20 + 2 for INT to figure out this thing on the fly

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>>2276960
Then we should try to use it and find out?

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Rolled 11 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>2276970
BANG

Rolled 8 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>2276970
Rollin'
>>2276972
True, but as far as we know it's just a gun. Planning for a capture with it is meta as fuck, for now we should be planning on the incorrect assumption that it's a slightly different but still ded killy gun.

Rolled 4 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>2276970

Rolled 16 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>2276970

>>2276978
>>2276979
>>2276980
Dat 13...well, here goes. Writing.

>>2276987
Shit we dead.

>>2276987
Rolled 11 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

You peek out of your position, take a step back and pray that this thing works with you the same way the previous gun did.

You depress both triggers, and three glowing pods shoot out of the gun's front. A glowing, laserlike wire moves in unison with the pods, and they wrap around the alien. What's more, the pods then extend to the floor of the crabshack and anchor themselves between the displays and the one of the fridges.

He's stuck, and it looks like he's not getting out. Immediately afterwards, Paula moves with two separate burst from the pistol. The alien cries out, a guttural cry to the sky, and it's head and tail are separated from its body in a blood, gory explosion.

"Holy fuck," Paula mentions, looking at her weapon, dumbfounded at the sheer power it has, "Nice shooting by the way, that was some real expert wrangling."

Before you can anything else, you hear another similar guttural cry, and notice that Paula's scanner is showing several more dots converging on your position. Two from the other crabshacks, and 2 two in the water.

>Run, this is over and done with.
>Stand and fight, probably get a better vantage point though.
>Look for the others, and hope they haven't run into these things as well.
>Write In

>>2277021
>Stand and fight, probably get a better vantage point though.

Next we freeze one and act as distraction.

>>2277021
>Stand and fight, probably get a better vantage point though.
>Get on the roof of the building

>>2277021
>>Stand and fight, probably get a better vantage point though.

>>2277021
>Stand and fight, probably get a better vantage point though.

>>2277021
>Stand and fight, probably get a better vantage point though.

>>2277021
>>Look for the others, and hope they haven't run into these things as well.
We're outnumbered, time to regroup

>>2277040
Backing this. Fighting with unequal forces when we're generally unexperienced is not a good idea. Dante and Chris will go along to combat this horde.

>>2277031
>>2277034
>>2277036
>>2277037
>>2277038

"Up the ladder," you speak forcefully, as you move towards the other side of the shack. Those things are getting moving fast to your side, but you both make it to the roof before they realize where you went.

Keeping your head down, you peek out to the from your vantage point and spot the 2 crocodile aliens moving back to the front of the shack.

"They have our scent," Paula chimes in a whisper, "My dad used to hunt black bears near Appalachian, and he always said that when a predator has your scent, it's gonna stick close try to find out where its prey is."

You both head out of their line of sight, and to the center of the roof.

"Alright, then," You manage, "What's the plan then? We can't just stay here. The others are still out there, and I don't even know wha-..."

Your gaze looks out towards the center of the pier. You caught but a glimpse of it, but...there was something really big, like a small hill peaking out of the water before it submerged.

Whatever it was, it is heading right for the concert stadium on the far side of the pier.

>Stay here, finish off these bastards
>Make a run for it, and pray they don't notice you
>Signal the others, you may get their attention as well as everything else in the near vicinity.
>Write In

>>2277092
>Stay here, finish off these bastards

>>2277092
>Stay here, finish off these bastards
We have the high ground and like Paula said they will pursue us of we leave better finish them here.

>>2277092
>Stay here, finish off these bastards

>>2277092
>>Stay here, finish off these bastards

>>2277135
>>2277113
>>2277103
>>2277102

You pray that wherever that thing goes, is nowhere near where the others are. You have a pair of fingers snap you out of that thought.

"Hey Erick," Paula hisses at you, "Listen to me, I got a plan to get these bastards but you're free to tell me otherwise."

You cautiously nod your head to hear her out. "Alright, I am going to lure those two bastards onto the main square and have them join up at the middle. I'm going to need you to shoot one of those anchors at them both and get them stuck together."

"And we can finish them off," you look at her warily, "at the same time...you're fucking crazy."

"Unless you have a better plan to deal with their numbers," she chides back, "I would like to hear it. Also, these things only have so much range so we can't just pick at them all that much."

>Go with her plan, risky but you can take out two birds with one stone.
>Make your way around the roof of the crab shacks and snipe them closer, but this is going to require some careful jumping.
>Forget this, leave this area and make your way to the main pier.
>Write In

>>2277138
>>Go with her plan, risky but you can take out two birds with one stone.
What could go wrong.
Also loving this quest Bolivar.

>>2277138
>Go with her plan, risky but you can take out two birds with one stone.
>Write in: "Don't get yourself eaten okay?"

>>2277138
>>Go with her plan, risky but you can take out two birds with one stone.
>>Write In
"Don't die before you can buy me that beer, Officer."

>>2277138
>Go with her plan, risky but you can take out two birds with one stone.

>>2277138
Backing >>2277150

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>>2277157
>>2277150
>>2277141
>>2277145

You want to say no, but killing both those aliens simultaneously may just give you the opening you need to escape and find the others. You just wish the plan wasn't so damn risky.

"Don't get yourself eaten," there is genuine concern behind your voice, "okay?"

"Yeah," she replies in equal concern, "but, you won't let me down."

You go to position yourself to the farthest side of the roof, and so does Paula. On your signal, she will jump, and draw the attention of both of them to the center. From then on, it is up to your reflexes.

There's a break in the aliens' pattern, and the move to the farthest crabshack, turning away from you both.

"This is it," She chimes in, "Wish me luck."

"Don't die before you can buy me that beer," you chime back, "Officer."

She smiles at that and takes a running start off of the roof. Doing a running leap out off of the roof, she manages to stick a landing roll, and proceeds to the aliens. Upon reaching the middle of the pier, Paula lets out a commanding whistle, as if she's training wild dogs. There's a sudden chill in your spine as both of the aliens turn to her at the same time.

They run towards her, she runs back, and with the small window of time they're close, you press both triggers.

>Roll 1d20 +2 from INT +2 from high ground

Rolled 14 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>2277198

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Rolled 20 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>2277198
Done!

>>2277206
AW SHIT, YOU GOT IT

>>2277207
Hopefully the fact that i fucked up the modifier will stay unoticed...

Rolled 1 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>2277198
Rolling just incase of a 1

>>2277215
YOU FUCKING FUCK!

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>>2277215
oh

>>2277215
NO ONE ELSE FREAKING ROLL LOL

>>2277215
>>2277206
>>2277204
Alright, so from now on there's a slight change to rule to make sure everything's safe.

I will allow the 20 with the modifier for now, but please get all of them in or they will be invalidated.

Also, Nat 1 and 20 in the same roll. So, I will instantly take the highest as per rules, but a nat one overrides that. Thankfully the nat 20 cancels it out, but you guys are now stuck with the 18.

Writing.

>>2277226
Sweet.

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>>2277226

With that now familiar *cling*, the pistol fires its harpoons at the two aliens, and tangles them up in its laser mesh. They're stuck together on the ground, but are struggling so much that the wires are actually expanding slightly.

Paula goes to finish them off quickly, and fires two consecutive shots into their heads. One of their heads is turned to splattered blood and gore, but the other one only receives a glancing shot to its lower jaw and blows off a good portion of its teeth.

Before Paula can get another shot off, the still living one manages to find it's footing and the anchors attach to its underbelly. It is weighted down by the carcass of its friend, but it is more or less free and it is gunning for Paula.

>Stay put, bind it again
>Jump down, and get Paula out of its way.
>Jump on its back, and weigh it down even more.
>Write In

>>2277262
>Jump on its back, and weigh it down even more.

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>>2277262
>>Jump on its back, and weigh it down even more.
>But also try pic related.

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>>2277262
>>Jump on its back, and weigh it down even more.
Let's go balls to the wall.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B_3TlrZLpQ0

>That feel we didn't manage to get any points because the police girl is killing all of the creatures we capture.

Let's be real guys we are doing this just to test the suit powers.

>>2277262
>Jump on its back, and weigh it down even more.

>>2277279
That just means we can be idiotically heroic and count on her using her 100 points to rez us.
>>2277281
No, I've just been playing too much Monster Hunter recently.

>>2277270
>>2277273
>>2277278

This thing is still moving fast even with another one of its kind's dead weight on its back. There's no way Paula will get another shot off before it closes in, so you do the only thing reasonable.

You take a running leap, right to its back.

>Roll1d20 +3 AGR, get high enough and you get your RIDAH KICK.

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>2277287

>>2277287
Sorry, I meant +2 AGR. Just subtract the one from your roles.

Rolled 10 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>2277287

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>2277287

Rolled 7 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>2277287
>>2277292
Okay rolling right now.

>>2277291
Roll again without the modifier your roll won't count.

>>2277291
OOC: You guys are lucky that I am not counting anything without the modifier added.

>>2277294
>>2277296
It's 1d20+3 guys.

Rolled 12 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>2277287

>>2277301
It's actually 1d20 +2. Made a mistake, guys, but if you rolled with a +3 I will take that since I fucked up the post.

>>2277303
It's +3 geez do you guys even read?

>>2277307
um >>2277305

>>2277305
Well shit.Now i look like a asshole.

Rolled 4 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>2277301

>>2277310
Yes i know my shame.

>>2277321
Bro's, just read the dice needed beforehand. Ain't that hard.
Also fuck me I suck.

Rolled 9 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

Screw it, here's the final roll.

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>>2277298
>>2277294
>>2277303

It is not the most elegant entrance, but you land with enough force onto the alien that actually falls prone to the floor. It's legs give out , and it's jaw hits the floor with a painful *crack*.

You notice something though, a slight cushion on your suit, like something's around you dampening the pain from the impact.

With this opening, Paula fires a final shot at the creature's head, exploding it and bathing yourself and her in gore.

You both take a glance at the other, and you take a sigh of relief. Paula let's out a laugh of exaltation and goes to get you down from the pile of gore.

"Told you," she pokes your forehead, "I knew you wouldn't let me down."

"You still owe me that beer," you poke her right back, "Officer."

The gamble worked, both of the aliens are dead and the path to the rest of the pier is open.

Paula goes to check on the scanner and see that the remaining aliens are moving north, towards the concert hall...

"Why are they going there?" Paula asks, slightly worried, "are the others there?"

"Maybe," you reply in equal worry, "But there's something else, there's something big, something REALLY big in the water, and I saw it head to the far end."

Paula smacks her forehead, but realizes why you kept the information from her. If she had not kept her cool during your plan worrying about the others, then it might have ended much differently.

"Come on," she moves out of the shack. "We got to get there now, and make sure the others are alright."

>Run, straight to the concert hall
>Search, look where Carol went, if she's even still around...
>Hunt, head to pier but stop to pick off any remaining aliens.
>Write In

>>2277352
>>Search, look where Carol went, if she's even still around...
Like we don't know what's already happened to her...she's become QUEEN OF THE LIZARDS!

>>2277352
>Find Carol
She's a teenager who is probably extremely afraid of the situation right now..

I'm tempted to go the Concert Hall first, but if Dante and Christ are there I believe they can hold off the boss alien until we can come back.

>>2277352
>Search, look where Carol went, if she's even still around...
Let's not let the scared high school girl die.

>>2277352
>Search, look where Carol went, if she's even still around...
The more the merrier

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>>2277363
>>2277360
>>2277358

"Wait, there's something else as well," you turn to look out to the pier, "The black girl, Carol, she's still out there. I saw her, she was afraid and unsure of who to follow. We got to find her, because if she's dead then it is my fault for leaving her there."

There's a glowering glance your way from Paula, but at the same time she makes for the main road towards the pier and starts poking her scanner.

"Alright, if we're gonna look for her, we need to stick together and map out our surroundings," she motions you closer, with a slightly sullen look, "I'm not gonna blame you for killing that girl if she's dead, but it's still not something I wholly approve of Erick if you left her alone like that."

You want to retort, but there's a weight in your throat that prevents from doing so. She's probably right, but you won't retort back. It is your responsibility anyways.

>Roll 1d20 +2 INT to scout the area for Carol

Rolled 9 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>2277378

Rolled 13 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>2277378
I got this.

>>2277352
>Find the lost puppy (Carol)

Rolled 15 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>2277378

>>2277379
>>2277384
>>2277387

Dat 17 will find a thing. Writing.

>>2277390
Good.

Rolled 14 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>2277378

>>2277390
Hopefully is a alive Carol and not a dead one.

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>>2277390

Not long after you two make it to the pier's main road, Paula makes a breakthrough with the scanner. She holds the directional buttons down, and manages to zoom out the scanner and increases it's range.

"Alright," she speaks up between running, "There's something really big on the concert hall...but, I don't sit there from our current view. Also, there's two dots in one of the shops a few meters ahead. One of them is just...standing there, and the other seems to be circling that dot."

"Shit," you blurt out increasing your step, "that's her and it's probably one of those damn crocodiles again."

You both hurry your step towards the Brighton Bar.

The door's been shattered open, probably by that alien. Sure enough, as you both enter those doors, you find that it is circling around a distressed a Carol on a balcony.

>Rush in, full force and surprise it
>Flank it, it wont see you coming through the entrance
>Motion Carol, see if she take aim, if she's got her Pistol

>>2277423
*I don't see it there from our current view

I need spell check or something these errors I swear.

>>2277423
>>Rush in, full force and surprise it
ROUND TWO MOTHAFUCKA!

>>2277423
>>Rush in, full force and surprise it

>>2277423
>Flank it, it wont see you coming through the entrance

>>2277423
>Rush in, full force and surprise it

Tackle the fucker

>>2277423
>Flank it, it wont see you coming through the entrance

>>2277452
>>2277429
>>2277438

OOC: Let's finish this session off with a bang.

"It's only one," you whisper to Paula, "On three, open these doors and take it out."

She nods knowingly. There's no way it will be able to react given your quick entrance.

"Alright, 1...2..."

>Roll1d20 +2 INT and +2 from Surprise Attack

Rolled 13 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>2277456
CHAAAAARGE!

Rolled 13 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>2277456

Rolled 8 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>2277456
I'M HERE YOU UGLY FUCK!

>>2277458
>>2277460
>>2277469
Dat 17 will do it. Writing.

We're the best, around!

>>2277473
So i guess we are the Kato from our group.

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>>2277473
>>2277429
>>2277438

"3!"

With equal precision and bravado, you both burst into the dining hall. The alien lurches back to you two but it is too little too late before your anchors secure it to the white pillar hold up up the balcony. It only manages to utter one final groan as only it's head remains on the pillar, the rest of its body exploded over the tables and fancy dining cloths.

There's a momentary sigh of relief before Carol comes down from the balcony, jumping onto the broken segments of a stairwell and to the floor. But she doesn't go to thank you, but instead goes to kick, and stomp and shout at the bloody chunks of the alien. She gets so wild on it that blood begins splattering her face and body, so much so that Paula has to restrain her in her arms. She struggles for a few moments before she finally breaks down crying her arms.

"It's alright," she says to the scared girl, "You're fine now, you're safe."

"A-andrew..." she manages to say between sobs, "He's dead, and so is J-john."

You quickly wonder who she's referring to, until it clicks that they must have been those two men that accompanied Chris and Dante.

"Why, what happened?" You ask, "Please, we need to know what happened the moment we separated."

Carol wipes the tears from her eyes and moves past Paula's arms.

"They, tried to protect me," she mentions, "I went with them, because I was scared, not of being alone, but to be alone with them Chris and Dante."

She continues, "After they killed all of the aliens between the pier and the concert hall, Chris got agitated. Said he was getting bored of the game, with the aliens and everything. So, he approached me, he said he want to have sex with me, and I said no...but...he..."

She goes back into crying sobs, still manages to speak between them, "Dante tried to stop him, but he just tossed him into the water. He never came back up again, but something came out of the water. Something huge, and took Chris under with a massive tongue..."

"Those men and myself, we ran, until one of those things came to attack us. They tried to fend them off but...oh god..."

She can't finish the sentence before she breaks down completely.

Paula looks at you with wary eyes. This night, is only getting worse by the moment.

>Session End

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Alright guys, this is it for tonight.

I will be back tomorrow evening at 2 PM EST, or earlier, to finish up the first hunt.

Be aware, there were two fail states you all thankfully avoided here, so thank your proper judgement luck.

Check up on my twitter if I have any updates, or changes in the schedule for tomorrow. I will try to run on Fridays and the weekends, but I may shift around if my job permits me.

Anyways, PEACE.

https://twitter.com/General0Bolivar

>>2277494
Great. Also this makes me think of my x-com game.

>>2277494
What the HELL?! LOL! We were separated for only a few minutes and almost the entire group has completely disintegrated. This is just amazing

>>2277494
Guess Chris and Dante weren’t as smart as I thaught they were

>>2277502
Thank you for running see you next time.

>>2277507
Chris was a psycopath it was due for him to die.

>>2277503
I get the feeling Oku may have had some inspiration from XCOM considering how tits up things can go in both series. Also, Ayys.

>>2277506
That's Gantz for you. Where even a minor issue can lead to death.

>>2277507
To be fair, that's mostly Chris. That boy ain't right.

>>2277515
That too.

>>2277506
That's Gantz alright. Also those two, more precisely Chris, were the ones that fucked up.

I can't wait till we solo the boss alien.

>>2277575
I can't wait when we get everyone killed because of it.

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>>2277588
We just need to land the Rider Kick!

We should rez Donte if we get enough points

>>2277639
Nope. Rezes are for waifus. Kurono is still the stupidest fuck in the history of anime for bringing back Nishi the turbodouche instead of the girl who was both pretty competent before getting offed by bullshithax AND liked him enough to fuck him.

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>>2277639
>Wasting 100 points on a rez.
It's like you don't want that sweet, sweet H-Gun.

>>2277662
It's officially called the Z-Gun, actually.

>>2277666
Well that's stupid.

>>2277670
Not really.
X-Gun, Y-Gun, Z-Gun.
The mistake was entirely the fanbase's in assuming the guns were named for their shape. Turns out the actual naming theme was the last three letters of the alphabet.

>>2277679
....So what the fuck is the Sword called?

>>2277695
The sword.
It doesn't NEED any other name because there's only one sword.

Oh shit I missed it.

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>A mother fucking Gantz quest
>I fucking miss it.

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>>2277695

>>2278225
>It's an sword

I want this sword.

>>2277639
Rez are for waifus and bros. And also to get better equipment

>>2278228
An i want to transfer the big guy using the Y-gun.

>>2278247
Remind me, capturing them alive is worth more points right? Cause they're basically Aliens and we're sending them to space jail...

>>2278252
>Remind me, capturing them alive is worth more points right?

Yup capturing then alive is worth more points. Althought the big guy might require more then one shot with the y-gun so it stays still long enough to be transfered.

And i thing the big one must be worth a lot of points.

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>>2277502

So Qm what respectively are Paula's and Carla's skin tone according to this chart?

>>2278311

Paula: Bedouin Dreams

Carol: Evening Elvan

Phone posting at work, because cubicles are easy to be sneaky in.

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>>2278344
Nice! Paula still best girl. Hopefully she won't have a horrible death.

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>>2278364
>Gantz
>Getting emotionally attached
>Immediately setting off death flags
>No horrible deaths

Can't wait till we come across our first bullshit Alien like the Cherubs.

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>>2278374
Give it time. Also there weren't any horrible deaths because Erik and Paula are the dream team

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>>2278377
Those will be the wendigo aliens. Stupidly fast that not even in a gantz suit you can deal with then.

>>2278378
>there weren't any horrible deaths

I think Andrew, John, and Chris disagree with you.

>>2278384
>Notices he doesn't mention a certain someone

>>2278364
She's a competent female character in early Gantz who has some chemistry woth and possible romantic/sexual interest in the protagonist.
She's basically Sakuraoka, which means she's deader than disco.

>>2278405
>>2278384
>Dante os still alive

His suit must be pretty fucked since Chris shooted him.

>>2278428
Only in our fourth or fifth alien encounter. And hopefully anons will realize that we need some train before comming back to the Gantz room.

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Driving back from work right now.

Gantz: Quest will be back in 1 hour.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TK3UZgHeliA