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>>35653923
The two of you try your best to be careful while sneaking around. Alex is pretty insistent that you keep on exploring, trying to find out why exactly the inner workings of the island are connected to a slightly illegal party. A conspiracy? You work together, trying to make as little noise as possible while you crawl amongst the steel rafters overlooking the hustle and bustle of the workers below. The huge pit in the middle boils, sending steam through a maze of pipe, no doubt on their way to heat the luxurious mansions above.

The workers continue working, walking round the pit, either tossing down ore to fuel the fires below or buckets of water. You see some with helmets and pickaxes head down flights of stairs, no doubt to get rid of the salt that must coat the bottom, while some head into rest spots. Robotic overseers watch the workers, whipping those who move too slow or too fast.


The heat is intense, and the air itself seems more like liquid than anything else. An unfortunate fact that Alex constantly reminds you of.
“Ughh, it’s so humid…” The eunuch's tones are hushed, trying to keep it down. It’s rather futile; the ramshackle operation below almost drowning his words in the muggy air.

It doesn’t take long for the two of you to finally reach a place that looks somewhat important. “The glass ceiling… that looks like the Forewoman’s office.” Alex’s expertise is pretty helpful in situations like this. Do you break in?

>Head into the Forewoman’s office, that She/zhi/zhir is probably behind this.

>Keep going to another rest stop, it looks like the workers are doing this without the input of the higher ups.

>Head back
>Other (Write in)

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Disclaimer: This shit is a joke. Don't take it too seriously. It probably won't happen in the future. Probably. Maybe. Hopefully.


Sorry for the constant delays and shit.

>>35653946
>“The glass ceiling… that looks like the Forewoman’s office
OH
THE PUNS
IT HURTS

>>35653923
I'm sorry, but whenever I see 'Anti-Racist Maths' I have to just fall over giggling.

The field of Mathematics and sciences are the absolute least biased fields out there, for no other reason than that you have to actually be wrong in order for anyone to be able to start shooting down your theories. Ergo, in modern society in which everyone is capable of receiving the same education if they actually work for it, problems of racial and sexual bias are not an excuse for anyone to be held back in the scientific community.

>>35653946
>break through the glass ceiling

>>35654144
But anon, it's a real thing.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anti-bias_curriculum

>>35654212
That only makes it funnier.

No actual, respectable member of the scientific community believes this shit. There are a few who talk about how 'Theoretical mathematical constructs do not accurately portray nature, which should be ruled by logic' but honestly that sounds like a self-contradicting statement to me. But anti-racist maths? kekekekekekekek

>>35654155
Considering it's been 30 minutes and you're the only actual vote, I guess I'll do this. I'm gonna go make some coffee, and I'll write this unless nothing changes by the time I get back.

>>35653946
>>Head into the Forewoman’s office, that She/zhi/zhir is probably behind this.

>>35653946
>Head into the Forewoman’s office, that She/zhi/zhir is probably behind this.

>>35654471
Sorry, didn't bother voting cause posting on mobile sucks

You try to whisper to Alex, about your plan, but it’s drowned out in the cacophony of grunts and yelps from below.
“What did you say?”
You take a deep breath, before shouting. “WE SHOULD PROBABLY HEAD TO THE OFFICE”
The Captain nods, and gives you a thumbs up. He scoots closer until you’re practically touching, and starts talking right in your ear. “There’s a stairwell a bit further along, we can take that…”

Pfft, that’ll take ages. You rise to your feet, and sweep the diminutive trap into your arms. The office is right below you. He squirms in your grasp and quickly becomes more panicked as you waltz over to the edge of the rafters.
“Wait no stop this is an awful plan STOP STOP”.
You don’t stop. You leap over the railing, straight above the glass ceiling. One leg bent, the other straight, you accelerate towards the surface in prime position to crash straight through. Alex is screaming about something on the way down. “-N CAN’T BREAK THR-”. You’re puzzled for the briefest of moments, until your leg explodes in pain. You fail to break through the surface, and it felt like you just fell 60 meters onto solid rock, which you sort of did. You let down Alex and start caressing your abused kneecaps. Alex is livid. “Individuals who identify as men can’t break through the Glass Ceiling, you idiot!”
“S-sorry, I didn’t know.”
He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Haa~... At least we’re here now. Let’s take the stairs down now, ok?”
You go to the convenient rooftop access, and head down the stone stairs into the office.

It’s surprisingly comfy inside. Purple flames keep a fireplace lit, and the long red carpet and velvet chair go well together with the mahogany bookcase and desk to provide an aura of luxury. It’s empty.

>Check the bookcase! There’s probably a secret button or something.

>Check her desk. Documents are always in the desk.

>There’s a closet. Go into the closet?

>Let Alex search while you rub your aching leg. Stupid glass ceiling.

>(Write in)

>>35655039
>Check the bookcase! There’s probably a secret button or something.

>>35655039
>There’s a closet. Go into the closet?

>>35655039
>Let Alex search while you rub your aching leg. Stupid glass ceiling.
Snooping is for bad men.

>>35655039
>>Check her desk. Documents are always in the desk.

>>35655039
I have always wanted to find a secret button but never been rewarded. Perhaps this protagonist could succeed where I have forever failed.

>>35655039
>>There’s a closet. Go into the closet?

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>35655077
>>35655150

>>35655086
>>35655167


Looks like a tie between the bookcase and the closet.
1 fer bookz
2 fer closet

>>35655315
I didn't vote for any of them, but I'm glad the books won

Rolled 35 (1d100)

Try to ignore this roll. I promise nothing bad will happen unless I crit or something.

>>35655508
Just roll on another site.

>>35654301
>No actual, respectable member of the scientific community believes this shit.
Those are in very short supply in this setting.

>>35655681
Clearly hypocritium defies conventional physics.

Rolled 59 (1d100)

Once you’re inside, Alex begins walking towards the large desk, and bounces down on the comfy chair.
“I’ll take the desk, you look around, Gordon. See if you can find anything.” You shrug. You were totally going to do that anyway, you didn’t need him to tell you. You start looking through the titles of the books.
‘The History of Feminism’,‘Rise of the Empress’, ‘TRIGGER WARNING Misogyny and YOU’, ‘Deweaponizing Minorities’, ‘The Long War’, ‘How to get the most out of your servants’, ‘The Working Woman’s guide to losing empathy’ ‘The Basics of Doublethink’ ‘Why horses are sexist!’,

You take a look at one of the books with a white spine that sticks out, ‘Why Curium is the only pro-female element, by Z.Q.Hypocrittia(Deceased)’ You go to touch it, and find that it clicks. Haha, a button in the bookcase! How quaint. The mahogany case shifts backwards into the wall, before slowly creeping down. You’re bathed in blue light. Computer screens. Lots of them. Many of the screens are blue and displaying error messages, but the rest seem to be cameras. Most of them show what you assume to be normal going ons, but one catches your eye. It’s you. You figure out where it is in the room, and stare right at it. For a second, nothing happens. Then a slightly robotic female voice startles you.


“UNIDENTIFIED USER DETECTED, ACTIVATING SILENT ALARM. SILENT ALAR-”.

>>35655900

The alarm is quickly cut off by a VWOOM. You take a look at the screen again. Looks like the camera that was in this room is now displaying the same blue error message as most of the others. How lucky. Alex walks up behind you and slaps his hand on your shoulder. “Nice. Stealt- what the hell is that?” He points towards a certain screen. There appears to be a slightly grungy-looking teen on a laptop waiting inside one of the dining rooms/kitchen.You can only see a small part of him, but he going back to her laptop. You check the location of it quickly, and it turns out to be the rest place right ahead.

"Why the hell are minors here!?!" Alex looks a little livid. While he throws a mini temper tantrum, you catch a glimpse of another teen on the camera. A group of them, in fact. They stand by several deactivated overseer bots, and are handing out fliers and snack foods to the workers as they pass by. One of the group giggles and points something at the camera, and you're greeted with a screen of static followed by a blue screen.

>Go after the teens hauling supplies.

>That was really ominous. Go check out the group handing out fliers/food?

>The ForeWoman is bound to come back soon. Wait for her and question her on what the hell is going on down here?

>Other(Write in)

>>Also, you can choose to take any two of the books you want. For light reading.

>>35655918
>That was really ominous. Go check out the group handing out fliers/food?
>>‘The History of Feminism’
>>‘TRIGGER WARNING Misogyny and YOU’

Check the group!

Deweaponizing Minorities and Why horses are sexist! are the books we should take.

>>35655966
Seconding.

Checking the group seems to win this one. Congratulations! You have picked up two informative textbooks that you can read to get knowledge during downtime!

Pulling Alex out of his temper tantrum, you drag him a bit out of the way, back into the main room. Sensing nobody remains inside, it closes. Eh, might as well take a book or two. You grab two of the books, A History of Feminism is pretty thin, as is TRIGGER WARNING Misogyny and you. You take both, before hesitating. Can you take three? Eh, might as well. Why horses are sexist is thin as well, so you take the trio of books.

“Hey, Alex…?”
“-ids running around, half the cameras not working…”
“Alex?”
“me of the pipes around, vents are clearly a security hazard an-”
“ALEX!”
“What?”
“There’s a group that was handing things out, not far from here. Should we go after them?"
"Oh empress, there are groups of them now? Lets go!"

He takes off running back up the stairs. Within seconds, he's back on the roof, and begins scanning around for that stairwell. Deciding that time is probably of the essence, you grab him in another princess carry and go into a low crouch as you prepare to jump.

"Nonono NOT AGAIN"
You sweep his legs out from under him, and jump back up to the rafters. He looks a lot paler than before, and his legs are shaking as you land.
"L-lets head onwards." His voice is still cracking. That 60 meter jump must have really scared him.

The pair of you walk amongst the rafters for a bit, before you come to the group of teenagers. At this distance, you can clearly make out their shouts. They seem to have a megaphone?

"GET YOUR SNACKS AND DESALINATED DRINKS HERE! DOWN WITH THE MATRIARCHY!"
They keep handing out stuff to the workers. The group of girls continue for a while. Occasionally, they point a penlike device at an overseer robot, which causes it to break down and stop working.
Alex looks pretty mad at the blatant disregard for official property.

>Jump down, interrupt and startle them

>Actually take the stairs this time, come to them slowly

>Keep Alex back and leave, these kids are doing good.

>Stay up high and watch Alex while he goes down and gets mad.

>>35656865
>Actually take the stairs this time, come to them slowly

>>35656865
>Stay up high and watch Alex while he goes down and gets mad.

>>35656865
>>Actually take the stairs this time, come to them slowly

>>35656865
>Stay up high and watch Alex while he goes down and gets mad.
He mad, he mad

Rolled 2 (1d2)

Tiebreaking.
1 is calm
2 is alexmad

Rolled 2 (1d2)

“I’m going to break up this illegal gathering! How dare they?!? They’re violating so many laws…”
He goes off on a rant about broken rules and how these kids are heading on a one-way trip to the re-education centres. You, however, don’t join him. You sit down and get some reading done. Apparently, ‘Why Horses are Sexist’ is a 100 page rant about Anmer was one of the most patriarchal beings ever, despite being a horse, and how his spawn eventually became the horses of the London(Apparently the old name of New Boudicea) Police force, and were instrumental in oppressing and TRIGGER WARNING raping women.

Neat.

It doesn’t take Alex long to get down there. Soon, he starts yelling at the gaggle of girls. “CAPTAIN ALEX, N.B. KNIGHTS. WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?” The girls give him a sceptical look, before one of them points that pen device at Alex, and he crumples to the ground. Wait, is that a taser?

Alex’s spastic convulsions seem to say yes.

>Holy shit, protect him!

>Beat up those girls for tasing your friend, because what the fuck who tases an officer?


>Go down there and remain calm. Talk to them. Don’t be too aggressive.

>Continue reading.

>>35657418
>Continue reading.

>>35657418
>Go down there and remain calm. Talk to them. Don’t be too aggressive.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>35657463

>>35657497


Coin Flip and writing.

>>35657901
>tfw I couldn't vote because of class
What kind of retard votes to leave our bro?

You resume reading. He’s probably got this.

As it so happens, women can internalize their misogyny and attempt to express opinions contrary to the norm. They get sexist opinions and begin working against the matriarchy. This is apparently incredibly common against rebellious youths, as a form of counter culture. Mothers, sisters and Aunts who think that a relative or friend is internalizing misogyny should inform the local branch of Knights to schedule that member for reeducation. Looking over the curriculum that they teach in the reeducation facilities, it seems remarkably similar to the one you were taught back in your little room. Ah, it feels so strange to think of that room. The world outside is strange, but you think you enjoy the change. The sense of adventure, the friends you’ve gained…

Speaking of friends, you idly wonder what Alex is doing.

Oh wow, he ain't got this. He ain't got this at all.
He’s bound and gagged and is sort of just sitting behind the group, squirming. Trying to get free, you suspect. Yeah, you should probably do something.

>Holy shit, free him!

>Execute buttkicking.exe

>Go down there and remain calm. Talk to them. Don’t be too aggressive. Diplomancy

>Head back to the Mansion. He'll probably show up. Hopefully.

>>35658200
>Holy shit, free him!

>>35658200
>Holy shit, free him!

>>35658200
>Holy shit, free him!

>>35658222
>>35658248
>>35658264
That seems fairly unanimous. Writing now.
I think the coffee has started kicking in.

>>35658108
>Expecting a namefag not to be retarded.

Anon...

You hop over the railing again, and aim for Alex. He’s pretty close to the massive pit that leads to nothing but boiling water, so you try really hard not to miss. Really, really hard.

Your leap doesn’t go unnoticed, though. All of the girls and several of the workers stare upwards as you plummet to the ground. You roll to break your fall, and scoop up Alex in one swift motion. You end up pretty close to the edge of the pit. Thank the empress you didn’t fall in. You quickly turn round, emasculated damsel in arms, and get a look at the girls. There are three, all of them are wearing ripped clothes. A lot like Sarah, actually. Two of them are blushing almost luminescent, while the third is staring at your skirt for some reason. How strange. One is white, and two are a light shade of bronze, probably a tan considering their Caucasian features. The three of them are pointing a pen like device at you. The taser they used on Alex earlier. Man, they sure do have a lot of those things.
Out of the corner of your eye, you can make out one of the leaflets that fell to the ground during your descent. "FUCK THE MATRIARCHY RALLY."
"Fuck the matriarchy is a group dedicated to YOU, the hardworking males. Men are oppressed as hell, and the sexist, misandrist government needs to be stopped. Fuck the Matriarchy may be a group of youngsters, the next generation, so our power is limited. But we can at least ease your suffering. We hold nightly concerts (Just squeeze through the tunnels in select ventilation shafts, we've dug them to all link up.) and provide luxury items to you, as well as shutting down overseers.. Your nearest FUCK THE MATRIARCHY sponsored rest station is RS-AP13-9.

Please refrain from telling the ForeWoman, so we can continue servicing all you hardworking men~"

Alex is livid, struggling and trying to speak as he’s squirming. Oh right, he's still tied up. You take out the gag and- “ERS YOU IDIOT!”

>Roll dice+2d100 for reactions and shit.

Rolled 85, 81 = 166 (2d100)

>>35658836

Rolled 64, 37 = 101 (2d100)

>>35658836
rollin

Rolled 88, 44 = 132 (2d100)

>>35658836

>>35658921
Good dodging and
wait
Did all of you post at the exact same second?
Holy shit.

Writing.

>>35659050
you DID want reaction time.

Oh right, the weapons pointed at you. You whip around, and in the blink of an eye throw the book about patriarchal horses at one of the girls. It hits her outstretched hand right before she presses the button, causing her shot to go wide. You sway slightly to the left, and the first one careens off into the abyss you’re right next to, and you hop over the last shot that was aimed at your lower torso. The two blushing go pale after seeing your dodging skills, but the other one looks a bit peeved you chucked a book at her hand.

She appears to have procured a nasty looking box-cutter from somewhere! She rushes you, but you sidestep her, and deliver a kick to her hand, before sweeping her legs out from under her. The knife goes flying out her hand, and you pluck it out of the air. You slice through Alex’s bindings, and let him down. The girl hits the ground, and you gently place your foot on her back to stop her from escaping.

The workers are much like Alex at this point, looking at you with admiration. Alex is wide-eyed and he’s constantly whispering “awesome” to himself, while the workers are mostly looking at you with fear as well as admiration. You hear one of the men in the crowd say “Honestly that was pretty cool” You gesture with your hand for the the workers to continue, and they collectively shrug before returning to work as normal. The two girls have their hands in the air, and they look like they’re trying not to look scared. They’re not doing a very good job at it.

>Ask them a question (What you wanna know?)

>Let Alex do his thing

>Other(Write in?)

>>35659434
>>Ask them a question (What you wanna know?)
Ask them if their parents are on the island.

>>35659434
>Let Alex do his thing

>>35659434
>Let Alex do his thing

>>35659434
>Ask them a question
What the fuck is going on here?

Writing now.

wha happened

>>35660352
cafine wearing off, had to brew another.

You take a quick moment to take it all in. The two girls in front of you look a bit like they’re about to cry. Perhaps you can get some answers now?
“So, what the hell is even going on here?”. They seem pretty scared of you, it’s doubtful that they’ll lie too much. The lighter skinned one talks first.
“W-w-were trying to help the men…”
“Help?”
The other answers a bit more bravely.
“Give them food, give them… other services. There down here, half starved, eating nothing but gruel and working all the time. No breaks, no holidays...It’s not right! Nobody, man, woman or anything in-between should be subject to torture like this!”
Alex takes over for you.
“Help them? Not right? Are you aware of how many laws you broke? This is awful! I’m taking you to the local Knight Branch. Laws are laws for a reason. To protect everyone.”

The pair of them sigh, but you can’t tell if it’s from exacerbation or relief The other speaks up. “Can you let go of our friend?” Right, still got your foot on her. You let her up, and the pale girl skitters towards her bronzed companions.
One final question pops into your head.
“DO you have any relatives here?”
The two tanned girls look at eachother, before the one on the left speaks up. “Uh, our mom took us here on vacation…”
The pale girl also gives an answer. “Aunt…” She’s still a bit reserved. Perhaps you were a bit too rough...

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>>35660429
Alex leads the girls along the facility until you finally reach the top. Turns out that the exit you picked led right to the Knight base.

Alex immediately gets the girls processed for jail, and deals with informing the island that some teenagers are incarcerated and probably need bail.

It's over quickly, but he starts catching up with the workers there. He starts getting the down-low on how the island works, and how law enforcement is done there. It's terribly boring, so you decide to sit back down in the waiting area for him.

After an hour of reading about how Feminism was first created in the 1900's as a method to dismantle capitalism devised by Karl Marx, someone finally enters. It's not Alex, but instead Sarah. Her twintails are messy, and dark bags under her eyes contrast heavily with her otherwise light complexion. She walks up and takes a seat next to you, swinging her stocking-clad legs while she waits.
"What are you here for?"
She sighs. "Bailing out a friend. You?"
"Waiting for Alex."
Huh.

>Go home alone, you don't know how long it'll take her or Alex to do anything.

>She can have fun with that. Wait some more for Alex. It's been an hour, he be gone for much longer, right?

>Go with her to pay bail. At least it's something actually happening

>What's this going home shit? SHE is there. Go explore for a bit.

>>35660453
>What's this going home shit? SHE is there. Go explore for a bit.

>>35660453
>She can have fun with that. Wait some more for Alex. It's been an hour, he be gone for much longer, right?

>>35660453
>Go with her to pay bail. At least it's something actually happening

>>35660453
>>Go with her to pay bail. At least it's something actually happening

Counting now.
If there's a long period where I'm not posting, I might have fallen asleep (It's 4:40 here). I will be continuing this thread later tonight/tomorrow night if there's interest.
As for now, I continue as long as I can before the diminishing returns on caffeine kill me.

>>35660707
Oh hey, Britbro.

>>35660775
Timezones are suffering.

>stupid gender wars bullshit
I think feminism is shitty just like everyone else, but can we not shit up /tg/ with this

“Eh, might as well go with you. Who you bailing?”

“Three, uh… friends of mine. I brought a car with me, I’ll give you a lift back with them.

Three friends? Oh boy. You’re pretty sure you know where this is going. And after seeing Sarah pay a truly staggering amount of money for each of her friends, you are totally unsurprised to find that the sisters and the girl you stomped are the ones getting freed. A quick look at the forms tell you that the sisters are named Jade and Janice, while the other girl is named Librum.


An awkward silence pervades the car as the lot of you get driven back. There’s a lot of angry stares at you, and Sarah’s attempts to start conversation go absolutely no-where, until she eventually just gives up. Thankfully, the twins get out fairly early, leaving you with just one incredibly bitter girl that you stomped on.

Eventually, it gets too much. You have to say something. “So, Sarah. Your sister… She tried to do some pretty awful things to me last night.”

She gives a half-hearted shrug and the car wobbles a bit as she does it. “Yeah, what, she didn’t tell you? It’s probably why she invited you. Honestly, I’m surprised you’re still moving.”

“he can do more than just move...” Librum sounds bitter. Really bitter.

Sarah, on the other hand, just sounds confused. “Huh? What do you mean?”

“Haha, nothing. Looks like it’s my stop. See you tonight bye!” The girl seems sort of… rushed. Like she didn’t want to be in the same place as you any longer. Understandable, considering what you did. She waits for the car to stop, and she bolts out.

Sarah turns around in her seat and stares right at you.

“So, what the hell happened between you and those three?”

>>35661408

That’s the thread tonight. It’s 5:30AM and I’m pooped. Wrecked. Destroyed. Falling asleep.

Seems like I need to improve my speed some more. I’ll be running either tonight (Like, 4+12=16 hours from now) or some time this week.

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>>35661423
Thanks for running.