>>37528689
>Throw up

>>37528689
>Try to remember your own name. [Write-in]

John

>>37528689
>>Try to remember your own name. [Write-in]
Clarissa

>>37528689
>>37529008
Second

>>37529008
>You’re a tough guy

>>37529028
Hey, I can accept a trans protag and I can go tell SJWs to shut the fuck up in the same breath. Lets roll with it.

>>37529008
Fuck it second.We're a girl now.Deal with it OP

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>>37528723
>>37529008

You belch, throwing up on the already wet concrete. It feels absolutely disgusting, and you’re lying too close for comfort to what came out. Now, in addition to aching limbs, your throat is burning, and your stomach feels uncomfortably light. Every fiber of your being wishes that you haven’t done that.

But in a roundabout way, it helped. Though you are not back up to your feet yet, you feel as though you can do it with some effort.

You really are the toughest girl you know, Clarissa.

Ah, that was the name.

You hear a noise. You yelp pitifully, turning on your back and crawling away from the source of the sound.

A pale, blurry silhouette of a person; a young girl wearing a white nightgown. The monochrome image is tainted by specks of red trickling down her head and spilling onto her gown. The girl is smiling innocently, as if oblivious to her injuries and death. She reaches towards you with her hand, a gesture which, together with that happy smile, feels like it belongs to an all-forgiving, all-loving saint.

It is interrupted by a roar. An awful noise that feels as though it could crush a person just with its volume alone.

The monster is moving. The air seems to weigh down on you with every leap it makes, approaching ever closer. The girl must feel it as well, but she does not flinch.

Slowly, you manage to stand up. Your legs are still too weak, and you will drop at any moment. You need to run, yet you’re using too much strength to simply remain standing.

There is no more time left. The gray beast drops down, cracking the concrete underneath it with sheer size. Its urge to feed reaches a climax - there was no need to hold itself back anymore, so the hunger is let loose. The prey is caught and there is no escape. It is finally time to feast.

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>>37529211
>Mfw word op is actually going through with this...
You sir are truly a Based QM.I salute you

>>37529211
Each one of its claws is as thick as the girl’s head and longer than she is tall. With a modicum of effort, it impales the girl from behind. Her smile abruptly twists into an expression of agony, and she is lifted off the ground. The creature lowers its enormous, bone-encased jaws onto her, ravaging the helpless spirit with unconcealed, gleeful joy. Up until now, it behaved like an animal; the sadistic pleasure with which it desecrated the girl’s body felt like a derangement only a human being was capable of.

It is too late to save the girl. All that remains of her is blood and the tatters of her gown. It felt like the scene lasted an eternity, but it took the monster mere moments to finish feasting on her.

There isn’t the smallest chance that it was satisfied with just a small girl. Its mad gaze is once again directed at you.

You can probably use the thing in your hand as a weapon. You couldn’t spare a glance at it, but its shape vaguely resembles one.

...But can you even hurt this demon?

>Attack it.
>Run away.

>>37529237
>Attack it.

>>37529237
>Attack it
Gotta be tough.

>>37529237
>Attack it.

>>37529237
>Attack it.

>>37529257
You grip the metallic thing with both hands, bellowing out a roar, and charge, removing the distance in just a few brief steps. You decide not to think at all as you do this, allowing fury and adrenaline to overtake you fully for the next few moments. Not because this may have been a stupid choice – no, on the contrary, you are certain that turning your back on this monster was the worst decision you could have made out of the two – but because if you were thinking rationally, you would never have mustered the courage to do this.

You perform a wide, sideways swing. It was a steel pipe that you attacked it with, you realize as it blurs past your eyes. There is blood on it, but it does not belong to the beast – no, the monster is unharmed. The pipe went cleanly through it like it would through a mirage.

In response, it sluggishly lifts its arm upwards, as if preparing to swat a fly. You leap forward, ducking in-between its legs. The concrete you stood on just a moment ago has been smashed into pebbles.

This was most likely the best decision you could have made, after all. You would have been killed by its tree-trunk sized arms if you tried to run away, and the monster wouldn’t even need to take a single step to do so.

But you won’t get back up to your feet in time, you realize. You can feel the masked monster’s movements; each motion causing something akin to a surge of air, so great was the power behind them. It blurs away with speed completely nonsensical when attributed to its size, creating distance from which its massive arms could easily reach you, and from which you are both too far and too close to avoid them.

Once again, you can feel it raise its arm.

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>>37529855
...The strike does not come. Drops of blood join the falling rain.

You look behind you.

Between you and the masked monster stands a woman clad in black. The creature’s skull has been cut in two, blood pouring out of the massive gap like out of a fountain, though the sword she wields is unstained with red.

The young woman looks at you as if you were a curious oddity. She absent-mindedly mutters about ‘seeing’ things or something to that extent; you’re still too much of a mess mentally to focus properly. She behaves casually as if the monster behind her doesn’t exist, like she has so much confidence in its demise that the creature now being dead was akin to a law of nature.

But rather than confident, she is actually oblivious. The monster isn’t dead. The bone encasing its head becomes akin to clay in substance, and it is piecing itself together.

>Run away while you have the chance.
>”BEHIND YOU! IT’S NOT DEAD!”

>>37529912
>”BEHIND YOU! IT’S NOT DEAD!”

>>37529912
Smack her out of the way

>>37529912
>BEHIND YOU, ITS NOT DEAD!

>>37529912
>>”BEHIND YOU! IT’S NOT DEAD!”

>>37529912
>”BEHIND YOU! IT’S NOT DEAD!”

>>37529912
>>37529954
I'm gonna go with knock her out of the way.

Bleach quests are fun mostly cause the setting is good even if the cannon is Kubo.

>>37530050
Agreed.I mean look at what HQR did.They defeated the Kubo if you ask me!

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>>37530050
agreed. Soon Clarissa will acquire best roommate.

>>37530050
The fun will be seeing what this quest keeps the same and what it does different.

Is there an entirely new cast ahead of us? Are we getting new perspectives from familiar faces?

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>>37530094
HQR went above and beyond in fun ways.

>>37530094
Yes, but they replaced him with Kuma.

Let us see what journey Mushroom takes us on with his SSQ.

QM didn't die i hope......

>>37530826

Is it the curse? Or has something else gone after and picked Mushroom?

>>37529922

She doesn’t believe you, giving you the sort of pitying smirk you’d give a delirious person. As if to humor you, she does turn around, but it is too late.

The instance it returns to its life, the monster swings its clawed limb at the swordswoman, an action that seemed reflexive rather than entirely conscious in its abruptness.

“YOU FUCKING IDIOT!” You scream at the same time as she gets hit. She manages to place her sword in the way of the claws, which only really served to point out how pitifully thin and frail it seemed in comparison to the hunks of razor sharp bones that decorated the monster’s hands.

The woman is sent flying, colliding with the brick wall of an abandoned building, smashing through it in a cloud of dust.

Before the beast can return its attention back to you, the woman phases through the brick wall a floor higher than she was thrown into. She is unbelievably quick and agile, cutting through its mask in the midst of her fall.

As she lands on the ground, she does not go back to mocking you; this time, she locks her eyes on the creature, sword raised.

The woman is not unharmed – she is bleeding from the side, where the claws collided with her, but her firm stance does not hint at the pain she might be feeling.

As you suspected, the monster reforms, the vertical gash in its bone-covered head stitching itself together. It did not move during this time, and neither did the swordswoman, who intently observed the healing process. Perhaps this course of events is somehow abnormal even for whoever she might be.

The woman is not standing between you and the beast, and you are not protected by her back. It seems that you are not a concern, even though you are still dangerously close to the action. Before you think about somehow remedying that, the woman loudly clicks her tongue and jumps again - another ludicrous, inhuman leap.

(1/2)

>>37531046
The girl’s slash is about to cut through the monster’s skull again. Perhaps it is not trying to evade anymore – it doesn’t budge from its position. It was most likely a waste of effort with the difference in their speeds, either way. Instead, the demon attempts to trade strikes.

The victor of the exchange is fairly clear.

The monster remains in stasis, trying to revive itself after receiving another lethal wound.

Two halves of the sword wielder are sent into the air, her upper half drawing an arc, spraying liters of blood onto the ground below. Her lower half collides with the wall of an opposing building.

You thought about catching her, but you were caught off-guard by the conclusion of their trade. The girl loudly smacks against the concrete.

You run to her collapsed upper half, kneeling down. The girl is still alive. Still conscious.

“Are you okay?!” You nearly unintentionally find yourself yelling such a ridiculous question. The woman forces out a smirk in response.

“Shinigami... don’t die from just this much.” She answers. Her voice is barely audible.

“But... I can’t fight like this, either. Damn it, I thought I could get away with it one more time.” She longingly looks at the missing half of her body. The woman glances at her sword, which she miraculously managed to keep a hold of, and then grips your clothes with her free hand, pulling you in closer.

“You... can see it, right? And you can hear my voice, right? Look, I... I saved you, so in return, I want you to trust me. Even if it’s just this once, and for just a moment, I want you to... to trust me.” She whispers, pleading. Gripping her sword above the handle, she places the tip of the blade against your chest – right by your frantically beating heart. There is a weak, somewhat ironic smile on her face.

>”I... I trust you! Do it!”
>”I just want to live! If it’s going to save us, do whatever you need to!”

>>37531107
>>”I... I trust you! Do it!”

>>37531107
>”I just want to live! If it’s going to save us, do whatever you need to!”

Freaking spooky ghost people and monsters, I don't trust any of this but damn it if I'm going to die here.

>>37531107
>”I... I trust you! Do it!”
Time to be girl Ichigo.

>>37531107
>”I... I trust you! Do it!”
Either this works, or we die anyway. Why would she lie?

>>37531107
>”I just want to live! If it’s going to save us, do whatever you need to!”

>>37531107
>I...I trust you! Do it!

Its the choice between just having the power and creating a bond. Choose the bond.

>>37531107
>"Yap yap yap. Sword. Chest. Do it. Now. Don't have all day."

>>37531235
No, we're at the horror portion of the story. Comedy comes after the dust settles.

Though I want to know how we wound up in the situation we found ourselves in at the start.

We're a tough girl, did we get into a fight?

>>37531298
We'll also have to know where we live, who's our family, if we have friends, ect...
Then back to drama as relations with mexico turn sour.

>>37531365
Well, we don't even know if the plot is taking place in Japan or somewhere else.

Sure Clarissa isn't a japanese name, but hey, international transfer or GI grampa are viable explanations. Help with the outsider status much like Ichigo had.

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So i got a question for you anon's.What'cha think bout this pic for what Clarissa looks like?

>>37531408
We could be a half-jap if this is taking place in japan. Seems like there is one of thoes in every animu/mango recently. Probably due to Japan's declining birth rate or some shite like that.

Although I do like the idea of GI Grandpa, he could live upstairs and get all crotchety when we cause to much of a ruckus.

>>37531471
>>37531408
>Not an ancient Ex-KGB Spy grand-grand pa who still beats our ass regularly at Sambo

>>37531471
Or he could be a lovable bastard and foil for his straight laced Salaryman son in law or son? Or whatever our dad is.

>>37531538
man, it isn't always about Operating Operationally.

Though I do wonder, are there Waifu Wars or Husbando Wars in our future together as players in this quest.

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>>37531538
Fucking sold!
I don't have a KGB reaction image so take the Spetsnaz instead

>>37531538
we could have both. A great grandpa who is ex KGB and his GI son in law.
They both get into arguments over what we learn for combat.

>>37531593
>Wife is a Japanese martial artist
>Sister is a kickboxer
>Brother is into MMA

>>37531593
I think that's too much. Lets see what Mushroom has planned. Hell we haven't even survived the first thread yet.

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>>37531441
Would prefer something like this myself. Admittedly your picture's clothing is much better

Already archived.

Description: Death and the Clarity

...

Research indicates that Clarissa means Bright or Clear. Clever anon.

>>37531876
It can't be over already.
That was too short!
We didn't even kill the first hollow yet!

>>37531921
sometimes people archive threads in progress, they still get updated with the complete thread.

And, sometimes it is important to archive a thread as soon as possible lest the misarchivist returns to mock us derisively.

>>37531921
I think someone just archived it early so that the trolls don't get to it first

>>37531956
>>37531943

Yeah, I've had too many quests I've enjoyed inconvenienced by misarchivist and trolls.

Its why I archive my own shit at the OP.

>>37531134
“Ah, you’re making me feel bad,” She mutters sarcastically, melancholically. “You really shouldn’t have... I don't deserve it. I don’t actually think this will improve our chances by even a tiny bit. But thank you for letting me have a little selfish hope in my final moments.”

“You really like to run your mouth, huh? Just do it. The introductions come later.” You feel like she would laugh if she could. You’re sure that it would be directed at your strangely firm, yet also entirely unconvincing optimism. You don’t take offense for it.

The monster issues a furious roar as it returns to life once more. The girl looks like she wants to say something else.

You grab a hold of the cold blade, not allowing her a chance at more words. You help the girl thrust it into yourself, not entirely confident that she is strong enough to do it on her own.

The sword effortlessly cuts through your chest. There is no blood, no pain, and yet you still die. Yes, you unmistakably died.

And yet you stand up.

Tightly gripping the hilt of a sword in one hand, you turn to face the masked beast. In your hand is not the sword that has killed you; it is your own sword. The manifestation of your own power given the shape of a katana. Having never before held a sword in your entire life, you didn’t think it would be this light, and you didn’t imagine that it would feel this great to be holding onto it.

The fatigue is gone without a trace; you are fully invigorated. You are not at your ‘best’. Your best does not even come close to what you are now. You lower your core, and set off with a dash. The air does not rebel against your blinding speed; not the smallest sensation of friction is present.

Your vision of the spiritual is no longer blurry. It is clearer than your eyesight has ever been before. With nothing left to the imagination, the monster does not seem nearly as scary as before.

(1/2)

>>37532128
One detail you did not pay attention to before is the massive hole in its chest. Now, you can’t help but grin, thinking that it will make cutting the bastard in half that much easier.

The tactics of that woman did not work – so you’ll be trying something else. Predictably enough, it goes for another swing of its massive limb. It should have been too quick for you to avoid.

Should have been.

But you are on its level now. Knowing what it is going to do is more than enough. You take to the air, jumping over the gorilla’s sweeping strike. You avoid the sequential blow by bouncing off the ground the moment your toes touch the asphalt, and it seems that you were fast enough to make it lose sight of you for just a moment.

Just a single, precious moment.

With a roar blowing your previous one completely out of the water, you charge once more, swinging vertically. Your sword isn’t long enough to cut the entirety of the monster’s limb, so you strike again in nearly the same breath. Like a felled tree, the forearm drops on the ground, blood spraying out of its stump like water out of a hose.

The creature stumbles back, as if shocked, screaming and wailing in agony. The bleeding shortly stops, the wound slowly mending itself at a snail’s pace. You’ll be able to pull off the same stunt three more times before it’s done, you’re sure.

It seems that as long as you don’t touch its mask, it’s vulnerable. The woman must have been some kind of retard not to attempt this.

You are about to dash back in to continue slicing it into pieces, but you realize that the high you were experiencing up to this point has worn off considerably. Your body no longer feels as weightless as it had just moments ago. It still feels great, better than ever, but far less so.

(2/3)

>>37532159
The beast charges at you, but you evade its blow, nearly stumbling over the girl’s severed half in the process. Though you were dominating in this battle, you weren’t keeping track of your surroundings - didn't see the need to. You’ve been part of fights before, but not ones where you could cross a street in one jump, so it is no surprise that you are not experienced in these conditions.

For some reason, it seems hesitant to rush at you again. Now would be the perfect time to seize the initiative.

>Grab the girl and get away.
>Keep fighting.

>>37532208
>Grab the girl and get away.

>>37532208
>>Keep fighting.

>>37532208
>Keep Fighting

>>37532208
>Keep fighting.
Kill it! Slide underneath and slice it's length.

>>37532208
>Keep fighting.

If the girl hasn't "bled" out already she isn't going to. If she has whats the point in dragging around half a person.

We stay. We fight. We win.

>>37532208
>Keep fighting.
Take another limb off.

Was there any quest where we played actual shinigami instead of hollow?

>>37532208
>Keep fighting.
shouldn't have eaten that lil' girl

>>37532842
Improvaizen quest?

>>37532842
Bleach Quest by cosgrove, before it got rebooted, and because we were Ichigo.

>>37532842
Bleach Quest.

Oh, this quest looks fun. I'll be joining, I think.

>>37532208
>Grab the girl and get away

So it looks like we aren't the spiritual powerhouse Ichigo was in canon; but that should also mean (unless other plot chicanery is involved) that we didn't take all of (not?)Rukia's power. So what will be the reason she has to stay earth side and force us to substitute?

>>37532226
You can kill it. You just need to get that thing away from the girl. She seems to be still alive, so that’s good, and you should do your best in keeping it that way.

There is a tense moment of silence, a break in the action. Perhaps the monster was considering its options, just like you were. You would be surprised if that was the case. You really didn’t take it for a tactician.

The beast bellows a primal roar, attempting to crush you with its arm. You jump to the side, towards the side where the girl is lying, grab her by her black kimono, and throw her away, further behind yourself, muttering a “sorry” which was most likely not heard over the beast’s wails.

You turn back towards the action, greeted with the sight of rapidly approaching claws from your side. You put your sword in their path, not having enough time for a proper dodge. Your feet remain on the ground as you take the blow, but you slide along the asphalt, soon slamming into a wall.

You are bleeding where the claws grazed you, and you are hurting where you collided with the wall. Both felt negligible. Other than pain, they do not cause anything else. The spirit attempts to stab you with the claws of its lone limb, but its thrust only collapses the cracked wall that was behind you a moment ago. While the arm briefly remains lodged in there, you slash. There is much more resistance than before, and you don’t manage to fit in a second strike.

You really are getting weaker.

(1/2)

It attempts to grab you, and it succeeds. You get lucky – your sword unintentionally pierces the palm in which it tries to hold you and you move the lodged blade around, irritating it into immediately releasing you.

If that didn’t happen, you really don’t know how you’d get out of that thing’s grasp. You shift to its side, slashing the limb from another angle. It is finally severed, dropping uselessly on the ground.

You hop away from it, finding the need to catch a breath. You bluff by keeping a proud, firm posture, making it seem like you’re still at your peak.

The beast jumps away as well. It leaps upward, scaling a few stories with its jump, disappearing over the edge of a roof. It gets eerily quiet, as if it completely disappeared. You take this time to run up to the young woman and check how she’s doing. You keep your eyes on the rooftops, still expecting an attack.

“It’s not over. It won’t give up until you’re dead.” The woman confirms your suspicions with her weak whispers. “The only way to kill that thing is the mask. But...” She chuckles, though it sounded more like a wheeze. “You saw how that went.”

“So you’re saying it’s immortal? I’ve been cutting it up real nicely so far. Maybe you just need to get good?” You reply. You feel like you could go for another round or two. The bleeding doesn’t seem to be affecting you in any way, and you can get over the bruises. “Well, if it’s planning on licking its wounds over and over, I’ll just chase after it and cut it up.”

“It left to somewhere you can’t follow. It’ll return once it’s healed. Maybe in five.”

“Then how the fuck do you kill it?”

“The back of its head. Cut through the mask and skull.”

You want to protest again, but you realize that she is holding back on proper explanations not because she’s being a trying to be a witty bitch, but because she can barely even talk at all. You get what she repeated herself for.

(2/3)

>>37533618
“We’re retreating, then? That’s bullshit.”

“I need... A body. Do you know where one is?”

The question catches you off-guard.

“...How the hell would I know?”

“That’s alright... I’ll manage,” She mutters. “I’m not dead or dying, don’t worry. That monster will be looking for you, now, not me. I’ll be safe. I’m too weak to be found. And you, as long as you... As long as you stay human, it won’t find you. Just... enter your body, and you’ll be safe. But I just need... rest.”

“What about a body from a morgue? Wouldn’t that do? We can probably get that. It’s weird, but...”

“No... Too cold... Let me sleep... I'm... Kimiko."

"...Clarissa."

You don't know if she got that. She closed her eyes before you said it.

>”If you’re absolutely sure that you’ll be safe, then... I’ll leave you here.”
>”...I know where to get a body.”

>>37533693
>”...I know where to get a body.”

>>37533693
>”...I know where to get a body.”
She never clarified human right?

>>37533693
>”...I know where to get a body.”
I actually don't, but Clarrissa seems to, and I'm interested.
Maybe it's the weird candy merchant?

>>37533693
>”...I know where to get a body.”
inb4 the morg

>>37533693
>...I know where to get a body.

>>37533693
>”...I know where to get a body.”

>>37533693
>”If you’re absolutely sure that you’ll be safe, then... I’ll leave you here.”
We can't get a non-morgue body

So guys.We're definitely going to be a Sukeban right? Link below if you don't know what that is
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sukeban

So did everyone die or....?

>>37534404
Eh, an hour between updates isn't to bad.

OP is slow. But thats ok because OP's posts are long. An hour is fast for 3 part segments.

>>37533693
You easily lift the torso up on your shoulder.

...Legs sure weigh a lot, don’t they? You’ve never really realized that up until now, when you’re carrying something without them. But... that doesn’t matter. You made up your mind. This girl was right – she saved your life, and you should do what you can to help her in return. You didn’t trust her enough to just leave her lying there, for any monster to come around and eat her.

You’ve seen what these things do to helpless people. You don’t really want to see it again if you can help it. And... you were helping it right now.

...

Nobody can see you or hear you. You really did turn into a spirit. That’s good, because there probably isn’t a single person in this town who wouldn’t be shocked at this scene. The streets were mostly empty, but Kimiko was making a noticeable trail with her blood...

Hopefully, this isn’t visible to normal people. Otherwise, things will get really bad, especially if someone tracked it.

You make a short trip through town at a jog that in its speed is comparable to what your sprint used to be just a little while ago. The door to the building is open, so you don’t need to go around phasing through walls. You’re not sure how to do that, and if you can at all.

Even though you’re just a door away from your destination, you’re still hesitant. No, you are even more hesitant now than before. You try the doorknob, and the door easily opens.

...Well, why wouldn’t it do that? Who would close it?

(1/3)

>>37534559
The inside of the flat is dark, but it is luxuriously spacious. It is only a step above total darkness, thanks to the dim light from the city’s street lamps pouring through closed curtains.

There is a person lying on the ground, face hidden under long black hair.

You kneel near it, placing Kimiko down. She sinks into the body. It begins to twitch lightly. You stand up and step away, trying to keep your breathing steady. You managed to stain your hand with blood in the process but... that’s not the problem.

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>>37534599
The person, the girl... stands up. Slowly, while groaning.

“Ah, my head is splitting in two...” She whines. The girl has a cutesy, childish voice. She looks at you, and perhaps only because it is dark that you do not need to immediately throw up the moment you accidentally meet her eyes. “...Who am I?”

You shouldn’t have done this. It’s far more disturbing than you thought it would be. You don’t answer her question. You simply can’t.

“...Let’s go to my home. We... I need some rest.”

>>37534625
Did...
Did we just place her in a still living body? Wouldn't that kick the other soul out or something?

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I'd like to end the thread here. It's getting pretty late for me.

If you have any questions before I go, please ask them, I'll be happy to try and answer as well as I can.

>>37534625
>>37534625
Did...
Did we just place her in a still living body? Wouldn't that kick the other soul out or something?

>>37534714
Twitter?

>>37534697
>>37534740
Sorry for double posting. Captcha a was being weird.

>>37534714
you should get a trip
And maybe research Russian hussar swords, if you think a russian MC would be alright

>>37534740
You can't do that, only one soul can occupy a body at a time.

>>37534779
https://twitter.com/Mushroomgami
I think this should do it.

>>37534851
I totally know russian. I'll think about it.

>>37534714
Assuming we just did what I think we just did...

... that got dark.

I'll try to do a thread tomorrow, around the same time, probably.

Don't want to leave you guys hanging!

>>37535097
Tweet that and make sure you tweet 2-3 hours in advance!

So we made homunculus with horse shit and human semen and then placed ghost into it?
I hope she never finds out how they are made

>>37535208
Thanks for the advice. Pretty new to this whole thing!

You had to remind me of that manga didnt you mushroom?

Well i guess the predicament is accurate to sauce.

How well did we know body? Or is that best left to next thread?

>>37535420
Yeah, I'd like to save that for later.

Though, going to sleep now. Hope to see you next time!

>>37535420

Who knows?

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>>37535620
GET A TRIP