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>The Twitter : @TimidAnon
>The Pastebin : http://pastebin.com/0BwcEJYp (Last updated 4/13/2015)
>The Schedule : Monday, Thursday, and Saturday at 7:00 P.M. Central Standard Time

Also, quick question for you guys - should I consider moving this off-site? Would a quest like this work better elsewhere? I'm just curious.

>>39429646
>AV*A(Y#$NHK! Mode : DEFY FATE
>>39429706
but what other site would host this.

>>39429720
Anonkun and other sites. Again, I'm just curious. I'd be a stupid man if I didn't think about the best place to do shit at, where it's convenient for both me and you guys.

Eh. Not that big a deal, honestly. Once it becomes a problem, then I'll start going around and asking in earnest.

>>39429646
>Hard Mode : Play as one of the other members of Flare's team at the time of their last mission with the Bullseye Squad. This will require a secondary post for explanation and clarification.

>>39429646
>Hard Mode : Play as one of the other members of Flare's team at the time of their last mission with the Bullseye Squad. This will require a secondary post for explanation and clarification.

>>39429939
>>39429895
Hard Mode selected. In this mode, you may be able to save one or more of the other members of Bullseye Squad. Should they survive, their whereabouts will become 'unknown' instead of 'KIA'. It will be difficult, but not impossible. That said, unless you can defy fate...

Please select a character.
>Deimos, the Demoman. Expert in explosives and heavy weaponry.
>Skar, the Medic. Expert in pilot management and enemy movement patterns.
>Ruth, the Gunner. Expert in light weaponry and enemy combat tactics.

You may not use your HEAT CHARGES in this mode, nor can you exchange them for ERROR - WRONG MODE SELECTED.

Descriptions of characters to follow.

>>39430091
>>Skar, the Medic. Expert in pilot management and enemy movement patterns.

>>39430091
>Skar, the Medic. Expert in pilot management and enemy movement patterns

>>39430091
>Skar, the Medic. Expert in pilot management and enemy movement patterns.

>>39430150
>>39430174
>>39430270
Character selected - Skar.

Writing.

>>39429646
>DEFY FATE
GET FLARE KILLED

Rolled 49 (1d100)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M8kNfnAQVAI

You are Skar, one of the Silithid people of the outer ring worlds. Your people are a bipedal, reptilian race that believes in reincarnation and the life-path of the soul. In a previous life, your soul-ancestor was one who saved others. To honor him and to follow his life-path, you have taken your Life Journey to the stars, signing up with a Union mercenary ship that was passing by your sector. Since then, you have fought side by side, putting your talents to good use under the watchful (if not obsessive) gaze of the enigmatic CO. Recently, he has assigned you to Bullseye Squad, one of the toughest parts of his military group; in this squad, you are expected to perform to a standard of quality that outranks your previous battles by leaps and bounds. If you were not confident in your healing abilities, you would be nervous, but the CO hired you for a reason.

Right now, none of this has any importance to you. What is important is the small set of cups that are being shuffled around. You are sitting in front of your squad's Demoman, trying to watch his shifting hands while the both of you wait for your next mission to begin. He challenged you to a game of shells - a time-honored tradition in many cultures - and you did not want to be rude. "Yeh daft lizard, yeh cannae keep oop with th' slick hand o' Deimos, eh?" He chuckles. The cups are moving at a quick clip, darting this way and that to try and distract you...

>Options?
>Do some quick calculations in your head to predict which cup will have the shell? (Please roll 1d100 for predictions.)
>...left cup?
>...middle cup?
>...right cup?
>Write In? (Please roll 2d100 as a catch-all.)

>>39430584
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bFJ24qvqIjI

>You've created a time paradox! You can't go changing the future like that!

Rolled 21 (1d100)

>>39430656
>>Do some quick calculations in your head to predict which cup will have the shell? (Please roll 1d100 for predictions.)

>>39430656
>>...left cup?

Rolled 82 (1d100)

>>39430656
>Do some quick calculations in your head to predict which cup will have the shell? (Please roll 1d100 for predictions.)

Rolled 2 (1d100)

>>39430656
>Do some quick calculations in your head to predict which cup will have the shell? (Please roll 1d100 for predictions.)
Its up your arm!

>>39430809
Wow. that's some butt-clenching teeth-skimming you're doing there, anon.

Don't forget to grab your favorite d20 and preroll the bad luck out of it before every quest. It's what I do.

>>39430685
>>39430723
>>39430809
Your next line will be, 'But you can't possibly have known that!'

Writing.

>>39430850
I like to live dangerously. Also I'm following about five quests and participating in an online RP-session my luck is going haywire tonight.

>>39430656
Unlike most other cultures, the Silithid have evolved to compute basic patterns quite easily. Probably something to do with the early stages of your people's development as reptiles. You stop focusing on the cups and start watching his hands, making mental notes as to how he's twisting his wrist every now and then. He also seems to favor leaning to his left, but it's a feint - his head is tilted toward the right. With that in mind...

Your opponent stops his cup-shuffling, hands hovering right above the left and right cups. "Och, yer a silent one, ain't yeh, Forktongue? But yeh cannae work yer sneaky lizard magic on me lucky hands, lad. Hasn't failed me yet, they haven't." Ignoring the man's speech, you squint your narrow eyes, hissing slightly as you lick at the front of your muzzle. Yes, there was no doubt.

"This one knows your tricks, wire-man. This one knows there is no item within the containers. As the winged beast flies, your item resides in the wrist of your clothing." You hiss. Reaching over to his wrist, a claw pops open the folded cuff of one of his sleeves. A quick glint catches your eye, but he turns his wrist over before you can get a good look. "Ach, lucky guess, ya damned beast. Yeh only oop an' watched me try it on th' new lassie! So. Another game, then?" He asks.

While you could go for another game, there were more important things going on. The Captain was making his approach, walking in on taloned feet.
1/?

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>>39431189
"Fall in, Bullseye Squad. Our next mission is coming up." He squawked, mixing a beady gaze with a stern posture. "We're approaching the planet of Tyhra, now. It's a greasy little mudball that's going through a revolt right now by the two largest forces on their world. We got work coming in from one of those factions - seems like they want us to get some special item from a secret lab near their smaller land-mass. Normally, I wouldn't set up our A-lister team for a milk run like this, but you never know, with these missions. These gravvers don't know how to fight, but they outnumber us ten to one. Even if we have the element of surprise, this'll be a tough mission. I want us all to stay on our toes. Prep up your frames and equipment, and get ready for planetfall in fifteen minutes."

Everyone respected the commander. He wasn't the stereotypical captain that voiders dreamed of, but something about his stern, rugged charm drew others in. It was an interesting sight to see. Then again, it may have also had something to do with all of the trinkets that he had collected over the years. A man who has something to believe in - even something as silly as the power of fate and the power of the fallen - is a man who can be followed to death. You and the rest of the crew salute him, and he salutes back before dismissing you.

Well, now you've got a bit of downtime before getting into your Orbital Frame. Perhaps it's a good time to check on Diaochan now. Then again, as the medic, your top priority should be your medical equipment and other supplies. You may have to ensure that your equipment is good enough to secure the life-paths of your equals. Beyond that, checking on your squad would be a good thing to do. Other than physical health, their mental health is a grave risk in high-tension missions like these.

2/?

>>39431429
>Options?
>Check on a crew member / the CO? (Please list who you would like to check on. Options are the Mechanic, the Demoman, the Gunner, and the CO.)
>Examine your Orbital Frame, Diaochan?
>Arrange / rearrange your equipment?
>Write In? (Please roll 2d100 as a catch-all.)

>>39431429
>Examine your Orbital Frame, Diaochan?
>Arrange / rearrange your equipment?

>>39431460
>Examine your Orbital Frame, Diaochan?
Ha I get it.

>>39431460
>Arrange / rearrange your equipment?
>Check on Gunner

>>39431460
>>Examine your Orbital Frame, Diaochan?

>>39431623
>>39431561
>>39431549
>>39431510
Diaochan, the most beautiful dancer in all the land...

Writing.

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>>39431460
In battle, a man is as good as his equipment, and vice versa. You may be as good as your previous incarnations in terms of combat capability, but you would be nothing if not for your Orbital Frame, Diaochan. You resolve to examine the mech, for now. Walking around the large hangar that was the IVC's home base, you locate her sitting close to the left wall. She was as beautiful as the day you inherited her, if not more deadly from the battles that she has faced.

Diaochan was a Nephtis-Model machine from one of the inner-ring worlds, with a bit of Silithid flare to her. Instead of the usual HALO propulsion system, the mechanic has modded her to contain a minor cloaking field, instead. Perfect for a sneaking snake, she probably thought. Racist. Other than that, it was a completely basic model; there was nothing else done to her shoulder-mounted line guns or her twin katar blades. The only touch you weren't all too fond of was the literal cock pit, but that didn't bother you so much any more. All the more useful for when enemies think that you're piloting from the upper head.

There wasn't much you could do to tune up the mech, honestly. Not from the outside, at least. Leaping up, you jump into the piloting chamber and settle in. Much like the outside, the inner cockpit was sleek, efficient, and deadly. The dashboard was adjusted to fit your more reptilian body shape, but was otherwise stock-brand. Movement was based on the two trackballs to your left and right, along with the boot-inserts that were near your hind legs.

For now, you could check on Diaochan's equipment and see what, exactly, she was capable of. Never hurts to review it, after all. Or perhaps a bit of AI configuration would do? Something to better suit your work as the medic?

1/?

>>39432050

Well, whatever you chose to do, it would probably take up most of the free time you had. Better think carefully.

>Options?
>Check the Orbital Frame's equipment?
>Reconfigure AI to better suit your needs? (Please roll 1d100.)
>Go and talk to one of the other squad members? (Please list who you would like to check on. Options are the Mechanic, the Demoman, the Gunner, and the CO.)
>Check your medical equipment?
>Write In? (Please roll 2d100 as a catch-all.)

>Captcha : Howto

Rolled 60 (1d100)

>>39432083
>>Reconfigure AI to better suit your needs? (Please roll 1d100.)
>Check your medical equipment?
gatta be ready.

Rolled 44 (1d100)

>>39432083
>Reconfigure AI to better suit your needs? (Please roll 1d100.)

Rolled 90 (1d100)

>>39432083
>Reconfigure AI to better suit your needs? (Please roll 1d100.)

>>39432083
>>Reconfigure AI to better suit your needs? (Please roll 1d100.)
>>39432083
>>Check your medical equipment?

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>>39432274
>>39432192
>>39432149
>>39432140
Eeeeee-e-e-e-eeexcellent choice, h-h-h-hhhaaa-a-a-aaacker.

Writing.

>>39432083
The biggest problem, beyond the whole bit with your legs not quite fitting the leg equivalents of Diaochan, was the AI. This Frame was a beauty to behold, but it had one major flaw - the AI was buggy. You had been putting it off until now, since you don't quite have the head for technology that your mechanic does, but it's high time you actually got around to installing a better AI. Your current one seemed like it was some offbrand model, which kept on calling you 'hacker'.

Luckily, you had foreseen such a problem coming up, and had planned accordingly. A prior meeting with the mechanic had gained you a few options as to replacements, and she was even kind enough to lay them out as computer blocks on your dash board. If you remember right, her words were something along the lines of...

"Alright, clean out your fucking ears and listen up. Your wanzer's a pretty bitch on the outside, but she's been fucked up by third-party software on the inside. You wanted me to replace that shit, so I got you four AIs that I had to download and clean out on my own time. By the way? Fuck you for making me take my free hours on this shit. Anyway, the first AI is called 'ZhugeLiang.bat'. This'll increase your computational speed for number-crunching subroutines and readouts by a shit-ton. It's good for a lot of tactics shit, so you might want to get that. The problem is that this AI is chatty as fuck, so you might wanna beware that shit."

"Next up - Viola.bat. This one's meant more for combat wanzers, but since you've got those fuck-off katana shits on Diaochan's hips there, you'll probably get a kick out of this shit. It's pretty fucking violent, but it should help with action/reaction times on your wanzer. If you wanna fuck shit up, you go with that."

1/?

>>39432566

"Then there's this radio one called 'Codec.bat'. Good for short- and long-range communication, since it increases the signal boost from your shit. There's a few reports that your outgoing messages might get caught by the enemy if they tune to the right wave frequency, though. It's not secure, but if you're doing sneaking and shit, it'll help you listen in if we're fucking around."

"Last but not least is this bland-as-balls AI that I got. It doesn't have a personality, so it won't get in the way when you try to do anything. Problem is that it also doesn't help much in terms of comp speed or action-reaction times, so you'll have to work on your own shit for that. It's what I'm running right now, if that helps."

The four boxes were laid out in the order that she had listed them in. All you had to do was place them in the AI slot right underneath the dashboard after taking out that defective one, and Diaochan would install the rest. Each has a strength and a drawback, and you don't have the time to install one on the battlefield. The AI that you pick now would be the one that you're stuck with...

>Please choose an AI.
>ZhugeLiang.bat? (Tactical output increased, but also more difficult to decipher.)
>Viola.bat? (Combat capabilities increased, but also hard to reign once battle starts.)
>Codec.bat? (Communications capabilities increased, but may be heard by the enemy.)
>Null.exe? (Slight increase to all parameters. No drawbacks.)
>Write In? (Please roll 2d100 for a catch-all.)

>>39432675
>Null.exe? (Slight increase to all parameters. No drawbacks.)

>>39432675
I'm stuck between ZhugeLiang and Codec. Learning stuff would be useful in a meta way, even if we get caught, and sneakily rescuing people is the best way to get MIA instead of KIA.

It's just, you know...


MOTHERFUCKING ZHUGE LIANG

>>39432675
>ZhugeLiang.bat? (Tactical output increased, but also more difficult to decipher.)

Take one for the team.

>>39432724
Hey, I'm always open to you guys discussing with each other. There are bonuses and drawbacks to each of these. I also don't know what quantifies as / don't care about metaposting, since it shows that you guys are thinking about it and weighing your options

And yes, you figured out the secret to Codec. I was debating on listing it, but it must have slipped my mind. Codec can intercept enemy signals as well as be intercepted by the enemy.

Sorry for not listing that, guys.

>>39432675
>>ZhugeLiang.bat? (Tactical output increased, but also more difficult to decipher.)
were smart we can take it.

>>39432771
If we weren't the medic, I'd have picked a kind of mix between Zhuge Liang and Codec, where we intercept enemy signals and alter them or deliberately leak other signals to fuck with the enemy.

>>39432830
The problem is time, my man. Can't have everything, and Skar isn't exactly technologically apt.

>>39432879
I did say "if we weren't the medic". We kinda have more important things to do.

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>>39432809
>>39432762
>>39432724
Nothing is harder to see into than people's nature.
The sage looks at subtle phenomena
and listens to small voices.

Writing.

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>>39432992

>>39432675
The tactical AI should help you with both managing the team's personal health and getting a good read of the battlefield. Sure, it would be chatty, but a mute button could fix things like that easily.

You reach down underneath the dashboard, sticking your serpentine fingers into the computational slot. Yanking out the old box, you shove the new one in its place quickly, pushing it in until you hear the small 'click' of latches securing the box in place. After that, you take a moment to put aside the other comp boxes before activating your dashboard.

"Uploading new AI... Spring rises from the earth / the young chick takes flight into the blue sky / from the ashes rises the phoenix." Various graphs and charts spring up on screen! It's a barrage of information, detailing every scrap of data that has been inserted into the Orbital Frame since it was built. From battle damage to connection with other AIs, weapons and equipment, medical records and psych traits that you had listed for the squad; everything was being measured and sorted! For a moment, you considered shutting Diaochan off and calling for help...

Just as quickly as it began, the rush of the AI's bootup stopped. One by one, each graph and chart blipped out of existence, leaving only one window open on your view screen. It was the small poem that had appeared when all this started. As you looked, the words shifted, morphing into a new poem. "A battlefield surveyed is a battlefield conquered / the arrow flies only as far as the hand pulling it."

1/?

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>>39429646

Hello, exofleet. I miss you much.

>>39433293
Alarm klaxons begin to blear up from above. From one side of your viewscreen, you can see the CO rushing out of the living quarters and yelling out orders. It looks like it's time to suit up. A hiss from your radio confirms this, as the captain's avian voice calls in. "Skar! Good work on warming your Frame up! We're making landfall in one minute! Get yourself ready and head over to the HALO Jump point - we're going to be making planetfall soon!" How odd. Normally, there would be a dropship involved.

You would like to move your mech, but the boot-up system of your AI is commandeering control of the whole system. "Ambition, charisma and wisdom, in equal measure / wielded by great generals, may create swords from plowshares." As nice as these poems are, they aren't really helping you move! Maybe the poems are waiting for you to do something?

>Options?
>Examine the poems. There seems to be some pattern to them... (Please roll 1d100.)
>Try to...type to it, maybe? (Write in something to type.)
>Just try to move your Frame while this is booting up. (Please roll 1d100 for bypassing.)
>Turn off the AI, and just move your Frame in with the basics.
>Where is that little mechanic!? (Please roll 1d100 for communication.)
>Write In? (Please roll 2d100 as a catch-all.)

Rolled 88 (1d100)

>>39433461
>>Examine the poems. There seems to be some pattern to them... (Please roll 1d100.)
their military obviously.

Rolled 87 (1d100)

>>39433461
>Examine the poems. There seems to be some pattern to them... (Please roll 1d100.)

Rolled 95 (1d100)

>>39433461
>Examine the poems. There seems to be some pattern to them... (Please roll 1d100.)

Rolled 45 (1d100)

>>39433461
>Examine the poems. There seems to be some pattern to them... (Please roll 1d100.)

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>>39433636
>>39433520
>>39433510
What glorious rolls. Truly, this is the Mandate of Heaven.

I'll wait a while longer, but I think the crowd is small enough to where I should cut voting down to ten minutes. What do you guys think?

Also, recommended watching, since I'm watching it right now and it's influencing me : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YeL-eYv4Vbo

>>39433678
Eh works for me.

>>39433728
Okay. Cutting it down to around 10 minutes, for the moment. I'll change it if something comes up, or if more people come in.

>>39433510
>>39433520
>>39433636
I do believe I've cracked the code, Professor!

Writing.

>>39433461
There's an obvious pattern to these writings. They're not exactly good - a little archaic and purple-prose-y for your taste - but they are definitely military poems. But why would the programmer put something like that in? Is this just something that programmers did? In any case, you considered that the best course of action would be to try to respond in kind. Your hands flit over to the keyboard in the center of the dashboard. "This one speaks plainly, but with reverence / the serpent commands the phoenix with the gilded tongue / together, their might shall grasp the reins of ambition."

Whatever the AI's game was, you seem to have cracked it. Your screen clears up, giving you a tactical readout of the scene before you, and your Orbital Frame stands up straight. "Two sages sit at the top of the mountain / with eyes without and within, they control all that they see / one's eyes to the Will of Heaven, and another's eyes to the mandate of Earth. I greet you in plain words, Silithid." The AI actually says this out loud, speaking from your radio box. It has a calm, collected voice, garbled slightly by digitization.

That effort had taken up around forty seconds. You hiss contentedly to yourself, walking over to the edge of the hangar to wait behind the CO. Everyone else was already in line - you were the last to appear. "Prayin' ta yer gods, lad? Ach, worry not. T'is but a wee milk run, this."

"Stow the chatter! We're jumping in ten! Nine! Eight! Seven! Six..."

1/?

>>39434043
The S.S. Iscar was far too large to do anything involving sneaking, so the IVC usually just brought it in and hoped for the best. When the hangar doors began to open up, you were given a view of the landscape from about ten miles off of the ground. Even from here, you could see that there was fighting all over the planet. This didn't seem like some regular revolt. In fact, this resembled something more along the lines of a full-on uprising.

The CO's Frame pointed to a small spot down below. Unlike the other places on the planet, there was no one fighting there. Odd. "Jump now! aim for that spot there!" Before anyone could ask for clarification, he leaped out of the open hangar doors, diving headfirst toward the landing point. The rest of the team hurried to follow him; the gunner, first, then the mechanic, and finally, the demolitions man.

Before you could jump, a loud blip from the AI pops up a warning sign. "The eager prey sees safe haven / yet the smart hunter lays traps underneath bait. Instead of low branches / the wisest of hawks seek a higher perch." It pulled up a closer view of the land below, highlighting what seemed to be a hill formation to the right of the landing zone.

"Medic! Pick up the pace and follow us! We have to hit this place hard and fast!" Your CO screams.

>Options?
>Follow along with the team. If anything happens, you'd rather be there to help them out. (Please roll 1d100 for a HALO Jump.)
>Follow along with your AI's decision. This is too convenient a setting for a trap... (Please roll 2d100 for angling and HALO Jumping.)
>Write In? (Please roll 2d100 for a catch-all.)

Rolled 62, 84 = 146 (2d100)

>>39434288
>>Follow along with your AI's decision. This is too convenient a setting for a trap... (Please roll 2d100 for angling and HALO Jumping.)
never doubt the intelligence of the strategist of Shu.

Rolled 48, 1 = 49 (2d100)

>>39434288
>Follow along with your AI's decision. This is too convenient a setting for a trap... (Please roll 2d100 for angling and HALO Jumping.)
Alert the others

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>>39434348

Rolled 18, 89 = 107 (2d100)

>>39434288
>Follow along with your AI's decision. This is too convenient a setting for a trap... (Please roll 2d100 for angling and HALO Jumping.)

>>39434418
Nat 1's count no matter if there in a group don't they. Fucking hell.

>>39434514
To be fair we could just panic and HAHO the jump.
Maybe...

I got bad news and not so bad news.

Bad news is that Comcast is acting like a bitch. Internet is acting up, and I'm trying to fix it.

Not so bad news is that everyone gets a 30 minute break while I play self-tech support.

Fixed. Fuck you, Comcast. Fuck you and every shitty internet thingamajig you try to pawn off as 'working'.

Now, as I was saying...

>>39434514
This IS hard mode. Don't worry, this isn't BAD END or anything. It's just...y'know...a bad time.

In any case...

>>39434315
>>39434348
>>39434426
The Mandate of Heaven is a fickle thing. The Jade Emperor giveth, the Jade Emperor taketh away.

62 and -1- are your highest rolls. Writing.

Also, bear with me, as Comcast is a fucking hack of an ISP.

>>39434879
what the shit 84 is the highest roll.

>>39434985
Crit fail anon. read da rules.

>>39435029
fuck your right. Well it will be fun getting our guy out of whatever happens to him.

>>39434288
There was a lot of sense in the AI's words. Higher ground would mean that you would have a better view of the battlefield, and a better place from which to make a plan of entry into the lab. Jumping out of the hangar, you spread out your Frame's arms and legs, trying to catch the wind to better angle yourself toward the hill. It really did look strange, now that you had a better view of it. While you barrel down to your new LZ, you turn on the comms. "This One has spotted a better area to begin the mission, Commander. This One shall investigate." You hiss.

"Damn it, Skar...fine. I'm trusting your instincts, for now. Do some quick recon, then radio us with your information." The CO responds, before turning his radio off.

The wind currents on this planet are strong. Much stronger than you expected. You have to fight to control your Frame's light limbs against the wind buffeting it. Even the AI has to put its power into maintaining a good enough angle. The closer you get to the ground, however, the easier it gets. Only two more miles, now. That hill really was a good location. There's even a plateau near the middle, with small -

That's not a regular hill.

1/?

>>39435153
Thats not a moon.

>>39435153
"A hunter in a haybale, laid out in the field / when partridge comes to take food, he is ready with bow nocked!" The AI wails, zooming in to look at the figures in the plateau. Upon closer inspection, it seems that you were headed right for a small bed of six turrets, lined up along a small road in rows of three. These turrets were already swiveling upward, aiming right for your Frame! There was no way you could angle yourself away this late into your Jump, and you weren't sure if you could take all of them out without being damaged!

>Options?
>Land as fast as you can, and dodge the bullets that way! (Please roll 1d100 for landing. You will take damage, but at least it won't be as bad.)
>Use your shoulder-mounted turrets and shoot back! (Please roll 1d100 for attacking. You will take damage, but you will also deal damage.)
>Try to curl up in a defensive position, protecting yourself from the worst of it! (Please roll 1d100 for defense.)
>Write In? (Please roll 2d100 for a Catch-All.)

Rolled 55, 73 = 128 (2d100)

>>39435304
>>Write In? (Please roll 2d100 for a Catch-All.)
Land on a turrets frag it on impact, then run to cover.

>>39435304
>>Use your shoulder-mounted turrets and shoot back! (Please roll 1d100 for attacking. You will take damage, but you will also deal damage.)
Get FUCKED!

Rolled 12 (1d100)

>>39435389
>>39435304
fucking.

>>39435422
well we know who dies first.

Rolled 61, 65 = 126 (2d100)

>>39435375
>>39435304

Supporting

>>39435442
It's certainly a low roll, to be sure.

But that doesn't mean it's the end. There are still chances to survive.

You still have a chance to DEFY FATE.

>>39435471
It's a split so far so can we dynamic entry a turret then run?

>>39435501
If someone either changes their vote or a new vote comes in? Sure.

If not, I'll use the capricious d2. You know how he is.

I also want to say this - I want to keep this fair (well, hard, because Hard mode), but fun. If, at any point in time, you feel that something is bullshit, please raise your concerns.

>>39435531
Hit. Refresh.

Rolled 100 (1d100)

>>39435570
That wasn't refresh - that was just me not reading right.

Sorry.

Rolling for enemy turrets and writing...

>>39435595
Fuck me, Roy you asshat watch and learn how a real man fights.

>>39435595
OKAY I MEAN I GUESS THAT'S FINE, TOO

THE PAST REFUSED TO CHANGE I GUESS

>>39435304
There was no way you were going to survive this without getting hurt. But there was also no way you were going to allow them to take you down without a fight. Bringing your frame's arms above it's head, you tilt yourself down and aim toward the closest turret, forming yourself into a large projectile. The weight of your landing should be enough to crush the things, even if they're made out of something durable.

The turrets rev up their barrels, firing straight toward you. Either by proper calculation or sheer luck, they're able to trail their bullets in accordance with your trajectory rate. Red warning lights flash from green to yellow to red as the upper body of your Frame is torn asunder. Their fire is so concentrated that it breaks through Diaochan's arms, piercing its upper torso and breaking through the back battery pack.

Your main systems are failing. There are fires erupting all around your Frame. With a loud crash and a violent shaking of the cockpit, you tumble into one of the turrets, crushing it with the whole weight of your body. The other five turrets are not deterred by this loss, and they continue to fire up and down the Orbital Frame. The legs are shot through, then the upper head; the battery pack was already exploding behind you, and it was through a sheer miracle that you hadn't been engulfed in flames, just yet.

1/?

>>39435811
This was it. You were going to die here. There was no way that such advanced turrets would allow you to walk out of this alive, even if you were able to escape your burning cockpit. There was just enough time and just enough power to, hopefully, send a message to the rest of the team.

>What would you like to say?
>Write In

>>39435851
>>What would you like to say?
Carful Friends it is a trap.

well this was short.

>>39435869
It ain't over yet, anon.

While his future may be short, there are still others.

And yes, I will give you guys the chance to change the difficulty.

>>39435869
>Seconded.

>>39435869
>>39435851
This is trap run!

>>39435851
It is a lie, run

>>39435851
>What would you like to say
well, time for memes.
>Its a TRAP-

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>>39436035
>>39436006
>>39435974
>>39435869
Pic related.

Writing.

>>39435851
The heat is starting to get unbearable. There is a sharp, stinging pain coming from behind you. Your people are used to heat, but even a Silithid cannot withstand things like this. Jamming your hand on the radio comms, you scream, "IT IS A TRAP! RUN!"

This is all you can manage before the pain forces your attention. You hiss and growl, writhing as the flames crawl into the cockpit. No matter how hard you try, the sensation of being eaten alive spreads throughout your back, rushing onto your arms and all over your body ancestors save you is your life over you don't want to die you don't want to die nononoaaaaaargh -

---

Skar's bones crick and lock, the flames taking him and locking his muscles in place. His spirit ascended to the End of the Path seconds before his Frame exploded, spreading metal and viscera all over the hilly plateau.

>SAVING, PLEASE WAIT.

>>39436167
>SAVE COMPLETE.

Continue?

Please select a new character

>Deimos, the Demoman. Expert in explosives and heavy weaponry.
>Ruth, the Gunner. Expert in light weaponry and enemy combat tactics.

or select a new mode.

Easy Mode : Flare just tells the tale of her last mission with the Bullseye Squad. There will only be basic interaction which involves the canonical events of her story.
Normal Mode : Play as Flare at the time of her last mission with the Bullseye Squad. There will be full interaction which involves the canonical events of her story.
AV*A(Y#$NHK! Mode : DEFY FATE

>>39436064
>It's a trap
It's a trap!
>>39436167
>His spirit ascended to the End of the Path seconds before his Frame exploded, spreading metal and viscera all over the hilly plateau.
so much for 'possibly MIA'...
we should have used a fate point...
>>39436203
>Deimos, the Demoman. Expert in explosives and heavy weaponry.
could be great if we can pick this guy up later if he survives...

>>39436203
>>Deimos, the Demoman. Expert in explosives and heavy weaponry.

>>39436203
>>Deimos, the Demoman. Expert in explosives and heavy weaponry.
kinda depressing playing dead men.

>>39436203
>Deimos, the Demoman. Expert in explosives and heavy weaponry

>>39436227
You may not use your HEAT CHARGES in this mode, nor can you exchange them for ERROR - WRONG MODE SELECTED.

Sorry, anon.

>>39436242
I don't want the deaths of Flare's first comrades to be happy, but I also don't want this to crush all hope for this quest...

>>39436266
its all good. If you keep rolling 100's though it might get depressing.

>>39436310
That's actually out of my hands. I did not plan for that shit to happen, and I'm sorry that it did.

Fuck, the wind keeps howling in the house. I closed all of my doors and shit, but the wind is still getting in. I'm scared.

>>39436351
it's scar's soul coming to haunt you!
repent! repent!

>>39436351
it's all good and did you close all the windows?

>>39436406
>>39436411
So a blackout jus happened.
I'm a little bit freaked out.
I'm gonna, uh, postpone shit for now.

I think Skar is not happy that he died...

If I don't come back in one hour, assume that I died and I'll come back to life on Monday. We'll start from here if the power doesn't come back on.

>>39436455
lost your trip to so yeah, we can wait.

>>39436455
All right Timid, also you forgot your trip.

>>39436488
>>39436489
I'm typing from my phone while huddled up with my dogs. I am, understandably, scared shitless.

I really hope ghosts don't come to kill me. Especially not Fiction Ghosts.

>>39436513
you don fucked up Anon.

>>39436513
Get some candles and a flashlight. And don't worry about anything ghosts can kill you, only throw shit at you.

>>39436566
I'm catholic! Ghosts hate Catholicism! My asshole is going to be torn asunder!

If someone can, just in case, please save this in suptg.

>>39436608
well I guess well call it here then.

>>39436608
>My asshole is going to be torn asunder!
that's somehow preety specific.

>>39436608
Alright its done.

>>39436703
I'm ASIAN. We know ghosts.

>>39436646
Sorry for the early end, guys. This time, at least, is out of my hands.

>>39436798
eh it happens, go cuddle with your pugs and we can pick it up on monday.

>>39436830
My pug is double scared. He won't stop shivering. It's the best thing, but also frightening.

>>39436798
>I'm ASIAN. We know ghosts.
kek
watch your back! behind you!
also go cuddle a pug. cuddling often solves a lot of things.

>>39436877
its weird how the loss of electricity and some darkness can scare people. Don't worry though some asshat probably drove into a powerline or something.

>>39436877
Storytime then, what's the scariest/silliest Filipino ghost out there?