>>39587212
>>Approach the woman and (Write In)
GREETINGS! I am Akane Shogo, and this wonderful scarf-eel is George, may I ask why you are here?

Welcome back Artemis. Tell me if the name becomes a problem, thought I would try it out but if someone complains i'll take it off.

>>39587321
>>>39587212 (OP)
>>>Approach the woman and (Write In)
>GREETINGS! I am Akane Shogo, and this wonderful scarf-eel is George, may I ask why you are here?
I like the way you think. Seconded!

>>39587352
Sorry to spoil the fun 4chan atmosphere, but I couldn't give less of a fuck about names. Everyone could have one if they wanted.

Glad to have you back, anyway.

Just gonna wait for a few more people before writing.

>>39587391
That's actually not a bad idea, why doesn't everyone choose a name, it'll help cut down on samefagging.

>>39587425
Nah, the anon thing is fun too

>>39587321
>>39587385
Writing!

>>39587212
I just found this and finished catching up. Oh god what is this quest and why do I enjoy it?
>>39587321
This sounds fine I guess

>>39587443
meh, just a suggestion.

>>39587425
We would all need to get trips then

>>39587449
this quest is awesome. you enjoy it because it is awesome.

>>39587449
Aww, you're too sweet. Thanks for being with us!

>>39587456
If people want names, I won't stop them.

>>39587465
In the end, I don't think people are gonna samefag for options like

>Cook for Eliza
>Cook for Roland

Since in the end Doing Everything is a valid option for most choices.

>>39587492
If it is a vote, people will samefag for it in the more populous quests. It hurts to watch.

>>39587492
>#
>In the end, I don't think people are gonna samefag for options like
>>Cook for Eliza
>>Cook for Roland

You underestimate the power of waifus.

>Since in the end Doing Everything is a valid option for most choices

Good point.

>>39587212

“Huh. Let me go talk to her.” you turn to your table. “You guys want to come?”

Roland shakes his head. “You’re the boss here.”

Eliza nods at Roland’s words. “I have no idea what’s going on. Just...wake me up when it’s over.”

You slip out of your seat and walk along the diner to where the middle aged woman is sitting. “Hi there, may I join you?”

The woman looks at you and frowns. “Do you have any fucking idea how hard it is to find a place where I can concentrate and cook?”

“Uh, no.”

“Correct. You’re not me. Besides, your cooking probably tastes like shite.” she turns off the stove and shovels the absurdly large amount of eggs onto a plate, and hands it to you. “Here, try that and tell me what you think.”

You nod, and sit down to start digging in. You recognize the taste of basic scrambled eggs made with milk for that extra fluff, along with pepper, spring onions, and a dash of salt.

Soon enough the plate is completely clean. “Pretty good, but needs a little something else,” you admit.

The woman spreads her arms. “See? What do I tell you? Can’t find a fucking kitchen on this Earth where I can make a proper meal. No one else can make a proper meal either, so I’m stuck trying to find backwaters like this.”

“Wait, aren’t you going to challenge the witch here? What does that have to do with finding places to cook?”

The woman frowns. “Well, I used to have a restaurant, but people got nervous with me running it and asked if I could leave. So I did. But I can’t find anywhere else to make good food, all the while that restaurant is going down the toilet. Incredibly frustrating.”

“...That doesn’t answer my question.”

(1/2)

>>39587676
Again, though, that will never be a serious option. No harems unless we are done with literally everything in the story and the entire world loves you.

>>39587744
>“Correct. You’re not me. Besides, your cooking probably tastes like shite.”
WELP we can't allow this insult to stand.

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>>39587744

“...That doesn’t answer my question.”

“No, it doesn’t, does it?” the woman sighs, chewing on another bite of the eggs. “Well, listen, I can tell you want to go first, so why don’t you? I can wait a bit. Just need to perfect these eggs...”

You slowly nod, and step away from the table, heading back to your group.

“Well?” Roland asks.

“Uh, we can go first, she says.”

Eliza stands up, almost knocking the table over. “Good. Come on, let’s get this finished before this entire Witchspace turns into Master Chef or some bullshit like that.”

She marches away to where there’s the path to the back kitchen, almost pushing over the waitress in her hurry. You, Roland and Sue follow, George still chilling out on your neck.

Once you arrive in the back kitchen, you see two twin waterfalls to either side of you (except composed with peanut oil as opposed to water), acting as the gate to the kitchen itself.

As opposed to individual stoves, there’s a huge flat top grill where a woman looking almost the twin of the waitress is flipping burgers with a big-ass spatula, that gleams under the fluorescent light even as the grease and fat covers it.

Once you all enter, she finishes flipping the last burger and turns to you, one hand holding the spatula and the other on her hip, as she stares at you.

>Introduce yourselves
>Wait for her to go
>Write In

>>39587875
>>Introduce yourselves
Don't say jormungander, introduce him as george.

>>39587875
>Introduce yourselves

>Introduce yourselves
It's only polite, after all.

damn, can't think of a good write-in for this one.

>>39587906
>>39587950
>>39587969
Writing.

>>39587875

“Uh, hi there!” you start, taking a step in front of everyone. “My name’s Shogo, and with me are my friends George,” you indicate your scarf, then point at the others, “Roland, Eliza, and Sue here.”

“Good to meet you as well, honey,” the woman walks over, sticking out a very greasy hand. “name’s Marleen. Ah’m the cook here. What can Ah do for y’all?”

“Uh, well, from what we’ve figured out, we’re meant to challenge you, and then I can go to challenge the final Witch in charge of this shin-dig,” you respond, looking around the area. As you do, you spot a rather old woman sitting at a table in the corner of the kitchen, eating a large plate of pancakes. “And I see you’ve got an old woman as well.”

Marleen nods, grinning. “That’s right! Forced to cook unless Ah want’a die. Which Ah don’t, ya see. And now y’all are here to challenge me.” her grin widens. “Bring it on.”

The room shifts slightly, as the flat top grill parts, rotating to opposite sides of the room. In the centre of the room, a large table filled with a whole bunch of different ingredients pops up, from beef to pork to beans to corn and everything democratic and truly American all featured.

“Oh, and in the spirit of the contest,” Marleen continues, “ya gotta make a true American meal. That means more food than ya weigh.”

>Write In Recipe
>Use Items
>Other?

>>39588201
>>Other?
How much prep time do we get to have? Depending on that, I would suggest some good, slow-cooked perfection.

>>39588201
>Write In Recipe
>Use Items
So, red,white,and blue pancakes, or the biggest hamburger ever made by man. Anons?

>>39588283
NO, day-cooked ribs and other barbeque. FEAST FROM THE SOUTHERN BARBEQUE GODS!

>>39588282
>>39588283
As long as it's american, go for it.

>>39588201
>>Write In Recipe
An entire Super Bowl spread.

Nachos.
Wings.
Potato skins, loaded.
Pizza.
Burgers.
Hot dogs.
CORN dogs.
Bratwurst and affiliated sausages.
Chili.
Football shaped cookies.
Brownies.
Ribs. Proper, southern BBQ ribs.
Pulled pork.
Brisket.

ALL OF IT.

>>39588201
A True 'Murican Meal?
Be sure to deep-fry everything. Especially the ice-cream.

What if we makes a giant steak in the shape of a cow, i'm not talking about a cut-out I mean an actual statue of a cow made out of steak.

>>39588201
Deep fried Butter and Beer. Yes it is a thing at the Texas state fair Been there and had it. It's surprisingly not bad.

>>39588322
>>39588320
>>39588322
oh yeah, and deep-fired twinkies.

>>39588320
>affiliated sausages

The Sausage Union is going public in saying that they do not approve of being associated with the Bratwurst Association.

But that looks delicious, either way. Five minutes till I call it.

>>39588320
I guess this is probably the best choice, but i still like my steak-statue idea.

>>39588360
Kindly remind the Union that they signed a pact in the 90's that we of the Association are still honoring. Unless their flavor is all fat, they will continue to honor it and abide by their nominal brothers-in-casings.

>>39588320
I'd be willing to support this.
Where's the turkey? I mean, technically Super Bowl is Thanksgiving Day.

>>39588320
Writing for every food ever.

That huge flat top grill (well, half of it now, I guess) calls for some deliciously crispy golden hash browns. With some pulled pork, cooked-til-they're-soft green beans, and sweet potato casserole (with pecan crust!)

>>39588426
Some of the burgers are secretly turkey burgers.

>>39588481
And apparently I fail at spoilers. Welp.

>>39588529
yeah, same.

>>39588529
I'm pretty sure you can use ctrl+s to make spoiler tags.
not that I would know, I'm on mobile 100 percent of the time

>>39588529
>>39588551
hit ctrl+s on your keyboard

>>39588613
thanks

>>39588201

While it’s been a while since you’ve made a truly American feast, it appears that Roland is allowed to give you suggestions as long as he isn’t actively cooking.

And boy does he have suggestions.

Roland frowns at the ingredients. “Alright, so grab the potato skins, that pizza base, some of the ground up beef, bison, pork, maybe some of the full potatoes for hash browns, some of the ribs, pork and beef-”

“You’re listing everything on the table, you know.”

Roland claps his hands together. “You know what, that’s a good idea! Everything on the table!”

Marleen laughs. “Damn, Shogo, Roland really knows how to cook! A wonder whah he ain’t challenging me.”

Roland shrugs. “Shogo’s beaten me ninety-nine to ninety-eight. He gets to go.”

Marleen nods and turns back to her own cooking, which appears to be covering the entire flat top grill. It looks more like a painting than actual food, with the way she’s setting it up.

You turn back to your own grill, and get to work. You prepare several sauces in some bowls, making a delicious spicy Cajun barbecue sauce that you instantly coat several of the steaks in, slamming them on the grill, along with preparing some of it for dipping. Soon enough all the meats are laid out on the grill, cooking wonderfully, including some pork you had pulled yourself that’s simmering inside a slow cooker at the side of the grill, in a delicious sauce you crafted together.

Now, for the vegetables! And that means potatoes, and only potatoes. You quickly set up some potato skins filled with bacon, cheese, and spring onions, along with a good square metre of hash browns.

Once you’re done, you turn off the grill, and turn to the ovens, where you shovel inside some brownie and cookie mix, each one made with love and a fuckton of butter.

And finally, you set to making some delicious iced tea containing more sugar than water.

Two hours of work later, aided by some enchantments Eliza gave you to speed up cooking, you're done.

>Roll 3d10

Rolled 10, 10, 2 = 22 (3d10)

>>39588698

Rolled 1, 1, 3 = 5 (3d10)

>>39588698
FOR GREAT COOKING

>>39588728
Well then. Suggested the spread and rolled two 10s. I can now resume my normal routine of lurking and vanishing to go do my own grilling.

Rolled 6, 8, 7 = 21 (3d10)

>>39588698
We get the bonus's for the items right?
Spice rack, chef's apron etc.
>>39588728
NEVERMIND! apparently we don't need them, good rolling anon.

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>>39588728
>>39588745

...

Rolled 2, 1, 6 = 9 (3d10)

>>39588698
Let's do it!

so, 10 10 7? I keep forgetting how this dice system works.

>>39588745
Oh for fucks sake I'm rolling as bad as I did yesterday...

>>39588761
I feel like this song is rather fitting right now.

>>39588791

You need only two dice to pass the DC, but if only one passes, even if it's a ten, then you failed. In this case, 10-10 is the best roll possible, unless a triple 10 showed up.

>>39588794
Better stop rolling then.

Forever.

>>39588728

Either way, you only need one to succeed, I just think it's hilarious when the 10s and 1s show up together. Writing

>>39588816
crap, forgot the link
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xwhAq3F8NCE
I have failed my clan.

>>39588856
I'm assuming we passed the major? Two tens and all.

>>39588889
The major was seven. You did just fine.

>>39588698

It’s godly. Somehow, almost of their own will, the meal has managed to assemble itself into a miniature football arena, with the players all lined up, quarterbacks and field goals and everything.

And it’s all deliciously edible.

Even Marleen whistles from across the room. “Damn, son! And here I was, trying to recreate the Crossing of the Delaware! But yours...yours wins.”

Soon enough, you’ve brought both meals to the front of the diner, and everyone starts eating it, including the waitress and middle aged woman. She comes up to compliment you.

“Right, I know I criticized your cooking. Sorry about that. This is truly fucking delicious. Good on you.” she licks her fingers appreciatively before picking up a linebacker and eating it, the hash browns and pulled pork looking godly underneath the cheap fluorescent diner light. “Really, it’s amazing.”

Marleen eventually approaches you, and hands you her spatula. “That was good, Shogo. Can’t wait to see you use it well.”

>You have the Spatula! Can flip pancakes without tearing them!

“And now, it looks like it’s time for the final Witch, eh?” Roland nudges you, munching on one of the audience benches. “Where is she?”

The old woman, who’s been eating away at the field goals, rolls over. “Right here. Very good food, I must say.”

>Wait, you’re the Witch?
>Uh, have you been watching us?
>Write In.

My god I just found such a fitting quote, black-leg sanji:
"God may have created food, but the Devil created spices."

>>39588985
>>Write In.
"Oh. Hi. I was wondering what was up with you, but was too polite to ask. You really like food, huh?"

>>39588985
>>Write In.
"So, have you been enjoying your day then?"

>>39588985
>write-in
MAKE THE OFFER! We WILL assemble the most godly cooking staff in the world! (offer all three of them to join you once you win.)

>>39588985
Seconding >>39589042

>>39589042
Sure.

man Eliza is gonna owe us big time for making a cooking staff that can actually do something, and now that we have help, we'll have time to start making more complex meals than soup.

>>39589151
I mean think about it, so far the food we've been feeding them has been fairly basic
Now that we have a staff, we can get to work making more elaborate meals that taste better.

>>39588985
also, thank the old witch for complimenting our food. Shogo is polite.

>>39588985

“So, have you been enjoying your day?” you ask her.

She laughs. “Heh, not even slightly shocked, are you? Well, I guess that’s fine.” she gestures around her. “As you know, this is my land. My cooking kingdom. And I can’t allow anyone to detroy it. Thus, I must challenge you-”

“Oh, no fucking way, Harriet.” The middle aged woman calls out, walking over. “I think I’ll take my turn now, you can’t-cook-for-shit cunt.”

Harriet backs off slightly, her face going red with anger. “And what the everloving-FUCK are you doing here?” she hisses back. Slowly, she stands from her wheelchair, a cane summoned into her hands. “I left you alone after our little *disagreement*.”

The middle-aged woman laughs. “Yeah fucking right. You’re the bitch that got me kicked out of my own restaurant, and unable to find anywhere else to cook. So yes, I’m here to show you who’s the real fucking Master Chef, one more fucking time.”

You raise your hand. “Uh, question? I think I’m getting it, but who are you?”

The woman grins. “I’m motherfucking Gordon Ramsey.”

>Bow down before your savior
>”Huh. Cool.”
>”Your eggs are really not as good as I’ve heard.”
>Write in.

>>39589260
>”Your eggs are really not as good as I’ve heard.”
suggest how to fix the recipe.

>>39589260
also, PLOT-TWIST!
(i forgot to add) >”Huh. Cool.”

>>39589260
>>Bow down before your savior

>>39589308
>>39589337
>>39589350
ALL THE THINGS!
Huh cool
Respectful bow,
Your eggs are really not as good as I've heard

>>39589260
>”Huh. Cool.”
Although...
>”Your eggs are really not as good as I’ve heard.”
>"They're still pretty good though."

>>39589413
yeah, this dialogue really fits our character, the bow is kinda out of place.
This is gonna end with us dueling them both isn't it?

>>39589478
Who knows?

>>39589413
Writing this.

>>39589260

“Huh. Cool.” You frown at her. “But, sorry to say, your eggs, while good, just aren’t as good as I thought they would be.”

Gordon laughs. “Yeah, I fucking hate cooking with eggs. It’s like half the fucking ingredients I’ll use, no matter what meal, is eggs.”

Harriet is still shaking in anger. “Now that we’re done talking about eggs, can I begin killing you? You’re a stain on this earth, and your taste is shit.”

Gordon shakes her/his head. “Sorry, not gonna happen, Harriet. Time you learnt to leave me alone.” Gordon snaps her fingers, and you feel with your magical sense the Witchspace around you tearing and reforming into...

The Master Chef studio. Two tables are set up, with one pillar in the centre of the room, on which a bowl sits. Gordon and Harriet are both behind a table, while you’re standing near the pillar.

“Right, Shogo. If you’d be a dear and pick the required item, we can get to work whooping Harriet’s ass,” Gordon calls out, grabbing a knife and sharpening it rather menacingly, staring at the other table with its contestant.

>Select an ingredient (Write In)
>Free Rein!
>Best to do one specific meal
>Can’t we all just get along...

>>Select an ingredient (Write In)
>“Tuna, like that guy picked. Very delicious, can be served a ton of different ways, and is lovely with corn in a sandwich.”
George quote.
>Can’t we all just get along...

>>39589613
>>Select an ingredient (Write In)
Pineapple. Because of reasons.

>>39589710
Oh hey, PineappAnon.

>>39589696
if you missed it, that tuna bit is from the last thread.

>>39589732
Nah, I got it.

>>39589724
I've been here the whole time pretty much. Am also EagleAnon too.

>>39589613
>"Give me a second..."
Clear Throat.
>Many years ago,Announcer: Five years ago, a man's fantasy became a reality in a form never seen before: Kitchen Stadium, a giant cooking arena. "
>"Today, we will be honoring that man's memory."
> Welcome to:"Iron Chef:Witchspace!"

>>39589613
>Tuna
>Free Rein!

>>39589696
>>39589840
Writing for tuna, with announcing.

>>39589613
Clearly we should do a 3 way battle to establish ourselves as the one true cooking witch.

>write-in, possibly once this contest is over.
Ramsey, you mentioned you "Can’t find a fucking kitchen on this Earth where I can make a proper meal. No one else can make a proper meal either, so I’m stuck trying to find backwaters like this."
I have an idea, why don't you both come back with me? You can have your place to cook, among skilled chefs and for a group of girls who will worship you for it,
And Harriet, you'll basically be competing against Ramsey every day, with a giant crowd of judges to determine who's food tastes better that day.
You'll have to drop the whole threatening to kill people thing though."

>>39589943
This is how I propose we offer that they come back with us. (I didn't choose writeinfag for no reason.)

>>39589613

You cough a little bit, and then begin. “Llladies aaand Gentlemen! Many years ago, a man’s fantasy became a reality in a form never seen before: Kitchen Stadium, a giant cooking arena where the best chef’s come to find out who truly is the best.”

“And tonight, we shall honor this man’s memory. Thus,” you unwrap George from your neck, who’s been speaking in his surprisingly deep announcer’s voice while you mouth along, “Akane Shogo shall be joining this competition to see who truly is the best. Each competitor may demand something of the others. What do you demand, Gordon?”

Gordon frowns. “Hmm. That Harriet is wiped off the face of this Earth, and Shogo here becomes my co-producer on a new cooking show.”

George turns to Harriet. “And yourself, Harriet?”

She grins, and cracks her knuckles. “Gordon must be locked inside a Witchspace made to represent Amy’s Baking Company for the rest of time. Shogo here can join the others as another challenge for newcomers to face.”

“And finally Shogo. What do you wish?”

You sigh, having finished setting up your own table. “The both of you come with me to Haioku. Bunch of magical girls there, who’d absolutely love to eat your food, even in a competition. Gordon, you’d be free to film it or whatever. Harriet, you’d get people appreciating your own food, which is probably delicious. And I don’t have to deal with two of the most powerful Witches trying to kill each other. Good?”

George nods. “Excellent. And tonight’s ingredient is...” he covers the bowl for a second, then removes his tail to reveal...an orange. “Any food is allowed, from dessert to main, but you can only make that one item. Begin.”

>Write In

To those watching, the cooking part is gonna end soon, and you'll get back to the much more action oriented Witch hunting. This is Magical Soldier Quest, after all.

>>39590121
For the desert I suggest a giant chocolate statue of Jormungander, in his snake form, eating a ship.

>>39590121
Pork pies

>>39590121
>This is Magical Soldier Quest, after all.
>Implying the kitchen is not just another battlefield.
>Write In
Something Florida-inspired. We DID just come from the American battlezone

>>39590221
>>39590225

Please include a recipe that uses oranges, so I can get an idea for it.

Please also roll 3d10.

>>39590121
implying we won't just be throwing delicious food items at witches, therefore converting them into our disciples of cooking

More seriously? What was our favorite dish as a little kid?

capcha that's a chicken sandwich not a burger

>>39590121
>This is Magical Soldier Quest, after all.
LIES! This is now a Cooking Quest!

>>39590221
We are only allowed one item. So it would be dessert only.

>>39590244
You fucking loved those chocolate oranges. Hmm...

Rolled 3, 3, 1 = 7 (3d10)

>>39590242
HERE I GO!

Rolled 1, 6, 9 = 16 (3d10)

>>39590277
Then let's do this.
for mom.

I really need to read all the way before I start posting.
>>39590277
Chocolate oranges it is then.
>>39590283
thank god he hasn't called for a roll yet.

>>39590225
The orange will be mixed and jellied to give it some sort of sweet tang.

>>39590315
>>39590283
Okay where'd the guy who usually rolls tens go?

Rolled 6, 8, 6 = 20 (3d10)

>>39590242
>>39590320
He did call for rolls though?

Rolled 4, 8, 2 = 14 (3d10)

>>39590366
damn, i really need to stop speed-reading.

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>>39590283
>>39590315

>>39590366
Hmm... The DCs are hidden, but this is your best yet. Come on, lurkers, come in with a roll.

Rolled 4, 7, 7 = 18 (3d10)

>>39590338
hot dogs on a bun are not a burger captcha

>>39590400
Can we do that mater absorbtion thing to improve our results? not to mention sue-chef apron?

Rolled 3, 8, 10 = 21 (3d10)

>>39590242
>>39590400

Fine.

>>39590121
Orange, eh? Hmm. Asian orange chicken is pretty good, but lacks finale kick.

I'll vote for Orange oatmeal date bars (though it's really more the juice than the oranges themselves).

What you do is preheat the oven (350-ish or so), and you get a basic oatmeal cookie dough worked up (or you can use store bought mix like the scrub I usually am). set it aside for now. Juice enough oranges for almost 2 cups of juice, combine it with about a cup and a half of dates in a pan and put them on the stove at medium heat for about five minutes, stirring here and there. Then lower the heat a little and stir in some brown sugar, let it cook for another 5 minutes. then take it off the eye and stir in some rough-cut nuts of your choice (pecans work).

Remember the dough? Mix that and quarter cup of melted butter into a bowl, then use that to make a pressed bottom layer in a pan (only use 2/3, 3/4 of it). then pour the orange date mix over that. then put the rest of the cookie dough on top. bake it up, let it cool, enjoy

>>39590425
You're a good person you know that?

>>39590425
Thanks anon!

>>39590424
All DCs have been lowered. Items are considered automatically equipped. DC would probably be 15 without those items.

>>39590453
mmm...but check out http://wannacomewith.com/2014/11/oatmeal-snickerdoodles/ she has another plain oatmeal recipe, but she's just great.

Writing in 5, agree with Anon above and we can get to it.

>>39590453
yeah backing.

In celebration of our return, what do you guys think of us working together with the cooks to make a giant dish that would make god cry.

>>39590121

You get to work. A large basket of oranges magick their way onto our table, the same as over on Gordon’s and Harriet’s. You start searching for other ingredients too, but quickly discover that what you want is always in the first place you look for them, so you repeatedly open the same drawer to grab the oatmeal, flour, sugar, eggs, butter, small bowl of salt, baking powder, dates, and pecans.

You start preparing by mixing the flour, salt, and baking powder together, and creaming the sugar and butter off to the side. Then you add the dry to the sugar and butter, and add the eggs and a dash of vanilla essence. With that, you move onto the oranges themselves.

After juicing enough oranges for three cups of orange juice (you knock back one of them), you put it all on the stove along with the dates, and add sugar as you go until it becomes almost like a syrup. You finally add in the pecans, and put it to the side.

Over a baking sheet, you spread out a single layer of the dough, dribbling the orange on top, then adding another layer of dough on top of that, and then a much more sporadic drizzle to use up the rest of the orange syrup. With that, you slam it in the pre-heated oven, and wait.

---

”This isn’t fair.”

“I’m inclined to agree, Gordon.”

Both of the other Witches are staring dispairingly at your creation. Harriet’s holding a plate filled with some rather delicious looking orange chicken and rice. Gordon seems to have some kind of orange and vanilla mouse that also looks fantastic.

Both are blatantly worse than your final creation, your Mona Lisa, your oatmeal and orange bars. Crisped to a perfect brown, so that the outside is crunchy and inside chewy, with the orange syrup adding a citrus flavor to the smoother sweetness of the dough, you’ve created something delicious.

George needs only to take a look before hitting a gong with the provided hammer. “Shogo wins! Bow before the Iron Witch!”

(1/2)

>>39590495
I'll certainly be bookmarking that site. Her
no-bake chocolate macaroons reminds me of something my mom used to fix when I was a kid, so I'll have to play with it sometimes.

>>39590811
I've said it before and I'll probably say it again.
Food. Jesus.

>>39590820
Enjoy it!

>>39590811

They both do, Gordon crying into the floor, Harriet staring numbly at you.

Finally, they get up again, Gordon wiping a few tears of her face. “Alright then, you win. What, do you take us back now?”

Eliza, who’s been standing off to the side and seems to have regained some of her sanity, approaches. “Correct. First, we need to shut down this Witchspace, because we’ve probably been here a while and the other Witches are getting worried. Harriet?”

Harriet nods. “Sure. The magic is disabled now, this entire place should collapse in ten minutes.”

“Wonderful. And where’s the gate?”

Harriet points to the side of the room, where a large pulsating hole in space waits. Soon enough, all of you have walked through, and find yourself standing above Chicago. Several helicopters are floating around you, and you spot the MTRT logo plastered on their sides and the helmets of the soldiers sitting inside them, training the side-mounted guns on you.

“This is MTRT-17! Identify yourselves!”

Eliza, happy to be back in a normal world, takes charge. “THIS IS MOTHERFUCKING ELIZAVETA, THE EM-GEE IN CHARGE OF YOUR SORRY ASS! POINT THAT GUN AWAY BEFORE I SHOVE IT UP WHERE THE SUN DON’T SHINE!”

---

Soon enough, all of you are back at Haioku, Apparently, you had spent an entire day within the Witchspace, and the Em-Gees back at the non-floating island spent the day figuring out how to make cereal and milk.

So Sue, Gordon, and Harriet are all looking incredibly terrified by the hordes of Em-Gees watching them.

“A-Are they always like this?” Sue whispers, her face pale.

“S-So many,” Harriet mutters.

“ALRIGHT, LINE THE FUCK UP IF YOU WANT SOME CHOW!” Gordon roars, jumping into the kitchen and starting to prepare a delicious lunch for the Em-Gees. The horde obeys, lining up, with the usual kitchen helpers reporting to Gordon.

>>39590951


“Looks like we don’t have to use you as our Chef anymore, Shogo,” Eliza observes, as the three Witches get to cooking. “Nice job, by the way.”

“Thanks, Eliza.” You smile. “So, when’s the next gate opening?”

Eliza goes pale. “There’s no way in hell I’m ever going with you through a gate, Shogo, not after that mess. I felt more confused than I had after seeing a Eugene Ionesco play. Thanks, but no thanks.”

You nod, and head over to Roland, who seems to be sitting in a dainty little chair, talking with the engineers. He looks up as you approach. “Oh, hey Shogo. Fun, right? Shame I didn’t get a chance to use the armor.”

>I’ll invite you on a more actiony one next time.
>You helped me in the `Murica zone!
>I feel scared that I just heard you mentioning Kaijus to the engineers, Roland.

>>39590973
>>I’ll invite you on a more actiony one next time.
>>You helped me in the `Murica zone!

>>39590973
>>I’ll invite you on a more actiony one next time.
>You helped me in the `Murica zone!

>>39590973
Whatever happened to the other em gee that went through the gate with us? She never said anything after Sue.

>>39590973
>>I’ll invite you on a more actiony one next time.

>>39590973
>I feel scared that I just heard you mentioning Kaijus to the engineers, Roland.
''Don''t be sad,''
>You helped me in the `Murica zone!
''But''
>I’ll invite you on a more actiony one next time.

>>I’ll invite you on a more actiony one next time.
>>You helped me in the `Murica zone!
>>I feel scared that I just heard you mentioning Kaijus to the engineers, Roland.
ALL THE THINGS!
also,
>start working on that aquarium.
>>39591024
oh yeah didn't we have the wind-blast chick with us?

>>39591024
>>39591038
...fuck.

>>39590973
>I feel scared that I just heard you mentioning Kaijus to the engineers, Roland.
Perhaps it's better that we not be near the blast radius when he _does_ get a chance to use it.

>>39590973
>You helped me in the `Murica zone!
So don't worry about it.
>I’ll invite you on a more actiony one next time.
>In the meantime, want to see if a few of the engineers are up for a game of 40k?

>>39591068
We have to go back for her!

>>39591068
>>39591024
Food coma. Roland carried her around.

>>39591068
I'm just choosing to assume she saw the shit we were about to pull and got out while she could.
>>39591101
that works to.

Alright, I just need to go for maybe half an hour to walk my dog, but should be back soon enough.

Chat about what you like about this quest, I guess.

>>39591068
>"Hey, do you get the feeling we're forgetting someone?"
>"...Oh crap."

>>39591115
She spontaneously manifested the ability to go invisible.

>>39591068
Alternatively
>Mission Debriefing
Alright Shogo so you mean to tell me that on your second mission you manged to lose an Em Gee?

Well, I'm sure she'll turn up eventually.

Archiving in case this disappears.
He just forgot about her guys, let's just assume she left before shit got to crazy.

Archived in case of bullshit.
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/39587212/

Or maybe she decided to help evacuate Jenna, the wheel chair lady, and the old lady from the dinner, preferring assisting like that in the background to being near the forefront of the insanity that we managed to get involved in.

>>39591395
All the old ladies were Harriet the main witch of that witchspace.

>>39591424
Oh, really? Huh. Well, never mind that idea, then.

so what do you guys think of us finding a suitable weapon to go with the kitchen knife?

>>39591826
not to mention we need to replace our ruined shotgun.

>>39591826
I don't follow we have the kitchen knife and the razor do we need more weapons than that?
>>39591857
As for the shotgun we could probably get the engineers to whip something up for us if we can get them away from Roland for a bit.

>>39591857
Perhaps it's about time to actually attach our old razor to something. Dual-wielding sounds like a cool idea.

>>39591890
oh god the engineers. You just know that they'll try to make us a warhammer gun.
>>39591925
exactly

>>39591826
I say we get a baster as our ranged weapon. We can channel Magic we aborbed into it for reloading. In a sense, it would allow an outlet for us so we can store excess to avoid over loading and then redirect it in a more compact form.

>>39591939
>You just know that they'll try to make us a warhammer gun.
Well yeah what could be better tan blasting down witches with a storm bolter for the emprah'?

>>39591987
Wait, I got it!
What about a shotgun using magic for propulsion? We could still use conventional ammo, and store any excess magic for later.

I'm making the assumption that it's possible to store magic in cartridges or similar, of course.

>>39590973
Back. Writing for FUCKING EVERYTHING.

Ask the engineers about Melta-guns, if you feel particularly suicidal

hey guys I just thought of something, if our absorbtion lets us take in matter, can we use it to kill enemies? It would probably be a fuckin PAINFUL way to die but I think it would work.

>>39592090
Directed nuclear explosions are FABULOUS!

>>39592081
That is pretty much what happens normally. Bullets are enchanted, usually made from dirt or pig iron and turned into something that actually kills with magic. You doing it would be no different. What you'd want would be direct magic>energy weapon, since magic>mass is still a bit difficult for anybody who doesn't have a related power Which you do, by the way.

>>39592095
Want to find out?

>>39592140
...kehehehehe

>>39592095
>>39592140
I for one would LOVE to find out.

>>39590973

“Well, you did help me in the `Murica zone,” you counter, “and I’ll invite you on a more action-packed one next time too, once the other two get their turn as well.”

You continue, “what really bothers me more than that is that I just heard you mention fucking Kaijus to the girls here. Are you fucking INSANE, Roland?”

Roland shrugs. “Well, Alice here has already started on building an ork-”

“WHAT THE FUCK ROLAND.”

“It’s just an-”

“A FUCKING ORK, ROLAND. The one fucking creature in the entire fucking universe which throws physics far out the window, which naturally obeys the only rule that compels Em-Gees, behind ‘If you believe hard enough, you can do anything!’. That’s the fucking creature you chose to bring into this world?”

Alice gulps. “W-well, Shogo, I-I’m only on the Eightieth version of it. I-If you want, I can probably dispose of him...”

You sigh. “Is it already alive? And breathing?”

“Ya, tha’s roight, Shogo. Oim alive n’ breevin’.”

>Give up all hope.
>Say hi.
>Write In.

>>Give up all hope.
>>Say hi.
>write-in
goddammit how long have you been standing there.

>>39592381
Sorry, got to drive someone somewhere. Be back in a bit.

>>39592330
>Give up all hope.
Magical Girls. No sense of right or wrong.
>Say hi.

>>39592330
>>Give up all hope

>>39592330
>...this is going to end up like a dakka-filled jurassic park, isn't it?

>>39592330
>Punch him in the schnozz te establish yer suhperiority.
>"Look 'ere ya git. I'll jes' say dis once so listen up roight gud: Don' feck up all the things we've got 'ere, and everything'll be roight as a krump, yeah?"

>>39592330
>>Give up all hope.
>>Say hi.
>>Write In.
"Do you promise to use the Dakka for the forces of Good?"

>>39592495
Haha, nice.

>>39592330

Writing with a pleasant mix of EVERYTHING

>>39592495
This.

>>39592330

Roight, tha’z fokkin’ it. Ya stan’ roight up an’ turn ta da Orky, grabbin’ `im by da nek an’ pullin’ `im in reel close. “Look 'ere ya git. I'll jes' say dis once so listen up roight gud: Don' feck up all the things we've got 'ere, and everything'll be roight as a krump, yeah?”

The Ork stares at you for a few seconds before finally laughing. “Roight as a krump. Yer a reel intimidatin’ hoomie, lemme tell ya dat.” the Ork steps back, saluting you. “Da name’s Mark Eighty, but Aliz there toldz me dat I can call meself Matey. So, ‘ere I am, Matey, reportin’ fa dootie!”

You turn back to the engineers, and Roland, who’s holding back a laugh. “Matey? That’s what you called him?”

Alice shrugs. “That’s what Roland said would be a good name.”

You sigh, and proceed to give up all hope. “Listen, just...for now, don’t create any more Orks. One is already too much for this world to handle.”

“Too much for dis world ta handle? Aww, ya’re roight charmin’, Shogo.”

You choose to ignore him. “Anyway, I have a favor of my own to ask for.”

The engineers pout. “You just told us to stop having one form of fun. What’s next? No Kaiju vs. Roland in a Jaeger?”

You don’t respond to the jab. “I actually need a weapon made.”

They perk up at that. “Oh, really? So you aren’t entirely fun hating! What do you need?”

You look between the engineers, Roland, and Matey for a bit, before sighing again and saying, “I need a gun that can work for me. My shotgun broke, and I need something else that can fit my fighting style, something like a...”

>another shotgun, except more dakka
>Meltagun
>an enhanced set of armor, with more magic, so I can punch and run even harder.

>>39592982
A full auto magic shotgun with an ammo reservoir, specialty shells and variable choke control.

>>39592982
>Meltagun
Epic suicide is epic.

>>39592982
>>another shotgun, except more dakka
But make sure It can have a meltagun mode it can convert into. Because there's no reason to not want BOTH.

>>39592982
>an enhanced set of armor, with more magic, so I can punch and run even harder.

>>39592982
>another shotgun, except more dakka

>>39592982
>another shotgun, except more dakka
Gotta keep that mobility up while still being able to avoid touchy the more icky witch types.

>>39593059
>>39593062
>>39593089
ALL THE THINGS
really artemis you should have seen this coming.

>>39592982
>Write In
>a Melta-Shotgun that can attach and travel with my armor, but can be taken off for an exponential increase in Dakka.
>Oh yeah, and have it incorporate my Razor and Kitchen Knife into a dual-blade Bayonet Mode for maximum slicing action at melted range.
Then, as a joke:
>Can you give it cupholders, too?

>>39592982
>>another shotgun, except more dakka

>>39593137
>melted range
Should be melee range.

>>39593137
noice. Throw in improvements to the armor and I back this.

>>39593124
There's a reason that I'm doing it like this.

>>39593137
Will write for this and show you why.

>>39593137
The kitchen knife needs to be detachable so we can use it for cooking.

Upgrades for armor
1: retractable hand-knife, just in case someone gets so close we can't use the bayonett on the melta
2: Airjump boots, boots with rockets that can be activated in mid-air effectivly giving us a double-jump
3: headcannon. A small rapid-firing gun that deploys from the side of the mask, fired through brain commands
4: Combat H.U.D. with some sort of friendly-foe monitor.
5: A short, badass, cape.
6: filter mask
7: deploy-able dutch oven

>>39592982
"You guys ever hear of a game called Warframe?"

>>39593409
That can come later, for now we need personal arms and power armor, not kaiju-killers.

>>39593354
ಠ_ಠ
ಠ‿ಠ

>>39592982

“...Melta-Shotgun that can attach and travel with my armor, but can be taken off for an increase in dakka if necessary, and also incorporate my razor blade and Chef Knife for a dual-blade Bayonet for maximum slicing action at melted range, maybe some cupholders...”

At this point you notice that all of them are currently on the floor whimpering in ecstasy. There are noticeable wet spots on the engineers. Roland himself is listening with wide eyes, still watching you.

“...That’s incredibly weird. Why are you doing this?”

One of the engineers gets up, looking extremely hot and bothered. “W-Well, I d-didn’t know you were s-so enthusiastic,” she mutters, then coughs and looks directly at you. “Well, there are a few reasons we can’t do something like that. One is, there are only five Em-Gees here who’d call themselves an engineer, which is why we haven’t built more Orks, apart from that he could probably reproduce on his own if he wanted to.”

Matey grins at this, and Alice rushes on, “So yeah, we can only take on one at a time. M-Maybe another time we’d be willing to do that w-with you.”

You nod, and think for a few seconds, before saying, “Alright, how about a plain old shotgun? With more dakka,” you amend, seeing the slightly disappointed faces of the Em-Gees. “And maybe with a system so if I get access to magic, I can continue to enchant the shells within so they can be even better?”

The Em-Gees nod happily. “Sure, we can do that for you!”

Matey grins, and salutes you. “Can’t wait ta ded sum Witches witcha, Shogo!”

You nod, and turn to Roland. “Anyway, I figure I should drop you off at home before Robin and Ida attempt to raid Haioku to get you back.”

Roland nods. “Sure. But I can’t help but feel we’re forgetting something...”

You both think for a moment, before shrugging. “Probably nothing. Let’s go!”

(1/2)

>>39593506


---

Not too long later, you’ve finally landed in front of the MTRT building, with Alice offering you a ride in her helicopter. She neglected to mention the helicopter was powered by love and kindness, and you almost crashed when you shouted at her for criminal negligence of telling people what the fuck is happening.

When you finally arrive, you stumble out, retching slightly.

“How attractive.”

You look up to see Robin, wearing her usual look of thick scout trousers and black tank top, along with her glasses that go on her face when the battlefield HUD leaves it.

>Say hi
>I brought gifts (you may have something from Cookingspace
>Write In.

>>39593354
Your current set of armor can do that by creating a magical platform underneath you to jump on if you've seen Kaleid Liner, you may know what I'm talking about

Also, between yesterday and today, over ten thousand words. Probably over twenty or thirty from all the threads. Fucking insane, and I did NaNoWriMo!

>>Say hi
shit is it cannon that we left wind-blasts behind?
RESCUE MISSION IT IS THEN

speaking of which we need to build that aquarium

>>39593595
George is chilling around your neck right now.

>>39593532
>>I brought gifts (you may have something from Cookingspace
Master crafted artificer cookies.

>>39593595
The faster, the better.

>>39593610
>introduce Robin to jormungander the serpent of doom.

>>39593532
>Say Hi.
>I brought gifts (you may have something from Cookingspace
>We brought our extra oatmeal and orange bars. They still look and taste just as divine as they did earlier.

>>39593618
>>39593682
Writin.

>>39593532

You smile at her, wiping away your mouth with your arm. “Nice to see you too, Robin. In fact, I bring gifts!”

Robin seems unconvinced. “Really. Because it’s been four or five days since we’ve seen you last, and we haven’t heard a peep except from Roland, the lucky bastard.”

You grin shamelessly, pulling out the orange oatmeal bars. “Perhaps these can change your mind?”

She stares at the snacks which glisten incandescently. “Those...don’t look like they’re that healthy.”

Your grin gets wider. “Not even close.”

“I’ll take a few, then.” she grabs four from the tray you had kept them on, quickly biting into one and holding in a moan of delight. “Wow. Props to you, if you got this much better since I last saw you, I’ll call it worth it.”

Roland climbs out of the helicopter, walking over and clapping a hand down on your shoulder. He’s still wearing his own armor, and if you weren’t wearing yours you’re sure your shoulder would be broken now. “Yep, he got real good,” Roland declares, “fought a whole bunch of Witches and won handily.”

Robin looks at you impressed, now on the third bar. “Impressive. First you kill one witch, and if that isn’t an accomplishment, you’re now calling them by ‘bunches’? I’m afraid you may be consumed by hubris, Shogo.”

You laugh. “It ain’t hubris if I’m right, Robin.”

“Fair enough. Anyway, Ida’s inside, probably reading. Fancy joining us for dinner or something?”

“...But Roland and I are the only ones who ever make dinner.”

Robin’s smile gets a little more fake-looking. “We highly suggest you joining us for dinner, Shogo.”

>Join them for dinner
>I’ve got Em-Gees to prevent from creating Kaiju...see you around!
>Write In.

Didn't George say he had something to help us once we get back?

>>39593958
>Join them for dinner
You owe me a massage after this.

>>39593973
Indeed he did.

>>39593958
>>Join them for dinner
...yeah i'm getting a murder vibe if we don't agree

>>39593958
>Join them for dinner
>Do not make dinner, you are a guest now.

>>39594007
dude, and be forced to eat sub-par cooking?

>>39594028
All food is delicious.

>>39594038
But not all cooking can be given the mercy of being called "food".

>>39593958
>Join them for dinner
>Well, as long as you guys didn't touch the Spice Rack...
This Spice Rack is an entirely different entity from The Spice Rack. For one thing, it's only been used by Shogo and Roland.[/spoiler{

>>39594052
That is demonstrably wrong.

>>39594081
When my father was in college he actually managed to burn salad.
explain that.

>>39594104
Did he try to fry it?

...damn i'm actually starting to worry about wind-blasts, didn't the witchspace we left collapse? Is she just lost in a nightmare realm? If so we need to rescue her fast.

>>39594165
I have a plan for your little wind-blasts.

Writing for joining for dinner.

>>39593958
>I’ve got Em-Gees to prevent from creating Kaiju...see you around!

>>39594194
Oh god she's going to have gone insane and we're gonna have to fight her, shitshitshitshitshit.

>>39593958

“Uh, I think I’ll do the smart thing,” you respond, following Robin inside.

“Good choice.”

---

”Shogo! Great to see you!” Ida welcomes you with a hug and immediately starts dragging you to the kitchen. “Roland’s good, but not as good as you. Oh, no offense, Roland.”

Roland mumbles, “offense taken,” before collapsing on a chair along with Alice, who looks a little out of place in the MTRT lounge. A few of the soldiers sitting around are looking at her curiously.

That is, until Roland unfolds a large table with squares set up, and one of those soldiers comes over with a bag and starts unpacking some minis. At this, Alice sits forward a little bit and watches with rapt attention.

Finally, you’re completely in the kitchen, where Ida is regaling you with tales of the past four days.

“And after we did fuck all, the decided maybe we should do some fuck all as well.” Ida sighs, leaning against the counter. “Seriously, it’s boring without you around. Roland just plays with his Soldier dolls, and I’m sure that half the time Robin’s HUD is just her smut library. Would explain why she’s constantly out of breath in battle.”

You nod. “Nice to hear someone wants me, though I’ve been Food Jesus for a bunch of Em-Gees the past few days.”

Ida frowns. “About that. I heard more about your Absorbing powers. How exactly does that work?”

You set down the Chef Knife and turn to her. “It’s like, I take any magic coming my way in, and then redirect it.”

George speaks up. “Actually, that’s what I want to talk to you about, Shogo.”

Ida looks up at the new voice. “Uh, are talking scarves a normal thing for Em-Gees?”

George uncoils from your neck, sliding down to the floor. “No, they’re not. I am George, or Jormungandr. Shogo is my familiar, as I am his.”

Ida nods. “Oh, of course. Completely sensible.” she proceeds to faint.

(1/2)

so. First prority, finding and rescuing wind-blasts
second priority, build that damn aquarium

>>39594445

You sigh. “Unnecessary. She’s not a big fan of snakes.”

George chuckles dryly. “I was aware. Anyway, this is important. Shogo, remember how you converted the mass of Joto’s food into magic, and then put it in your food?”

“Uh...yeah?”

George continues, “You see, that’s what you need to learn. You took the mass of that sushi, and converted it to your sashimi. They weren’t necessarily the same molecules or even elements, yet you did it. So I must ask, why can’t you do that with magic?”

“I...don’t know.”

“Here, have a go.” George starts scrawling a magical circle on the floor, then taps it till it comes alive with a dark purple light. “Absorb the light, then change it so it becomes another color.”

>roll 3d10. Minor 4, major 7.
>Try with matter instead. Roll 3d10. Minor 6, major hidden.
>...Can I just make dinner?

Rolled 3, 2, 10 = 15 (3d10)

>>39594467

>>39594497
Don't forget to specify which one.

Rolled 7, 8, 10 = 25 (3d10)

>>39594467
>>roll 3d10. Minor 4, major 7.
How badly can I do?

Rolled 4, 10, 4 = 18 (3d10)

>>39594467
>roll 3d10. Minor 4, major 7.

Rolled 4, 7, 5 = 16 (3d10)

>>39594467
>roll 3d10. Minor 4, major 7.

Rolled 8, 2, 10 = 20 (3d10)

>>39594467

>>39594518
I think I broke the DC!

>>39594518
...can this be the matter one?

>>39594518
Hey I actually rolled well for once!

>>39594537
If spectral decides to be matter, then you can go with either, since the highest rolls are 8 and 10 for either.

>>39594574
>>>39594518 (You)
>Hey I actually rolled well for once!
>staring intensifies.

>>39594577
I recommend
>>39594537
for magic
>>39594518
for matter.

>>39594652
Can't do both this time.

>>39594639
What are you doing?

>>39594675
Saying that those are two different anons.

Just go with magic already.

>>39594652
Again, third rolls don't count unless it's a triple.

>>39594652
Nah, sadly >>39594518 was clearly for light, based on the DC listings.

>>39594577
I'm sticking to magic at this time.

>>39594754
Alright, going with magic. You managed to succeed, anyway.

Writing.

>>39587449
Because Food Jesus.

alright, got the pizza ordered.
>>39594905
>>39594766
Glad to see the identity thing is caching on

>>39594467

You sit down near the circle, rolling Ida out the way to make some room. Then, under George’s instruction, you set your hands on the circle, and feel for the magic. Soon enough you have it, and you start to pull it in. But...you can’t change it. It feels rigid.

George frowns. “I know why. Hold on, this is gonna hurt.” And a needle made of magic appears in the air, and stabs down into your chest.

You gasp, as you feel your magical core suddenly crack, the outer shell protecting it opening, and the magic quickly runs through it, and you feel it turning, trying to start, the energy pushing it to finally turn on...

And slowly, ever so slowly, it fades again. But this time, you feel the magic feels smooth, now. It’s malleable. The majority of it is gathered within your core, so inside you change it, finding the marker that designates it as purple, and changing it to a vibrant yellow, before letting the magic flow back out into the circle. Not all of it, though.

“Interesting,” George observes, as the magic flows back. “You’re holding on. Is it stable?”

“...Yes,” you respond, as the magic within you calms and rests, like water in a reservoir. “I’m not holding onto all I can, but I have it.”

>Congrats! You can now store and transform magic! You currently have 4/10 Magicks stored!

“So, what’s next-” the door to the kitchen bursts open, as Eliza appears, horror in her eyes.

“Maggy,” Eliza breathes heavily, “we can’t find her!”

---

End of the thread for the night, guys, since I've got work to catch up on and I feel like we got a lot accomplished today. Ton of fun running again.

Twitter: https://twitter.com/artemisQM
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Out of curiosity, will the archive you made, writeinfag, continue to update till thread dies?
Pastebin: http://pastebin.com/u/ArtemisQM

Will answer questions on Lore or what have you till the thread dies.

>>39594905
Hi Quesadillanon!

>>39595000
Errr...Maggy is the angry bitchy one right?

Or is that Marie?

>>39595000
>Out of curiosity, will the archive you made, writeinfag, continue to update till thread dies?
fuck if I know, I'm not used to archiving, let me check.

>>39595049
Maggy is Miss Windblast.

>>39595049
Maggy is Wind Blasts.

Marie, the bitch, is the bitch.

>>39595065
Yeah, it is.

>>39595000
>>39595065
yes. yes it will.

>>39595077
>>39595079
Damn it, I liked Maggy.

>>39595101
don't worry anon. we shall rescue her.
and this time Roland should get some use out of his battle armor.

>>39595101
No worries, Marie will eventually get her karma back.

>>39595130
Thanks for running, Arte!

>>39595129
Hopefully.

>>39595130
Hope so. I'm on the fence about even wanting to redeem her at this point.

Also, thanks for running dude.

>>39595154
No problem mate! Happy to be here! Ton of fun!

>>39590811
>orange and vanilla mouse
Witches, everyone!

I kid, I kid. Nevertheless, the word you're looking for is "mousse".

>>39595164
I'll tell you that she's past redeeming. Not that it matters

>>39595182
Fuck, I thought I spelt it correctly. Unless I meant mouse

>>39595164
dude, if we redeem her, she has to ADMIT SHE WAS WRONG. THAT if nothing else is worth it.
>>39595182
HA! didn't catch that.

>>39595201
Well that sucks. I don't wanna kill her though.

>>39595205
People like her don't admit they're wrong.

>>39595201
>I'll tell you that she's past redeeming
Sounds more like a challenge to me.

for anyone interested, here's my theme song
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4z8GK-Ikwbo
>>39595262
Not YET they don't.

>>39595281
no challenge is to much challenge for Shogo, FOOD JESUS!

>>39593137
...kitchen knife.

Why would you turn a perfectly serviceable kitchen knife, a tool for cooking, into a weapon for shoving into people's nasty insides? To quote the TF2 Medic, "it's filthy in there".

>>39595309
The kitchen knife is as sharp as the razor blade, which can cut through effing steel.
besides we know how to clean a knife.

>>39595282
Some people are irredeemable.

>>39595201
>Unless I meant mouse
Well, there's no way for us mere mortals to know, is there?

>>39595201
Hew when we get to dryer warmer environment is George a snake? Eels don't do well in dry warm places.

>>39595688
Yep, he's free to change whenever.

>>39595800
So we need to warn the mgs not to annoy him too much then.

SUDDENLY WORLD SERPENT! cause he got annoyed would be bad for everyone.

>>39595839
But think about it. You are friends with 82 magical girls on the island, Gordon, Harriet, and Sue, George, Roland, a motherfucking Ork, and the budget of the MTRT. The final battle will be quite fun.

>>39595839
...oh my god. Us, standing atop jormungander, fighting a kaiju.

...Can we build george a robot that he can control while in small-form?

I just got back after having pointed out the fact that maggy wasn't present for most of this part and I am very interested to see what chaos I have wrought.

>>39596182
Oh, you have no idea.