>>40393217
You set down a broken bottle, and kick a nearby can across the junkyard, landing about a hundred meters away. Perfectly upright. You're not exactly sure how you did that, but when you look behind you to see Robbie and Ted shaking their heads. "I thought you wanted to test yourself, not show off." You nod to Robbie, and take a step back. "A little of both. Someone get their phones. I figure this is about a hundred meters, across the whole yard. Watching behind you, both of of them prepared. Ted behind you starts. "Three, two, one, go!"

The first step that you kick into the dirt with sends you flying forward, and you're already a quarter of the way there before you touch down again with the next step. It's pretty hard to not go vertically, and it makes it look more like a high speed skip as you take three more steps to cross the can that you kicked. Looking back, you give your friends a thumbs up, and call out. "How was that??"

Robbie holds up his phone, and they both yell in response. "5.6 Seconds!"

Shit. That's fast. You sprint back over to them, skidding to a stop and throwing up dust. Robbie takes off his hat and waves it around to blow it away to keep the dust out of his beer, while Ted coughs harshly before pulling a cigarette and a lighter out of his jacket pocket.

>A. Time to see how strong I am now.
>B. You guys remember what I did in that game of pool a few minutes ago? Let's see how crazy I can get with that.
>C. Hand me a cigarette, Ted.
>D. Grab me a beer, Robbie.
>E. Write-in

>>40393227
>A. Time to see how strong I am now.

>>40393301

You look around briefly, thinking of what would be a good test of your physical strength. The junkyard is filled with lots of scrap metal and equipment, but the thing that sticks out most clearly to you is a terribly rusted sedan that's falling apart. You look back at your friends and smirk, before slowly walking over to it. Ted pulls out his phone, and starts recording. "I'm gonna show this one to my grandkids. My friend Duncan the super hero. That'll be some shit."

You crack your knuckles and start stretching your body, bending every which way so that you don't injure yourself. There's no real way of telling what sort of limit you have at the moment, so it's better safe than sorry. You kneel down and grip the rusted metal, preparing to lift it. When you start to slowly lift your legs off the ground, you find the weight of the ton of metal easily within your range. It's nothing that you can't handle, and when your legs are extended fully, you toss it up ever so slightly and flip your wrists the other way, so that now you can push it up with your arms.

Extending your arms slowly, you walk forward until you're directly under the vehicle. With one final push, you exert all your strength so that the metal flips backwards and the car is completely upturned. You turn around, and hold your arms out and bow as if waiting for applause from a crowd. You stand back up and make your way over to your friends. "That wasn't too bad. I could lift more, but I'm not sure how much.

>A. Alright guys, I'm going to head home and look into this Devil Hunting business.
>B. Before we go, I want to show off a little more.
>C. Write-In

>>40393612
>A. Alright guys, I'm going to head home and look into this Devil Hunting business.

>>40393612
>>B. Before we go, I want to show off a little more.

>>40393612
>B. Before we go, I want to show off a little more.

>>40393612
>A. Alright guys, I'm going to head home and look into this Devil Hunting business.
>C. Write-in
>Don't get memory-wiped or killed out there. You know the saying about healthy paranoia.

>>40393646
>>40393670
>>40393639
>>40393838

"We've got a good idea of what I can do now. But, before we go, let's push it a little further. Shall we?" Robbie and Ted look at each other before looking back at you. You look around the yard for something to play with, before finding a metal pipe and another rusted can. Time to put all of these abilities to a real test. Robbie steps up, taking a sip from his drink and watching you quizzically. "What are you gonna do, see how far you can hit it? The thing'll probably just get destroyed." You shake your head, and chuckle. "Not quite."

You toss the can a few feet into the air, before striking a swinging position as if you were playing baseball. You strike it with perfect timing as it falls, not quite putting all of your strength into it. The can careens over to where you had thrown the first one in a high arc, and you kick off in an explosion of dust to race off to the landing site.

You approach, skidding to a stop. You swing your leg forward and kick it back just as you stop, knocking the first can into the air just as the first comes down. You spin and strike the can that you had hit with the pipe back over to Ted and Robbie, and you cup your hand over your eyes to prevent the sun from blocking your vision. You hear two soft clinks, and smile ever so slightly. Perfect aim. You calmly walk over to Robbie, who's staring down at his beer, stunned.

On top of it, are two metal cans stacked on top of each other. The one on top is bent from the impact of the pipe. You smack the cans off, and chuckle. "Alright guys, I'm heading home. Gonna look into this Devil Hunting business. Try not to get killed out there. Who knows what could happen when you associate with someone like me, hahaha!"

Ted blinks. "But don't you need a ride back to the motel? Your bike's there."

You walk over to the road, and take a runner's position. "Tell you what. I'll race you."

Cont.

>>40393941
You race off in a mad sprint, a black and gray blur that is out of sight before Ted can even get in the driver seat of his car. You arrive at the motel minutes later, thankfully no one outside to see you as you approach your bike. You suddenly realize that you're walking on bare concrete, and when you look down, your work boots are absolutely destroyed. The only thing remaining of them are the bit holding the laces together around your ankle. "Hmm. Guess I shouldn't make a habit of travelling on foot, then. I was worried my bike had just become useless. Need new boots now though.."

You hop onto your machine, neglecting to put on the helmet as you feel rather confident. Even if you did crash, it would probably just look really cool. You race down the road when the engine roars, looking behind you just in time to see Robbie and Ted pulling into the motel. You make it home not long after. You get set up, pulling your laptop out from between your mattress (only reason the junkies didn't get it) and taking your phone out of your pocket. Ted sent you the videos he took, and you begin setting up a website for which to receive Devil Hunting jobs. Honestly, you're a bit afraid of putting up videos of this stuff on the internet. But how else are people going to know that you're the real deal? People who know about devils and stuff will probably think it's real, while those who don't will just call it fake. Skepticism is the perfect cover, you suppose.

At first, the only sort of comments you get are people making fun of you or calling bullshit. Not really surprising. If anything, that's sort of good. You're feeling rather disheartened as the night goes on and you don't get a single real job, but when you return from work after the next day, you're surprised to find three new messages.

Each of them pertaining to a job. With real devils. Maybe. Which one do you want to look at?

Cont.

>>40394095

>A.Remote rural town seeking help. Unexplained string of forest murders raise superstition of Banshee.
>B.Military request. Rescue mission for strange sickness taking over fair sized rural town.
>C.Remote Canadian town requesting investigation for numerous missing persons and gruesome murders. Animals suspected, although locals say otherwise.

>>40394112
>>A.Remote rural town seeking help. Unexplained string of forest murders raise superstition of Banshee.

also dont forget to archive you forgot to do so last thread

>>40394112
>all of them
We're superhuman, what could possibly go wrong?

>>40394095
>B.Military request. Rescue mission for strange sickness taking over fair sized rural town.
Sweet sweet government pay

>>40394156
I got it, don't worry.

>>40394157
Gotta pick one. Each one is in a different location. You'll be able to do them all, you're just picking which one is first right now.

>>40394157
>>40394173
>B.Military request. Rescue mission for strange sickness taking over fair sized rural town.
Sounds more urgent than the other two

>>40394112
>A.Remote rural town seeking help. Unexplained string of forest murders raise superstition of Banshee.

i wonder are we gonna get our own sword since Dante has rebellion and Nero has what that rev-sword or Yamato.

>>40394156
>>40394169
>>40394207
>>40394280
Opening votes again for 5 minutes, need a tiebreaker. Keep in mind you won't miss out on anything either option has to offer if you pick one over the other.

>>40394326
>>B.Military request. Rescue mission for strange sickness taking over fair sized rural town.

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>>40394281
You will be able to acquire various Devil Arms over the course of the quest.

>>40394403
you have no idea how motivated i am.

>>40394169
>>40394207
>>40394356
Voting closed. Starting update now

>>40394462
You open the message pertaining to a military request. Sounds pretty serious if the military are contacting you and not trying to abduct you just for posting these videos. Maybe they know about someone else that can do stuff like you. Maybe there are a LOT of people who can do stuff like you. I mean, you've read a comic book before. If one person in the world has crazy powers, that immediately makes it a lot more likely that there are more people out there with the same.

The message reads. "Requesting mercenary assistance with search and rescue mission in rural New England town. Meet us at our base of operations outside the city limits of Harperburg for a full debriefing and discussion of payment plan. This case is highly sensitive, anyone who declines the mission once debriefed will be forcibly detained."

Huh. Sounds intense. You decide on this one, and begin packing for the trip. You pack a backpack full of a change of clothes, and strap on some new boots for the journey. You're mostly interested in what sort of lucrative pay the military can offer you, and why the hell a search and rescue mission is being done in New England. You didn't hear about any disasters on the news. Either way, the next day, you tell your friends that you're preparing to set off, when you get a text from Robbie. "Before you go, stop by my place."

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>>40394627

You drive over to your friend's house, and he approaches you from the front door carrying a bible. He hands it to you, crossing his arms. You raise an eyebrow. "I appreciate it, but I think I coulda found one of these in the motel I'm staying at. What's up, Robbie?" He shakes his head, and frowns. "Just open it up, jackass."

You open the Bible to find that the pages within have been cut out and glued together, perfectly sitting inside is a rather fancy custom Colt .45 military issue sidearm. You look up at Robbie. "It was my dad's. He had it all tricked out after he got back from Vietnam, and became a Priest. I figure maybe it'll be extra good at killing Demons, ya' know?"

You smile, and pat your buddy on the shoulder. "Thanks man. Well, I'm off. Catch ya' later."

With that, you race off to New England.

Cont.

>>40394641
You arrive outside of Harpersburg, seeing the lights of military activity in the distance. It's just now reaching dusk, and there's a cool mist spread along the grown as your bike slowly pulls into the camp. You had to pass several checkpoints, but when they saw your white hair and getup the guards immediately pegged you as the Demon Hunter that they had hired. From what you can gather, every road into the town is completely blocked. The tents around you have personnel moving in and out constantly, and you're directed to the largest tent by a man in a black suit with sunglasses. It's all very quick and clean, and you're rushed in the CO's tent before you can even ask any questions.

A man in a black suit is standing at a desk with various files, and a suitcase on top of it. He smiles as he sees you approach. "Ah, Duncan. Glad that you accepted our call. The videos you posted where very interesting. What's even more interesting is that you've accepted our call, despite the knowledge that if you were to back down you would be detained. No military history, no apparent training, not even an extraordinary highschool athlete. No records at all except for constantly being shuffled from home to home. I hope my trust isn't misplaced when I believe that you're an exceptional individual."

>A. Oh, I'm exceptional alright.
>B. I'm just a guy doing what he thinks is right.
>C. Cut to the chase. Why am I hear, and what's this operation all about?
>D. Write-in

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>>40394744
>why am I hear

typo game is redonkulous

>>40394744
>A. Oh, I'm exceptional alright.

>>40394744
>>B. I'm just a guy doing what he thinks is right.

im also calling that gun the "Righteous Priest"

>>40394744
>D: Let's talk about what I'm doing, and how much I'll be getting.

>>40394744
>B. I'm just a guy doing what he thinks is right.

>>40394744
>A. Oh, I'm exceptional alright.

>>40394992
>>40394814
>>40394821
>>40394898
>>40394916
You shrug."Oh, I'm exceptional alright. But in the end I'm just a guy doing what I think is right." The man nods before responding. "Well, as long as what you think is right coincides with what we think is right, you should have no problems following orders. You're going to be temporarily under our control for this mission, so we don't want you doing anything crazy." You figured it would be like that. It's the military, after all. You lean forward on his desk. "Well, our opinions might not line up then. Maybe you could persuade me in that aspect. Tell me what I am doing, and how much I'm gonna get paid for it. Then we'll see."

He opens op the suitcase, and inside are stacks of money. All hundred dollar bills. It's a lot of cheddar, and you don't need to count to know that it's more than you would make in a year. In five years. You stand back up fully, and cross your arms. "Well, I think it's safe to say that you've got my attention." The man smiles. "Good, that's all I ask. Now what I'm going to tell you might sound crazy, it might even go against everything you believe. But again, with the videos you posted, and if you're legit, it shouldn't surprise you all too much."

>>40395152

You notice some loud moaning in the distance, just as the man opens up a manila folder. Pictures of dead bodies. Except, they're walking around. Huh. Not every day you see something like that. He continues to speak. "Maybe now you understand the scope of this infection we're dealing with. We need you to go in and search for any survivors and bring them out, but additionally, destroy whatever the source of this infection is. We've had numerous teams go in only for communication to be cut off completely. Think you can handle it? There were several thousand people in this town, gun toting rednecks who were probably praying for something like this until it actually happened. We're sure there are people alive, but we've had to keep quarantine so that this infection doesn't spread."

>A. Yeah, I'll handle it. See ya soon, boss.
>B. I might need a little help with this. Thousands of zombies?
>C. Got any idea where the survivors might be?
>D. Got any idea what the source is?
>E. Write-in

>>40395174
>>C. Got any idea where the survivors might be?

>>40395174
>E: Will you be providing any weapons or information to help me out?

>>40395174
>A. Yeah, I'll handle it. See ya soon, boss.

>>40395174
>E. I'll need some equipment for this. If we're dealing with zombies, I'd rather not get bitten or something and you'd rather not have an infected person of amazing agility out in the running.
>A. Yeah, I'll handle it. See ya soon, boss.

>>40395174
>A. Yeah, I'll handle it. See ya soon, boss
>but I would like a weapon, don't think the .45 will be able to handle this on it own
Does our gun have infinite ammo like the DMC games?

>>40395198
>>40395233
>>40395235
>>40395330
>>40395372
You scratch your chin and prepare to walk off, before whipping around. "Before I go, I've got a couple questions. Will you be providing me with any additional weapons, or information?" The man shakes his head. "We were hoping that you would bring your own equipment. We can't really give you anything. If your body is found in the town after clean up, then we're going to have to explain how a man with no military connections who isn't from the town got the equipment. You'll have to go in with what you have. But with your abilities, that shouldn't really be a problem, right?"

He smirks, clearly trying to play on your sense of bravado. You nod slowly, even if you feel a little unsure about that. "Right, right. What about the survivors? Got any idea where they'll be located?" He shakes his head. "The only thing we have is rumors about the church being defended. But you have to understand, we're mostly in the dark here. The teams that were supposed to find things like this out got completely wiped out in hours. Good luck, kid. You'll need it."

"I'll handle it. See ya soon, boss."

You're led out of the tent and in front of a metal barricade which holds the town in. You're told that they'll let you in the gate after a few minutes of waiting, but your impatience urges you on. You grab your Colt from the backpack and rush forward, leaping over the metal wall with ease and landing in the desolate town.

You look up, and see a sea of dead bodies, all moaning and wandering about aimlessly. A few of them turn their heads towards you, and soon, they all start slowly approaching your direction. What to do first?

>>40395514

>A. Try and find the survivors. Head towards the church. This is the most urgent issue and your main objective, afterall.
>B. Clear some room. Try and kill off some of these zombies. Fire your Colt.
>C. Look for the source of the infection. The moaning is loudest in one direction. It might help save some survivors if you can take care of this.
>D. Write-in

>>40395534
>>A. Try and find the survivors. Head towards the church. This is the most urgent issue and your main objective, afterall.

>>40395534
>A. Try and find the survivors. Head towards the church. This is the most urgent issue and your main objective, afterall.

>>40395534
>A. Try and find the survivors. Head towards the church. This is the most urgent issue and your main objective, afterall.

>>40395571
>>40395578
>>40395584
You immediately decide that the survivors are the main concern here, and so you head off down main street to look around for the Church. You save the bullets that are loaded into your gun, deciding to simply leap forward and use the head of each zombie as a stepping stone as you race around town. This makes travelling pretty trivial, and if it wasn't for the smell, you'd be enjoying yourself. It doesn't take you long at all to find a church on top of a hill with boarded up windows and doors, and Zombies all around it bashing into it mercilessly.

You jump forward until you hop down from the sea of zombies and head up the hill. How do you want to clear the zombies out of the way?

>A. Use your gun to clear them all out from the main door.
>B. Take them all on with your gun.
>C. Use your fists to beat them away from the main door.
>D. Take them all on with your fists.
>E. Write-in

>>40395713
>>E. Write-in
rip out a street sign and clear all the zombies

>>40395713
>C. Use your fists to beat them away from the main door.

>>40395785
Voting for streetsign-axe

>>40395785
this, if no street sign just find something to bash with that won't run the risk of us getting bit

>>40395713
this>>40395785

that feel after you post your idea and you go to do some work around you house and the people love it

>>40395785
This

>>40395785
>>40395809
>>40395836
>>40395839
You ponder how to solve this conundrum of yours before looking to the left, and seeing a rather convenient stop sign. You calmly walk over to it and pluck it out of the ground like a flower, with a single hand. You start marching up the hill until you're a few feet away from the Zombies, who are breaking through the meager defenses currently. Inside the building you can hear morbid sobbing, and shotgun shells being fired off every time a Zombie sticks it's head in an opening. You chuckle, and plant the sign firmly in front of you so that the words STOP are facing the undead.

"Hey! Haven't you bozos ever heard of holy ground!?" Inside the church, you hear someone exclaim. "Who the fuck is that?"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ApWAqhsu5EY

The zombies all around the church turn to face you, and you start walking forward wielding the sign with both hands. The moaning intensifies as they crawl towards you. The people inside yell again. "What the fuck is going!? They're just walking away!" You chuckle at their confusion, a little bit proud of it. You heft your weapon over your head, and slam it down as a Zombie lurches towards you. The STOP portion of the sign completely flattens it, and black blood and gore spills out all from the sides like a squished bug.

This is gonna be fun.

Cont.

>>40395989
More start to shuffle towards you, but you lift your makeshift weapon back up and start swinging it from side to side, the metal edge of the stop sign cleanly cutting their bodies in half with little effort. The edges of it start to bend and crinkle from the impact, but even still, the blunted weapon tears through their bodies with your sheer strength. People inside the Church yell out once more, someone apparently having come to a window to watch. "SHIT ON TOAST! There's a kid out there with a stop sign cleaning 'em up!"

You cut down the invading horde with your weapon until the metal of it is so battered and crumpled that it's more of a long, crude bent up pipe than anything. You look back just as you're finishing off the zombies around the church, to see that the sea along the main road has now turned it's attention to all the noise. Fantastic. You spear a zombie through the head with the sign and plant it in the ground, the bent metal barely reading STOP on the path up to the church. You walk forward towards the main doors, stomping on zombie heads as you do so, covered in gore. Someone inside yells. "He's coming this way!"

You kick open the doors, and what you see is a raggedy group of about a dozen people, three or four of them with guns, huddled on the far end of the room looking at you terrified. What should you say?

>A. The cavalry has arrived, folks.
>B. Which one of you ordered a pizza?
>C. Am I too late for the evening congregation?
>D. I'm military. Let's get you folks out of here.
>E. Write-in

>>40396079
>C. Am I too late for the evening congregation?

>>40396079
>A. The cavalry has arrived, folks.

>>40396079
>A. The cavalry has arrived, folks.

>>40396079
>C. Am I too late for the evening congregation?

>>40396079
>>C. Am I too late for the evening congregation?

>>40396079
>C. Am I too late for the evening congregation?

>>40396107
>>40396119
>>40396136
>>40396137
>>40396155
>>40396160
You hold out your hands for a seconds, before letting them flop to your sides. You smile. "Am I too late for the evening congregation?" Everyone in the room looks at each other slowly, while the men holding their guns at you shake harshly. One of them, with a large brown beard, asks the question that everyone is wondering. "W-what the fuck are you?"

You look behind you, seeing the zombies coming up the hill. You know that you have to get everyone down mainstreet, to the gate that you came into. If you carry them two at a time, the zombies will surely get to the rest of them before you can make the full trips. Maybe you can take them up to the rooftops and do it that way? You look back, and smile. "Me? I'm the cavalry. Here to help. I'm gonna make sure that you fine folks make it out of this mess, as I am contractually obligated by my employer, Uncle Sam."

You rub your hands together. "Now, I know what you're thinking. Who is this crazy white-haired kid who just cut down the terrors of our lives with a stop-sign? I am Duncan. And like I said, I'm here to help. Frankly that's all you need to concern yourselves with. So, let's formulate a plan of action, shall we?

>A. Let's make a convoy. Everyone with guns, surround the people with guns and I'll push a path for us right on through. Think you can handle that?
>B. Let's do this two at a time. People with guns, I need you to defend this church from that horde while I take you guys onto the rooftops where you're safe. Think you can handle that?
>C. Write-in

>>40396285
>A. Let's make a convoy. Everyone with guns, surround the people with guns and I'll push a path for us right on through. Think you can handle that?

>>40396285
>>A. Let's make a convoy. Everyone with guns, surround the people with guns and I'll push a path for us right on through. Think you can handle that?

>>40396285
>>A. Let's make a convoy. Everyone with guns, surround the people with guns and I'll push a path for us right on through. Think you can handle that?

>>40396285
>everyone with guns, surround the people with guns

I need to proof read better. I meant surround the people without guns.

>>40396330
You mean there are people without guns?

>>40396285
>A. Let's make a convoy. Everyone with guns, surround the people with guns and I'll push a path for us right on through. Think you can handle that?
>>40396351
I know right, I though this was Murica!

>>40396298
>>40396306
>>40396328
>>40396365
You whip out your pistol, and point it towards the sky. "Everyone, let's make a convoy! I want the people with guns surrounding the people without! Two in back, two on each side. I'll take point at the front! We only have to make it down main street to get out of this hellhole, and I will be your guide tonight!"

The men and women in front of you can only shake at the preposterous nature of your plan, but when you fire off your pistol and poke a hole through the ceiling of the church, they jump to their feet. "That's what I thought. It's better than sitting here waiting to die, yes?" The bearded man walks up to you, and pokes his double barreled shotgun into your chest. "Shut the fuck up kid. A lot of good people have died because of those cultists freaks, and none of us are happy that it's another freak we gotta depend on for what we have left of our lives. If I see any ounce of funny business, I'm emptying this thing in the back of your head."

>>40396504

You frown. "What's this about cultists?" You point your gun behind you, and fire it off, twice. The first blows the jaw off a zombie who was leaning in to bite you, and the second kills it. Everyone gasps, and the man shields his eyes as flecks of blood and skull splatter against his face. He growls. "Fuckin' weirdos sacrificed a little girl. They caused this. It ain't no sickness, there's a demon here causing the dead to walk." You smile. "Well, that just so happens to be my area of expertise. I can't fight a disease, but I sure as hell can kill a demon. Got a description for me?" He shakes his head. "The only thing we know is that the kids took this book..what we thought was just a book, from the library the night before. It was all about old pagan crap. We kept it there just for historical value." You nod. "Uhuh, and how do you know all this?"

He looks down, wincing as you turn around to fire off rounds into the approaching monsters. "I used to work there. Maybe if you get rid of the book, you get rid of the demon. Can we please get the fuck out of here now!?"

You smile, turning back. "Sure. Everyone, form up!"

Cont.

>>40396504
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EnJEeHND_lQ

>>40395152
>we don't want you doing anything crazy
NOT POSSIBLE SIR

>>40396521
The people make the formation you ordained earlier, and you start to march out of the church house. You switch between a combination of kicks that send zombies flying, punches that explode heads, and bullets to shoot straight through eyes until you notice that your gun hasn't ran out this entire time. You've just made it down the hill with no problems, and the zombies start to close in on your group from all sides. "Fuck!" the man behind you yells. "We can't keep 'em off us like this for much longer! You're gonna get us killed, kid!" everyone begins to moan and sob, and you turn around to fire off rounds into the heads of the closest creatures before they can do any damage.

You don't really want to question how you can just keep firing your gun like this, but in any case, it gives you an idea. There's zero chance you'll make it to the main road if you keep on like this. An absolutely crazy idea starts to formulate in your mind, the adrenaline flowing through forcing devilish creativity to the surface as you feel a sudden rush of confidence and power. A little thinking goes a long way. Unlimited bullets? Perfect accuracy? Let's get this party started. You throw your arm to the sky, and put your finger against the trigger and start to spin the gun around, causing it to fire faster than you could ever pull the trigger in every direction. The men and women near you all shout at the noise and cover their ears, but are stunned to see the wall of bodies around them drop one by one. You walk forward, and look back at them all. "Well, you coming?"

The men and women rush to your sides, as you calmly make your way down the road, a nice evening stroll as the sun sets in the distance.

Cont.

>>40396621
DMC quest without anything crazy? I'm out, shit quest, kill youreself, etc

But seriously, keys get CUHRAZEE already!

>>40396693
Wish granted
>>40396690

>>40396690
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZM9G5ASVnzY

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>>40396693
YOU ASKED FOR IT MOTHERFUCKER

>>40396690
>a nice evening stroll as the sun sets in the distance.

this pleases me in a way i cant describe

>>40396772
TURN DOWN FOR WHAT!!!

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>>40396690

The sound of the rapid gunshots prevent you from noticing the intensifying moaning, but the shaking earth under your footsteps finally gives way to the danger that approaches. You approach the metal barricade, and everyone rushes through as you turn and unleash a hail of bullets to the wall of zombies behind you. You spin your gun around your finger as the barricade closes behind you, everyone safe from the immediate threat.

That is, until you start to concentrate on the shaking of the earth. It only happens ever other second or so, and it's got a steady rhythm to it. Like footsteps. You start to wonder what this Demon must look like. Both fortunately, and, somewhat unfortunately, you get your answer moments later.

A titanic blue fleshed monster, with bodies pouring out of it's stomach rounds the corner, having been hidden by the tall buildings of mainstreet. It's at least ten men high, and carrying a crude iron sword. You smile as it roars, and it swipes it's armored hand at the bank it had just passed to rip a section of the wall out. What are you gonna do?

>A. Fire your gun at it's face.
>B. Rush towards it, and try to take it on with your fists.
>C. Try the street sign tactic again.
>D. Write-In

>>40396946
"Fire your gun at it's arm make it drop it sword then catch it and swing it at him."

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>>40396946
>A. Fire your gun at it's face.
>C. Try the street sign tactic again.

>>40396946
>D. If there's military personnel near the barricade shout at them to bring some serious firepower. While confident in your newfound supernatural abilities, we wouldn't want this guy to just ignore you and go kill everyone anyway. Go annoy him, be an uncatchable bastard, until you manage to do >>40396976
>Then the fun begins

>>40396976
I somehow doubt that a gunshot wound will make him drop the sword
>>40396946
>Throw the sign at him full force, then launch yourself to strike him when he's blocking

>>40396946
>D
Keep it off the hostages.

>>40396946
Sword fight him with a street sign, disarm him, take sword.

>>40396976
>>40396997
>>40397019
>>40397028
>>40397035
>>40397041
Immediately, you leap up on the metal barricade for a better position and so that you can turn to the military for help. But when you turn to look back, the only thing you can see in the darkness is two things. One, the survivors being shuffled into two military SUVs, and two, your bike. With a leather suitcase sitting on top of it. You notice that the driver of the jeep is the man in the black suit, and he rolls down the window to yell at you. "Good luck kid. If you don't get him, artillery will. Thanks for the hard work."

With that, they drive off. Shit.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XdI3fey5D8Q

You turn back and start off by firing your gun rapidly into it's arm, trying to get it to drop it's weapon. The bullets impact the dead flesh ineffectually, only drawing the ire of the creature as it rushes towards you with a moan that vibrates your body. You leap down and run towards it, yanking a yield sign from the ground as you fire off rounds towards it's face. The armor covering it causes the bullets to spark off harmlessly. You swing the sign at his leg as he approaches, but with surprising speed, he brings his own weapon down. It cuts the sign you're wielding in half like butter, your own metal not being able to stand against a crafted weapon of that size. You toss the remaining bit you have like a spear at it's face, and it throws the broad side of it's sword up to block.

You jump, spinning your body to put everything you have into a kick at it's midsection, but find that your leg simply pierces straight through the dead flesh, leaving you to hang limply before you kick out and start to fall.

On your descent, it's massive, gauntlet covered hand smacks you like a fly and straight through the bank, glass, metal, and stone all ravaging your body until you explode out the other side and hit the next building over, this time simply falling to the ground. Cont.

>>40397196
Oooh, this one's gonna sting in the morning

You land on the concrete, blood all over your body in destroyed clothes. Panting. Well, that went well. How are you supposed to deal with this damn thing? Well, it's just a big zombie, right? It should have all the same weaknesses as any other. Your knowledge of classic zombie fiction tells you to go for the brain. If only you can find a way to get past that helmet. What do you do?

>A. Climb to the rooftop of the bank, and try to leap onto it's head.
>B. Try to come in from behind and cut it's heel with a sign, making it fall.
>C. Try to leap inside it's exposed gut and take it out from the inside.
>D. Write-in

>>40397262
>. Climb to the rooftop of the bank, and try to leap onto it's head.

>>40397262
>>B. Try to come in from behind and cut it's heel with a sign, making it fall.

it will take awhile for it to get up again.

>>40397262
>B. Try to come in from behind and cut it's heel with a sign, making it fall.
then
>C. Try to leap inside it's exposed gut and take it out from the inside.

>>40397262
>>B. Try to come in from behind and cut it's heel with a sign, making it fall.
Also i wonder if the zombies in his gut have any reason to be there...

>>40397262
>C
This is too gross to not try.

>>40397262
>A. Climb to the rooftop of the bank, and try to leap onto it's head.

>>40397262
>C. Try to leap inside it's exposed gut and take it out from the inside.

We're not crazy enough. We need to go deeper

Shame i gotta get some sleep, can't wait to see how CUHRAYZEE things got tomorrow

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>>40397444

>>40397296
>>40397307
>>40397326
>>40397350
You yank another street sign near an intersection out of the ground, and run around the corner of the bank to sprint at the massive zombie. It's too slow to react to you as you spring behind it, and wind up a powerful swing from your makeshift weapon. It's Achilles tendon is sliced in two, and the creature falls to a single knee just before it would have stomped you.

You never were much of an idea guy. But hey, let's see how this goes. You run under it's legs, leaping under a sword slash that throws concrete up and making a fissure in the ground. You turn on your heel and leap forward, putting all of your strength into the jump and holding out the sign to pierce into the gut. The zombies in it moan as you push directly through, diseased gore spraying across your body as you crank the sign to the side to push the bodies out of the way, giving yourself a small hole to jump into.

You do so, and feel teeth on your shoulder and dead hands grasping at your body. You use your immense strength to tear them limb from limb, flailing like a wild animal as black blood pours from the front of the titan, who's looking down at it's own stomach in confusion. You push forward, when sudden, you find yourself being sucked forward instead. An intense heat surrounds your body, and with one last push, you find yourself falling through black nothingness until the sight of great walls of fire in the distance, and the same tortuous moaning that you had heard in your vision tell you where you are.

Welcome to Hell.

Cont.

>>40397515
~Jump into the guts of it what could go wrong~

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>>40397515
You impact the smoldering ground harshly, and stand to look all around you. There are bulky demons made of purse muscle that are busy throwing the bodies of the damned into the portal high up above, which you had just fallen into. The Demon isn't just raising the dead, it's bringing the dead to the human world. Many miss however, only a few actually making it to the portal instead of falling back down and splattering nearby. Of course, they do have an unlimited supply.

The lesser demons all turn to you and start tossing the bodies of the damned in your direction, trying to squash the intrusion. A clawed hand swipes at you, and you leap back before pointing your gun into it's face and blinding it with bullets.

Well, you're waist deep in dead bodies in Hell, surrounded by an unprecedented number of demons who are racing towards you with the intention to kill. What do you do?

>A. Tuck your gun away and try to fist fight the demons.
>B. Play their game, and pick up the bodies of the damned and use them like a club.
>C. Write-in

>>40397654
>>B. Play their game, and pick up the bodies of the damned and use them like a club.

why not fuck it

>>40397654
>B. Play their game, and pick up the bodies of the damned and use them like a club.

>>40397654
>C. Write-in
>Try to get an SSS rank as hard as we possibly can

>>40397654
>A. Tuck your gun away and try to fist fight the demons.
Using a dead body as a club might slow us down, and getting hit by these "bulky demons made of purse muscle" isn't a good idea

>>40397654
>B. Play their game, and pick up the bodies of the damned and use them like a club.

>>40397712
>>40397712
Supporting.

Focus really really hard and get SSS.

But the idea is >>B. Play their game, and pick up the bodies of the damned and use them like a club.

>>40397654
>B. Play their game, and pick up the bodies of the damned and use them like a club.
Also supporting getting an SSS rank

And maybe tossing the bodies in a pile high enough to get back to the portal

>>40397654
>>B. Play their game, and pick up the bodies of the damned and use them like a club.
ILL FORGIVE YOU IF YOU AT LEAST GET AN A RANK!

>>40397677
>>40397698
>>40397712
>>40397762
>>40397798
>>40397821
You tuck your gun into your pants and pick up two of the bodies near you, and swing one around to smack away an approaching Demon, just before the thought of all this absurdity dawns on you. This wasn't in the slightest what you had expected to be doing when you woke up this morning, and the fact that this Hell even exists should be making you question everything you know. But even then, soaked in your own blood, covered in the gore of zombies, demons, and whatever else Hell holds, you feel almost at home.

Fucked up, right? That's not to say you're not panicking. You're certainly panicking. What if this portal just closes for no reason? What if you can't beat off these demons? How are you even going to get back up there in the first place? You step off the head of a demon, and launch high into the air before throwing down one of the bodies and forcing the demons to shield themselves. As you fall you slam the other body into a monster, but it tears at the leg when it's jaws wrap around the midsection and tear it away from you.

You spin around and kick one that's approaching in the gut, causing it's stuffing to explode out from the impact, and soaking you in demonic blood. The blood mixes with your own, and an incredible high starts to flow through your body. As if the pain of your initial absorption was completely gone, and only ecstasy remained. You turn back around and punch the Demon with a body in it's jaws repeatedly, as the apelike monsters start to surround you. It lurches back, falling dead.

When you turn to the next one to try and fight it, a clawed hand shoots forward before you can react, and rips open your own gut.

You take your free hand to yank out your pistol, and point it to the side to fire it again and again into the face of a Demon approaching from the left. You slam your right hand down again and again, tearing through the flesh of the monster's arm that's within you.

Cont.

>>40397886
>>40397886
You reach the stark white bone of the monster, and swing your pistol to the right to fire it onto yet another creature that tried to swarm you. You grasp onto the bone in front of you and crush it with all your might, completely severing the demon's arm from it's body as you kick it off, it's hand still inside of you before you rip it out.

The pain is absolutely insane. You've never felt anything like it, but frankly, it still doesn't hurt as much as you thought it would. In fact, aside from the edges of the rip in your gut, and the cuts and bruises and scrapes all over it, you can't hardly feel anything at all except for excitement. Why are you so thrilled? You should be terrified.

A demon's gaping maw tears into your shoulder from behind, just as you thought you had a chance to relax. You tuck your gun into your pants again and reach behind you with both hands, bending back and forward to beat a Demon coming at you from the front with it's ally's body, again and again until both stop moving. You step back and fall on your rear, before falling on your back, the edges of your vision going black.

Three red and white dots dance on the edge of your vision. You're floating in a pool of demon blood, and it starts to swirl and soak into your body, when a strange, mind numbing pain starts to erupt from the hole in your stomach. Demons are stepping closer from every angle, but the pain prevents you from being able to move as you scream in futility.

Cont.

>>40398001
We had best enter rage mode.

>>40398001
DEVIL ARM, DEVIL ARM, DEVIL ARM, DEVIL ARM.

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>>40398001
You cry out, hallucinations wracking your vision as you try to concentrate on staying conscious. The demon blood around you all dries up incredibly quick, sucking into your body like a vortex. Slowly, out of your gut, you see something exiting.

A blade.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GjmljShU3JM

It floats directly upward, and the ground below you starts to shake. The demons that were once all coming to murder you are now looking onward with fascination, a childlike curiosity on their faces that is hardly characteristic. Hell, you yourself are giving the sword floating from your gullet the same look. It's blade is an off-white, somewhat translucent with a black guard and handle. Ornate. Clean. Long. It's surely at least five feet in length in total, and thicker than both of your arms side by side. The blade floats above your body, as the rest of the demon blood pours into you and fills you with new strength.

The blade is shining, casting off a silver light and holding all of the demons in place out of fear. You reach up, and grasp the handle. Your wounds sew themselves shut in moments, and the blade, not you, pulls you to your feet. You hold it high above your head, grasping it with both hands and looking around.

>A. You're all dead.
>B. Run.
>C. Wordlessly cut them down.
>D. Write-in

>>40398105
>>A. You're all dead.

fuck ya nice sword

>>40398105
>A. You're all dead.

>>40398105
>C. Wordlessly cut them down.
And remember, always with a smile!

>>40398105
>D
Tell them to serve you or die.

>>40398105
>C. Wordlessly cut them down.

One word before you cut them down.

"En Garde."

>>40398105
>C. Wordlessly cut them down.
But giggle like a school girl.

>>40398105
>A. You're all dead.
WU TANG CLAN AIN'T NOTHIN TO FUCK WITH

>>40398168
seconding

>>40398149
>>40398166
This.

>>40398105
QUESTION:

How big is this sword, short sword, long sword, or greatsword size?

I can't tell from the pic, it looks like a short sword.

>>40398168
Oh yeah this

>>40398198
>Ornate. Clean. Long. It's surely at least five feet in length in total, and thicker than both of your arms side by side.

>>40398198
"It's blade is an off-white, somewhat translucent with a black guard and handle. Ornate. Clean. Long. It's surely at least five feet in length in total, and thicker than both of your arms side by side."

in the post man. But to specify, it's a little shorter than Dante's Rebellion, but thicker overall.

>>40398168
Do it

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>>40398219
>>40398212

I will be completely honest and say im an unobservant bastard, it took me an hour to find a jar of pickles in my pantry literally in front of everything, and people who know still mock me for it, especially the guy who walked in and grabbed it immediately. A bit of a ramble, but whatever.

Thanks for helping me with my retardation.

>>40398134
>>40398138
>>40398168
>>40398234
>>40398204
>>40398176
You hold the blade in front of you, both hands on it's grip squeezing so tightly that you knuckles are white. You've never held a sword in your life, but you've never felt anything so natural. The demons around you seem to be waiting for your next move, and you chuckle, the tide having turned in your favor from the looks of it. The threat of your life felt a million miles away at this point. You feel as if you have all the power in the world with this blade between your hands, and once more you point it towards the sky.

This is too good to pass up. You chuckle, madly. "You're all dead!" Your laughter intensifies before you point the sword towards the demons with one hand, and pan it around to point at each and every one of them. "Wu Tang Clan ain't nothing to FUCK with!" They look at each other in confusion once more but before they can look back to you, you've got one clean through the gut. It was almost as if you teleported, the speed with which you've moved being nearly beyond their perceptions.

You yank the blade upward, cutting the demon in half and spraying gore everywhere. Many of the demons start to run, but those too in shock to react are cut down before they get the chance. You swipe your sword from demon to demon, and it's pure blade is never stained by the blood, simply sliding off. You wield it with incredible ease. You spin on your heel like a top, and a tornado of steel that's sending a windstorm through Hell and rending the flesh of demon after demon, until you stop and look all around you.

The blood that they left soaks the ground, and the only demons that remain alive are sprinting away from you in the distance. What should you do?

>A. Get out of here. Leap through the portal. You don't want the demon to get killed by artillery, thus destroying your portal.
>B. Kill some more demons.
>C. Write-in

>>40398395
>>A. Get out of here. Leap through the portal. You don't want the demon to get killed by artillery, thus destroying your portal.

>>40398395
>A. Get out of here. Leap through the portal. You don't want the demon to get killed by artillery, thus destroying your portal.

And once were out, kill the fuck out of that giant zombie

>>40398395
>>A. Get out of here. Leap through the portal. You don't want the demon to get killed by artillery, thus destroying your portal. Take a demon arm as a souvenir!

>>40398395
>A. Get out of here. Leap through the portal. You don't want the demon to get killed by artillery, thus destroying your portal.

>>40398395
>A. Get out of here. Leap through the portal. You don't want the demon to get killed by artillery, thus destroying your portal.

>>40398395
Since no one is going to pick B and neither am i, would B result in a bad end or us embracing our demonic side our something?

In any case

>A. Get out of here. Leap through the portal. You don't want the demon to get killed by artillery, thus destroying your portal.

>>40398435
>>40398439
>>40398442
>>40398444
>>40398504
You look up at the portal in the black sky, and hunker down to prepare for the leap. You have a new strength flowing through your body, and know that with this blade in your hands, you'll be able to clear it just barely. You reach down and grab a demon arm, just for keeps. You explode forward, demon blood and flesh under your feet being blown away by the strength of your leap as you fly through the air towards your mark.

Seconds later, you're met with a wall of bodies that you're sure is the inside of the giant Demon just as you pass through the portal, but with a single swipe if your blade your travel is uninterrupted. You're met with a lovely orange sunlight, the black blood in front of you raining down and splattering against the concrete as you land, your sword pointed behind you and your hair and clothes drenched. You look behind you, standing straight and smiling at the giant. You point your sword at it, and chuckle. "Pal, I think you've got a serious case of indigestion. I think I'm gonna have to send you home for the day."

You fly forward with a single step, and spin on your heel to stop just under the body of the giant. With one stroke, your massive blade easily cleaves through the dead flesh of the monster to take it's foot off, and sending it crashing to the ground. You don't look behind you as it falls, instead leaping backwards and doing a flip before landing on the back of it's metal covered skull.

You pry it's helmet off, to see a skull with bits and pieces missing. Inside of it you can see a tattered book glowing bright blue, apparently the source of the Demon's power. What do you do?

>A. Destroy the book.
>B. Break open the skull and take the book.
>C. Write-in

>>40398531
It'd have result in you being stuck in the demon world for a long ass time. Pretty much could have changed the entire direction of the quest.

>>40398633
>B. Break open the skull and take the book.

>>40398657
Thought so, and we would likely be more twisted and demonic due to our time spent their.

>>40398633
>A. Destroy the book.

Let's be a good guy, or at least a decent guy.

>>40398633
>B. Break open the skull and take the book.
We need to make a collection!

>>40398633
>>A. Destroy the book.

>>40398679
I can confirm for you guys that this isn't an item that will grant you a weapon/power since I could see how that would influence your choice, but rather, it's a book filled with a lot of demonic knowledge. Might be dangerous to keep, though. If anyone bad got a hold of it this same thing could happen again, or worse even.

>>40398713
i just realized that and recasted my vote and deleted my old vote

>>40398633
>A. Destroy the book.
"Even Stephanie Meyer couldn't write shit this awful."

>>40398713
Okay.

On one hand, it might give us a lot of information about demons and really helpful shit, and on the other hand its really dangerous.

Lets be risky and go with

>B. Break open the skull and take the book.

We can destroy it later.

guys what if one of our friends tries to read it.

sure its alot of knowledge but its dangerous knowledge

>>40398633
>B. Break open the skull and take the book.
We'll burn it later. If we are going to enter the world of demons. we might as well learn something about them

>>40398837
I don't think you understand how sweet it will look framed above our mantle. Whenever we can afford to get a place with a mantel.

>>40398858
This vote was technically one minute after the window had closed, but considering that I was just about to open it again for a tiebreaker anyways I'll allow it. Update incoming.

For those who wanted to destroy it, you don't have to TELL anyone that you have it

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>>40398881
We read it and then sell it on ebay to afford the mantle, then we track down the bastard who bought it and if they have demonic connections we gut them.

Then we take it back and put it above the mantle.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_o8Qqfu1pwQ

You kick open the skull of the monster, and pull the book out of it's head. The sound of thousands of bodies falling to the ground echoes all around you, as the dead return to their original form. It seems that this book was powering it all, and you can feel the evil radiating off of it as you look down. It's leather bound, but it's blue glow has stopped since you removed it. You walk forward, slinging the sword you're holding across your back. Somehow, it sticks to you, almost like a magnet. Demon magic, you figure. Maybe this book can tell you a little bit about why a sword came out of your stomach, if it's got a lot of demonic knowledge like that old librarian hinted.

You leap over the metal barricade to the town, and dump the suitcase full of money into your backpack, along with the book. You hop onto your bike, and race down the road away from the town. As you're driving away, explosions ring out behind you and you feel a great heat on your back. No need to turn around. Your job's been done.

MISSION 2 COMPLETE

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That's all for tonight guys. I'll stick around to answer questions for a while.

WE NEED TO NAME OUR SWORD. NOW!!!

>>40398943
>cool guys don't look at explosions moment

Nice

Next thread? Twitter?

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>>40398969
Good call. I almost forgot this. You guys do in fact have to decide on a name for your sword. Choose carefully, because this is YOUR sword.

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>>40398943

>As you're driving away, explosions ring out behind you and you feel a great heat on your back. No need to turn around. Your job's been done.

So for a question for someone who knows little about devil arms, aside from being a demon slaying what powers does our sword have, and what is it's name, and CAN WE NAME OUR SWORD?

....Please?

>>40399000

>Judgement.

This is my suggestion.

>>40399000
I'm thinking something like...
>It's blade is an off-white, somewhat translucent with a black guard and handle. Ornate. Clean. Long. It's surely at least five feet in length in total, and thicker than both of your arms side by side.
Serenity, or going with >>40399019, just because.

>>40399000
>Abandon
Like, wild abandon.

>>40398996
I have a twitter but I'm pretty shitty about using it. In fact, I use it so little that I'm having trouble remembering my login info at the moment. If others don't mind I may just post in cuhrayzee general for when my next threads will be, but I'll also make a habit of giving a general idea of when they'll happen at the end of threads. Right now it will be either Saturday or Sunday night, 7 PM eastern time as always. If I make any changes to this I will post in cuhrayzee general on /vg/ to let you guys know

+ if I ever figure out my twitter stuff I'll give you that too

>>40399000
Salvation because he's "delivering the demons from sin" with it.

>>40399045
Ohh I like this

>>40399000
>Revolution, Mutiny, Sabotage, or Sedition
Playing with the name of Rebellion

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>>40399045
This is best.

>>40399100
Dante 2.0?

Why do we need to play off Dante's sword? I do like Rebellion though its a good sword but i was thinking >>40399019
Because we took the job of demon killing with the express reason of helping people by destroying demons, our sword inflicts Judgement on them, and i think it sounds badass.

>>40399019
>>40399045
>>40399057
>>40399100

>A. Judgement
>B. Serenity
>C. Abandon
>D. Salvation
>E. Revolution
>F. Mutiny
>G. Sabotage
>H. Sedition

this is a good enough list. Personally I like Abandon as well. Vote here for your pick

>>40399153
C

>>40399153
A

>>40399153
>C

>>40399153
>A

>>40399153
>C. Abandon
The only choice

>>40399153
>C. Abandon

>>40399153
>C. Abandon

>>40399164
>>40399170
>>40399179
>>40399190
>>40399200

5-2 for Abandon vs Judgement. Abandon it is.

As for the anon that asked what sort of powers Abandon has, well, you'll be figuring that out during the next threads and your next jobs.

>>40399247
Can i ask if the name affects what powers it will have?

>Mfw Im the Judgement guy MUH SWRD lost.

In any case Abandon was my second pick and im content with it winning as it's a good name.

>>40399279
No, not really. It is what it is. Imagine it as a slightly slower, but stronger Rebellion. For now the moves you learn with it are going to mostly be essential DMC stuff. A launcher, a stinger input move, and such. Maybe a sword pierce from DMC3 (which would constitute being able to manipulate your weapon at a distance in general) and a unique Drive. Got another idea for it that I'll be keeping secret for it too, + whatever I come up with along the way as you get stronger, but that's most of the basic stuff

>>40399355
Oh and that spinning top move you guys did. Consider that your basic swordmaster input move that can be charged for a longer duration.

>>40399279
Whats in the box! Anyway while I'm glad with the name chosen I don't think it would have hurt my feelings if any of the names were chosen, they were all decent. Except maybe revolution. I'm sorry anon who suggested that, its too played out and hammy a name even for over the top devil may cry action.
>>40399355
>>40399370
Cool stuff, with the stuff and all the stuff with that stuff. Why am I thinking of stuffed crust pizza?

Fuck you

>>40399400
As long as it doesn't have any olives.

>>40399441
They worship a demon as a soda?

>>40399441
?

>>40399460
I imagine he's referring to this infamous scene

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yP-UqnXSGDk

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>>40399400
Mmmm Stuffed Crust....

>>40399458
What?

>>40399460
?

>>40399441
Pic related.

>I have no idea whats going on right now.

When can we get a devils arm ranged weapon like a rapid fire cross bow or a gun?

WHEN.

>>40399480
Oh I got that I just wondered if he forgot to link it to a post. I'm overthinking things aren't I?

>>40399520
But you have a gun anon. You'll get other stuff as you complete missions. I won't be giving away any secrets as to what missions give what though, and some may not give you weapons at all but instead a new ability or somesuch.

>>40399529
just a bit

>>40399572
But does our gun have infinite ammunition and no need to reload, and is it insanely effective against demons?

>Now i am really hype for a crossbow with armor penetration and poison or some shit, with decently fast auto fire.

Hope it happens, but i am just one anon.

>>40399642
It functions in the same way any gun from the game does, as per quoted by Kamiya. Just earlier in the thread you made use of your unlimited ammunition, though you don't understand it really. The bullets are manifested subconsciously through your demonic power, although they aren't any more significantly damaging than regular bullets.

If you had more knowledge on how that worked you could learn a charge shot to make bullets more powerful for a short while.

>>40399672
Thank you for explaining, i now know a bit more about DMC and some questions have been answers.

>Demon crossbow when.

Also if you don't want that to be a thing just say so, otherwise hopefully consider it.

>>40399735
>Questions have been answers

Dammit i sound like i broken have english.

Well shit.

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>>40399735
Not going to give any denial/confirmation on any sort of weapon you guys could obtain.

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>>40399755
YOU.

.....YOU!

the anger i have right now since my internet died at lest i was able to get back on before this got knocked off

Just came when it ended; sad life.
Thanks for running

>>40399931
No problemo, next few threads will be almost nothing but action so hopefully that'll make up for anyone who missed this one for one reason or another!

>>40399948
Also, when babes? Its important!

>>40399975
One of the two missions you can pick from next has HUGE babe potential. Won't give away which though!

>>40399975
that's a good question

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>>40400000
>Ending the thread with quints

SSSmokin!

>>40400000
im making a prediction here in the next set of mission we get after this not the two remaining ones but we run into Dante and Nero while both groups are working on the same job

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>>40399975
I'm the guy who remembered the sword name, the babes... Guess i'm needed here!!

>>40400000
Cool.
Just dont let your quest get drowned in waifu bullshit. This quest is too awesome for it die. Especially that way.

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>>40400065
You think anything you love will last? You may not have realized it, but you're playing on Duncan Must Die mode here. These first missions are just warm ups. Every single character you meet is susceptible to death at any moment for any reason. There's a reason Dante's only friends are fellow Demon Hunters.

>>40400105
hey is it possible to chain the book to Duncan's hip like just have it hanging there so he can read it on the fly and keep it secure.

>>40400143
>>40400143
Sure, but it's not really something that's going to help you in the field. You'll want to study it at home and gain stuff from it that way.

>>40400167
damn i thought i might have been an encyclopedia on demons as well.

>>40400193
demons in general will vary widely from place to place and region to region. Many demons are totally unique.

>>40400105
I am really glad that you are making us go through DMC THE QUEST with no plot armor to speak of.

Please. Please destroy us and give us time to learn about and love all the characters before they are cruelly taken from us, and destroyed or otherwise given a terrible fate being understanding. And just like it will wear on /tg/ it will wear on Duncan as well.

Also what would happen if we went full villain for one reason or another? Does the quest end with us getting killed/killing Dante himself?

>>40400256
If you go full villain, Dante and the protagonists of the games will essentially be your final obstacle. But keep in mind, this is post DMC4 Dante. He's stronger than Sparda was at his prime currently, and has a closet full of more Devil Arms and guns than you can count. He would without a doubt be nearly impossible to top. Plus he has backup in the form of Trish and Nero, and Lady too.

>>40400291
What if we poison his wine?

>>40400291
>Trish and Nero, and Lady
are all three also just hanging around Devil May Cry

>>40400317
He'd just feel fine.

>>40400325
No, everyone's currently separated all over the world. Nero is in Europe, with Kyrie and his own Devil Hunting business. Trish and Lady are split up in the americas, and Dante travels all over the world, pretty much wherever there are demons needed to be killed. They're on the move a lot, Nero is pretty much the most stationairy one and his job covers all of Europe and parts of Western Asia and the middle east and Nothern Africa.

>>40400317
not his pizza

>DMC quest continues

Yessss

This is EXACTLY what I've been needing.

>>40400000
>One of the two missions you can pick from next has HUGE babe potential. Won't give away which though!
It's the banshee one.

>>40402516
Maybe. Or it's the animal esque serial killings in Canada, one. Who knows!

>>40402560
Nah, if Nevan has taught me anyhing it's that demons based on Irish mythology are the most baberiffic of all.

>>40402577
But who knows what Irish demons Canada could hold

>>40402582
Nothing Irish can survive in Canada, Zombie Cromwell unlives there.