You were forced to go back to the pen. Most of the slaves were not impressed and indifferent. Anglo casually leaned against the wall. He still got his damn deck of cards.

The slavekeeper stood alone in the middle of the pen. She had nothing to protect herself with and yet none attacked her. Strange.

>Play 908 with Anglo [Roll 1d100 Luck 4]
>Say something to Anglo
>Socialize
>Say something to Yelli, the slavekeeper
>Attack Yelli
>other

Anyone played fallout 4? how was it?

>>43576046
>>Socialize

>>43576046
>Socialize

hi snow

Most of the slaves looked like shit, some were heavily riddled with disease. those guys kept to themselves as none would like to approach them. however, you did noticed something in the stronger ones......

They had this burning mark starting from their middle finger, it stretched onwards. At some, It stopped at the wrists while some had it stretching to the end of their arms.

Two twins girls cuddled to each other, one was trying to comfort the other.

A brute was flexing him arms. He took pride in his ample muscles.

A man in a grim business suit was doing nothing but staring and listening to everyone.

>Go to the twins
>Go to the brute
>Go to the man in suit
>Play 908 with Angl [roll 1d100 Luck 4]
>Say something to Anglo
>Say something to Yelli, the slavekeeper
>Attack Yelli
>other

>>43576064
>>43576088
>>43576088

hello anons

>>43576229
>Go to the man in suit

>>43576229
>Go to the twins

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>43576291
>>43576317
1=twins
2=suit

>>43576317
>>43576291
you approached the twins. The twin who was crying shrieked more before you could say anything.

"Just...go." said the other twin while soothing the devastated woman.

>Do you know anything about this place?
>What are these marks?
>I was just trying to help
>[leave]
>Fuck you too, Lady
>other

>>43576392
>I was just trying to help

>>43576392
>Go to the man in suit
Why would you even do that?

>>43576392
>>Do you know anything about this place?

>>43576545

>>43576499

>>43576441
It was fruitless to talk with the twins. Once you turned around, you heard a hearty chuckle.

"Just what are you doing?" He readjusted his fedora "Socializing meaning nothing here, you may never know when you will be pinned against your so called 'friends'. Being alone makes things simpler...no place for emotions either Kill or to be killed my Black friend..." his way of talking was eccentric and strange. He tried his best to keep his class in this shithole. Bravo for him, you thought.

His words made her cry even more. It became quickly annoying.

>Good Job
>My name is Richard, 'friend'
>Thanks, i will keep that in mind
>You seem to know your way around here. can you help me?
>[say nothing]
>Aren't you a cocky bastard?
>other

>>43576652
>>You seem to know your way around here. can you help me?

>>43576652
>>So you're gonna spend you last days hiding alone in a corner? That's pretty fuckin sad.

>>43576770
>>43576801
1=help
2=corner

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>43576833
sorry

>>43576801
>>43576770
"Pardon me?" He stood up and faced you. His relaxed face stiffened "Do you think i am like the rest of you? Some common filth? Riffraff? O-oh no. No sire. I wanted to admire the stunning vistas of the thorn up close."

>You are so full of shit
>[say nothing]
>Yeah right and I just saw a super mutant.
>We can help each other, you know...
>Your scrawny face just begs for one solid punch
>other

>>43576938
>>other
how about you tell me some more about this place and it's rules?

>>43576938
>other
"and now you're stuck here like us?"

>>43576969
>>43577005
"Stuck? Hardly." either he was bluffing or he was super confident of himself. you couldn't tell.

"Come on help me out, bud. tell me about the rules and stuff."

"First of all, I am not a 'bud' my name is Kingston...you should properly address me in the future. Secondly, there are no rules. Your lives lie within The Arc's grasp."

>What about the marks? what are they?
>She didn't look that bad. She just...shoots a lot
>You gotta admire her fine ass, eh?
>What's up with the slavekeeper?
>How are the guards?
>Have you dealt with Ripper?
>other

>>43577106
>>What about the marks? what are they?

>>43577106
>>43577106
>shouts

>>43577140
"Your get-out-of-jail card. The Arc brands the victors of official matches this burn. Once it reaches your heart with enough victories, you are free to go." He paused for a second after noticing some dirt on his suit.

"Eight made it so far. The White Stars of the Arc."

"White stars? That's kind of gay."

"I know," he agreed with you for once "The first star is the current champion of the thorn, He never lost to the N.Roma's or The Fiend's champions. He killed a few champions actually. The other seven left the Thorn."

>Where are those seven?
>What's up with the slavekeeper?
>How are the guards?
>Have you dealt with Ripper?
>[Leave]
>other

>>43577276

>What's up with the slavekeeper?

>>43577276
>>Where are those seven?
>>What's up with the slavekeeper?

>>43577276
>>What's up with the slavekeeper?

>>43577412
>>43577426
>>43577431
"Certainly not here." he sarcastically replied.

"What about this slavekeeper?"

"Yelli? She is everyone's sweetheart.She learned some modesty when most of her throat was ripped out by a Halfclaw." his last word brought some attentions from the nearby slaves.

"They are not popular around here...The Arc likes this one. She spent a fortunate for a couple of implants for her. But i can see through her petty disguise....A Shepard give her sheep a false sense of security before the slaughter."


>How are the guards?
>Have you dealt with Ripper?
>[Leave]
>other

>>43577501
>giving her sheeps

>>43577501

>Have you dealt with Ripper?

>>43577536
"The doctor? please, Everyone is better without him. His presence is just a wicked formality. Is the interrogating session over?" he asked.

"Yeah, Thanks, bud." the last word was a simple tease. You left him for now.

The brute fellow was busy talking to other slaves. He was so full of himself. Finally, Lunch arrived; a thick red paste and some irradiated water for everyone. Lovely. You couldn't tell what time is it. It should be nighttime.

>Play 908 with Angl [roll 1d100 Luck 4]
>Say something to Anglo
>Say something to Yelli, the slavekeeper
>other

Rolled 73 (1d100)

>>43577654
>Play 908 with Angl [roll 1d100 Luck 4]
might as well

>>43577664
Best roll=73
Modifiers=-10% [LCK 4] -40% [Jet withdrawal]
Overall= 38 [Failure]

"Strange. You almost had me." Anglo was surprised that he won this round "Well, I got some bad news for you, Richard. I never landed a punch in my life...I am not good either with white weapons..."


>sorry for dragging you through this
>you will be fine
>You are a man. We are born to punch shit
>I got your back
>[say nothing]
>other

>>43577783
>sorry for dragging you through this

>>43577783
>>I got your back

>>43577814
>>43577843
"I would have gone after her regardless. Richard. you just took the first initiative." he yawned as he was getting comfortable in his 'bed' (More like a tattered piece of cloth).

"Goonight, Richard." you said the same as you prepared yourself for tomorrow.

.

You woke up the next day feeling tired. The sore pain from your shoulder overrode the trembling.

The guards separated the slaves into two big groups. each group went to a waiting room on each side of the arena.

Fights to the death began after an hour or so. The crowd cheered from the ongoing violence. Such a lust for blood....They had no sympathy in their hearts.

The slavekeeper would randomly choose two people from each room. After the eighth match, She chose you and One armed guy, he lost most of his teeth and yet he retained one optimistic smile. he looked awfully malnourished though. The mark barley passed his wrist.

"Give me a shank, Yelli." The man politely asked.

"Here you go, scraps, how about you?"

>I don't like this guy
>Something long
>Something blunt
>something heavy
>something quick
>other

>>43578064

>I don't like this guy
>Something long
>Something blunt
>something heavy
>something quick
>I got my fists
>no guns?
>other

>>43578064
>>I got my fists

>>43578064
>>43578081
>I got my fists
we can just disarm him

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>>43578116
>>43578122
"Oh. well good luck." Yelli raised an eye brow. It wasn't a bravado; you had faith in your firsts.


The crowd cheered as you and scraps entered the arena. They seem to know the one armed guy. He even waved a little.

On the other side, A tall guy awaited you both. he had a decent leather armor a long spear. His partner was no other than the crying twin sister from yesterday. She was trembling and shivering. She carried a pathetic nail board.

"MARIAAAAAAAA!!!!!" Her sister's screams were muffled by the crowd's cheers. "I ain't gonna die because of you, bitch! get the fuck up and do something!" despite the spearman's words, she was too petrified to do anything.

"Looks like an easy picking..." Scraps cracked his neck.

"FIGHT! FIGHT FOR THE CODE!" The arc cried.

And so it began.

>Go for the sister
>Go for the spearman
>Attack whoever Scrap attacks
>Attack Scraps
>Surrender
>Do nothing
>Other

>>43578286
>Go for the spearman

>>43578348
"You sure about this?" Scraps asked you. You nodded.

"I will be with you after dealing with little miss sunshine..."

>Leave her for now, scraps
>[Stand still, wait for the spearman to attack, dodge] [roll 1d100 AGL 6]
>[Feint an attack] [roll 1d100 Unarmed good]
>[Try to disarm the spearman] [roll1d100 unarmed good]
>[Warcry and charge] [roll1d100 unarmed good]
>other

Rolled 43 (1d100)

>>43578444
>Leave her for now, scraps
>[Try to disarm the spearman] [roll1d100 unarmed good]

>>43578444
>Leave her for now, scraps
She's no threat, only the spearman is

Rolled 57 (1d100)

>>43578444
>>[Warcry and charge] [roll1d100 unarmed good]

Rolled 94 (1d100)

>>43578444
>Leave her for now, scraps
>[Try to disarm the spearman] [roll1d100 unarmed good]

>>43578516
>>43578520
>>43578529
Best roll=57
Modifiers=+10% [Brawler] +50% [Unarmed] -40%[Jet withdrawal]
Overall= 67 [Success]

Your cry shook the man a little giving you the chance to close the distance for a swift punch.

"FUCK OFF!" the man headbutted you and pulled back a little for another thrust. Scraps was circling around the man waiting for a strike "Do something you little bitch! you will get us both killed!"

>Do nothing
>Wait for scraps to attack, then attack[Roll unarmed]
>try to knock him on the floor [Roll unarmed]
>try to disarm him [Roll unarmed]
>Feint an attack then retaliate with a real one [Roll unarmed]
>Attack scraps [Roll unarmed]
>Surrender
>Other

Rolled 21 (1d100)

>>43578654
>try to disarm him [Roll unarmed]

Rolled 10 (1d100)

>>43578654
>try to disarm him [Roll unarmed]

Rolled 6 (1d100)

>>43578654
>try to disarm him [Roll unarmed]

Rolled 94 (1d100)

>>43578654
>>try to disarm him [Roll unarmed]

>>43578695
>>43578688
>>43578686
what is going on?

>>43578653
>94, too late to count

>>43578699
>94 again, too late to count in a different way

>>43578707
The dice are clearly fucking with us.

>>43578707
the 4th anon sucked the luck out of us to boost his roll

maybe

Best roll=94
Modifiers=+10% [Brawler] +50% [Unarmed] -40% [Jet withdrawal]
Overall=112 [SUCCESS]

You dodged in the right second, disarming him and probably breaking a bone or two from the twist. Scraps took the chance and slit his throat in a blood scene "You....fucking....whore..." were his last words as he gurgled to death.

Maria's sister screams rang through your ears when you and scraps approached the shriveling contender. She cowered and dropped her nail board.

>Let scraps kill her
>Attack scraps
>Try to appeal the crowd
>try to appeal the arc
>brutally murder her
>Make it quick for her
>other

>>43578699
>>43578653

>94

well, well.

>>43578811
>bloody scene

>>43578811
>Attack scraps

>>43578811
>>Attack scraps
Curse our sudden and inevitable betrayal.

>>43578861
>>43578892
"High five broth-" you shoved the spear right through his chest. The crowd gasped but then they started to boo you.

"Team killer!"

"Traitor!"

"Fuck you you backstabbing nigger!"

The curses were everywhere. The Arc wasn't happy with your betrayal but she wasn't as pissed as the crowd "DEFILER OF TRUST, END HER. FOLLOW THE CODE, END HER!"

>brutally murder her
>Make it quick for her
>Refuse
>other

>>43579068
>Refuse
>>ask for a stronger opponent

>>43579068
>>Refuse
>>Request a real opponent.

>>43579068
>Refuse
>Tell them if the want fights so bad they can make the crying brat our partner and send in the next wave. We'll need the handicap.

>>43579252

>>43579092
>>43579092
>>43579165
>>43579165
>>43579165
"YOU DONT MAKE THE CODE HERE. I DO. I SEE EVERYTHING...I SEE EVERYTHING!!!" She jumped from her spotlight onto the arena. She grabbed Maria with a hand brimmed with thousands of voltage. Her last screams silenced everyone but her sister who kept wailing for her loss.

The Arc approached you , she was seconds from disintegrating you. "WHAT IS THE CODE? TELL ME THE CODE!!!! TELL ME THE NUMBERS"

>I don't fucking know
>____
>[Guess?] [Roll 1d100 LCK 4]
>[Try to recall anything that might help you, Gather the pieces together and give her an answer] [Roll 1d100 PER7]
>[Say nothing]
>other

Rolled 92 (1d100)

>>43579342
>[Try to recall anything that might help you, Gather the pieces together and give her an answer] [Roll 1d100 PER7]
it can't be 0000 or 1234, right?

>>43579342
>I don't fucking know
No one explained shit to me. So take your nonexistent code and shove it

Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>43579342
>>[Try to recall anything that might help you, Gather the pieces together and give her an answer] [Roll 1d100 PER7]

We're always getting into hopeless fights with tyrants, aren't we?

Rolled 8 (1d100)

>>43579342
>[Try to recall anything that might help you, Gather the pieces together and give her an answer] [Roll 1d100 PER7]

>>43579379
Best roll= 92
Modifiers=+20% [PER 7] +15% [Keen eyes] -40% [jet withdrawal].
Overall= 88 [success]

You closed your eyes and started to rearranged your thoughts.

Mentally unstable. Sparks. Rods. Numbers. Code. I can see everything. The Arc, The Arc, The Arc....

Dio.

"One One four three Eight...Water?" you recalled the madman's words. you shouldn't have said water though. It just slipped.

The Arc calmed down "Yes.....The code....The code." No sparks came out of her. In fact, she looked terribly weak.

"No...fights for today...." A gauntlet of guards rushed towards her to help her. you were escorted back to the slave pen. No marks for you.

"Congratulations." Kingston applauded "You just made your life a new hell."

>I don't have time for that shit.
>I am sorry....
>[Punch him]
>[pull out scalpel]
>I didn't know what i was thinking....
>Why haven't you tell me about this fucking code you son of a bitch?
>[say nothing]
>other

>>43579469
>>43579417
>>43579383
>>43579567

>>43579567
>Eight Eight

>>43579567
>I don't have time for that shit.

i don't get the code

>>43579567
>>I don't have time for that shit.

Would someone explain to me what the fuck is going on here? I'm so lost.

>>43579634
>>43579651
Dio and The Arc are somewhat related. Both had rods, both are mentally unstable and both can generate electricity (Dio is way lesser though).

The code is nothing but a memory of their past. Something they could hold on to....perhaps a password? the number of their rooms/cells? who knows. It triggered some memories inside of The Arc's head shifting her mental stasis.

Perhaps in The Arc's unstable mind, the code had dual meaning (Both a number and the rule she had set).

I thought you would link the dots with the implication i have given. I am sorry for over complicating things

>>43579757
I think I get part of it now. The code is not a set of rules, but a passcode to something.

Mayde a safe, a vault, a computer, or what have you, but it is the key to unlocking something

>>43579757
oh i get it now
crazy random encounters

>>43579634
>>43579634
>>43579651
"Enjoy being an outcast,friend." Kingston chuckled.

Literally everyone stayed away from you. A strong hand rested on your shoulder "You....I like you."

The brute man from earlier arched a smile "Name is Phoenix, a former gladiator from Nova Roma. Killer a backstabber and refusing to kill the weak is something to behold. You have done well..."

>Thanks
>I just need to stay alone
>Fuck off, now ain't your time.
>Did you know this code?
>[say nothing]
>other
Dio said the following:
"Trade? Trade? Yes, yes! I look through you and you and you and you. I trade something...gah..." you could see some sparks radiating from the top of the read "Flame bear eat black heart HEART! No seed for today, One One four three eight eight WATER! Watch the ugly FAT SNAKE!!"

Not all of this words were bullshit.

>>43579894
>killing a

>>43579894
>Thanks

>>43579894
>>Thanks
>>Ask him about what kind of matches the have here.

>>43579989
>they have>>43579989

>>43579894
This is only effective if we have a map and Rein.

No seed could refer to the cult she was a part of and an area where they have not exploded on yet

>>43579989
>>43579938
"Everything ends with death here. There is no honor in the hearts of these men and women...." he paused for a second before answering your question "You got single fights, tag fights, free for all fights. Sometimes, The arc allow us to fight someone strong the slavers have brought....The arc can change her mind easily. She loves to find new ways to kill us."

"Thank you Phoenix."

With that, you sat by yourself. You had a lot of thoughts in your mind.


And that concludes our thread. Thank you for participation.

Now an important question, you would like to see more like this in the future or would you rather have it more simplified and straight forward. Perhaps you prefer the good old mindless fun? Nothing is wrong with any choice. I want to hear your opinion.

>>43580173
thanks for running

you mean more nods to past events or more mind tricks?
i'm fine with both, i just didn't really know where to look

>>43580173
Thanks for the run.

Nothing mindless, but more direct please, I would not have made that connection until you pointed it out.

>>43580260
>>43580280
more straightforward. got it.

goodnight anons

>>43580290
Goodnight