>>1039757
>”Don’t worry about me, worry about those little worms you call fighters!”
Throw in a "GRAHAHAHA!" too

>>1039757
>”Don’t worry about me, worry about those little worms you call fighters!”

>>1039757
The very thought of these little weaklings these people call fighters just makes your day. “GRAHAHAHAHA! Don’t Worry about me, worry about those little worms you call fighters!”

The little toad just stares at you impassively. “Whatever you say Mister Bowser, now there is only a matter of the paperwork and your stage name.”

“Stage name?”

“A title that tells people what you are about, your personality, whether you are a hero or villain, etcetera, etcetera. It helps with advertising and usually gets people more excited than just using your regular name.”

“So just call me the King of Koopas or something, I already have a ton of super cool titles.”

“No, no. This has to be something original copyright and all that, can’t have anyone sue over the use of a title in use already.”

“So I get a new title?...” That doesn’t sound half bad, another cool title to go along with your others. You should make a trophy case of all your cool titles…

>Write in fighter name

>>1039902
>Smash King

Because its what we do.

>>1039902
Smash King

Smash King

>>1039902
“How about Smash King? It is cool like me!”

“Smash King?” She tilts her head to the side before scanning through her computer for a quick moment. “Well its vague enough to be… usable… but I someone here is already named King.”

>”Oh please, as royalty I can only ever be known as King!”
>"Well if he complains I'll just STOMP 'em!"
>Write in fighter name
>Write in other

>>1040027
>"Well if he complains I'll just STOMP 'em!"

>>1040027
Smash Monarchy

>>1040027
>>”Oh please, as royalty I can only ever be known as King!”

>>1040137

Backing.

>>1040027
“Oh please, as royalty I can only ever be known as King!”

“Whatever you say mister King, now for the matter of the paperwork…”

After arduously signing many MANY boring papers and contracts you were finally an official fighter in the ranks of the Glitz Pit. Step 1; become a Glitz Pit fighter, complete. Now time for step 2; beat the ever loving snot out of that chicken… the thoughts of crushing that bird underneath your feat fill your mind as you follow the toad, whose name you already forgot, to the locker room.

“Well, here we are. This is your locker room.” The glasses toad states.

“Huh?” This dump? The floors and walls are practically painted with stains, well whatever part isn’t completely torn off. The lockers look like they’ve taken a beating, and are those foot prints on the ceiling? How? This is no place for royalty, heck this isn’t even conditions he’d put his grunts into.

“You’re starting in the minor league, of course, as you’ve just now started your career.”

Before you can even begin to protest she continues “If you don’t like this dingy room, I suggest you work your way up through the ranks. Speaking of which.” She walks over to some strange terminal on the wall nearby the door.

“When you’re ready to fight, you just log on to this computer terminal here. I’ll then decide who you’ll match up against. You will have no say in this. All you need to do is walk up to the screen and log in with A. Once your battle is reserved just wait until security comes for you. If you beat an opponent who ranks above you, your ranking will go up. Then again, if you lose to a lower-ranking opponent, your ranking will go down.”

“As if I’d ever lose.” You reply smugly.

“Simply winning is not enough, when I set fight conditions, follow them. If you satisfy the condition and win, you can battle a higher-ranked opponent next. If you can get your rank up to 11th, you’ll get a shot at the major league. That’s about all you need to know for now. Did you understand all that?” She looks at you patiently like she would a small child.

>”Huh?”
>”What?”
>”Yup.”
>Write in

>>1040330
>Yup
Bored look.

>>1040330
>"So I gotta show off to the fans? You're acting like this is a chore! Bring on those chumps!"

>>1040330
>"So I gotta show off to the fans? You're acting like this is a chore! Bring on those chumps!"

>>1040330
Seconding>>1040364

Do you guys think we should get Bowser a wrestling mask while we're at it?

>>1040330
“So I gotta show off to the fans? You’re acting like this is a chore! Bring on those chumps!” Possibly not the smartest thing to say in front of said chumps, but these losers were minor league, literally, if they were any threat to you… Well to be fair none of them would probably ever be a threat to you.

“Basically. Well I’ll head back to my office, register a fight in a bit and I’ll give you instructions.” With that she heads off.

Once finished you turn to face some of the competition. Well you can barely call them that. Most barely come up to even half your height. Others are just plain puny in comparison to you. You grin to yourself, this is going to be a breeze.

>Talk to some of the “Competition”
>Fiddle with the terminal
>Wander outside
>Write in

>>1040475

> Fiddle

Inb4 we set ourselves on a 3 on 1 match.

>>1040475
>Fiddle with the terminal
Let's get this show on the road

>>1040475
You tinker with the machine before being greeted by lights and a message ‘Welcome to the automated match-reservation system. What is your command?’ with two options

>Reserve a Match
>View Rankings

>>1040551
>View Rankings
While these guys may be chumps we should at least see what fodder is standing between us and RAWK

>>1040551

> Try to reserve a match against everyone at the same time.

For the lols.

>>1040551
>View rankings
Laugh at the idiot named gonzales and internally wonder how anybody could have lost to someone with such a silly name

>>1040551
You decide you might as well check the cannon fodder standing between you and the bird, so you click the view rankings option which fills the screen with the current fighter names beginning with your own.

>Rank 24: Smash King
Rank 23: Goomba Bros
Rank 22: KP Koopas
Rank 21: Wings of Night
Rank 20: Pokey Triplets
Rank 19: Dead Bones
Rank 18: Spike Storm
Rank 18: Spike Storm
Rank 17: Hand-It-Overs
Rank 16: Destructors
Rank 15: Mind-Bogglers
Rank 14: Punk Rocks
Rank 13: Bomb-omb Squad
Rank 12: Armored Harriers
Rank 11: Tiny Spinies
Rank 10: Poker Faces
Rank 9: Shellshockers
Rank 8: The Fuzz
Rank 7: Magikoopa Masters
Rank 6: Hamma, Bamma, and Flare
Rank 5: Craw-Daddy
Rank 4: Chomp Country
Rank 3: Koopinator
Rank 2: Prince Mush
Rank 1: The Great Gonzales Jr.
Champion: Rawk Hawk

Gonzales Jr.? What kind of stupid name is that? And how the heck did someone with that stupid a name make it to right before the champ? This must be some kind of major amateur hour if everyone here was beaten by someone with such a stupid name. Who would ever lose to someone with a name like Gonzales?

>Reserve Match
>Write in

>>1040678
>Reserve Match
IT'S SHOWTIME

>>1040678
>Reserve Match

>>1040678
>Reserve Match.

Its time to get the fuck out of this terrible locker room and into something more fitting of a king; sligtly better locker rooms, then a suite behind the ring. Truly the life to be living!

>>1040678
Having seen enough of the laughably bad titles the other fighters had, you move on to the main event and register yourself for a match. Pushing the button the toad girl appears on the screen.

“Hello there, Mr. King. Ready for a fight are you? Well, all right, then! Let me just check here… Your first opponent will be… Ranked 23 in the Glitz Pit The Goomba Bros.” She hums to herself for a moment before settling on something. “Alright pay attention: In this battle I want you to never use the same move once, OK? You are the new guy on the block and everyone needs to see what you are able to do. Now get in there and bring home the bacon, all right?”

With that the terminal shuts off and leaves you to wait for the security to come grab you for the fight. Never use the same attack huh? Doesn’t sound that hard. Now to pass the time…

>Just stand in the middle of the room MENACINGLY
>Talk to some of the other ‘fighters’
>Write in

>>1040770
>Talk to the other 'fighters' MENACINGLY
You gotta show your domination early. But feel free to let them grovel at your feet.

>>1040770
Seconding>>1040806

>>1040770
>Just stand in the middle of the room MENACINGLY
P O S E

>>1040770
>Talk to some of the other fighters
Maybe talk to your opponent and see if you can get the measure of his prowess.

I'd certainly hope they wouldn't give us much trouble though. Even if we have been beaten relentlessly by mario, surely we've seen enough adventure ourselves to take on some goombas without much risk.
R-right?

>>1040875
Ill put it to you this way.

If we had simply ducked down when Rawk was attacking us, instead of wanting roast chicken (which was an understandable and acceptable reason to not block) rawk would have been fucked up by the many spikes that coat our back. Im fairly sure we could beat a few goombas.

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>>1040906
>If we had simply ducked down
Or you could have just done this

>>1040952
No, no. He jumped UP this time. Not straight ahead.

That was the second of my many strategies though. Most of them require a Sleepy Sheep and literal hundreds of POW blocks. Except for plan 373z.

If we ever have to resort to plan 373z, you had better hope that your God has a rope in heaven, cause its literally dragging us down to hell.

>>1040770
Putting on your game face you decide to talk to your future victims. You walk to one of the Bomb-ombs in the room, and let off a little flame from your mouth before introducing yourself. “Hey pipsqueak, tell me who’s who in this dump.”

The little bomb desperately tries to hide its fuse from your fire and whether it was the fire or your sheer size he trembles under your gaze. “Well I uh… the yellow koopa is uh, and the- I think- erm- the bandits are…”

He can barely speak he is so frightened. You guess its probably not that hard to be menacing in the minor leagues.

“Oi new guy!”

You turn to the imbecile who dares to not call you something more respectful and are met with a rock with red shoes and some spikes on its head.

“Hope you aren’t looking to get to the big leagues, me and my brother are considered the gate keepers round here.”

>”Oh so I only have to smash you to get to the big leagues huh?”
>Ignore him, he has failed to address you properly as king
>Write in

>>1041076
>”Oh so I only have to smash you to get to the big leagues huh?”

>>1041076
>"Huh, thought it would be more of a challenge to be honest." Then turn and try to get info out of the Bob-omb again.

>>1041076
You know what, I'll go and change to
>>1041111

>>1041076
Looking over the rock again you try and find some way he could be threatening. The spikes could be considered threatening you guess, but yours were much bigger and cooler. Other than that he just seemed like a rock with some feet and a face.

“Huh, thought it would be more of a challenge to be honest.” You state absent mindedly before turning to the now missing bomb-omb.

Your eye twitches a bit, that coward. He would pay in the ring… as you plot the demise of the little bomb you here your stage name called out.

“Smash King! Match time! Follow me, bub.” The security at the door yelled into the room.

You grumble a bit, but you honestly don’t want to keep your fans waiting TOO long to see your awesomeness. You will teach the people here some respect soon enough. Following the security through the halls you make your way to a large set of doors, big enough to fit you through without having to duck underneath. Before he opens the door the security turns to you.

“Remember bub. No using the same attack twice, the audience needs a good show of what you can do so give them everything you got.”

You grin, showing off your many sharp teeth to the guard “Easy!”

You hear the muffled announcement of your name before the doors open, revealing a screaming crowd of easily over a few hundred of screaming fans of all shapes in sizes blast through the doors. You take a few confident steps forward flexing a bit and letting off a bit of fire in the air to show off to the crowd and they seem to be impressed if the increase of cheering is any indication. You get up into the ring to be met by your opponents, The Goomba Bros.

In all honesty you weren’t expecting much, maybe 2 or 3 Goombas, but 5? Sure it wouldn’t change the results even if they had 5,000 Goomba’s, but you can’t help but wonder why there is a system where it could be 5 on 1. It doesn’t matter, you just have more fodder to show off your super cool moves!

Few words were exchanged, but the one that stood out was when the toad girl who had apparently had the job of hosting the battles as well shouted out a loud “BRAWWWL!” into the microphone followed by a loud gong to signify the fights beginning, leaving you to massacre the 5 Goombas.

>Attacks (Fire Breath, Stomp, Claw Swipe, Jump)
>Items (Bat)
>Other (Defend, Appeal, Run)

>>1041386
>Claw Swipe
You gotta start off with something simple and work your way up to the good stuff.

>>1041386
>>1041404
This guy makes a valid point. Dont want to show off right off the bat and be left with nothing else

>>1041404
>>1041414
Roll 1d20, best of 3

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>1041467

>>1041467

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>1041467
Sorry about that

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>1041467

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>1041467

>>1041386
You casually walk up to the terrified little mushroom people… The other terrified little mushroom people, and take a swipe at the one in the front. Maybe you are trying to show off a bit, but you miss. Not completely, but the only damage was a nick to the front most Goomba as you claws dig into the rings floor.

Pulling up you notice the Goomba quintet have finally gotten themselves together. You smirk to yourself, they almost remind you of your own troops. Confident even if they are facing a dangerous opponent, they are still probably idiots though.

Your point is proven correct as they throw themselves at your person rapidly one after the other in a desperate volley of head bonks. Unfortunately for them they are fairly ineffective as they just completely bounce off your hard head.

Their move proven ineffective you grin menacingly at them, “My turn.”

>Attacks (Fire Breath, Stomp, Claw Swipe, Jump)
>Items (Bat)
>Other (Defend, Appeal, Run)

>>1041567
>Stomp
Fire Breath could make for a crowd pleaser, let's save it for last.

>>1041567
>Attacks (Fire Breath, Stomp, Claw Swipe, Jump)
Roast them
Spite some fire

>>1041567
>Stomp

>>1041579
>>1041604
Roll 1d20 best of three

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>1041650
Here goes.

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>1041650

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>1041650
BRING ON THE PAIN

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>1041650

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>>1041567
You decide to stamp on the little Goomba like you did his dreams and completely squash the little insect underneath your foot. He almost dodged the brunt of the attack but partially or fully crushed didn’t matter in this case, that Goomba went down. Fortunately it was a Goomba which usually bounce back up after a few hours of healing, even if it will be an extremely painful few hours.

Turning to the remaining four you growl at them a bit “Who’s next?”

The four Goombas only spurred on by the loss of their comrade on they form a semi-familiar formation you think you’ve seen your soldiers use before… They are stacked on top of each other as if to prevent being stomped on, but it was nowhere near as steady as what you have seen before as they desperately attempted to keep their balance and it is not the biggest amount of Goombas you’ve seen stacked. Not like you could with when you need to show off as much of your moves as you can before the fight ends.

Maybe you could knock them down…

>Attacks (Fire Breath, Stomp, Claw Swipe, Jump, Punch)
>Items (Bat)
>Other (Defend, Appeal, Run)

>>1041742
>Jump
Perfect opportunity

>>1041742
>Other
Any chance we could go into our shell and launch ourselves at them?

>>1041742
>>Fire Breath.
Perfect opportunity.

>>1041742
>Jump

>>1041761
>>1041857
Roll 1d20, best of 3

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>1041876

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>1041876

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>1041876

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>>1041742
This is almost too easy. Jumping up an impressive distance for your size, you land right on top of the leaning tower of Goomba and crush the entire thing in one fell swoop. You are greeted by a thunderous cheer as you defeat your victims and are showered with confetti.

“We have ourselves a winner! THE SMAAAAAAAAASH KING!” The glasses toad yells into the microphone, almost overshadowing the cheering crowd. The opponent was easy to beat sure, but the roaring crowd, the rush of a fight… you could get used to this.

After giving a victorious roar into the air complete with fire you make you strut your way off of the platform and out of the stadium. You need to get back to the locker room fast, the next fight can’t come quick enough!

>Session end

Now is the time for any comments, questions, etc. Shill shit next post

>>1041943
How long until Kamek sees us on TV and loses her shit?

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>>1041951
>still thinks Kamek's a she

You're thinking of Kammy.

>>1041951
I doubt Kammy god I need to not forget her name again CAN watch TV with how busy she is and will be, Bowser Jr. might catch it if he takes a break from training to watch. Most likely a minion will find out and it will eventually work its way up the grapevine, hopefully you fags don't take too long trouncing everyone in Glitzville.

>>1041993
Pls stop reminding me I fucked up, its supposed to be Kammy in the first thread.

>>1041943
Good session. I hope we can spice this up a bit next time though. Add some more style!

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>>1042036
Spice you say? I may know someone who can give us some spice...

>>1042071
I totally forgot this guy exists. Excess Express murder mystery when?

>>1042095
Already happened, maybe there will be another if you go on it. or maybe nothing at all will happen.

>>1039757
Wasn't able to run tonight, will run tomorrow unless... I'm not even gonna jinx it.

>>1045233
YOU FOOL

YOU ALREADY HAVE

Looking like I'll be able to run today, as long as something stupid doesn't happen in the next 20 minutes.

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>>1041943
After finishing the fight, you return to the minor league locker room. Even its disgusting state cannot take you out of your relatively good mood. You were the star of the show you just stole and you couldn’t be happier.

Well maybe if it were Mario under your foot… And peach was there to give you a kiss… Maybe a cake too…

Regardless, a victory is still a victory no matter the opponent! And with the energy of the crowd still flowing through you, you feel the urge to DO something, anything really. Whether that be continue fighting, maybe grab some food, show off to some fans, heck you are even in a good enough mood to talk to these worms in the lockers.

>Set up another fight
>Go out and wander
>Talk to the worms
>Write in

>>1049340
>Go out and wander
Accidentally find the deeper, darker secret of the glitz pit that Mario missed.

>>1049340
Seconding>>1049398

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>>1049340
Pfft. Why would you ever hang around any of these losers anyway? You decide to wander around a bit, maybe find something of interest. Maybe you’ll see some of the future cannon fodder in the major league. Stepping out of the door you find yourself in the darkened halls, the muffled cheers of the crowd leak through the walls. They are relatively empty besides the occasional security guard or janitors cleaning supplies pushed up against the wall.

After making your way down one of the corners you find a bandit messing with one of the doors.

>Ignore him
>Question what he is doing
>Shove him out of the way and break into the room yourself
>Write in

>>1049487
>Question what he is doing

If he's stealing, we want a piece of that action, if he's peeping, I think we're good.

>>1049487
>Question what he's doing

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>>1049487
>>Question what he is doing

>>1049504
Pretty sure it's just locker rooms for the wrestlers. If he's peeping, we should just blackmail him.

Unless it's Jolene he's peeping on, of course. Roaw.
Unless it's

>>1049487
“Hey, what are you doing there?”

The green bandit jumps a bit turning to face you “I dindu nuf- oh you aren’t Jolene.” He promptly continues what he was doing completely ignoring you.

“Gra! Don’t ignore me you little thief!” You stamp your foot on the ground to emphasize your point.

He whispers urgently “OK! OK! Geese are you trying to get the security on us? Quiet down!”

The little insect telling you what to do irritates you a bit “Us? You mean you?”

“No I mean us. Now that you’re here you’ll be guilty by association, better not let us get caught or you could get kicked out of the league.”

Kicked out? You? Puh-lease, you were the greatest thing to ever happen to this dump, but the threat of not being able to smash that chicken in front of an audience does persuade you to at least try and keep an inside voice.

“So what are you doing then?”

“Trying to open the door, obviously.”

Your eye twitches a bit, but you maintain your composure. You’ve dealt with idiots far stupider than this one. “I mean why are you trying to open the door?”

“Too see what’s inside.” He states as a matter-of-factly.

“Too see what’s inside.” You reply somewhat unconvinced.

He turns to you a moment looking you over and thinking a moment before realizing something. “Ah, you’re the newbie aren’t ya? Well names Handy Andy, I look for info, rumors, myths, and other mysteries round these parts. Anything you want to know about this place I can probably tell ya.”

>Ask what the door leads to
>Offer to help him open the door
>Write in

>>1049616
>Ask where the door leads to.

>>1049616
>Ask what the door leads to

>>1049616
>Ask what the door leads to
We shouldn't offer to help, though. Doing that would get us kicked out of the league, and we want that belt, just so we can rub it in that stupid chicken's face. And to make Jr. Proud of his poppa... sniff...
>Also, ask him why he's worried about Jolene.

>>1049616
>Ask where the door leads to
We can't really open it ourselves without straight up blowing a hole in the wall.

>>1049616
“So where does this door lead too?”

“The storage room, do ya really got to ask me all these questions? I need to focus on this.”

“I’ll ask as many questions as I please.”

“Well it will only take longer if you keep asking.”

>Question; write in
>Offer to help with the door
>Leave
>Write in

>>1049682
>>Leave
The hell with it.

Head down to the juice bar. A nice juice would be great for winning our first match.

>>1049682
>Leave
We don't have time for this when we've got fans who could be admiring us!

>>1049682
Seconding>>1049693

We may be evil, but we're not stupid. Getting caught is the last thing we need.

>>1049682
No point in waiting around for this loser to get kicked out of the league and possibly get you dragged along for the ride. With an annoyed grunt you leave the bandit to his business and continue to wander the halls.

>Return to locker room
>Keep exploring (roll after vote)
>Go bother that toad promoter you signed up with
>Check the rest of Glitzville
>Write in

>>1049728
>Go bother that toad promoter you signed up with

>>1049728
>Keep exploring

>>1049728
>Keep exploring
I want to find something interesting before we go back.

>>1049748
>>1049760
Roll 1d20 Best of 3

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>1049795

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>1049795

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>1049795
Here goes.

If we roll a one, do we walk in on Jolene dressing up for a night at the juice bar?

>>1049803
I think this is the 2nd time Ive rolled a 20 in one of your quests.

Rolled 60 (1d100)

>>1049795
Rolling to see what would have been.

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>>1049826
>d100 instead of d20
I can't read, it seems.

>>1049728
As you walk away from the bandit you decide to proceed to look around, shame there isn’t much to see in the hallway. Although you have noticed the cheering seems to have stopped, seems matches are done for the day, maybe there is something interesting in the ring…

Your even in luck, the security at the door is gone so you are easily able to sneak your large frame through the even larger frame of the door. Leaving you in a ghostly quiet arena, strolling around the area you begin to look for anything of interest before noticing some kind of… tiny hole in the side of the ring. It is unnoticeable to anyone not this close, but just big enough to stick your claw into.

>Stick a claw in
>Ignore it
>Write in

>>1049862
>>Stick a claw in

>>1049862
>Stick a claw in
I mean, if we're getting kicked out at least it'll be on OUR terms.

>>1049862
>Stick a claw in.

Time for Blackmail!

>>1049862
>Stick a claw in
I don't see how this could possibly go wrong.

>>1049862
You barely get the thinnest part of your claw in, but with some effort you feel the click of a button inside. The stage begins to shake as the rings center opens and a machine begins to rise from the opening. The red cage like structure while seeming somewhat malicious, it also looks like it is currently inactive, possibly from lack of a power source.

You ponder what such a device could be used for.

>Take a closer look
>Push the button again
>Write in

>>1049903
>>Take a closer look

>>1049903
>Take a closer look
Macho Bowser?

>>1049903
>Take a closer look

>>1049903
You walk up to the yellow machine. It really just looks like a big open sided cage with a computer terminal on the side. Fiddling with the terminal only brings up a lack of power message. What did something like this even use for power? Was this some kind of prop for the fights? You stand there pondering what the use of this thing was, I was probably to small for a cage match, that and there was a huge opening.

“It’s a power draining machine.” You hear a female voice behind you, followed by the sound of heels walking towards you.

Turning you see the toad girl again. What’s her name…

“The original promoter of this place used to use it to drain power from the fighters and give himself youth, including my brother.” She says recalling her story.

Wait she was your contract holder right? You weren’t gonna get fired already, you really didn’t pay attention to what was in that contract.

“I thought I would never be able to stop him, I thought I would never find out what happened to my brother…” She solemnly recites.

You probably should be paying attention to the girl telling you all this important stuff, but really you can only think about how hungry you currently are. That and fighting.

“But then he came, the Great Gonzales, he rose through the ranks, became champ, and with my help found out Grubba’s plan and defeated the man. He even helped me get my brother back.” She sounded almost… nostalgic.

“So why are you telling me all this again?” You really weren’t paying attention, you were wondering why she was still talking.

She bites back a laugh “maybe I just want to talk about it to someone, plus it’s not like it matters, this thing is useless without its power source. So I guess it doesn’t matter if someone knows about it.” Her voiced regained its professional tone “Just don’t let me catch you wandering around again or I will have to terminate your status as a fighter.”

You just grunt in response. Only getting the part where you were got off with a warning.

“I really don’t need another Andy…” she mutters as you make your way out.

>Session end
Family shit came up, so I have to cut this off here. Will probably be doing PMDQ next week and then continuing this the week after. Now is the time for any questions, comments, etc.

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>not choosing Kerog as the stage name
you dun fucked up