As they taught you in the group therapy sessions and as you've done countless times before, you begin speaking to yourself, going through a checklist.

Your name is:

Your favorite color is:

The name of your favorite anime is:

>>1089351
Bob Ross
Blue
Chi's Sweet Home

>>1089351
Andy Lee
Blue
Ore Monogatari!!

Holding your breath for a bit, you release it and begin. What is your name? “Bob Ross.” What is your favorite color? “Blue.” What is something you really like? “Hm… Chi’s Sweet Home, yeah.” Now that you feel somewhat calmer, you go to the bathroom to splash some water in your face to wake up. Toweling off you stare at yourself in the mirror. The face that greets you:

[ ] Is delicate, almost elfin, and good looking, with piercing blue eyes and topped with longer blond hair.

[ ] Is ruggedly handsome, with full lips, a strong chin, and riveting green eyes – topped with thick eyebrows and dark, shaggy short-cut hair.

[ ] Reader’s choice.

>>1089415
>[X] Is ruggedly handsome, with full lips, a strong chin, and riveting green eyes – topped with thick eyebrows and dark, shaggy short-cut hair.

>>1089415
>[ ] Is delicate, almost elfin, and good looking, with piercing blue eyes and topped with longer blond hair.

I have to go make dinner and shower, but I'll keep going after I get back. Btw, from now on I'd like it if every suggestion was accompanied by a d100 roll to see who's suggestions/wishes I follow. Cheers!

>>1089415
>[x ] Reader’s choice.
a stern face of a man in his late 40's with grying brown hair one piercing blue eye and an eye patch over the other that bearly hides the heavy scar tisue if a 3th degre burn

Rolled 17 (1d100)

>>1089492
allright heres my role

>>1089415
[X] Is delicate, almost elfin, and good looking, with piercing blue eyes and topped with longer blond hair.

Rolled 78 (1d100)

>>1089429
>>1089492
I'll switch

>>1089429
>>1089473
>>1089513
Sorry about not saying it at the start, but could you guys roll a d100 for your suggestions? I feel like it's the most fair way to decide on who gets to decide.

for the dudes that havend been here in years its dice+1d100 in the options field

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Rolled 23 (1d100)

>>1089525
Also I'm changing my vote for
>>1089492

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Rolled 39 (1d100)

>>1089415
Like pic related.

>>1089492
Clearly best choice for a man that survived the war

>>1089390
All i can thinkn of is
https://youtu.be/Aq344ks1ieg

Aight guys, sorry I wasn't able to update again tonight, but I ended up writing a lot more than I thought and I still need to proofread it. On that note, look forward to a big update tomorrow!

>>1089837
Love that song

going forward I'll just mention that it's an exceedingly awful idea to make decisions based on rolls

>>1091081
Agreed.

>>1091081
yea i have seen to many storys die from rolls landing on shitposts.
just do the "every vote changes the story" thing were the majority decides what happens and interressting single vote ideas can influence the story as well.
that how the writefags that are worth a damn have done it for a while now, and it works.

>>1091197
>>1091081
Agreeing to these guys

>>1091224
Here here

Rolled 35 (1d100)

>[X] Is ruggedly handsome, with full lips, a strong chin, and riveting green eyes – topped with thick eyebrows and dark, shaggy short-cut hair.

>>1091081
>>1091127
>>1091197
>>1091224
>>1091254
Hmmm, what you guys are saying makes sense. Alright, we'll go by majority vote from now on, but on the condition that if someone wants to perform an action without describing how they want to do it, they must roll.

For example, if you want to lie to someone in the story, but can't think up a good suggestion for what the lie should be, you have to roll.

>>1091311
Of course, majority vote will take precedence over rolls.

I have to go now, but I'll post an update later!

Update soon op?

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Yours is a face weathered by life rather than time. If you look closely with your one good eye, the other being covered with an eyepatch which did little to hide the disfiguring burn scar, you really don’t look all that old – but worry lines, what feels like a permanently furrowed brow, and an eye that shows the weight of years beyond your appearance serve to create a rather haggard image.

Then again, it could be worse. Most people your age would be in an old folk’s home, but being an augmented soldier, you look better than any person in his eighties has a right to be. From what you remember being told in the military, you could probably even look like you were in your late twenties or early thirties if your mental health was better – you know for a fact that you could heal your eye. But you don’t deserve that. Your brother died so you could live, these tokens are the least you can do to remember him by. Besides, you kind of just stopped caring after he died.

You run your hand through your hair again, something of a nervous habit for you. The close-cropped brown hair, a style you kept from the military, feels pleasant against your palm. In accordance with the rest of your appearance, though, you note some gray beginning to creep into the dark of your hair. Meh… who would you try to impress anyway, though.

Now fully awake, you trudge back into your bedroom and slowly sink into the office chair in front of your rather dinky desktop. As always, it feels a little small for your bulk and groans under your weight. Then again, that’s hardly surprising, considering that it’s just an average office chair and the fact that you’re 6’10” and 275 lbs - yet another inconvenience from being turned into an augmented soldier.

After getting comfortable (or at least as comfortable as you get in this damn chair), you pensively toy with the open letter on your desk. You’ve already read it several times and know full well what it says, but don’t really want to accept it… you just wish it’d magically go away. Compared to now, it seems like things were so easy back in the day.

You were born and raised in a post-Trump America, which had caused something of a resurgence of 40’s American culture – albeit with a more progressive and modern twist. That, combined with renewable energy sources and an increasing amount of wealth, had caused what was referred to as the Second Golden Age of America. Your memories of childhood are happy ones.

However, one day portals began to appear across the world. It had caused a huge stir in the scientific community, who had gotten themselves worked up causing headlines about the portals being “tears in reality” and the like… so when honest-to-god monster girls started coming out of them, the scientific community damn near shat a bollock, as your buddy Tommy would say.

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Humanity was cautious of them at first, but only a few monster girls would ever come through at a time and they seemed to be technologically inferior – hardly a threat. Because of this, as the months passed, the various governments were so busy scratching their heads trying to figure out what to do with these monster women that they dropped their guard.

Almost overnight, massive armies of the monstrous females poured from the portals – while new portals simultaneously appeared in other areas of the world. Though this, of course, alarmed the various leaders of the world, they still hardly considered the monster girls to be much of a threat - since their technology was roughly at the equivalent level of the human renaissance.

Even when the war first started, humanity as a whole hardly considered it too serious. But the monster girls had the advantage of magic and being physically superior - so when the inhuman women started to quickly adapt to human ideas and technology, creating better weapons and tactics, the human armies found it harder and harder to keep them at bay.

Nukes were deployed and, though the first few were effective, the monster females found a way to use magic to simply cause the nukes to disappear and reappear elsewhere – causing untold human casualties. By then, all the world leaders recognized the monsters as threats, but it was already too late… the Great War had begun.

Leaning back in your chair, which loudly creaks in protest at the strain, you clench your jaw as you reflect that it was during this war that you seem to have lost everything. When the United States military failed to stop the army of monster girls heading for your city, an order to evacuate was sent out. The military had already evacuated the most important figures and had managed to evacuate most of the people in the city while they were fighting the monster horde, prioritizing children. But there still were many left and when the sudden order to evacuate on their own was given to the civilians, chaos ensued.

Before most of the inhabitants, your parents included, managed to escape, the city was taken over by a vanguard of the monster-woman swarm. And as soon as the city was taken by the MG (Monster Girl) forces, as they were colloquially known, the U.S. military remotely detonated the nuke that they had covertly hidden in the city – wiping out both the humans and monsters trapped within in order to prevent MG forces from gaining a foothold.

Of course, it was covered up and blamed on the monstrous female invaders. While many realized what had actually happened, it was more than enough to fool you and your brother, who were placed in a military program under the protection of the government, as orphans.

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The war took many years and during that time, you and your brother grew up to be exceptional soldiers. Driven by hatred for the MG forces and a desire for revenge, you and your brother excelled on the battlefield and soon attracted the interest of your superiors.

By now, all of what was left of humanity had united to push back the MG invaders. Mainly composed of nations from Europe, Asia, and North America, they pooled all their research, resources, and knowledge to try and devise a way to win.

One of the solutions that were reached was the Homo Evolutis Project. Spearheaded by DARPA, scientists found a way to custom-tailor artificial organs known as “Evolution Glands” for soldiers deemed to be enough of an asset to warrant the costly and time-consuming procedure. They were implanted along with explosives that triggered upon death or tinkering with the Gland, in order to prevent any information from falling into enemy hands, but few of the chosen soldiers cared. And among the soldiers selected for this procedure was you and your brother, who both gladly accepted out of a blind sense of duty and lust for vengeance.

The introduction of augmented soldiers granted humanity a major edge, as they excelled at taking out high-priority targets. But there were unforeseen side effects: while stress would cause Evolution Glands to create superhuman abilities that were needed in order to survive for soldiers if too much stress was placed on the body, the mutations would go out of control – turning the hosts into ravening, uncontrollable beasts.

Despite all attempts, the endless reinforcements pouring from the portals allowed the MG forces to continue pushing humanity back. In a pivotal battle, the united human forces decided to pit all of their military might into a final offensive at advantageous locations – using the main body of troops to keep the MG forces locked in battle while sending all their augmented soldiers to try and assassinate the lilim – a royal race of monster girls who lead monsterkind and wield mind-bogglingly powerful magic. According to intel, with them out of the way it would finally be possible to deploy successfully nukes.

Augmented soldiers would generally operate in squads, but the united human forces hastily gathered them all, hundreds of thousands, and put them into five Corps units – one for each known lilim among the MG forces.

Lost in your thoughts, you begin to re-live that pivotal battle. Though the main body of your theater was busy engaging the main body of the opposing MG forces, the target had still been heavily defended. According to intel, every lilim had a personal army of Imperial Guard – the most well-equipped and well-trained warriors that the millions of soldiers in the MG forces had to offer.

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Though your corps had caught them by surprise, the resistance had been scathing and the tide quickly went from being in favor of the augmented soldiers to a stalemate, to slowly going against you. Since it seemed unlikely that you would be able to kill the lilim, the secondary objective of targeting the magical obelisks that formed a magical barrier to keep the lilim and her Imperial Guard safe from shelling became the focus of your mission.

You can see the scene unfolding in your mind’s eye as if it were yesterday. Like in your dream, the orders are barked into your earpiece, except in your memory, you turn to your brother and exchange a silent nod, waiting for the order to charge to be given.

It comes all too soon and you and your brother dash from cover, your voices joining tens of thousands of others in a ground-shaking roar as you charge the enemy. Several times it seemed that you and your brother in the vanguard were about to be overwhelmed – but the concentrated assault from you and your allies was enough to throw the MG forces off balance and drive them back momentarily… leaving the obelisks exposed.

Keeping up the assault in order to maintain momentum, only a few specialized squads detach to destroy the obelisks, which they make quick work of. However, no further orders are given and as the minutes crawl by, the MG counteroffensive is beginning to become impossible to hold back.

Hunching behind the blown-out remains of a bunker, you glance over to see a high-ranking officer yelling into his comms device. “We’re taking massive casualties while we’re waiting around here with our thumbs up our asses! What’re you guys even doing?!” He pauses for a moment, listening to whoever he’s speaking to before you see his face turn pale and his jaw drops. He sputters in response. “Wha- sir! We haven’t even begun to draw back because we were awaiting orders! At least give us a few minu- sir? Sir? GOD DAMN IT.”

The officer keys his earpiece and you hear his voice crackle to life in your ear. “Attention all units! Get to cover, shelling incoming! I repeat, get down!” Many people, you included, are momentarily frozen in shock. The MG forces don’t have the technology to create artillery barrages, meaning…

“GET DOWN!” Your brother’s shout snaps you out of your reverie and your heightened sense of hearing detects a whistling sound, gradually getting louder. He tackles you to the ground and there’s a moment of near-silence before your world turns into one of hellish flame and the roar of death.

Thirty feet away, you briefly see an object hurtle from the sky with your improved kinetic vision, almost directly hitting an augmented soldier. He’s immediately torn to shreds by the blast and you feel shrapnel and dirt pelting you and your brother. Almost simultaneously, more shells hit – indiscriminately slaughtering human and MG forces alike.

No longer in a daze, you push your brother off and you help each other to your feet. As quickly as possible, you both begin to dash in a random direction, trying to escape the rain of destruction. Everywhere you look, it’s like a vision of hell. Smoke and debris are already blocking out much of the light and mangled remains are everywhere, the human ones nearly indistinguishable from the monster girl ones.

You don’t know how long you were running – it could be anywhere from a few seconds to an eternity. However, in a momentary cessation of the shelling, you finally notice that many of the figures running, shouting orders, or merely cowering in fear around you are clearly feminine and clad in the crimson armor and uniforms of the enemy Imperial Guard.

You’re suddenly jerked to a halt and you look down to see your brother’s raised arm stopping you. Directly in front of the, both of you is a gorgeous, imposing woman – flanked by a pair of desperate-looking Imperial Guard. Her pale, almost alabaster skin is slightly tinged with a hint of lilac – complimenting her snow-white hair and crimson eyes. In contrast to her light colors, however, the obsidian horns curving along her head look black as midnight.

Realizing that you’re still carrying your assault rifle, you almost unconsciously switch the fire selector to auto. Thanks to satellite images, you recognize this figure… the lilim Ardat, leader of the MG forces invading North America and one of the most powerful beings walking the planet. Even just standing 20-30 feet away from you like this, she seems to radiate power.

In a low voice, your brother murmurs to you – never taking his eyes off the imperious woman disdainfully watching the both of you. “Bobby-boy, I need you to listen to me, ok? When I give the signal, you run. Run as fast and hard as you can and get away – and no back-talk now. I probably wouldn’t be able to escape in the state I’m in anyway.”

Staring at him incredulously, you snort. “Eric, there’s no way in hell I’m leaving you to die he-“ Trailing off mid-sentence, you notice the wounds along your brother’s back, probably from covering you from the initial blast during the shelling. Shards of metal jut out from wounds that have already healed around them, due to the healing ability of augmented soldiers. However, his helmet is missing and a large piece of shrapnel juts from the back of your brother’s skull. Now that you get a good look at him, his face is unnaturally pale and drenched in sweat, while his eyes have an unfocused look in them.

He gives a wheezing, throaty chuckle – possibly due to a punctured lung. “Y’know as well as I do that brain injuries are one of the few things that can actually take us down, Bobby. Besides, you gotta at least let me act me like a big brother once in a while, you cheeky little bastard.”

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He clears his throat and points to the lilim, raising his voice. “Besides, this nasty looking ice-faced BITCH” he lowers his voice again “… is the one responsible for invading North America and killing our parents - and I’ll be damned if I’m not gonna take her with me.” Judging from the way she imperceptibly stiffens while her light-purple barbed tail and bat-like wings rustle irritably, as well as the glare directed at your brother she seems to have heard and understood his insults.

He notices and gives her a shit eating grin, causing her to scowl even more before he taps a fist to your chest. “Now get a move on Bobby, you don’t got all day.” Clenching your fists hard enough to draw blood, you do nothing to hide the tears now freely streaming down your face. “… Fine. But dammit Eric, you know I hate it when you call me Bobby. Do it again and I’ll kick your ass, so make sure to come back and call me that to my face, you cocksucker. You got that?”

He glances at you with a sad smile. “Alright little bro, it’s a promise. Now seriously, get ou-” he abruptly cuts off mid-sentence when the lilim’s head snaps up, her crimson eyes scanning the sky. Moments later, you begin to hear a dreadfully familiar faint whistling sound. Grinning, your brother begins to stalk towards the lilim and her two guards. “That’s your cue little bro, now get your ass moving.”

Barely seeming to notice Eric, the lilim barks some orders in their language before raising her hands and closing her eyes, concentrating on something. One of her guards dashes forward to intercept your brother while the other one lifts her magical gun-like weapon. Hesitating for a split second, you turn and begin to dash away.

Dodging panicking monster girls and gunning down those who try to stop you, you momentarily glance back to check on your brother. He’s already finishing off the second Imperial Guardswoman, but judging from his appearance, he seems to have given in to his Evolution Gland, letting the Change freely overcome him. You force yourself to look away, not wanting to remember your brother as a mutated monstrosity.

As you continue running, your earpiece crackles to life and you hear your brother laugh over the sounds of struggling – though you hardly recognize his voice, the Change turning it guttural and beastlike. “Hah, this lilim bitch- ow, stop that you silly cunt – this lilim bitch sure can struggle, I tell ya! You shoulda seen her face after I suplexed her, though.” Despite yourself, you begin to chuckle, tears still streaming down your face. Who the hell defeats a monster capable of tearing rifts in reality with a wrestling move?

After you both laugh for a moment over the earpieces, he fills the following moment of silence, his now animalistic and growling voice somehow managing to sound soft. “I just wanna get this off my chest before I go: I feel like I never said it much but… I want you to know I love ya. Mom and dad would be proud cause, hell, I know I am. So live enough for both of us, will y-“

The earpiece suddenly goes dead and you barely have time to register the fact before your world becomes nothing but light and a deafening roar, then darkness.

Opening your eye and leaning forward in your chair, you let out a breath you didn’t even notice you were holding. No longer caught up in your memories, you’re back in your apartment – because you’d rather not remember what it was like after you woke up from being knocked unconscious by that shell.

Somehow you had survived, though, in the following months of captivity with the MG forces, you’d wished many times that you had simply died in the blast. In humanity’s last-ditch attempt, they had taken a gamble… and lost – though the casualties were massive on both sides. It turned out that on your battlefront, the main force on the human side had been losing and decided to shell your position, knowing full-well that tens of thousands of augmented soldiers were still there, in a last-ditch attempt at taking out the lilim leader.

And yours was the front where the human forces had fared best – every other front had ended in crushing defeat, though still with heavy casualties for both sides. With no hope left, humanity had then chosen to surrender. To everyone’s surprise, the MG forces had accepted the surrender quite gracefully and left human society more or less intact – with a few changes.

Impressed by how advanced human technology and society was (and likely in order to facilitate integration), the lilim decided to establish a democratic world order that was a meritocracy – with the caveat that all the lilim at the time would have a position in the new world order. Monster girls were given the right to settle in whichever continent they preferred and the human soldiers from the war were able to freely re-join society.

Most of the human soldiers, that is. Monsterkind seemed to fear the augmented soldiers, as they had been the only humans capable of fully outclassing the MG forces to the point that even some of the lilim were rumored to fear them. So though augmented soldiers were granted the same pensions and officially allowed to rejoin society, they were put on watch lists and faced harsh stigmatism from the monster girls in what was now a monster-dominated society.

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You sigh to yourself. At least after the war, though monsters had hated you, humans had at least been accepting or even sympathetic. But as the years passed and the new generations started coming… well, history is written by the victors and apparently, the only real monsters that ever existed were augmented soldiers like you.

So you had withdrawn from society, content to live off your modest pension – becoming a recluse who spent all their time on the internet, only occasionally meeting up with buddies from your squad. But now that you’re eighty-five, your pension has been cut due to some bill that was recently passed. At least, that’s what the damn letter says.

Sighing again, you rub your good eye. Even though this is a cheap apartment and you hardly live extravagantly, with your meager savings you’ll definitely be unable to stay if you don’t find a source of income within the month. You’ve been raking your brain for ideas for the past few days, but you haven’t come up with much.

Due to fear, hate, and stigmatism, it’s hard for an augmented veteran to find decent work. You considered physical labor, but due to industrialization, there isn’t much demand for it anymore, apparently. You’d prefer to make an honest living, but your war buddy Tommy apparently works as a bodyguard for some bigwig in some monster girl mafia outfit – and makes a lot of money doing it too. And though you hate to admit it, the idea of working with Tommy is comforting – normal society just isn’t a place for an augmented vet like you anymore…

[ ] Use Gobble (the world’s largest search engine!) and other traditional methods to go job hunting.

[ ] Call up Tommy (though he kind of gave up on it, he still occasionally pesters you to come work with him whenever you meet up).

[ ] Reader’s Choice.

Wew lads, sorry about the wall of text. But y'know WORLD BUILDING HUZZAH and all that.

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>>1092441
>[X] Use Gobble (the world’s largest search engine!) and other traditional methods to go job hunting.
>>1092447
betty gud

>>1092441
>Use gobble

Rolled 98 (1d100)

>>1092441
>[ ] Use Gobble (the world’s largest search engine!) and other traditional methods to go job hunting.

>>1092441
>[ ] Use Gobble (the world’s largest search engine!) and other traditional methods to go job hunting.
We got any qualifications, other than being a modified veteran?

>>1092457
Thx man, I appreciate it!

>>1092696
Not really! You have the equivalent of a high school education.

>>1092441
>>1092502
Elaborating more
>Use gobble to see if there's an opening in a private security company. Your battlefield experience would surely be useful there and you prefer not to increase the stigma against you by being on the right side of the law

>>1092441
>[ ] Call up Tommy (though he kind of gave up on it, he still occasionally pesters you to come work with him whenever you meet up).

I'm down for buddying up with an old squad mate

>>1092441
Call up Tommy (though he kind of gave up on it, he still occasionally pesters you to come work with him whenever you meet up).

>While looking for a job check out the news for any signs of the rogue Augment who stole a suit of Power Armor from a weapons depot, You have a bad feeling about this guy.

>>1092441
>Call Tommy
You fuckers want a BORING job?

>>1093592
Working as a bodyguard sounds boring already. I don't know what you're thinking.

>>1093613
For the mafia?
Clearly this means GUNFIGHTS ahead.

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You actually briefly consider asking Tommy to hook you up but decide against it. People these days are always looking for ways to demonize augmented soldiers – no need to live up to their expectations and join a crime syndicate if you can help it. Speaking of which, you decide to check out that thread on 5chan’s /x/ board.

It was a thread where someone claimed that an augmented soldier managed to break into some secret weapons depot and stole a suit of power armor. You’d seen it while scrolling through that board the other day and had decided to keep tabs on it. The pic looked like something from CCTV footage, but despite the fact that it looked pretty realistic, you were fairly sure that it was just a shitpost… this is 5chan after all.

Sure enough, several other posters seemed to agree with you, claiming that the pic was obviously photoshopped and that you’d have to be a tinfoil-hat conspiracy theorist to think that the government has been developing power suits when there hasn’t even been a war in almost sixty years. Still, the pic looks pretty real…

Augh, speculating like this will won’t help with anything. You decide to focus on your job-hunt and open a new tab. Gobble is your homepage, so you just type in “security jobs near me” and take care to click on “search,” not the “I’m getting lucky” or “Gimme porn!” buttons. Damn monster girls and their libidos.

Some scrolling, clicking, and a few cover letters later, and you’ve finally finished submitting applications to all the promising prospects. Deciding to not put all your eggs in one basket, you also look up “employment agency near me” and find an address for a place that’s just 10 minutes away by MagiTram.

It’s actually not too far from where Tommy works and you feel pretty down to buddy up with an old squadmate - maybe you should give him a call when you’re in the area. You quickly get dressed (because your wardrobe is somewhat lacking, as it’s rather hard to find clothing in your size) and you head out the door and down the poorly-lit hallway of your complex.

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After making your way to the sidewalk, you walk about fifteen minutes to the nearest MagiTram station. You do your best to ignore the stares and pretend not to notice the wide berth that people give you. Chains of cars appear every few minutes at MagiTram stations, so, fortunately, you don’t have to wait long.

A MagiTram car pulls up and you step in, opting to cram yourself into a seat instead of standing stooped the whole trip. No sooner have the doors closed than a trio of monster girls approach you. By their swaggering gait, you can tell that they’re small-time punks and if you had to guess, you’d say that they were somewhere in their mid-to-late teens – though it’s hard to tell with monster girls and the risqué ways they dress.

They appear to be a hellhound, a manticore, and a kikimora. They’re all rather scantily-clad in your opinion and you harrumph to yourself in disapproval. At least the kikimora looks embarrassed to be in her outfit, clutching for dear life to the hem of her ridiculously short skirt. The manticore just seems to be straight-up be strutting around in a bikini and the clear ringleader of the group, the hellhound, is dressed in… a vaguely familiar outfit. You feel like it has something to do with anime.

While you’re trying to figure whether or not you recognize the hellhound’s outfit, she stops in front of you, looking you up and down. “So what’s a relic like you doing here? Some people might give you the benefit of the doubt, but you can’t fool this.” She taps her nose with a claw. “Public transport is for normal people, not murderers like you.”

The manticore smirks and takes up an aggressive stance, resting a foot against the seat in front of you. The kikimora just kind of hovers in the background and nervously fidgets with her dress while she blushes and looks around. “Gals, let’s just leave him alone. All I wanna do is get home and change into something less embarrassing.”

The manticore rolls her eyes. “Like, oh my god Sophie – you gotta at least dress like that if you wanna get yourself a guy. As for him, I just don’t, like, feel safe with a nasty-looking guy like him hanging around good people like us~” The kikimora whines in response. “Guyyyys come on, I really don’t wanna do any of this.”

The manticore and hellhound simultaneously groan in annoyance and turn to their friend. While they’re momentarily busy henpecking the kikimora, you decide to:

[ ] Look closer at the hellhound’s outfit and try to remember what anime it’s from – it’s really bothering you (this option requires a d100 roll).

[ ] Ignore these brats. Besides, you don’t want to be associated with anybody who dresses like that. Basically meaning any monster girl then, but no loss there.

[ ] Reader’s choice.

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Other girl.

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OTHER other girl.

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>>1093997
>[ ] Ignore these brats. Besides, you don’t want to be associated with anybody who dresses like that. Basically meaning any monster girl then, but no loss there.
They leave us alone, we leave them alone.

Rolled 4 (1d100)

>>1093997
What anime is that from?

If we figure it out, maybe we can avoid any trouble.

>>1093997
Ignore these brats. Besides, you don’t want to be associated with anybody who dresses likethat.Basically meaning any monster girl then, but no loss there.

Time to take the high road.

>>1094059
Aw yeah, 4/100

We're going for lowest, right?

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>>1094080
>Time to take the high road.
I see this playing out less "Taking the high road" and more "Whatever".

>>1094059
>>1094084
>4
>"Anime? That's those Chinese cartoon porn things, right?

>>1093997
Grin at them and say in the most calm and measured tone possible: "What's wrong, uncomfortable with someone stronger than you?"

>>1094093
In the end that can be seen as the same thing. These chick's are just unnecessary trouble either way.

>>1093997
>[X] Ignore these brats. Besides, you don’t want to be associated with anybody who dresses like that. Basically meaning any monster girl then, but no loss there.

>>1093997 #
>[X]don your 5chan troll face and Bite them with a pepridge farms rant about how kids used to be more respectful, dress better, and how back in your day the monster girls were at least polite enough to kill you(which they were strong enough to do back then, mind) instead of force you to listen to empty bluster

Bob ross remembers...

>>1094143
The Bob Ross meme is getting old. Truly. How about we just make a quest, without previous personality archetypes?

>>1093997
>[ ] Ignore these brats. Besides, you don’t want to be associated with anybody who dresses like that. Basically meaning any monster girl then, but no loss there.

>>1093997
>[X] Look closer at the hellhound’s outfit and try to remember what anime it’s from – it’s really bothering you

>>1093997
Also, I figure I should point out that with the ignoring the mgs, we aren't against them. More, we're against their choice of clothing. It's uncouth. The 1940s culture we cake from would not like it. Call us old fashioned.

Rolled 92 (1d100)

>>1094320

>>1094059
I'm used to playing Dark Heresy, so lower is actually better in this CYOA

You suddenly realize that the hellhound is wearing a decent cosplay of the character "Ookyuuni-chan" from "Wan Wan Shinobi Sparkle~" - an anime for plebs. Where Chi's Sweet Home is genuinely heartwarming and cute, Wan Wan Shinobi Sparkle~ is just generic ninjashit with empty moe.

Seeing someone so openly parading their shit taste makes you is making you reconsider ignoring them... do you want to:

[ ] Still ignore them, they're not worth the effort.

[ ] Blast this weeaboo harlot on her shit taste.

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>>1094376
You guys must choose one or the other this time, due to popular vote and the fact that Wan Wan Shinobi Sparkle~ in my mind is basically Naruto (not Naruto Shippuden) combined with Strike Witches, Highschool DxD, and any other fanservicey/moeshit anime you can think of.

>>1094376
>[ ] Still ignore them, they're not worth the effort.

So this is gonna be roll under?

>>1094273
We literally named this guy Bob Ross.

Clearly you haven't seen anything involving Bob Ross, as he doesn't jokingly wax 'gud old days' like some elderly for the sake of teasing teenage 'thug' monsters girls

>>1094323
And then you go on to support what I was going at for being an old fashioned motherfucker.


Are you bipolar?

>>1094376
Still ignore them, they're not worth the effort.

I wanna be racist towards montersgirls like an old Vietnam vet towards Asians/Koreans, but we simply don't have enough fucks to give to go around acting racist.

>>1094376
>[X] Still ignore them, they're not worth the effort.

>>1094401
No, we haven't.

>>1094376
>[X] Blast this weeaboo harlot on her shit taste.
It would be a crime NOT to put her on blast.

>>1094411
I like it. We're too tired to even hold a grudge or move on.

>>1094435
From the second block of text from OP:
Holding your breath for a bit, you release it and begin. What is your name? “Bob Ross.” What is your favorite color? “Blue.” What is something you really like? “Hm… Chi’s Sweet Home, yeah.” Now that you feel somewhat calmer, you go to the bathroom to splash some water in your face to wake up. Toweling off you stare at yourself in the mirror. The face that greets you:

>>1094435
Don't touch the glass of the shitposter exhibit. They thrive on attention.

>>1094448
>"REEE if I don't like what he's saying he's a shitposter"
>Fails to respond to the logical fallacies which they perpetrated and then had pointed out to them

Our guy is named Bob Ross, he looks like an ageing punished snake crossed with a space Marine, he has the attitude of a filthy weeb who browses not!4chan, why would he not try to troll a bunch of jumped up hooligans?

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Hmmm, since I didn't leave it up to popular vote in the beginning (and since it seems to kinda be derailing things), I'm gonna have a vote now for what our TRUE NAME is.

No more writefaggin' for you until this is settled

>>1094492
If I am derailing things it's because I'm fucking RIGHT.
>I don't like what he's saying so he's a shitposter
>Gbk2leddit

*Cough* Sorry..

What about...
Roland Deschain?

>>1094492
>people aren't here for a vote and complain about it
>going back to that vote and redoing it because someone isn't happy about it
Don't do that. Let em bitch and move on.

>>1094492
I vote Wedge Antilles.
We be best wingman to the end.

>>1094386
>>1094509
Whups, didn't see you until now. Yeah, we'll just do roll-under cos it's only way I've ever done things with a d100. HOWEVER I know you and >>1094509 like the Bob Ross meme name, but if the majority don't and a vote was never done, I'd rather change it.

>>1094509
If folks want it, then so it shall be! (Nice taste in books btw)

>>1094492
Rob "Big" Boss

>>1094492
>>1094534
Just keep Bob Ross and move on.

Name votes are already ass enough without doing them twice.

>>1094492
>Wedge Antilles

>>1094534
I don't like/dislike the name so much as being told that that wasn't his name when it was, and THEN being called a shitposter for pointing out that fact(leddit REEEEEEEEEE)

Let's just name him Bango skank and move on

>>1094547
>bango skank
wew

>>1094528
What's up with that name?

>>1094574
It's a final fantasy reference to starwars

>>1094528
Changing my vote to this

>thread has to come to halt cause 1-2 faggots want to go from one name to another
>not even an original name

>>1094604
Thread came to a halt because 1-2 faggots didn't bother to learn the original name of the MC.

>>1094611
Honestly half the blame lies on OP for even bringing the vote up.

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By the powers vested in me by... well, me - I now dub the character of this CYOA to Wedge Antilles. We now have a +10 when we try to be wingman others.

Now back to the real question. Do we:

[ ] Still ignore them, they're not worth the effort.

[ ] Blast this weeaboo harlot on her shit taste.

>>1094615
[X]put on our trollfaces and pepperidge farm her about how things were better back in our Day, the kids were smart(and could dress better), respectfully, and the monster girls were genuinely scary and actually bothered to kill you instead of bore you to death

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>>1094615
*try to wingman others, fuck

>>1094614
And I just wanted to be done with the matter, which it finally is. Now we move on.

>>1094615
>[ ] Still ignore them, they're not worth the effort.

>we have to do this vote again
Come on, OP. This should've been the winning vote the first time it came up.

>>1094620
The matter was done and didn't need to be brought to a vote in the first place.

>>1094625
>Come on, OP. This should've been the winning vote the first time it came up.

I mean when we were voting
>>1093997
Ignore won with 4 votes
>>1094045
>>1094080
>>1094123
>>1094304

To remember the anime's 2
>>1094326
>>1094059

You could have had us remember the anime and ignored them and moved on, but you completely disregarded the winning choice.

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>>1094625
>>1094632
Look, I feel like I didn't get an accurate vote because I wanted to wait until tomorrow and count the votes before writing. Since the thread was derailed (a trend that, might I add, you are now continuing), I want a recount. I'm not saying the previous votes are invalid, I'm saying that I want the focus on voting so I can include new ones tomorrow.

As for the name, people obviously didn't like it and I was worried it'd become a problem later on as well. Additionally, had I known that Bob Ross was the name of the painting meme-man, I would have definitely asked for a vote.

>>1094640
>(a trend that, might I add, you are now continuing)
>telling you what you're doing wrong is shitposting
If this is how you're gonna run it, you best get used to it.

>I'm not saying the previous votes are invalid
When you have us do the same vote twice, after ignoring the winning vote the first time, you are saying they're invalid.
>I'm saying that I want the focus on voting so I can include new ones tomorrow.
What the fuck does that even mean?

>had I known that Bob Ross was the name of the painting meme-man, I would have definitely asked for a vote.
So, a name you don't even recognize isn't acceptable to you requiring a new name vote, but Wedge Antilles is?

>>1094640
>Knew who Roland deschain was
>Didn't know who Bob Ross was
Wat.

>>1094647
Ughhh come onnn.

1. I didn't say you were shitposting or wrong. I said that you were (and still are) derailing the thread.

2. I didn't ask anyone to vote a second time. I said that I wanted to get back to the question at hand in the story. The story that is the main point of this thread. On this board meant for stories. Not for arguing semantics.

3. I want the focus to be on voting because, by tomorrow, there may be new votes. I like to give people time to vote on what direction a story goes in.

4. Why is Bob Ross not ok but Wedge Antilles is? Refer to >>1094273 (even though I didn't grow up in America, I know he's got a very strong image).

I'm not really interested in arguing this. If all you want is for me to say that you're right, then you're 100% correct about everything. Now let's focus on the story and stop quibbling.

>>1094649
Stephen King is one of the best-selling authors in the world, after all.

>>1094662
Bob Ross is a god, man!
Meme trash aside, the man is just awesome.

>>1094667
I'm inclined to agree, he seems like a really great guy.

>>1094660
There shouldn't have been a first time. You still haven't addressed that you ignored a winning vote. By the way, rolls should come after votes, not during them.

So because people know who Bob Ross is, he's not okay? Then by that logic because people know what Star Wars is and have heard of Wedge Antilles he's not okay, nor would Roland. If you mean meme as in people posting images everywhere all the time kind of shit, I don't know where you go or quests you partake in, but I've seen Bob Ross brought up in like 1-2 quests, and even then he didn't win.

Its not about being right, its about calling you out on your actions/decisions and you fixing/addressing it.

>>1094674
Enough. Nothing was ignored, but I'd like more feedback and Bob Ross has a well-defined image associated with him, while Wedge Antilles does not - at least not to the same degree. That's it. We obviously have different views of what's going on and that's fine. If you don't like the way I'm writing this story, you are free to leave. If you continue extensively posting about topics that are secondary to the story itself, I'm going to assume that you are no longer interested in participating and ignore all your posts.

>>1094680
Okay, so do you want us to carry on voting or what?

>>1094615
>write in
Say to no one in particular "They're not called MONSTERgirls for nothing."

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>>1094701
If you've already voted and don't wanna change it, then it's all good. I'll count the votes tomorrow since I can't write worth a damn when I'm tired.

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>>1094376
>[ ] Blast this weeaboo harlot on her shit taste
It honestly think this is the best way to deescalate the situation

>>1094615
Tell her she's got shit taste and that her friend is a lot smarter than her.

Also, in this world, does cross species relationships only result in MG babies?

>>1094632
Oh wait, now I get it! You didn't want me to redo the vote... but the way I like to write is if someone succeeds a roll, it adds something to the story. In light of new things, people might want the story to go a different way - so the vote is redone.

>>1095081
No, in this setting monster girls can give birth to monster girls of their own species, or male human babies - though the birth rate for boys is way lower.

>>1095204
>but the way I like to write is if someone succeeds a roll
But it creates the problem of making winning votes somewhat meaningless if 1 guy voted for a roll option and succeeds and say 5 other people vote for something else. Rolls should be made after votes are tallied and if a roll option wins. If they want to risk the roll, they can pick that option. Regardless of intent, taking a losing option over the popular vote option is always bad. If you can combine votes that's fine, but if you take one over the other, that isn't.

And honestly I don't even care what our name is, we could be Earl of Stinky Poop Butt for all I care, its just a name. I was just upset we went back and redid the name vote at all. I probably took it farther than needed though. It was like 3 in the morning, and I get irritable when I'm tired.

>>1095204
>>1096159

Well now that we've all made up and hugged it out, can we get this story rolling again?

I got a monster girl addiction and this quest is giving me my fix.

>>1096159
Which is why I don't intend to have many roll options - mostly only when chance or memory is involved. I'm not saying that a successful roll outweighs popular opinion either, but if I feel that it adds new information to the situation, I may call for a new vote. That's how I like to write stories. And though you may not care what the character's name is, other people do - myself included since I need people to maintain interest in the story.

>>1096652
There will be an update by tonight meine freunde~

>>1096808
Ugh, I ended up clocking out way later than usual today - I think I'll just write an update in the morning.

>>1097968
You betrayed me.

Ooo... Looks good

wtf.... QM spilled spaghetti everywhere.

No MG Ryona, I'm sad now.

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>Your text is in blue when you speak.

Though it kind of rubs you the wrong way that someone with such bad taste in Japanese animation is getting in your face, you’d rather not cause a scene if you can help it. Besides, they’re just mildly annoying – it’s not like they’re posing any real threat and it takes more than a little trash-talk to get under your skin.

Crossing your arms, you sigh in annoyance and stare straight ahead of you – ignoring the trio of girls as they focus their attention on you once more. The hellhound speaks up: “So, whatchu got to say for yourself?” Unrelenting, you continue to ignore them. After a moment of silence, the kikimora speaks up. “Gals…” the hellhound holds up a paw. “Ok, Sophie. Fine.” She leans in close to you and hisses: “Besides, that’s what I thought,” before sauntering off with her group in tow.

Soon after, you arrive at your stop and step out. You find yourself in a slightly run-down part of the city – definitely lower-income, but no so bad that it could be considered a rough area. You take out your trusty old Hoekia phone and follow the directions to the employment agency. Stopping in front of an old, but nicely kept building with a sign saying “Monfu Staffing Solutions.” This is the place.

Pushing open the door, you step into a cozy-looking lobby. No one else is there, except for a sour-looking minotaur in the reception desk. She glances at you and wrinkles her nose, before looking back to the book she’s reading. You step up to the reception and politely wait. She continues to ignore you and you uncomfortably fidget, before stooping a little to look through the reception window and clear your throat.

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She gives you an emotionless stare, looking you up and down. “… what.” Despite yourself, you feel your heart sinking… looks like this won’t be easy. Giving her your most polite smile, you slide your resume towards her and tell her you’d like to register for a job. She twists her mouth, not moving to take it.

“I dunno if many people are looking to hire freaks, maybe you should try somewhere else.” Not letting your smile waver, you take out your wallet and point to a small placard on the glass of the reception window. “Well the sign says that anybody can apply here and I have an ID and money with me, so I think everything is in order.”

You carefully place your ID and the fee prescribed by the placard on top of the resume. For a moment, it looks like the minotaur still isn’t going to accept it, but she relents, momentarily putting her book down and running your resume through a scanner and rudely tossing your ID back at you. “There, now get out – you’ll scare away other customers.”

Shoving your hands in your pockets, you silently leave. Out in the street once more, you finally allow your shoulders to slump. Even though you felt like meeting up with your old war-buddy Tommy earlier, you kind of feel drained now. Do you:

[ ] Call Tommy anyway – don’t let some uppity monsters ruin your day!

[ ] Just go home. You don’t feel up to being in public at the moment.

>>1103870
>Call Tommy

I mean, the mafia can't be that bad, right?

>>1099198
Haha, my bad. Between work, studies, and drinking, I didn't get time until now. Better late than never tho!

>>1103870
>[ ] Just go home. You don’t feel up to being in public at the moment.

Probably best not to over exert our patience

>>1103870
[ ] Just go home. You don’t feel up to being in public at the moment.

>>1103870
[ ] Just go home. You don’t feel up to being in public at the moment.

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Maybe you’ll call Tommy tomorrow - the various monsters you ran into today have ruined your taste for being outside, it seems. The trip home is uneventful and you spend the rest of the day making dinner, shitposting, watching anime, watching some old movies, and watching some old T.V. series, until you go to bed.

You sleep relatively well and wake up early the next morning. After making breakfast, you hopefully check your e-mail, though you don’t really expect anything. Much to your surprise, you see an email titled “Offer for Monfu Staffing Solutions Applicant” and excitedly open it. Upon reading the contents, your excitement turns to surprise with a hint of suspicion.

“To Wedge Antilles, applicant number 3068:
This is an automated message. Our system detected that you are an augmented veteran, if this is not the case, then please ignore this email.

If you are an augmented veteran seeking employment, you may be eligible for an Integrational Education Scholarship. This scholarship can cover some, or all, of the following:
- Room and board.
- Food expenses.
- Undergraduate education.

To schedule an interview, please click on the button below to schedule an appointment.”

The rest is a legal disclaimer.

Though you’re not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, you also know that if something sounds too good to be true, it usually is. On the other hand, it’s not like you’d lose anything by checking it out and an education just might be the key you need to find solid job – there’s even an opening for an interview today. As you see it, the only options worth pursuing now, while you wait, are:

[ ] Finally call up Tommy and maybe look into a job with the syndicate. After all, gotta keep your options open.

[ ] Schedule an appointment for an interview this evening – the worst that can happen is that you get rejected, right?

>>1104229
>[ ] Schedule an appointment for an interview this evening – the worst that can happen is that you get rejected, right?
> the worst that can happen is that you get rejected, right?
Its obviously a ploy to get as many augmented vets in one place, and then gas them.

>Finally call up Tommy and maybe look into a job with the syndicate. After all, gotta keep your options open.

You lot are absolutely disappointing, trying to be the big man even though it doesn't amount to jack shit. I say we forget being a sad sack and get back in the game of fighting and killing the things we were meant to.

>>1104262
>going from honorabu soldier to mafia thug
Fuck that shit, and fuck you. You think our brother would want was doing work like that? And for monstergirls no less?

>>1104229
>Schedule an appointment for an interview this evening – the worst that can happen is that you get rejected, right?

>>1104262
I mean, we'd be literally proving every one right about augments being scum criminals and murderers.

[Schedule an appointment]

Maybe we can call Tommy later and earn some pocket money on the side.

>>1104283
Hi there Sisyphus! Taking a break from moving that rock up that hill? They won't accept us and never will, better to avenge everyone who died in the war one broken body at a time than be some loser who thinks that being attacked and ostracized by literally everyone is somehow a victory.

>>1104374
War's over, son.

The only people alive today who fought in it are augments and any MGs who have really long life spans.

You're the guy crying "The south will rise again!" or "The 4th Reich shall come!"

It ain't happening. Time to move on.

>>1104398
Tell that to whatever terror organizations or holdouts are still out there, like the guy who nabbed that suit of power armor.

And are you saying no to violence simply because our enemies are cute monstergirls? That seems really shallow to me.

>>1104229
[ ] Schedule an appointment for an interview this evening – the worst that can happen is that you get rejected, right?

Schedule an appointment. Besides if all else fails call Tommy if we get dropped

>>1104229
>[ ] Schedule an appointment for an interview this evening – the worst that can happen is that you get rejected, right?
This so going to be a trap or something very like it.
We should be very on guard and only just check it out if possible. If anything looks funky we're out.

>>1104229
>[ ] Schedule an appointment for an interview this evening – the worst that can happen is that you get rejected, right?
We legit now

>>1104229
[ ] Schedule an appointment for an interview this evening – the worst that can happen is that you get rejected, right?

Once we get a good enough reason, we go all Vietnam on them.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fpEhs67ViXg

>>1106067
I mean, eventually we'll have to come across SOME people who value our service and humanity, even though we lost.

Right? ;_;

>>1106108
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dC28GBXtf-0
Maybe it has to start with us.

>>1106278
>Maybe it has to start with us.
Be the change you want.

>>1104229
>[ ] Schedule an appointment for an interview this evening – the worst that can happen is that you get rejected, right?

stay on the up and up as long as we can.

>>1106108
Lots most likely. They are probably in less population dense cities and towns, or rural areas that are more conservative and contribute higher numbers for voluntarily military service.

Its the same with the current demographic make up of most nations and North America, even in American blue states.

>>1106108
Given how monsters brainwash people with their cunts and their magical abilities, less likely than finding an honest Democrat.

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Making up your mind, you decide to schedule an interview for noon. If this turns out to be a wild goose chase anyway, it’s not like you can’t just hit up Tommy after. You then spend the next few hours cleaning yourself up, picking out an outfit, triple-checking the location for the meeting, and cleaning the apartment to stave off a mounting sense of anxiety. Eventually, with little else to do, you head out an hour early.

Following the directions to your interview location leads you to an upscale part of the city – full of nothing but offices, firms, and banks, with the occasional elegant boutique thrown in. Put simply, this part of the city simply reeks of money and importance and you couldn’t feel more out of place in your well-cared for but worn-out clothing.

At least there aren’t many people walking since they can afford to do better than slogging it by foot like an average joe. The few folks, monster or otherwise, who are using the sidewalks like you seem too busy to pay you much attention. It’s rather refreshing – though you note that you’re still given wide berth and suspicious looks.

As you arrive at your destination, you double-check the directions on your battered Hoekia phone and nervously swallow despite yourself. The building that you’re meeting at is exceptionally large and grand, even by the standards of this part of town. Apart from the base, which is made of some kind of matte-black substance, it’s seemingly made of a single seamless piece of mirror-like material. The pristine surface of the edifice is only marred by massive letters partway up, spelling “MagiTek Inc.”

Standing at the massive entrance, which seems to be made of pure marble, you hesitantly step through one of the many revolving glass doors – half-expecting to be accosted by suspicious guards. Instead, you’re greeted by a grand, expansive, snow-white lobby that seems to be empty except for several receptionists sitting spread along a large reception desk.

You note that the majority of the receptionists are men – and quite handsome. All of the receptionists are sitting perfectly still and quiet, with slightly blank looks on their faces. The overall effect is slightly off-putting. Unsure of what else to do, you keep walking straight ahead towards them and when you come to a stop in front of one of them, he seems to focus, giving you a pleasant smile - seemingly unfazed by your appearance. “Welcome to MagiTek Incorporated, how may I help you?”

Not used to such polite treatment, you blink. “Ah, I’m Wedge Antilles, I’m here for an interview scheduled at noon.” He seems to lose focus for a moment, the blank look returning to his face, before he nods in response, the smile never leaving his face. “Of course. If you’ll just have a seat for a few minutes, a guide-drone will be along shortly.”

You take a seat in one of the plush chairs in the center of the lobby. It seems to conform to your body, reaching the perfect shape and level of firmness for your comfort. True to the receptionist’s word, a small sphere drops from a hole in the ceiling a few minutes later and hovers to a halt in front of your face, before speaking in a soothing and neutral voice, oddly devoid of inflection. “Wedge Antilles, your assigned interviewer is ready to see you. I shall show you to your destination if you would follow me.”

Standing to your feet, you follow the drone, which seems to automatically adjust itself to hover at your chest-height. Silently gliding a few feet in front of you, it leads you to an elevator, which automatically opens and closes for you. The inside is devoid of anything except an emergency button and a panel, which presumably shows which floor you’re on.

As soon as the door closes, you feel a slight sensation of increased gravity, before the number on the panel switches from 1 to 21. There’s a soft “ding” and the door soundlessly slides open. The sphere hovers out ahead of you and you follow. It leads you past some open rooms, ranging from what seems to be small cafeterias to offices and meeting rooms.

The people in the various rooms seem relaxed and happy, engaged in conversation or work and you’re surprised to note that you don’t seem to warrant more than a cursory glance from anyone – though a few gazes seem to linger on your eyepatch. While you’re busy processing the odd response, or lack thereof, you follow your mechanical guide around a corner and find yourself in some sort of large common area.

A group of monsters and humans are gathered in one part of the room, appearing to be deep in conversation, though a figure in the center seems to be doing most of the talking, her light, airy voice captivating her audience. As you approach, you overhear some of it. “-ome of the folks in the neuroscience department have a hypothesis that the Evolution Gland is more of separate organism than a-“

The woman speaking, some type of monster girl unfamiliar to you, is interrupted by the drone leading you. “Miss Tollemache, your interviewee is here for their appointment.” She looks over with a warm smile, the ornaments on her horns softly tinkling. “Thank you, drone. Stand by for further instruction.”

People in the small crowd step aside to make room for her, some of them breaking off to keep talking amongst themselves or just disperse, while others simply eye you curiously. The speaker walks up to you, sticking out her hand for a handshake. “Mr. Antilles I presume? My name is Charlotte Tollemache, but just call me Charlotte. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” After a moment of surprise, you accept the handshake, being careful not to squeeze too hard as you regard her.

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She’s fairly tall by normal standards but even so, the top of her head isn’t even level with your chin. She’s quite beautiful, but that’s to be expected with monster women – in that regard, her only outstanding feature is her almost comically large breasts. Speaking of monster women, though, you still can’t quite figure out what species she is. You fought many kinds during the war but can’t recall any like her, which means that she’s probably a rare species.

You thought that maybe she was a holstaur, but her long, fluffy tail and the odd third eye in her forehead indicate otherwise. Apart from that, the only feature of note is her clothing – some scanty, scholarly-looking robes that seem to have some kind of Asian influence, or at least the monster counterpart of it.

Seemingly pleased that you shook her hand, the monster woman gestures towards an office that’s larger than any of the others that you’ve seen so far. “Right this way Mr. Antilles, let’s have our chat in my office.” She allows you to enter first before following, doing something to cause the door to slide shut.

Dumbfounded by her office, all you can do is stare, slightly slack-jawed. More like a library than anything, the walls are just bookcases that stretch up far enough that a small flight of stairs leads to a walkway to allow access to the books that’re higher up. Even before the monsters came, technology had advanced far enough that books were an uncommon sight. You’ve never before seen anywhere near this many books in one place, outside of libraries. If this is her office, then she must be an important person indeed.

She ushers you to a comfortable-looking divan and takes a seat in a plush armchair next to it, facing you. Unable to contain yourself, you continue to take in her office a little longer. Every wall surface that isn’t bookshelf space is covered with diplomas for almost any kind of education that you can imagine – according to some of the nearest ones, Charlotte Tollemache is a rank B-4 certified hazardous materials engineer and a qualified chicken-appraiser, among several other things.

You suddenly realize that she’s watching you with an amused look. Blushing slightly, you collect yourself and lace your fingers, turning in your seat to face her. “So,” she begins, “I’ll just be asking you a couple questions.” You nod in response. “Well, Wedge Antilles, at your service – but just call me Bobby.”

Charlotte leans back in her chair and adjusts her robes. “Alright then Bobby, we’ve already done a background check on you, but I still have some areas that need to be covered.” You assent and she begins the questioning, causing an hour and a half to pass. Most of the questions are about your emotional and mental state, as well as a significant amount of questions about headaches – the frequency with which you experience them as well as a lot of odd questions about how you experience them.

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Seemingly done with the questions, she gives you an encouraging smile. “Well, I’m happy to say that you seem perfect for our scholarship program. As previously outlined, it covers tuition, room, and board, and allows for additional food expenses should your schedule require such. Additionally, should you accept, you will receive a monthly stipend to spend as you see fit.”

Charlotte pulls out a document and a pen, pushing them across the low table at your feet. “However, you will be required to periodically undergo psychological evaluation by me personally –“ she winks at you “though that makes it sounds more serious than it is. I really just want to gather data on augmented vets in learning environments.”

Running a finger along her jaw, she seems to think a moment. “That pretty much covers everything, honestly. Of course, you’d have to obey the rules of the school and - full disclosure - should we ever consider you a danger to yourself or others, we do reserve the right to revoke the scholarship if you don’t comply with our requests.”

Charlotte gives you an encouraging smile. “Otherwise it’s no strings attached, just free education with the occasional check-up once you sign. Should this go well, we even hope to expand the program and help other augmented soldiers in your situation.” Picking up the contract, you carefully read through it.

She seems to be telling the truth and, as far as you can tell, there aren’t any hidden clauses consigning your undying soul to whatever the monster equivalent of hell is. In all honesty, this just seems like an amazing deal. Do you:

[ ] Refuse.

[ ] Reader’s choice.

[ ] Accept.

>>1109830
Politely ask her what the purpose of this grant is. We're way too old to believe that something this good doesn't have a catch.

Helping augments is unusual to say the least. Why are they doing this?

Also, accept.

>>1109830
[ ] Reader’s choice.
Read over the contact again, and ask what the catch is.

>>1109843
>>1109872
this sounds way to good to be true

>>1109843
>>1109872
>>1110055
this

There has to be something else

That said, sign the damn thing if we can't find anything serious, better than becoming homeless

>>1109830
[ ] Refuse.
She want to keep a augmented alive and comfortable for study, since we self destruct upon kill or capture.

The monster girls want to reverse engineer the last few bastions of secrets and threats to them. What the do after that, is entirely up to them and at their leisure.

They would likely try and remove the organs from us and put them in their "elite guards".

Remember, our government and scientists put great deal of effort to prevent us from falling into enemy hands.

Ask her what the catch is?
If it's coshure then sign on the dotted line, cause we ain't doing organised crime... No matter the amount of free food we would get

>>1109843

Seconding this

>>1109812
>is a rank B-4 certified hazardous materials engineer and a qualified chicken-appraiser
Was she also class president?

>>1109843
Backing.

In the event we do go rogue now or in the future, I'd rather start up our own group as opposed to being some monstergirl's errand boy.

Suspicious, you slowly read the contract again before gently laying it on the table and running a hand through your cropped hair, fixing Charlotte with a questioning look. “Look, I’ve been around for a while and seen a lot of things change… but one thing that’s remained the same is that most everything has a catch. So what’s the catch here?”

Nodding understandingly, she leans forward. “I know that people in your position haven’t had the easiest time of things after the war, so the suspicion is completely reasonable.” Nibbling her lip for a moment, Charlotte seems to consider something before continuing. “While it’s not really my place to discuss my employer’s circumstances, I suppose her reasons for this scholarship aren’t exactly a secret.”

“I don’t know if you’re aware, but the main founder of MagiTek – Anna Holbrook – was part of a research team instrumental in the mamono victory during the War. Due to the reliance of mamono upon magic until that point, technological advancement had largely been under prioritized – leaving mamono soldiers woefully underequipped to fight the human forces. The team Ms. Holbrook was on discovered how mana-to-energy conversion worked and was the driving force behind the advances in mamono military technology.”

Charlotte waves a hand. “Needless to say, the whole team she was on was a high-profile target. But early in her career, before any of their big discoveries, the research base she was working at was raided by a team of augmented soldiers. Instead of killing the team, they recognized the scientists as civilians and spared them. After the war, since she felt somewhat responsible for the wide-scale destruction caused by the War, Ms. Holbrook did much to help victims and to rebuild in the aftermath. However, many augmented soldiers seem to have slipped through the cracks of society – and the aim of this program, recently started by her, is to rectify that.”

She gently places a hand on your forearm, giving you a sad smile. “We’re all gathered here by her because we feel the same. While this scholarship is meant to be a trial run and we need to gather data from it, we really are here to help.” You sit in silence for a moment, regarding the hand on your arm. How long has it been since a stranger interacted with you like this? As though you were a human being?

Making up your mind, you grab the pen and quickly sign the document, pushing it back to her as you release a breath that you didn’t even know that you’d been holding. She gives your arm a gentle squeeze before releasing you. “This is really brave of you Bobby… I look forward to working with together with you.”

You’re in something of a daze as a drone, presumably the same one that led you here, leads you back down to the lobby. Slightly overwhelmed by the day’s events, you head straight home and unsuccessfully try to distract yourself until you eventually become tired enough to sleep. For better or for worse, it definitely looks like things are going to be different from now on – you can’t tell if the uneasy feeling in your chest is excitement or trepidation.

A few days later, you get a message from Tommy, asking to meet up and grab a drink. By now, you’ve enrolled at the nearby Montropolis University, a uniquely merit-based based school that’s considered to be one of the largest and best in the world. Classes start soon because, apparently, summer break is almost over.

With little else to do, having already picked up school supplies, you decide to take Tommy up on his offer. Besides, you want to try sweet-talking him into helping you move, since it seems that you have to move to the dorms as part of the reintegration program. He immediately responds to your text:

“Yeah boiiiii! It’s been waaaay 2 long since the dynamic duo met up man, we gotta tear thingz up in style. I found this one weeb maid café/bar, which should be right up ur alley u geek. Otherwise there’s the usual spot?? Idk, wherever u wanna go is kool desu.”

H-hey, it’s not like you’re that much of a weeaboo. Classic Tommy though. So are you in the mood to:

[ ] Go to the usual spot.

[ ] Reader’s choice.

[ ] Go to this maid café(?) that he found.

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>>1111173
Having people notice your references are what makes them worthwhile

>>1111425
[ ] Go to the usual spot.
Unless the maid cafe is in some Asian district, its probably full of ugos and hambeasts.

>>1111425
[ ] Go to the usual spot.

>>1111425
[ ] Go to this maid café(?) that he found.
lets go to tommy's pick, we probably wont see him for a while after.

>>1111425
>[ ] Go to this maid café(?) that he found.
Gotta indulge

>>1111425
>[ ] Go to this maid café(?) that he found.

Maid cafe

>>1111456
This is a world of cute monster girls, do you REALLY believe that.

That being said, I vote usual spot because c'mon. We're a weeb, but we're not THAT big of a weeb.

>>1111425
>[ ] Go to the usual spot.

>>1111425
>[x] Go to the usual spot.
I mean come on.

Hey guys, OP here. I got into a car accident and might not be able to post for a while, fingers crossed tho. Cheers!

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>>1114821
Oh wow. That sucks, hope you get better dude. Don't let the Monster girls get you in bed, they'll be after your precious bodily fluids.

>>1114821
Hey op, you should get a discord or twitter or something for announcements.

>>1114821
Fuck.
Man, this quest has fuckin captivated me. Don't know why, but it has. Get better soon dude.

>>1114821
what in the hell
wow. okay, get better soon dude.

>>1114893
>>1115101
>>1115393
Thanks guys! I'malready released from the hospital, but they said that I shouldn't be looking at screens or doing much of anything for a while - so I'll hurry up and try to get better!

>>1115077
That's a good idea! I have a discord, but don'treally know how to use it.

>>1114821
The curse strikes again, it seems

>>1116226
hoping for a speedy recovery

>>1116226
May we can do some small Q&A/worldbuilding while you're out of commission?

Does the MC still have a military rank? I mean, he's retired, but aren't retired vets still called by their old rank when spoken to formally?

Do all Augments look like brick shithouses? We had the choice to appear small and elfin, does the effect the evolution gland had on people vary from person to person?

Is it common knowledge exactly /where/ the MG forces came from? Or why they invaded in the first place?

Also, this thread is about to go off the board, and I don't know how to archive.

Someone should do that.

>>1116226
Hey man, I like the look of this quest and hope you don't give it up. It's always such a shame when a freak car accident snuffs out an interesting quest in it's first thread.

Damn curse always strikes.

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1089316/

Archive is up.

>>1122147
Good man anon.

>>1118377
>>1119451
>>1122071
Yeah, sorry guys. Thanks for the support tho! I'll try to come back, but I'm not really supposed to spend too much time in front of screens until the doctor says I'm aight.

>>1121945
I'd appreciate this! I dunno how myself tho...

>>1120367
Sure! Although my response time might be shite...

The MC was a private first class, meaning that he was not high-ranked enough to retain his rank after retirement. If someone wished to acknowledge his time in the military, they could, of course, refer to him by his military rank out of respect - but in terms of pure technicality, his rank is no longer a part of his title.

Augments are invariably large by human standards, generally ranging from 6'6" to 7'0". Whether or not they are stocky depends on their original build, but the Evolution Gland does effect people differently. However, among other things, the muscle fibers of Augments are stronger than a normal human's, so they're always stronger than unaltered people. To clarify the elfin appearance option earlier, that was more about facial structure than bodily structure.

The MC, having been educated by the human military and taught propaganda - even before secluding himself from society - would not really know where the monster girls came from or why. Honestly, he has also largely been uninterested in finding out, though he suspects (at least on a certain level) that what he was taught might not be accurate.

What he was taught:
- Monster girls came from a different world using magic.
- They wish to subjugate the human race.
- They need the psychic energy provided by the agony of sapient beings (like humans) to power their magic.
- They wiped out all the males of their race due to commandments from their religious leaders, the lilim.
- They are all fanatics and cannot be reasoned with.

What he has heard (mostly from the internet):
- Monster girls have ridiculous sex drives.
- The new education system seems to have painted history differently from what actually happened, at least where the Great War is concerned.
- Male monsters are nonexistent and it seems that humans and monsters can interbreed and that monster girls can have human sons.
- The birth rate for male humans is lower in MG mothers though, so there are government programs supporting human relationships for the sake of procreation.
- The whole "psychic agony powering magic" idea doesn't seem to be accurate.

>>1122147
Thanks dude! I really appreciate it.

>>1122156
Can't wait till we take a history class in school then. That should be good.

>>1122156
Oh I think I'm going to enjoy this quest alright.

>>1122266
Forget history, can you imagine sex ed?

>>1122160
Do you have a Twitter to follow in the meanwhile so we know when the next thread is up?