>>1757519
Steve, the most amazing man in the world.

>>1757531
No.

>>1757540
Steve, the most handsome man in the world.

>>1757519
How about Chuck the Hobo?

>>1757592
I'll actually let you guys play that. Why not.

I'll like some other votes so a consensus can emerge though.

>>1757519
>>A jet fighter pilot

>>1757596
Steve, the most strongest man in the world

>>1757596
I vote for
>>1757531

>>1757519
Jet!
Steal beams!
Conspiracy!
Flying!
Yeya!

Okay i thought about it and...

fuck this.

I had a plan honestly, you were going to go through a twist really early on but i thought it would be cool to hide the main premise till the end but because of that the only person interested is steve and thats only so he can be on it.

And the only people I can expect to vote or play are instead watching a livestream and cant be assed to give me the time of the day when they can watch someone who doesnt like anime girls play a game about anime girls.

So im just gonna give up on this idea and sulk for the day.

Later everyone.

>>1757716
>the only person interested is steve and thats only so he can be on it.
Who's Steve?

>>1757716
>taking my shitposts as actual votes
damn it mimi

>>1757730
>Having the only consistant voter be a shitposter

Look im going to just try again with the premise much more immediately obvious so hold on.

>>1757747
Im the only constant voter cause there was only ONE thing to vote on

Hmmm, you know what. Your right. Sorry. I'll just keep this up and see where it goes.

2 votes for pilot, two votes for steve.

So... im just going to make you a pilot named steve. Writing.

>>1757776

The most awesome pilot.

>>1757820
Fuck off star

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You are Steve, and you are the most handsome, daring, stong, and, dare you say it, talented pilot the world has ever seen.

Atleast that is what you tell the ladies.

In actuality you are the greatest in the UNIVERSE but that kinda sounds a little cocky when you say it like that so you tone down the smug a little, gotta show them that you are still humble you know.

Bitches love a humble pilot.

In fact you were just on your way home, humming to yourself with a bag in hand as you hear a loud blare.

A trunk roars its horn as it charges at you.

>Roll 1d100

Rolled 91 (1d100)

>>1757844

Rolled 55 (1d100)

>>1757844

Block it with your girth.

Steve, motherfucking Oak

Rolled 5 (1d100)

>>1757844

Rolled 94 (1d100)

>>1757844

Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>1757844

>>1757844
> How do you find a pilot at a party?

> Don't worry, they'll tell you.

>>1757858
two 90+ rolls?
the dice gods shine upon steve

>>1757867
Gonna be the opposite of Hex Quest.

> You're popular, so lets fuck whores!

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You leap out of the way of the truck, the truck vering into a lampost, crumpling it around its blackened frame as the door kicks open.

A heavy set man walks out, in plaid rags and a pair of shades under a hat that said TOP GUN, like that meant anything.

What did mean something was the shotgun in his hand.

"Who the hell you think you are dodging my truck, havent you read a damn book?" The man spat on the floor as he cocked the gun.

>What the fuck?
>Im Steve! (Kick his ass)
>Run the fuck away
>Write in a question

>>1758000
>>Run the fuck away
The odds do not look in Steves favor. A retreat into the city will greatly increase odds of survival.

>>1758000
>Run the fuck away

BRAVE SIR ROBIN

Roll a 1d100 to look cool as you shit yourself.

Rolled 38 (1d100)

>>1758034

>>1758000

We must roleplay as steve the great.

> Shit yourself and cry.

Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>1758034

Rolled 7 (1d100)

>>1758034

Rolled 92 (1d100)

>>1758034

God damn O5 with the save.

>>1758057
75 wasnt good enough?

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You stare at the man gun aimed at you...ducking under the blow, bullets barely grazing your head as you reach into your pocket where you keep your utillity sand.

You toss the sand at the trucker, the man sputtering as you run away.

"OH COME ON!" The man yells as you head into the alleys. "I'm paid on head not hourly, stop running."

What the fuck is he talking about? Needless to say you keep running, the man chasing after you as you hear a crackle.

You look up just in time to see a storm cloud form two feet over your head.

Then the lightning bolt comes down.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5QDAHzPIyzs

You come too in a small room, well small area wise. It sortof looks like the bottom of a well if books were used as bricks. Tomes streatching to the vast inifinity of the sky as a aging hag muttered over her desk, a small cauldron next to her on the desk as she peered up and noticed you.

"Oh right, Steve mcsteverson right? Such a tragedy, who would've thought." The woman said, though she doesnt really seem to care.

>Wait. I died? I can't die who will take care of my cat?
>Your responsible for this aren't you?
>How could I die if I'm Steve? Checkmate grandma?

>>1758063
75 is mediocre given the amount of rolls you are given actually. And also well... you were supposed to die.

>>1758170
>>Wait. I died? I can't die who will take care of my cat?

>>1758170
>>How could I die if I'm Steve? Checkmate grandma.

>>1758170
>>How could I die if I'm Steve? Checkmate grandma?

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You scoff, shrugging as you smile at the woman.

"Come on now. I'm Steve. I can't do something losers do like DIE. Why dont you read your book again grandma and figure out what really happened."

You laugh as your face peels off, landing on the floor.

"It's rude to talk about a ladies age." The hag mutters as you scramble to reattach your face, the gorgous hunk of manmeat seemlessly sealing back into your larger more gorgeous man meat. "Now that your little giggle is out of the way I do need your help."

The woman lifts a finger and a book falls to the floor, pages flying in the air as it descends, the paper pages floating in the air and turning into a projector screen as the ink on it blends into the picture of a globe.

"You know one earth. There are hundreds." The witch explains as the globe divides.

"When someone dies they go from one world to another, following the current of the universe these beings reincarnate with no memory of their past selves." As she say this ghosts flitter between the planets following arrows.

"You on the other hand are one of the lucky few who can simply be "Dropped" whole, mind body and soul rather then simply soul. This means you can do things I need done. Is that simple enough for you?"

>Yes, so I'm a hero right? Where is my cheat?
>So... no um... you lost me at "rip your face off"
>I GET it but I don't want to do it.

>>1758313
>>Yes, so I'm a hero right? Where is my cheat?

>>1758313
>>Yes, so I'm a hero right? Where is my cheat?
Do we also get a cape? Chicks dig capes.

>>1758313
> Rip our face off again

ANYTHING YOU CAN DO, I CAN DO BETTER.

im going to bed sorry

>>1758362
FLESH TEASE.

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"Hol up where is my reward?" You interrupt the woman as she coughs.

"Im sorry?" The woman says sipping from her cauldron.

"You are forgiven. See steve knows that if im supposed to reincarnate to some other universe I get a skill right? Some super power that is unreasonably powerful like perfect synthesis magic? Or max stats in all magic. Basically what is the steveness gonna get?"

The old woman clicks her tongue. "Thats a little gree-"

"Also steve wamts a cape. With a s on the back. So steve can anmoumce his royal steveness." You interrupt agaon as your mouth peels off your face... huh. Old people are easily jealous you guess.

"I CAN provide those things... assuming you agree to my conditions." The witch says as you nod.

"Now before we pick WHAT you use... where are you going? These matter you know."

(This helps shorten my power list im offering)
>cyberpunk world
> that gothic spookeyverse
>high fantasy. Empathis on high 420 amiri- dont give me that look grandma
>is that a space universe?

>>1759339
>>cyberpunk world

>>1759339
Steve in space

>>1759339
>>cyberpunk world

>>1759339
>high fantasy. Empathis on high 420 amiri- dont give me that look grandma
we gonna build a magic helicopter and rule the skies

>>1759339
>>is that a space universe?

>>1759410
Changing to space to break tie

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You scoff, tossing your hair back. "Would a mere planet contain the sheer power of a superior steve? Doubtdul. Wed need a universe with interplanetary navigation."

The woman sighed as a black book flew up from the shelve.

"Also..." you add "As a pilot most of my skills and training would be best suited for a place eith advanced transportation."

"Thats the only intelligent thought a brat like you had." The hag said as she pops open the book. "Pick a power."

"I still get the cape right?"

>hmmm this hacker abbillity seems valuable
> ooh master psionics. Soon steve will be master of the sky, the mind, AND bitches
>graftmaster? A entire skillset dedocated to augments
>Engineer... so i can just build a plane?

>>1760093
>>graftmaster? A entire skillset dedocated to augments

>>1760093
>> ooh master psionics. Soon steve will be master of the sky, the mind, AND bitches

>>1760093
>> ooh master psionics. Soon steve will be master of the sky, the mind, AND bitches

>>1760093
>Engineer... so i can just build a plane?
Really useful for this, and other settings. That or Steve hive mind, so all can share in his perfection

>>1760093
Superior fire power, or maybe miniature black hole launcher

Changing this >>1760593
To ultimate pilot. Can fly and drive anything better than anyone. No one can beet the steve

>>1760093
A little precognition to dodge bullets before they get to us?

>>1760093
>Engineer... so i can just build a plane?
Why would Steve need any help getting bitches?

>>1761236
Changing to this, precognition gives excuse to metagame

>>1760093
>Engineer... so i can just build a plane?

Someone tie break please before i do something... drastic

>>1762808
what are the votes currently. Im confused

>>1762853
I count

2 psionics
2 for precpg (write in but whatever)
1 engineer
1 graftmaster

>>1762868

> Precog pls

>>1762868
Fuck it, I'll change >>1760878
Back to engineer. I want those robottech mech planes

>>1762868
There was a mistake. At that time there were two for engineer, now there are three

>>1762910
So 3 for precog 2 for engineer amd psionics

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You think for a moment, all that is nice but... what if you could see the future?

"Steve wants to see the future." You say as the hag blinks.

"That... wasn't a option..." She starts as you shush her.

"It's cool babe, Steve believes in you, you can MAKE it a option, you got the power." You say as the woman blushes.

"Oh you, calling a girl my age babe..." The crone conisders. "I can definitely work it, though a few failsafes would be needed, are you sure?"

"No." You say immediately, pointing to the engineering. "Look at that, Steve could build ANYTHING. How can the Steveness refuse that? But how can he turn down precognition? The options are too good... Can I have both?"

"Both?" The crone flipped a few pages in her tome. "I... supppose, but it'll be half of each."

"That's fine Steve already lucky to be able to be accomodated this much. Steve count the blessings that he has."

"Huh..." Crone said as the pages sparkle, you feel your steveness filling with... something.

It kinda feels like gas.

>Acquired the skillset Engiseer

"So child are you ready to begin your mission?"

>Yes
>No, I don't know who you are or my skills, Steve gonna kick it here for a bit to get his bearings so he got his moves down pat

>>1764273
>>Can Steve take the pretty lady in front of Steve's eyes for a stevetastic dinner

>>1764273
>No, I don't know who you are or my skills, Steve gonna kick it here for a bit to get his bearings so he got his moves down pat

>>1764286
Seconding

Roll 1d50+50 on this.

I say 1d50+50 so that the worst you can do is still a mediocre 51.

Rolled 26 + 50 (1d50 + 50)

>>1766652

Rolled 4 + 50 (1d50 + 50)

>>1766652

Rolled 27 + 50 (1d50 + 50)

Rolled 42 + 50 (1d50 + 50)

>>1766652

Rolled 12 + 50 (1d50 + 50)

>>1766652

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Rolled 18 (1d100)

You shake your head. "I'd love to darling but how often is Steve going to meet a lady as lovely as you? Can Steve get a phone number?"

You pause. "Or... a equivalent, I dont know if phones exist where I am going. Atleast a name."

The old lady chuckles. "Such a charmer. My name is Baba Yaga, darling."

Baba Yaga? Isn't that... actually no you don't know, sounds like a video game reference.

The woman smiles as she reaches into her cauldron, pulling out a cape and tossing it to you. "BTW you wanted a cape right dear?"

Sweet, you grab the cape as the woman sighed. "Items gain power when they cross the planar barrier, so the god dening over whatever world you get sent to may not be accompaning. But if you have this on it should be fine. No one crosses me." The woman smiled, teeth yellow.

"Not since last time."

That was a little hot, the royal Steveness digs scary powerful woman, especially if they aren't trying to kill him.

"As for the dinner, unfortunately I can't provide a resturant in this realm but..." The woman shrugged. "I am sure we can work something out in the next world."

The ground under you glows with a magic sigil. "Whatever you do in that world is up to you. Ruler, or destroyer, just let them know the power of my world and my name. Can you do that Steve?"

You give a thumbs up. "Sure thing babe."

The light flashes and you disappear.

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You blink your eyes open, smelling the foul stench of burning gasoline as you block the smoke from your eyes.

Rubbing your eyes you hear whistles and the tick of gears as you look around.

Well... this doesn't look spacey.

Copper glistens around the alley you are in, men in suits walk around in top hats, gears pinned to their suit jackets as they whistle a jaunty tune.

It's not a song, not the way they are singing it, it's a jaunty tune. Steve can tell the difference.

You cough as you see a small holographic sheet pop open.

Name: Steve Steveson
Level: Level 5 Fabricator (Foreign) Level 5 Seer Level 2 Engiseer (Unique) Total Lv 12

Location: the City of Ichorgear, from the Dimension of Geras.


Um... something went wrong.

>Stevequest the Legend of a Flawless Individual in a Very Flawed Multiverse

>Check the character sheet
>Um... is there a way to contact Baba Yaga?
>Well whatever, time to explore.

>>1767572
>Time to find a restaurant

>>1767572
>Look for a pub. No better place for Steve to get some grub and show off the greatness of Steve

>>1767572
>>Um... is there a way to contact Baba Yaga?
Guys we dont even know if we have money

>>1767572
>>Check the character sheet
Lets see our stats.

>>1767572
Changing my vote
>>1767684
To
>Check character sheet

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You decide its a good time to find a resturant for that saucy date of yours later.

You find yourself a bar nearby called the Rusted Spigot... you don't think its that classy, it smells a lot like tobacco but you don't know what counts as 'classy' hear.

You sit down at the bar, the aging bartender nodding at you before you realize... your kinda don't have money.

Well that's a later problem. You order a water and check your character sheet. Maybe you can barter or have some goodie in here that will help?


Name: Steve Steveson
Level: Level 5 Fabricator (Foreign) Level 5 Seer Level 2 Engiseer (Unique) Total Lv 12

Stats:
Mind: Rank B+ (Focus: Mechanical Knowledge)
Body: Rank A (Focus: Piloting)
Soul: Rank SS (Focus: Being Steve)

Titles: Thwarter of Angels, Traveler, Engiseer (Unique), Patron of the Goddess of Death (A), Lover of Bitches (Unique)

Skills:
Fabricate Lv 3, Augment Design Lv 1, Empower lv 1
Foresee lv 2, Lucky chance lv 2, Ominous foreshadow lv 1
Preview Results (Unique), Create Scrytool (Unique) Lv 1
Bitch lover (SS),


Details:
Fabricate: Create Space era technology, At level 3 Hyperalloy ingot, Microplasma Battery, Shoddy Laser Pistol, and Sputtering Plasma Blade are creatable.
Augment Design: Allows one to use materials to improve a old work, in this case basic repairs of space tech can be done with appropiate minerals.
Empower: If a item is touching Steve with a intake value of 1, you can ignore its energy input.

Foresee: You can guess the difficulty of objectives. At level 2 you can find out if its above 50, 70, or neither.
Lucky Chance: The first two rollers can roll two dice and pick the best of their results. Any other rolls that use two dice HAVE to use the one in the front, even if its 1, 100.
Ominous Foreshadow: Occasionally you get a vision. At this level its almost useless.

Preview Result: Before fabricating a item you can roll and then choose whether or not to take that action. Only works on fabrication rolls. If you refuse to build a device using this skill any attempts to make the same device will result the same way unless something changes like level or circumstance.
Create Scrytool: You can make items that record video or audio regardless of worldtype. At level one you can make a minor dowsing rod.
Summon Bitches: You will not be harmed by Canine creatures. Summon rituals involving dogs gain bonuses.

Huh... you don't think the menu understands bitches the way steve uses them but... isn't this kinda... overly high?

Steve knew he was amazing but damn.

But that still doesnt help you with drinks... The cash icon does say you got no money...

>Whats this inventory button?
>Try to befriend the bartender and get some free booze and info.
>Barter with the bartender, you scratch his back he scratches yours.

>>1768641
>>Whats this inventory button?

>>1768641
>>Whats this inventory button?

>>1768641
>>Whats this inventory button?

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You notice at the bottom, next to the cash amount is the inventory button and skill button.

You thumb through the skill button and it's just a list of the skills already listed, just with material costs for the fabrication and some timer numbers.

Since you cant build anything here, you go to inventory except... hmmm.

Inventory isn't a very stevey name. How about...

Inventory has been changed to Swag

Baller.


Equipped
Hoodie of the Crimson mantel 100% Fire Resist
Shirt of the Iron Maiden 20% Necrotic Resist, 1x use Summon Undead Servant
Denim hide leggings +5 armor
The Boots of Nike +20 speed, +10% Jump
The Cape of Deaths Goddess: Immunity to "Death" Effects, Summon Yaga Lv Max
The vizor of the Imperious Steve: Immunity to Light, +10 to bluff

The Bag of Plenty: Food stored in the plastic bag won't spoil. Can fit infinite amounts of anything that fits in the bag.
The Hero's Wallet: Can store infinite money.

That... aren't these stats a little ridiculos? Huh... All that and you still don't have money.

Though you do have a few summon abilities calling a lady just to get money off her is... Steve's Steve, not a boy toy.

It's a little bizarre that while you have so many skills and powers it's all useless in trying to get yourself a beer.

>Time to ask the bartender for some sortof quest, thats how these things go right?
>Maybe you can just ask the bartender where to get some work?
>Hey you got a bartenders liscence in college, maybe you can work here to earn bedding for awhile.

>>1769587
>>Maybe you can just ask the bartender where to get some work?

>>1769587
>>Hey you got a bartenders liscence in college, maybe you can work here to earn bedding for awhile.

>>1769587
>>Maybe you can just ask the bartender where to get some work?

>>1769587
>>Maybe you can just ask the bartender where to get some work?
Or at the least, what rumors are going around.

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You decide the best thing to do is ask what's available.

"Excuse me?" You ask the bartender, a middleaged portly man with more piercings then a portly man deserves to have, brass metal gilding thorough his lips, as he tilted his head and looked at you.

"Ha?" If you aren't going to order anything leave.

A bit rude but that makes sense. "Speaking of paying, is there anything that pays ME? I'm looking for work."

The man scowls before thumbing to a series of papers on the wall. "Thats the quest board, if you bring proof of whats done there, I'll pay you. Usually though its for customers but if mr wealthy is too good for our establishment, then there's no helping it."

Huh... you think he's on some mistaken assumptions, at the least thinks your a asshole rather then merely broke.


You look at the quest board, as expected its kinda... fantasyish, with different values relative to the difficulty.

But what to pick?

>Oh hunting rats is a classic, it also seems to be this companies basement
>Gathering Cogseed... you guess its a herb?
>Oh is this a messenger quest?

All in all they are pretty classic starters.

>>1770750
>>Oh hunting rats is a classic, it also seems to be this companies basement
Just to ease us into the mood.

>>1770750
>>Oh is this a messenger quest?
Simple A to B! Also lets us explore some more

>>1770750
>All at once
More efficiency completing them all in same outing

>>1770750
>Oh hunting rats is a classic, it also seems to be this companies basement

>>1771696
this

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You decide the best thing to do is hunt rats.

If your a adventurer you have to fight rats right? It's like, THE first quest.

Sure you could try to do something stupid and flashy and storm the king... do they have kings here? Point is you could do something overly dramatic but that seems cocky and people like that don't get much company.

You did say you were humble earlier, just cause you know your great doesnt mean your entitled.

You take the job to the bartender. "Yo can the steve get a dinner with that copper. Steve new in town and dont know how much is what."

The bartender looks at you with a raised eye. "You don't know how much things are and your wearing that? Did you steal... oh your one of those types aren't you." The man scratches the back of his head. "My bad didn't know you was one of them heroes. Shit I should... call that in or something."

You aren't sure thats a good idea with the low profile thing... Then again you ARE a pilot you don't think low profile is your thing.

From what he explains money is a base 16 system, with copper being worth about a twenty five cents, a brass coin worth 4 dollars, and a gold coin worth 64.

Denominations higher than that are usually done through banks.

So since the jobs 4 brass you can easily pay for food with it.

You descend into the basement, giant rats scurrying on the floor under you... and by giant you mean GIANT, green boils pulsing on their hide as they notice you, hissing.

Why... why does this bartender have rats like this in his basement anyway? Sure the drainpipe seems shattered on the floor but isn't this... unsanitary?

>Hey maybe you have magic! Just... improv it it'll be fine.
>Lets try that Summon Undead shirt power
>Alright Rats, its time to get your steve on.

>>1773589
>>Alright Rats, its time to get your steve on.
Lay down a funky beat, while beating down funky rats.

>>1773589
>>Alright Rats, its time to get your steve on.

Lets roll for rat punches

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>1773859

Rolled 34 (1d100)

>>1773859

Rolled 76 (1d100)

>>1773859
This quest could be better

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You walk down the steps, your cape billowing in the... wait your indoors, why is it billowing?

Whatever it's cool, maybe it's just a magical effect.

You glare at the rats, cracking your knuckles as you step into the cellar floor. The rodents eye you warily, beady dots of hate staring straight at you as the swarm circles around.

You get into a karate stance, well you don't know karate but you've seen movies, motioning for the horde to charge.

As if on cue the horde charges you, several of them immediately falling to your opening punt. Rodents soaring into the air like infested footballs as you end your kick with a stomp, crushing others in your feet.

You feel the swarm gather, using sheer numbers to overcome what they lack in leg power.

You see a rat open its mouth teeth razor sharp as they bit into your leg, your thigh searing with... nothing.

You grab the rat, tossing him into the wall as you continue to wrench them off. It appears with their limited attack strength the rats can barely injure you. Though in such vast numbers it kinda feels like someone slapping a sunburn.

As the brawl continues the tide abats, rats simply stop charging back into the fray and fleeing after the first punt.

"SQUEAK!" You hear as a giant rat walks into the room... well you called them giant rats before but they were the sizes of shitzus.

This was the size of a great dane.

>Wrestle the rat.
>Keep using those punching techniques
>...Okay time to yell at the bartender how the FUCK is a rat this big in the cellar?

>>1773993
Well... sorry but...

I can't work with simple "meh." I'm not saying your wrong, its just "make better" isn't exactly a button on the keyboard.

>>1774045
>>Wrestle the rat.
headlock this bitch, make him tap

>>1774045
>>Keep using those punching techniques
Maybe grab a few of the smaller rats by their tails and use their bodies as a flail?

>>1774065
Supporting

>>1774065
Support

Roll for the ratchucks

Rolled 55 (1d100)

>>1775383

Rolled 88 (1d100)

>>1775383

Rolled 48 (1d100)

>>1775383

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You look around, if your going to fight this rodent your going to need help...

You grab two rats, tying their squirming tails together to make a makeshift nunchucks.

Since you don't have any weapons this is the best you can do for now.

You spin the weapons, your weapon squeaking as you encircle your foe. The giant rat growls as it circles the other way, its claws scratching the floor as you glare at each other in this cellar of musty alcohol crates and cigars.

The rat lunges first, you dive out of the rodents path, swinging your rats into the rat eye as you back up, ducking under a devastating lash of the rat's tail.

You charge, rat spit spraying onto your face as you hold the giant's gaping may back by your chain, kneeing the rat in the stomach as it swipes your leg.

That one does hurt, and you break away, cracking your neck as you stare down the rat.

It's injured heavily but unlike its lesser brethren who are cowering around you, its still glaring at you. Even rats have their pride you guess.

>Keep fighting, this rodent needs to go down
>You know what, you respect this rat, tame it.
> write in

>>1776270
>>You know what, you respect this rat, tame it.

>>1776270
>>Keep fighting, this rodent needs to go down

>>1776270
>>You know what, you respect this rat, tame it.
Rat buddy!

>>1776270
>>You know what, you respect this rat, tame it.

This shkuld be a easy roll but lets see how well you win

Also name it

Rolled 55 (1d100)

>>1777211
you know mimi, its hard to figure out what you want sometimes.
Also "Gary."

>>1777256
As in what i want you to do?

Im wingin this. Its just your soul stat js high enough to do the comrade though battle thing.

What i want to do is have you guys roll so we can see how good you and the rat team up is as well as provide a false sense of motion to the quest so it seems like more stuff is happening when i can only really update like once a day.

Also the rats a girl i shouldve mentioned that first

Rolled 1 (1d100)

>>1777211
Rolling?

Rolled 1 (1d100)

>>1777211
Willard

Rolled 97 (1d100)

>>1777211

>>1777523
>>1777902
RIP

>>1777523
You know normall the 97 negates but you rolled 1 twice...

This is going to be a tricky post.

>>1777379
Name her Bessy or some stupid name like that

On a scale of one to fivw with five being death amd reincarnating again, how willing are you to be fucked here?

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>>1779452
about three and a half my dude

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You hold your hand out to the rat, dropping your nunchucks. The foe was worthy, you don't want to hurt someone who was such a good fight.

You kneel to the rat smiling. "Hey, would you like to come with me."

>1

The Rat hisses, seeming to think this was some sortof trap. You guess you can't expect a success so early on, the rat strickes out with a claw.

>1

Your glasses clatter the floor, three red lines dripping down your face as your clutch your right eye, bitting down your scream as the Rat scuttles away, seemingly vanishing under the open drain with the others as you hiss, that swipe went right in your eye. You knew she was attacking you were just cocky and slow.

You try to blink the eye open but fail to see anything outta it. Yup its shot.

Stumbling upstairs, you pick up your shades as you slump in the barstool, blood dripping on your cape.

"Excuse me sir." You tell the bartender. "I require medical attention."

You then black out.

>97

"Yoohoo~" You hear a woman whispear as you come too, medical bandages hidden under your shades.

You blink your eyes... eye open, a woman on the young side of middle aged sitting to the side of you smirking.

"So the great Steve lost to a rat. Pffft" The woman held back a giggle. "And to think Todd tried so hard to get you."


> ...Todd?
>Who are you
>[write in]

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Incidentally rest assured this is not the last you've seen of "The Rat"

>>1779879
>> ...Todd?

>>1779879
We gonna get a kick ass eye patch.
And
>[write in]
>Shouldn't of tried to tame it.

>>1780193
Second

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You groan staring at the woman as you rub your face, your bandages itch.

"I shouldn't of tried to tame it."

"Silly, Rats are social creatures but they are still Monsters. They don't accept a leader unless you have the [Tame] skill line, otherwise well... most humans kill them on sight so..."

You groan, god damn and you thought your SS would've helped, "Well the rat hesitated so I thought I got through to it."

The woman shrugged. "Maybe you have a talent for the tamer line, if you get a trainer you can go into that class. You can take as many as you want it's just the powerful abilities are usually for people committed to a certain class. "

You shrug. Food for thought.

"So Baba what happened to the rat anyway?" You recognize the woman as your employer, you dont forget a lady, especially not a god... even if she is several centuries younger.

The woman pouts. "Oh and I thought I hid pretty well, as for the rat it escaped. But since its gone you did clear the quest."

Well at least for that. "So... do I need a eyepatch now?"

The goddess tilted her head. "Wearing a eye patch under your sunglasses?"

"So?"

"Nothing."

>Meanwhile

A rat scurries under the sewers, liking its wounds as a bell sounds off in its head.

~Title Gained, Hero Slayer
~Level up received
~Level up received
~Level up received
~Level up received
...
Well now what should you do.

>So about that date?
>Wasn't I supposed to be in a cyberpunk setting? This isn't very cyber it seems steampunk fantasy.
>Now that i can see my sheet I have some questions
>What AM I supposed to do ?

>>1783981
>>1783981
>Wasn't I supposed to be in a cyberpunk setting? This isn't very cyber it seems steampunk fantasy.
Even though it wasn't cyberpunk we were supposed to go to, it was a space universe, unless they mean the same thing.

>>1783981
>>Wasn't I supposed to be in a cyberpunk setting? This isn't very cyber it seems steampunk fantasy.

>>1783981
>>So about that date?

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You cough as you get up, your blood loss seemingly recovered... somehow. You guess you were healed while unconscious.

"So, shouldn't I be in a space age setting anyway? Wasn't that the whole point of me being a engiseer?"

Baba yaga scratches her head. "Yeah I don't know whats up with that myself, though this does happen. Even to gods we can't always wave a hand and say "This gets done" the currents of death do what they please, it helps with balance."

"Balance?" You ask as the woman shrugs.

"Basically the reason heroes like you exist is to represent your god and show off how powerful your world is and therefore how we deserve the pantheon seat. Each god devises their idea of perfect and then takes the most perfect person from that world and throws them into a different world to show them off to that god... and maybe ruin their stuff. Likewise by showing off that world to the hero they can convince them they are a better god."

So the entire multiverse is... neighborhood one upsmanship? Huh.

"So what did you do to my universe? Since you presumably own that." You ask as Yaga lifts a eyebrow up.

"Why would I bother doing that? That doesn't seem very fun. I just let things go as is. Probably why no heroes ever show up there."

Well your wounds are mostly healed now, you should be able to either keep asking questions or go and do something.

>Grill her on more info, why is she here? Why is she younger.
>The same as before but also ask for money. Your broke and she is a god.
>Thank the god for your time, collect the money from the job, and go see if you can get a longer standing career... maybe as a adventurer or something relating to your fabrication job
>Ask about this world in specific, like how the gods and magic works.

>>1786764
>>The same as before but also ask for money. Your broke and she is a god.

>>1786764
>>Ask about this world in specific, like how the gods and magic works.
Magic engineer is what we wa... no what we NEED.
Think of the golems an engineer can create, the machines. The sex bots.

>>1786764
>I did promise you a date. Let the Steve collect his reward and take you out for dinner.

>>1786812
For the record your still a level 5 Fabricator, each of the different 'settings' have one or two crafting classes based on their magic/age level.

So you got the space age one and you may doube up if you try to focus on learning crafting from a different world. And youd not be able to learn any foreign classes where your foots not in the door already.

So you can level up fabricator but dont expect rune smith.... unless you die or something.

>>1786812
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>I did promise you a date. Let the Steve collect his reward and take you out for dinner.

>>1786764
>I did promise you a date. Let the Steve collect his reward and take you out for dinner.

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You think "Well anyway, we can take this somewhere else, I did promise you a date, and I literally shredded blood getting the cash for it." You say pointing to your bandaged eye.

Baba yaga frowns, the youthened face creasing into a worried scowl as she considers this. "Are you sure your okay, you did almost die."

You shrug. "It's not like I'll get anywhere if I just sit around." You say as you head down the stairs.

It appears you were set up in the upper floor of the Rusted Spigot, the bar's brass tables glistening at you as you walk downstairs. The bartender nodded at you. "Looks like you bit off more then you can chew." The bartender says as you scowl.

"I wasn't used to fighting rats as big as me, why were they even there?" You say as the bartender hands you four brass coins. Some weird gear emblem on the right side and a skeleton on the other.

"Oh, I was raising them." The bartender said. "But my blasted tameaphone broke and they all went wild."

>Tameaphone?
>So... is there any good date spots a man on a four brass budget can go to?

Oh since this is on page nine I guess we are making a new thread soon.

Look for Steve's Flawless Reincarnation adventure part 2 soon

>>1788515
>>Tameaphone?

>>1789548