>>1883765
Lu-Bu

>>1883765
Billy "Bat" Iwo

>>1883792
I'll second Billy Iwo

>>1883765
>chado Sandākokku

>>1883790
>>1883792
>>1883814
As of now, Iwo Billy-kun is winning. Waiting about 8 more minutes so ya'll can GET IN HERE.

>>1883814
>>1883792
>>1883790
Writing.

>>1883824
This one gave me good chuckle.

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>>1883792
>>1883814
>Billy "Bat" Iwo

Oh yeah,

You’re Iwo William-kun, better known as Billy the Bat Iwo for your choice of weapon. The baddest motherfucker to ever grace Rokujo High. Your name betrays your status as a half-breed, your father was soldier from the United States who was stationed around there before finding your mom and having you.

Put your hand to your head, and you realize your bleeding quite a bit. Typical for a head wound, but it make you wary. You should probably find somewhere to rest and take care of this.

>Look for signs of civilization
>Follow the dirt path you noticed earlier

>>1883895
>Follow the dirt path you noticed earlier

>>1883895
>Follow the dirt path you noticed earlier

>>1883895
>Follow the dirt path you noticed earlier

>>1883895
>>1883899
>>1883927
>>1883962
>Follow the dirt path you noticed earlier.

Remembering the phrase "All roads lead to Rome", you decide to set out briskly on the nearby beaten-path to find your way.

You reminisce on what happened to get you to such a strange place as you walk this road alone.

“So how’s about treating me to lunch Takeo-san?”

“Y-yeah of course, please t-take it sir,” Takeo murmurs nervously, completely pinned against the brick wall at the back of Rokujo High by the scruff of his uniform collar.

“That’s what I thought, you fat lard. You need to go on a diet anyways and stop sitting out of gym period and oogling the girls. Look at youself. You’re a disgrace.”

You can’t stand the look of this nerdy, pasty excuse for a classmate. He’s begun to sweat uncontrollably from a combination of fear and a lack of good health. You drop him to the ground without warning, before he starts getting his gross sweat all over your uniform and turn the other way. Grabbing his personal belongs, you fish through his trash, tossing out all kinds of dumb shit, like those really expensive dolls that look like anime characters, to find his lunch-box. After grabbing the bento box, you inspect the inside, you’re not about to pollute the well kept machine that was your own body with garabage like Takeo-san has. It seems okay at first glance, grilled chicken with rice, vegetabl-

”...The fuck is this?” you ask your groveling victim.

You pull out some of the contents of your newly aquired luch, a boatload worth of higashi. The delicately made candies disgust you. You are not fond of sweets, especially fancy lumps of sugar such as these.

“Here, take these.”

You wrap up the sweets and place them with surprising gentleness in front of Takeo-san. He doesn’t react. Perhaps looking at you might cause him to piss himself. Having taken what you needed, you give him a word of advice, the malice gone from your voice.

“I seriously recommend talking to your mother about not packing your lunch with such unnecessary sweets, it’s really not good for you, Takeo-san.”

“Thank you sir!!” He blurts out in terror.

You take your spoils under your arm before making your way out. You have that sick feeling that you were witnessed in the act, but shake it off, remembering how you dragged this fool across the damn school to be unseen. You raise your hand in dismissal as you walk away.

“Thanks for the meal.”

That’s much better. You didn’t think you’d be able to survive on an empty stomach for the third day in a row, not being able to afford anything beyond one of those shitty vending machine coffees. You weren’t about to do that again for the third day in a row. Fuck that shit

_________________________________________________

>>1883981
You enjoy your hard earned meal in class, ignoring the cowardly stares of your classmates as you grace them with your presence this lunch period. After finishing, you decide to skip out on this boring-ass class, but as your leaving, you here a familiar voice call you by name as you walk out the door.

You know the person addressing you well, you turn to reciprocate in a slightly warmer tone than you would with others without a better history with you.

Who is this person to you?
>Your Little Brother - He’s not hard like you, but you’re his hero.
>Your Best Friend - He’s a bit of a nerd, yet he’s still your best bro for life.
>Your Childhood Friend - An old friend, she’s become very mousy and shy recently.

>>1883991
>>Your Little Brother - He’s not hard like you, but you’re his hero.
We need to be an Aniki!

>>1883991
>Your Little Brother - He’s not hard like you, but you’re his hero.

>Your Best Friend - He’s a bit of a nerd, yet he’s still your best bro for life.

>>1883991
>Your Childhood Friend - An old friend, she’s become very mousy and shy recently.

>>1883991
>Your Little Brother - He’s not hard like you, but you’re his hero.

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>>1883991
>>1884006
>>1884012
>>1884015
>>1884018
>>1884029
>Your Little Brother - He’s not hard like you, but you’re his hero.

“Billy Bat-Niisan!!”

It was your little brother, Iwo Johnny. He’s 3 years your younger. The family resemblance is strong between the two of you. He looks just like a miniature, less aged version of you, but that’s where your similarities end. Your younger sibling is not hard and tough like you, and is of good temperament and nature. You keep it that way ever since you became the man of the house and became responsible for him and the rest of your family. He’s a good kid, and he worships the ground you stand on like a hero, much different from the treatment you get around here. What was he doing here? Rokujo mid is a few of blocks away. You remember dropping by once when you got word your little brother was getting bullied. You’ve only ever had to do this once, they way it should be done.

“What the hell are you doing here twerp, the school won’t want me back after they discover that I’m the evil clone.” You try to keep a serious tone as you crouch to meet him at eye level, headpatting him hard and rough enough that he can’t stand up straight. You break character as you chuckle your words out.

“I came here to see you of course. It’s lunchtime now. I’m skipping out on English class, it’s so boring, I’m too good at it, since you taught me everything I need to know.” He answers through his own laughter. He tries to regain his composure to show his confidence in himself to affirm you of his success.

You want to get upset with him for being so reckless, but he’s your little brother. you feel responsible for his behavior, not being the best influence a younger brother could have. It’d be best to indulge in him now and discipline him later. You don’t need him to become cruel and disillusioned like you.

“I wanted to ask you something, Niisan.”

You look your brother in the eyes and give him attention, prompting him to speak.

“I’m getting this new game that came out today, I wanted to know if you wanted to play with me?, It’s called Hero’s Fantasy 2. Everyone is going to have a copy. I saved up just enough money to get it before the release, I’m super excited!”

You haven’t had the time or the patience to play any video games as of late like you once did. It’s honestly not something you’re that interested in, to be honest. On the other hand, it’s been some time since you’ve actually spent quality time with your little brother. Why not? It’s better than him running into your goddamn high school for attention.

“Yeah, sure. As long as you get back to school before your English class starts.”

“I don’t wanna go to English, Niisan, but I’ll do it as long as you hang out with me later, I’ll meet you at the game store between our schools, See you then!” He chirps happily.

>>1883991
>>Your Best Friend - She’s a bit of a nerd, yet she’s still your best bro for life.

>>1884111
As your little brother happily runs out, you notice you’ve become the center of attention in the hallway. One quick glare from you at any onlookers that thought it’d be a good idea to eavesdrop sets them back into their usual school motions at doubletime and as if nothing happened, not wanting to meet the animosity behind your eyes.

The store is a couple of blocks away from here. Getting a new game It’s something you would have done together in the past, but not right now. Ever since you started your delinquency, and became the man of the house, you’ve become a bitter, gangster motherfucker. You’ve developed into quite the ner-do-well attitude with a rather intense personality and left your loved ones behind emotionally in doing so with these delinquent traits you’ve developed.

What kind of traits have you developed?
Pick 4

>Pet Peeve
You have a peculiar disposition about a certain thing, often times to can't control your anger when someone does something that really pisses you off involving this thing in particular.
The frenzy that follows can be circumstantially beneficial

Roll a D6 to determine your Pet Peeve.

>Manly
Though your demeanor can be quite serious and your attitude unpleasant, your well built, dark, grisled features are the epitome of masculinity. Girls like it and other guys respect it.

>Code
You are far from a saint, having a reputation for being a disrespectful hooligan by most authority figures. Paradoxially you live by very particular principles of honor and refuse to break them.

Roll a D6 to determine your Code

>Clever
While most would see you as a tactless brute, you have proven to be quite a sharp thinker, and have a way with words, especially when it comes to being convincing and engaging in witty banter.

>Big Guy
One of your most distinguishing features is your freakish height and size as a teenager. This trait is very intimidating to others when you know how to throw your weight around, and with good reason seeing as your all the stronger for it. Fighting against such you alone is often a very painful prospect, for them!

>Fight'n Spirit
Whether due to an abnormally thick skull, or your undying will, you refuse to take shit from anyone, and don't go down easily in a fight. This makes you harder and gives you the energy to keep up a a frightening level of stamina and endurance.

>Belligerent
Your not necessarily a bad guy on the inside, but your character has become one of barely contained anger on the inside due to the trials and frustrations of the past. When unleashed, your rage is legendary.

Cont. 1/2

>>1884135
Cont. 2/2

>Master of Disaster
You've always been a pretty violent fighter, however your propensity for property damage is so great, they don't allow you in certain classrooms anymore for fear of damaging expensive equipment. You are more a force of nature than an ordinary man.
You are a master of using the environment to hurt people more and an expert at smashing stuff to pieces

>Skulking Menace
Avoiding authority has always been your strong suit. You managed to acquire the useful skill of laying low and creating the illusion you are not in trouble. Others have difficulty keeping tabs on you as you misbehave.
You can be quite stealthy when you feel like it, and get out of trouble with some effort as long as you aren’t caught red-handed.

>Eyes of Delinquency
You weren't always considered a menace to society at large. Much of your anger at the world comes from the labeling you've received due to your apparently inherently "scary face" and the dead look in your eye, which frankly scares most people.
You are less accepted by the authorities, but you have a greater affinity with the morally ambiguous.

>Thrill Seeker
Probably the biggest factor in your continued delinquency is the pursuit of an interesting and exciting lifestyle. Very much a junky for adrenaline, continued happenings can give you a huge rush and push you over the edge.
You can get pretty rowdy when witnessing explosions, near-death experiences and other adrenaline pumping events, but get bored easily.

>>1884135
>>Master of Disaster
>Code
>Fight'n Spirit
>Clever

Rolled 3 (1d6)

>>1884135
>Fight'n Spirit
>Eyes of Delinquency
>Manly
>Code

>>1884163
Roll for code.

>>1884135
Replacing >>1884163
With
>Manly
>Big Guy
>Code
>Fight'n Spirit

Rolled 5 (1d6)

>>1884192

>>1884135
>Code
>Clever
>Fight'n Spirit
>Skulking Menace

Rolled 3 (1d6)

>>1884214
God, I forgot my Code Roll. Sorry.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>1884163
>>1884167
>>1884192
>>1884195

Rollin between
Big Guy: 1
Eyes of Delinquency: 2

Rolled 5,3

I'll give you guys the option of picking between:

3. Honest Man
One thing you absolutely won't tolerate is dishonesty. Liars are weak and cowardly, and you are far stronger. Not only do you refuse to tell a lie, but you also believe in being fair handed, and you never fight dirty, or resort to underhanded tactics. It just isn't you. It doesn’t mean your always gonna give your life’s story or something if they ask.

5. Unflinching Loyalty
The peers which you've kept under you have always been glad to have you around, for those that have been in your care have been defended from those that would do harm to them with tremendous ferocity. Nobody gets away with hurting your underlings, except you sometimes. You never snitch either, you see it as betrayal.

>>1884214
>>1884218
>>1884220
Wait a sec lads, recalculating.

Rolled 3 (1d4)

>>1884167
>>1884192
>>1884214
>>1884220
>>1884218
>>1884221

Rollin between
>Big Guy: 1
>Eyes of Delinquency: 2
>Clever: 3
>Skulking Menace: 4

Traits so far -
>Manly
>Fight'n Spirit
>Code: Honest Man
One thing you absolutely won't tolerate is dishonesty. Liars are weak and cowardly, and you are far stronger. Not only do you refuse to tell a lie, but you also believe in being fair handed, and you never fight dirty, cheat or resort to underhanded tactics. It just isn't you. It doesn’t mean your always gonna give your life’s story or something if someone asks.

Your delinquent traits allow access and bonuses to certain special speech and physical actions befitting your behavior. This culminates as a score, which starts at 10. Utilizing these actions increases the score by an amount dependent on the situation (3 on average), not acting on them at the time reduces them by 1. Some actions overlap, and write ins can be modified to fit your traits if appropriate. Once a trait hits a score of zero, if it offered you a benefit, you lose the benefit it grants for good, having gone soft.

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>>1884260
>Clever
>Manly
>Fight'n Spirit
>Code: Honest Man

You pick yourself up as the surrounding students file themselves away. It’s about time you excused yourself from school. As begin walking through the sterile white halls of Rokujo High, you feel eyes on you.

“Iwo-san, we need you to come with us, you need to answer for your infractions”

You turn to the fool who called you out, noticing his green Discipline Committee armband. Sheepishly, you offer up your hands in front of you as if expecting to be handcuffed, smiling with a false innocence.

“Looks like you got me. By all means, come and escort me.”

_____________________________________________


You end up being late for your appointment after causing a scene in the halls, being forced to either participate in a long talk with the uppity shitheads in the Discipline Committee boardroom, or facing immediate suspension. You go with the former with some reluctance. You were to explain yourself about Takeo-san’s generous sharing of his lunch and the Discipline Committee member that you educated on the innovative idea that you can use a high school locker much like the average Japanese hotel room; a small cramped place to rest as you reflect on exactly where you fucked up in your life. You’ve really been slacking if that fat, ball-less fruitcup Takeo actually believed for a second he could snitch on you like that. You don’t blame the head of the Discipline Committee for the same level ignorance, they have a new girl in charge who just transferred.

You enter the minimalist Discipline Committee office, a boardroom used for hearing complaints, and resolving student-on-student conflicts. The one who tried to stop you ealier is present, he looks despondent, bruised and ashamed. Good.

There she is. The new president of the Committee sitting at her throne at the head of the table. She studies you intently. You reciprocate the scrutiny of the young lady. She is severe, clean-cut, proud, and obviously very very naive, surrounded by her lickspittle dogs, each wearing the appropriate armband of a member of this adorable little group of prefects. Her voice is somber and carries with it a numbingly cold undertone lurking faintly beneath.

“Iwo William-kun”, my name is Kurosaki Akane. We haven’t been introduced yet. Please, take a seat .”

You don’t have time for this bullshit.

Cont.

>>1884286
“I don’t care. Get on with it. Now.” Gesturing indifferent dismissal, you kick chair set up for you down and out of your way. Kurosaki-san’s cronies flinch as you stand defiantly, head held high.

The Commitee Head answers your display of brazen toughness with one of her own, standing up suddenly. She smacks the palms of her hands into the table under her, supporting her lean forward as she looks you right in the eye. You find her height as surprising as the subtle curves framed by her otherwise slender figure. Her long black locks further enhances her attractiveness, a good match for your country’s standard in beauty, a regular Yamato Nadeshiko - ignoring the obvious edge to her. Seeing such an obstinate looking woman in action makes you physically ill.

”Muranaga-kun, we’ve been hearing some...interesting rumors about your shewdly executed extracurricular activities during school hours. With the authority given to me by this school, I am using the opportunity presented to me by your most...recent incidents, to give reason for the Discipline Commitee observe you more closely while you’re in school so perhaps your truancy, among other things, can be assessed and corrected.” She presents herself as far more dignified than is warranted, and certain words drip with disdain through her measured, formal way of speaking.

“Perhaps you are interested in sharing about your exploits? I’m quite interested in hearing about what you have to say after hearing so much about you, Muranaga-kun”

Not all of that talk are simple rumors. What do you do in your spare time? You have an interesting background as a...

Cont.

>1. Bozosuko
Grease Monkey: Can utilize vehicle engineering, and a degree of engineering in general due to vast experience working on your bike at home. You have your favorite wrench and a couple of other helpful tools on you at all times.

>2. Yakuza
Criminal Discipline: Bonus to toughness, awesome back tattoo

>3. Back-alley shooter
Lucky: You may re-roll one failed roll per session, increased critical thresholds.

>4. Banchou
The Strongest: Bonus to strength checks, you can intimidate any number of people at once within eye-shot with your tremendous presence.

>5. Slum-City Transfer Student
Violent Upbringing: Bonus to Agility and reacting to any situation. You carry a hidden knife on you for protection.

>6. Underground Champion
Pit Fighter: Big bonus to unarmed melee and grappling, technical fighting abilities

>>1884324
>>4. Banchou
A Strong Body with a an Honest Soul. I dig it.

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>>1884332
It's a good archetype

I'll be able to minimize my embarrassing typos and get to the meat of the story now that I'm not multitasking.[/spoilers]

>>1884324
>6. Underground Champion
We /champ/ now

>>1884332
Supporting

>>1884332
>>1884373
>>1884390

Closing votes and writing in 5.
So far, a Banchou.

>>1884399
>>1884390
>>1884373
>>1884332
>>1884324
>4. Banchou
>You proudly bear the title of the baddest man to walk in your district. This badass reputation precedes you, and you are feared and respected for your strength and dominance like a modern bogeyman. Strength and intimidation are your best talents.

Such a patronizing way of speaking does not sit well with you.

“That’s a bold-faced lie. Let’s be honest with each other Kurosaki-san. You want absolutely nothing to do with a reprehensible human being like me and likewise, I have no interest in you. The only thing you’re going to learn from me is that trying to control me is a fools errand, and that it’s in your best interest to keep a wide berth. “

You make sure to roll the R’s hard during the pronunciation of her name. She remains unamused.

“Is that a threat, Iwo-kun?”

Her probing for more information about your personal interests goes without much progress as you get a kick out of the back and forth banter between the two of you. She finally relents and dismisses you after you annoy the shit out of her, and stops wasting your time. It’s hard to get over how easy she is on the eyes, considering she’s such an uptight, angry-looking bitch. That’s too bad. The angry hate-sex between the two of you would be a rapturous event, you think to yourself as you let your let your mind wander trying to form a first impression. You reject the idea immediately, remembering that you are pissed, cursing your hormones for putting such a strange idea in your head.

Doesn’t she know who the fuck you are? That bitch had the nerve to talk down to you like that with that frosty glare. She doesn’t even realize what kind of beast she’s prodding right now. Had You not been on good behavior today. The little club room they call an office would have been utterly imploded with them still in it by your own hands if you hadn’t made plans with someone much more important. Tomorrow, the Discipline Committee is getting a piece of your mind, and anyone who disagrees is gonna catch your goddamned knuckles with their pompous fucking face.

Letting out a big sigh you remember your promise to attend. That other stuff is not important right now. You grab your shit, picking up speed as you dash through the gates of Rokujo High, you run your ass to make your designated meeting place, Johnny probably expects you’re going to be late, since it’s you after all.

You are somewhat surprised at the event unfolding as you approach the designated meeting place. You see your friend waiting for you across the street of a busy intersection, but they have some company. There’s a bunch of thuggish High School degenerates surounding your little brother. They don’t have the same uniform as you, they’re from another school. Judging by the slovenly way they wear it, they’re like you, a delinquent. What the fuck are they doing on your turf?

Cont.

>>1884324
>2. Yakuza

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>>1884428
The smug looking blonde asshole of the group opens his mouth

“Tell us, please, who are you waiting for?”

“My big bro, Billy the Bat. Don’t do anything stupid! He’ll totally kick your ass!” He responds looking the blonde asshole in the eyes.

He puts his hands on your brother.

“Where is he? I’m expecting him here by now, don’t tell me he left you all alone, perhaps you could play with us while we wait for him?”

The group of clowns have cornered your brother, pushing and shoving and being a huge fucking nuisance. Seething with rage, you can only watch as the 2-way traffic whips the wind around your vicious frown. Although you are ready to commit murder in broad daylight, you aren’t angry enough to throw your life away just yet.

“I’LL KILL YOU!!!” You shout across the street.

All of them are surprised, except for your brother, who manages to pull away from the young-man’s grip and losing his balance

It’s not long before your sprinting across the busy street, dodging traffic.

You see Johnny started stumbling into the street and, coincidentally, a large tractor tailer just ran a red light and is gassing his formidable vehicle with very little regard for anything in front of him in the corner of your eye. You hastily make your way over as your little brother, having fallen down looks at oncoming traffic like a deer in headlights. You scream at him as you use all the strength in your body to shove him back to safety, leaving you alone to face your destiny in the grill of a very large truck moving at incredibly high speed.

”NIISAN!!!!!“

___________________________________________________

It’s been quite a while since you started walking down this dirt path and your head is still ailing you.

You notice a large tower structure pushing out to what seems to be some kind of old-time western township. Getting yourself together, you waltz over, and there are 2 guards at the fancy looking entrance gate.

“Who goes there? State your business.” They call out to you in English.

How convenient. Although your accent is thick and you are a delinquent, you are actually excellent at speaking and reading the English language. Probably from living with your dad.

>Can’t you see I need some medical attention? Before I bleed out.
>What is this place?
>Write in

>>1884521
>Can’t you see I need some medical attention? Before I bleed out.
Priorities

>>1884521
>Can’t you see I need some medical attention? Before I bleed out.

>>1884521
>Can’t you see I need some medical attention? Before I bleed out.

>>1884521
>>1884552
>>1884586
>"Can’t you see I need some medical attention? Before I bleed out."

You talk to the guards in a humane way to cater to their human sensitivity, considering your still bleeding.

Your accent and strange attire seem to have confused them a bit. The second guard makes his presence known.

"You were asked to identify yourself, are you some kind of foreigner? How do we know your not some kind of assassin or spy trying to deceive us with this ploy?

These guards and their suspicion of you has caused your blood to boil over, what the hell kind of dream is this?

>Intimidate: Let me in. Now
>[Code: Honest Man] My name is Iwo Billy, I've been injured and I'm not sure how I got here, but I need medical attention. You're protectors of the people right? Do your damn jobs.
>[Clever:] If you don't let me in, I'll just bleed out and die right where I stand, what are your citizens and your superiors going to say about my corpse on your hands.
>Cooperate with their demands
>Write in

>>1884607
>[Code: Honest Man] My name is Iwo Billy, I've been injured and I'm not sure how I got here, but I need medical attention. You're protectors of the people right? Do your damn jobs.

>>1884607
>[Clever:] If you don't let me in, I'll just bleed out and die right where I stand, what are your citizens and your superiors going to say about my corpse on your hands.

>>1884607
>[Code: Honest Man] My name is Iwo Billy, I've been injured and I'm not sure how I got here, but I need medical attention. You're protectors of the people right? Do your damn jobs.

>>1884607
>>[Clever:] If you don't let me in, I'll just bleed out and die right where I stand, what are your citizens and your superiors going to say about my corpse on your hands.

>>1884607
>[Code: Honest Man] My name is Iwo Billy, I've been injured and I'm not sure how I got here, but I need medical attention. You're protectors of the people right? Do your damn jobs.

>>1884607
>>[Code: Honest Man] My name is Iwo Billy, I've been injured and I'm not sure how I got here, but I need medical attention. You're protectors of the people right? Do your damn jobs

>>1884607
>>1884610
>>1884618
>>1884628
>>1884652
>>1884628
>[Code: Honest Man] "My name is Iwo Billy, I've been injured and I'm not sure how I got here, but I need medical attention. You're protectors of the people right? Do your damn jobs."

The guards look at each other, then back to you. They can feel the earnest words weighing in on your conscience.

The second guard to address you speaks up.

"Come with me, son I'll take you to the guild hall, it's the closest place to find healing.

>Code: Honest Man: 13
>Clever: 9
____________________________

You follow the guard to what seems to be the large structure you saw from outside. He gestures for you to go inside.

"I have to return to my duty there is a front desk on the right side of the first room."

"Thanks" you respond.

"Baka Yarou." you mutter underneath your breath, he didn't need to make you wait like that.

Walking in your greeted to a bustling tavern, not much different from a lunchroom common area.

As soon as the door closes, all bustling ceases all eyes turn to you, some of them afraid, others contemptuous. It must be your alien nature to them.

Their attention really bothers you.

>[Banchou Intimidate:] "What the FUCK are y'all looking at!!!"
>Look for the front desk
>"Can I get some help here?"
>Write in

>>1884710
>>[Banchou Intimidate:] "What the FUCK are y'all looking at!!!"

>>1884710
>[Banchou Intimidate:] "What the FUCK are y'all looking at!!!"

>>1884710
>>[Banchou Intimidate:] "What the FUCK are y'all looking at!!!"

>>1884710
>Look for the front desk

>>1884710
>>1884714
>>1884727
>>1884736
>[Banchou Intimidate:] "What the FUCK are y'all looking at!!!"

You are absolutely not taking these disrespectful stares, not from a bunch of oddly dressed weirdos straight out of a shitty anime cartoon. Straightening yourself out and puffing up your chest, you get ready to show them all who's the boss.

Roll 1d100 for intimidate.

Rolled 58 (1d100)

>>1884795

Rolled 64 (1d100)

>>1884795

Rolled 67 (1d100)

>>1884795

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>>1884795
>>1884803
>>1884804
>>1884867
DC 50
>"What the FUCK are ya'll looking at."

The guildhall rings with your voice, and the cosplayer freaks that were once staring at you are now minding their own business, murmuring. Pretty good, but you know you could do better if this was Rokujo High.

Their fear and concern of you is palpable, but at least it's quiet now. Feeling a little lightheaded you make your way over to the front desk.

There's a cute young lady there, but it looks like your intimidation shook her up as well, you can see the fear in her wide eyed stare. She shrinks back a bit as you approach.

You wonder if it would be more sufficient to keep pushing with fear while she's in this state, talking her down likely won't be easy now that she's on tilt.

>Intimidate: See this? show me where I can get fixed up before I get really pissed off.
>The guard at the gate told me you could help me get help for my injury
>Write in

>>1884917
>>The guard at the gate told me you could help me get help for my injury

>>1884917
>Intimidate: See this? show me where I can get fixed up before I get really pissed off.

>>1884917
Intimidate

>>1884917
>Intimidate: See this? show me where I can get fixed up before I get really pissed off.

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>>1884975
You point to the gaping gash on your head while you have this scared young lady at your attention.

>Intimidate: See this? show me where I can get fixed up before I get really pissed off.

"Y-y-you can even m-more ma-?"

>"Just tell me where I can get some help already." You cut her off mid sentence. cursing in your native language afterwords.

She points to another room, still shaking.

"There's a p-priestess in there, s-she can help you. N-no charge sir" The clerk woman manages to get it out.

you turn and spit on the ground, your blood is getting all over, including in your mouth now. Wasting no time you make your way to get healed.

You end up finally getting the medical treatment you need, the priestess treating you says some random bullshit and you are healed fairly easily in the empty white room of healing pointed out to you.

Putting two and two together now that you aren't in constant pain, you seem to be some kind of fantasy world. Sounds like a shitty comic premise to you. Fuck, you need to get back home, your little bro needs you. it doesn't seem like you'll be waking up any time soon, so you elect to play along for now. If this is some kind of adventurer's guild, perhaps that clerk woman can further be of assistance.

Leaving the room, you walk back to talk to her again, and you see her sobbing into her hands, and there's some kid in armor blocking your path. He's probably a year younger than you. One of the punks you yelled at when you walked in

"What is your problem? There was no reason to make her cry."

He's not gonna let you off easy, or so he thinks.

>Clever: Your my problem right now, pal. Get out of my way, you rude, white-knighting virgin bastard. Be considerate of other people's problems and stop trying to get a damn girlfriend.
>Intimidate: Walk up to his face and stare him down.
>Who in the hell are you?
>I don't have time for this, can you please move?
>Write in.

>>1885067
>Clever: Your my problem right now, pal. Get out of my way, you rude, white-knighting virgin bastard. Be considerate of other people's problems and stop trying to get a damn girlfriend.

>>1885067
>>Intimidate: Walk up to his face and stare him down.

>>1885067
>Your my problem right now, pal. Get out of my way, you rude, white-knighting virgin bastard. Be considerate of other people's problems and stop trying to get a damn girlfriend.

I really like this system for assholish traits vs not pissing every one off.

>>1885107
>>1885106
>>1885078
>>1885067
>Clever: Your my problem right now, pal. Get out of my way, you rude, white-knighting virgin bastard. Be considerate of other people's problems and stop trying to get a damn girlfriend.

Writing. Keep in mind, you can ALWAYS intimidate, it's your specialty as a badass Banchou.

>>1885125
damn white knights

>>1885125
>>1885107
>>1885106
>>1885078
>>1885067
Clever: 11

Your ability to sniff out virgin losers tells you to hit this fool with the bants.

>Clever: "Your my problem right now, pal. Get out of my way, you rude, white-knighting virgin bastard. Be considerate of other people's problems and stop trying to get a damn girlfriend."

Your words clearly get to him. He might be some kind of warrior, but he's still a young boy. Bruising the ego is easy for you, armor or otherwise. The boy gets flustered face getting red.

"G-girlfriend? She is not my girlfriend! He protests.

Too late. You take the opportunity to walk right past him after embarrassing this fool. In spite of his stupidity getting in your way, you realize the truth in his words, being an honest man and all.

You approach the clerk's desk. The female occupant reacts to your advance, putting her arms up as if to shield herself.

It might be time to dust of the ancient skill of your people.

[Manly:] Apologize to her and take responsibility for your earlier actions, using your masculine charms
[Honest Man:] Apologize to her and explain the situation earnestly
[Clever:] Crack a joke so she lets her guard down
>Intimidate her again
>Try to calm her down
>Write in

>Intimidate: See this? show me where I can get fixed up before I get really pissed off.

>>1885176
>[Manly:] Apologize to her and take responsibility for your earlier actions, using your masculine charms
>Try to calm her down

>>1885176
>[Honest Man:] Apologize to her and explain the situation earnestly
Honesty may be the best policy, but we must remember not to fall for the eternal THOT's abilities

>>1885176
>[Honest Man:] Apologize to her and explain the situation earnestly

>Try to calm her down
[Honest Man:] Apologize to her and explain the situation earnestly

>>1885176
>[Manly:] Apologize to her and take responsibility for your earlier actions, using your masculine charms
>[Honest Man:] Apologize to her and explain the situation earnestly
Don't see why they can't be combined

>>1885176
>>1885184
>>1885190
>>1885197
>>1885200
>>1885202
>>1885239

The receptionist flinches as you make your move, putting her hands in front of her as if to keep you at bay. She looks up, having perhaps anticipated a knuckle sandwich, only to see you utilizing your country's greatest skill, apologizing. Your head is pretty much pressed into the counter as you make your mother proud with a low bow.

>[Honest Man:] [Manly:] "I'm sorry, That was no way to treat a lady and I take full responsibility for my actions. I've been having a very bad day, and I would have likely bled out if you hadn't given allowed me free use of your medical facility. I have no place to stay, and no money. I am in your care.

You look up her in the eyes like the bad boy you are, it's time to show Virgin-kun how to operate a woman.

Roll 1d100 for Manly and Honest Apology.

Rolled 97 (1d100)

>>1885276
nat 1

Rolled 42 (1d100)

>>1885276

>>1885278
you done good anon but check out this 1

>>1885278
An excellent use of calling the nat 1.

Rolled 82 (1d100)

>>1885276

>>1885278
>>1885283
Amateurs. THIS is how you nat one!

>>1885292
Virgin white knight status: BTFO

>>1885293
>>1885292
>>1885283
>>1885278

>Clever: 10 (-1)
>Manly: 11 (+1)
>Code - Honesty: 14 (+1)
>Fight'n Spirit: 10 (+0)

Good job boys. Writing.

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>>1885322
>>1885305
>>1885293
>>1885292
>>1885283
>>1885278
>>1885276

There is a silence between the two of you, at first broken only the sniffles of the guild girl, hands over her face. She stares at you for a long time, you can see her face getting a little reddish, and not from crying. She notices that you've noticed this and turns around embarrassed. She seems to be fanning herself from what you can see from behind.

"When did it get so hot in here?" You here her whisper.

You turn to Virgin-kun for a moment and give him the dirtiest, shit eating grin you can muster as he simply looks on in amazement at your smooth moves.

It takes her another minute before regaining her composure. She face you, like a completely different person, blushing with a happy smile.

I accept your apology, sir, I didn't realize you had a nice face underneath all that blood earlier. How may I be of assistance?

>I need money. Ask for work
>Ask about the town
>I need a place to stay. Ask about lodging
>Write in

>>1885377
>I have no idea where I am, what's going on or how I got here, I think maybe i've got amnesia. Can you tell me anything about where we are?

>>1885377
>I need money. Ask for work
With money, we can get everything else we'll need.

>>1885377
>>I have no idea where I am, what's going on or how I got here, I think maybe i've got amnesia. Can you tell me anything about where we are?
I also need work so I can earn money.

>>1885377
All three.

>>1885377
>I need money. Ask for work
>Ask about the town
>I need a place to stay. Ask about lodging
It feels impolite to ask you to write all three, but it really does feel like an appropriate sequence of questions

>>1885377
>>1885396
>>1885409
>>1885414
>>1885416

You ask a few questions

>I have no idea where I am, what's going on or how I got here, I think maybe I've got amnesia. Can you tell me anything about where we are?

"This is the great city of Prontia! To be adventurers come from all over to start their trade here. This guild hall also is a great tourist attraction."

>What about a place to stay, can I find that here too.

"Certainly, I mean it will cost you Gilt, but well...I can give you a room for one night until you get yourself some money. I can give you a job right now, you can use it to take responsibility for earlier." Her eye contact hovers a bit, and she plays with her hair as she says this.

You really are in a game, this feels like that bullshit your little bro was talking about.

>"What kinda work do you have for me?"

She pulls out a picture of a strange insect looking creature. It sort of stands up, and looks like some kinda weird cross of spider a cockroach.

"There's been an urgent call to exterminate these pests, their called the Kuukarache, there seems to have been a breakout south of here. This is fairly easy way to get money, I recommend working in a group though, these creatures can be dangerous in numbers. Here take this sack and fill it with pairs of antennae as proof for every kill you made"

"Sounds fine to me." you answer.

"When can I get started?"

The Guild Girl studies you for a moment.

"It might be helpful if you take up a class before you head out."

You take the sack from her and stash it in your uniform.

>Class? Fuck that shit, I am not going to school in fucking Lala-land. Time to squash some bugs.
>What about these classes you speak of?
>Write in

>>1885514
>>Write in
>Lady, I'm broke. I don't have the time, nor the patients, to sit in school.

>>1885514
>>What about these classes you speak of?
>>Write in
Ask her name

>>1885514
>Class? Fuck that shit, I am not going to school in fucking Lala-land. Time to squash some bugs.

>>1885544
seconding this

>>1885514
>Write in
Are we still bleeding? Might want to get that checked out first, then go to this class she speaks of.

>>1885554
Nah your good bro. Now your just confused and poor.

>>1885514
>>>Write in
>>Lady, I'm broke. I don't have the time, nor the patience, to sit in school.

>>1885514
>Class? Fuck that shit, I am not going to school in fucking Lala-land. Time to squash some bugs.

>>1885514
>>1885524
>>1885544
>>1885547
>>1885617
>>1885663
>>Lady, I'm broke. I don't have the time, nor the patience, to sit in school.
>>Class? Fuck that shit, I am not going to school in fucking Lala-land. Time to squash some bugs.

"W-wow, I've never seen someone go out to fight monsters without taking a class before. So cool." She gushes as you reject the offer.

The words class and school is an anathema to you, it's time to get lost.

Not forgetting your manners, you reach out your hand

"My name is Iwo Billy, you can call me Billy if you like."

She shakes your hand, blushing a bit

"I'm Henrietta. It was a pleasure meeting you!"

And with that you follow her directions. taking in the view of fantasy village life. Making your way to the other side of town, you enter a familiar green plains.

After making some way out, you notice a large forest, and leaking out of it and around the plains are groups of these gross brown monsters, just like Henrietta instructed. Some of them seem to be occupied by adventurers, like the ones you saw in the Guild Hall. they seem to have only minor trouble fighting these things.

Looks like it's time to show your fighting prowess.

You notice one of these shitty looking giant bugs wandering around a little bit. It's as big as an underclassman, and much uglier

How do you approach this?
>Walk up and punch it in it's stupid Kuukarache face
>Approach defensively, try to outfight it
>Write in

____________________________________

1 hour warning.

>>1885693
>Walk up and punch it in it's stupid Kuukarache face
We are the Banchou! Our fist shall guide us to food and lodgings!

>>1885693
>Walk up and punch it in it's stupid Kuukarache face

>>1885693
Find a bat-like branch club to wield and then attack with it

>>1885693
>>Walk up and punch it in it's stupid Kuukarache face
Then break the neck while it is stunned

>>1885717
this

>>1885693
Find a good clubbing branch and beat there shit in.

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>>1885693
After taking your uniform top off to protect it, you look around to see if you can find some kind of clubbing weapon, but to no avail. Only rocks and grass here.

That's fine, you might be Billy the Bat, your preferred weapon is merely an extension of your already dangerous body. You have the feeling you might have such a weapon in your possession soon.

The Kuukarache notices you, and proceeds to skitter towards you, seemingly unaware you were anticipating it as it scritches at you.

>Walk up and punch it in it's stupid Kuukarache face.

Roll 1d100 for facepunching.

Rolled 57 (1d100)

>>1885755
Oshit, Isekai quest

Rolled 77 (1d100)

>>1885755
Give it a mighty fisting!

Rolled 62 (1d100)

>>1885755

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>>1885770
>>1885773
DC 37 Rolled 77
The Kuukarache opens up it's rather large, rounded, pointed front legs and begins foaming at it's funky bug mouth with a gross white liquid, with nasty sucking sounds as it closes the gap. You take full advantage of such a reckless action by punching it right in it's ugly face with a respectable blow as you lunge forward.

"ORRRYAAAAHH!!!!"

With a kiai and a sickening crack, you fist drives right into the chitinous shelling around it's head, with much of the same consistency as smashing some poser's jaw in at High School. You find the result satisfying, although kind of gross as it's ichor bursts everywhere, good thing you took your uniform jacket off.

You wonder why these things are such a problem as you observe the stupid shitty bug bastard topple over, it's legs flailing uselessly, as it deals with a massive gaping crater in it's head. Paying close attention to it's large front legs, you catch one and attempt to pull rip it off.

The creature responds by squirting some sticky white shit on your shoes in a last ditch attempt to do something, angering you more than anything today.

"DON'T FUCK WITH ME!!!" You shout at it while stomping what was left of it's head in, and tearing it's leg off. You proceed to bash it some more with your newly acquired improvised weapon.

It doesn't move anymore, you take the opportunity to pocket it's antenna, which you also tear off. Feeling the weight of it's long, adequately thick arm, you take a couple of test swings. Not your first choice of weapon, but it's pretty damned hard, feeling close to an aluminum bat in consistency.

Lightly smacking the leg into your hand, you take a second to get that sticky white shit off your foot. It's like taking pretty strong duck tape off. It would be bad if they sprayed too much on you. Not that they'd be able to.

You eyeball the otherwise innocent-looking Kuukarache hovering around the grassy hills, growing in number near the forest.

Time to get to work.
Roll 1d100 for The Bludgeoning.

Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>1885755

Rolled 96 (1d100)

>>1885881

Rolled 49 (1d100)

>>1885881

>>1885885
rekt

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>>1885885
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>>1885916
Rolled 96, Rage unleashed!!!

You start your ugly job of exterminator of these man-sized insects with gusto. You take your new weapon and proceed to run up to the next of these ugly creatures. Before it can react properly to you, you've taken it's head off completely in one swing, your leg-club perfectly intact from the blow. Excellent. On to the next one.

...And the next...
...And the next...
...And the next...

Such a cathartic act of smashing an verminous creature to death without a single care or need for restraint takes you back, reminiscing more about the fights at school which were simply self satisfaction rather than a need to prove yourself. You start having mixed feeling remembering the times where school has really pissed you off, your inability to support your family as the head of the household and your own school life annoys you. What a shitty hand you were dealt

Before you know it, the sack you were given is filled to capacity with antenna, and there's many Kuukarache bodies strewn about, garnering some attention from other adventurers nearby. Looks like your done here.

Your about to leave when you here a high pitched scream from the nearby fantasy cosplay-freaks out here as they dash past you, dropping everything to get away. Looking over your shoulder, there's a horde-like formation of the Kuukarache, some of them a little bigger than the others. They rush towards you. Not ready to run like the other cowards you stand and fight.

"HEY, SCREW YOU!!!!"

You let your fighting spirit take over as you release your aggression into the mass of shitty bugs. They surround you. Good, now you can't miss. Cutting a swath through them with ease, having already warmed up they go down, but not after getting a bit battered an pierced by some of their large spear like legs and covered in sticky white shit. Ignoring the resistance you simply massacre them, unleashing your aggression, images of Kurosaki-san and that asshole across the street fuels your rampage as you clobber these freaks like a demonic force. Your vision goes completely red as you unleash the beast.

Slaying so many stacks the bodies high. You are fortunate to recover the containers other losers had left behind, multiplying your own gains. Today turned out not being so bad, though you are now covered in their bug-blood from head to toe.

Again your about to leave, unsure if you can carry more spoils, having increased them fourfold already. You notice one last group of the monsters left over, participating in some kind of circlejerk. You move up to them and proceed to slaughter them out of pure spite, rather than to your own benefit. Seven of them die in short order.

Breathing hard, you finally recognize a familiar sound as the battle rage ends. You look down, there's a girl here, a little younger than you perhaps, curled up in a little ball, crying.

>>1885980
Like some kind of bug-splattered god of war, you stand over her, carrying way to many trophies of conquest. The cute little girl stops crying, realizing her assailants have been murdered, Looking at you, tears still her eyes she chokes out the word through her sobs.

"W-Who are you?"

>I'm Billy the Bat
>Your savior woman
>The baddest man in Prontia, here hold my bag for a second

_______________________________

That's it for now, l should be back on Friday, 3:00PM EST to continue, whoever is interested.

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>>1886006
>>The baddest man in Prontia, here hold my bag for a second
Baggage loli get.

>>1886006
>The baddest man in Prontia, here hold my bag for a second
nice

thanks for running

>>1886006
>>I'm Billy the Bat
>[Manly] The baddest man in Prontia, here hold my bag for a second

Thanks for running. Looking forward to Friday.

>>1886006
>The baddest man in Prontia, here hold my bag for a second

>>1886006
>The baddest man in Prontia, here hold my bag for a second

Glad I caught this relatively early, looks like it's gonna be good!

>>1886006
>>[Manly] I'm Billy the Bat, the baddest man in Prontia, here hold my bag for a second

>>1886006
>>Your savior woman
I think it would be better if you weren't saying which options are special options.

>>1886006
>>The baddest man in Prontia, here hold my bag for a second

>>1886006
>I'm Billy the Bat

"You okay?"

Pick her up and put her on our shoulder.

Welcome back to the second session of Delinquent Isekai Quest

Before we begin, real talk anons. As you are aware, one of the main mechanic of this quest is Delinquent Traits, which affect dialogue and other actions through your behavior, and giving a bonus when appropriate. Being the QM my first priority is the enjoyment of everyone, especially through the autonomy of choice. After having tested my system in the first session, I noticed it has some flaws, which is normal for most things, and got my noggin-a-joggin about improving future ideas. However, I feel like the current system may cause some pigeon-holing of options, which I could potentially avoid by both clarifying some of the rules, and making some minor tweeks. Doing this would make the quest more enjoyable for everyone, in my opinion While it is within my power to change the system to my liking as the individual whom writes, but I feel like it is my obligation to consider the opinions participating anons in pursuit of being a fair and even-handed QM. With that in mind, I would like to ask are you okay with me changing the system slightly?

>tl;dr version: I feel like there might be an issue with my current game mechanics as they stand tha I feel should be addressed for everyone’s enjoyment and I want to make a few minor amendments and clarifications. Is this okay with you, anon?

Upon getting an obvious overwhelming majority, or at least 5 votes depending on response volume. I will institute the changes and post them accordingly. Changes will be effective next post. Regardless of the result, I will make sure the options given are more apparent as well.

Please give me a simple yay or nay answer. Sorry if I cause a fuss.

>Yay
>Nay

>>1889119
>Yay

If you think it'll improve the experience, I'm willing to try it out.

>>1885980
>>1886006
>>1886012
>>1886018
>>1886030
>>1886202
>>1886223
>>1886297
>>1886384
>>1887630
>>1887944
>"My name is Billy the Bat, the baddest man in Prontia, here hold my bag for a second"

Having stopped crying fairly quickly, the girl looks you in the face. She studies you with a somewhat blank expression, having overcome her sadness. She sports a large pair of eyes that express...nothing in particular. As your own acuity returns as your adrenaline ceases to pump through your veins, you realize this girl is... immobilized in that disgusting sticky white shit the Kuukarache spit out. Fuck.

You throw your bags down a little frustrated, you realize your own exhaustion as you use your now free hand to crack your neck. Damn, those shitty bugs weren’t particularly strong, but slaughtering them en-mass was quite a workout. At least you feel a little better after letting loose a bit.

Getting over her own silence, The younger girl speaks, the content of her question undoing the state of catharsis brought on by wanton destruction. She has a calm, even way of speaking, with a surprisingly husky, rich voice for her youth as she speaks inquisitively. Her manner of speech has a slightly foreign quality compared to the people you met in Prontia. It sounds like she’s talking with a big lump of peanut butter stuck on the roof of her mouth by comparison. Weird.

“Bierri sa Bato?”

”...Eh?”

That certainly got your attention, the girl having pronounced your name in such a strange way - EXACTLY the way you said it, making sure to chew on every syllable. You personally find it vexing for some reason. Noticing your visible confusion, the girl speaks again.

“Bierri sa Bato. Quite an unusual name, no?”

Actually, you find it very vexing. It makes your blood start pumping again when someone gets your name wrong. You hate that.

>”No. It’s pronounced Billy. The. Bat”
>Suck it up and help her out of the Kuukarache spit.
>Ignore it. “What happened here? Who are you?”
>Write in

>>1889119
>Yay
Hey, as a QM who struggles with nailing mechanics down pat myself, I sympathize.

>>1889130
>Correct her pronunciation but also help her out.

>>1889127
>>1889152
I really hate the idea of having to go back on what I've instituted, and I wouldn't if I didn't believe it was vital to your enjoyment and proper story-telling in my heart of hearts. It mostly builds on what I've previously put down and removes the potential pigeon-holing issue in a smart way after having an epiphany.

>>1889130
>”No. It’s pronounced Billy. The. Bat”
>>1889119
>Yay

>>1889119
>>Yay

>>1889130
>>1889226
This kid is already getting on your nerves, but she obviously needs some help. Your in a pretty good mood right now, so getting this sticky white shit off of her is something you don’t mind doing. It’s especially humiliating for a little girl like this to be covered in something nasty looking like this.

“Yosh.”

You grunt as you crouch and get to work. Sidling up to the cocoon-girl, you start to unravel the webbing. As you do so your eyes meet.

>“ It’s pronounced Billy. The. Bat, By the way”

“Yes Mister. Bierri sa Bato. Just the way you say it.”

She seems somewhat confident she said it right, but it doesn’t help you calm down in the slightest. This fucking kid...

>[Fight’n Spirit:] SATTENDO KORE!!!!
>Pretend it didn't happen and finish the job to take your mind off of it.
>Write in

>>1889130
>>”No. It’s pronounced Billy. The. Bat”
>Sound it out for her as well.
Then
> “What happened here? Who are you

>>1889237
>>Pretend it didn't happen and finish the job to take your mind off of it.

>>1889237
>Take a moment. Deep breaths.. Then work it out with her. We ain't havin' no shrimp mispronounce out name!

We're clever, we'll figure out some way to get her to say it right.

>>1889237
I'll change>>1889251
To >>1889267

>>1889237
>>[Fight’n Spirit:] SATTENDO KORE!!!!

>>1889251
Support.

>>1889307
...I meant for >>1889267

>>1889267
>>1889238
>>1889251
>>1889293
>>1889303
>>1889307
>>1889311

>[Clever:]Take a moment. Deep breaths.. Then work it out with her. We ain't havin' no shrimp mispronounce out name!

Roll 1d100 for cleverness.

Rolled 42 (1d100)

>>1889336

Rolled 63 (1d100)

>>1889336
We are the cleverest of delinquent idiots.

Rolled 66 (1d100)

>>1889336

>>1889336
>>1889339
>>1889340
>>1889349
>DC 75. Rolled 66: Hmmm?

There is a profound quiet as you tear the white bindings off of the little girl. The layered sticky shit is gross, but it helps you give into your base emotions, which are to scream into this little girl’s face, even if her disrespect was unintentional. It makes your Fighting spirit burn impotently in your chest. The girl breaks the silence first in her flat voice, just a tiny bit starstruck.

“It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Bato. My name is Charlotte Marchette du LaFra, a novice adventurer. Thank you for saving my life, I’m in your debt sir. How can I ever repay you?”

By not trying to say my name anymore, you think to yourself. Your brain is spinning cogs to figure out a way to get her to say your name properly. Perhaps if you had some kind of writing implements? Realizing you didn’t respond, the little girl keeps talking, trying to get you to talk by changing the subject.

“Where are you from, Mr. Bato? I’ve never heard an accent quite like yours before, you sound really cool, I like the way you roll your Rs.”

Hmmm?? You notice something interesting before you can think of something witty. After pulling off almost all of the silky bullshit, you notice that Charlotte’s leg is busted up and bleeding, the red stains around the white shit. You leave it on, using the little first aid knowledge you have to keep the wound covered Charlotte notices this and puts a sorrowful look back on her face.

“My leg got hurt pretty bad...”

>”What happened?”
>"We’re going back to the Guild Hall so you can get treated."
>Write in

>>1889119
>>Yay
What's the change suppose to be?
>With that in mind, I would like to ask are you okay with me changing the system slightly?
Shouldn't you state the changes first before you make the vote?

>>1889368
>"What happened?"

>>1889368
>"We’re going back to the Guild Hall so you can get treated."

Gaming to be a pain carrying her and the rest of the stuff though.

Damn, knew the DC would be something like 80.

Ah well, at least it seems they have Ls. We'll learn writing and figure it out later. Will probably be annoying as shit in the mean time though.

>>1889368
>>”What happened?”
>>"We’re going back to the Guild Hall so you can get treated."
Have her tell us on the way, she's going to get treated regardless.

>>1889368
>"Oi brat, how did you mess up so bad to get hurt by these little shits? Aren't you an adventurer?"
No courtesy to those who butcher our name.

>>1889368
>>"We’re going back to the Guild Hall so you can get treated."

>>1889379
>>1889230
>>1889226
>>1889152
>>1889127

That's 5 votes.

>Shouldn't you state the changes first before you make the vote?
I was hasty in trying to start the quest that I didn't do this. In the spirit of this anon's statement, you may change your vote if the changes are that non-satisfactory

Here are the changes:

>Delinquent Traits 1.0.1
>Theses are the character traits that make you who you are, and with them comes both benefits and drawbacks that are befitting of your brash, troublemaking personality.

>1. Your traits are kept track of through points, a Trait Score, which will rise and fall as you chose your options. Such traits unlock special dialogue prompts that are unique to you. Often times it is a high-risk, high reward option that requires a roll for success and other times a bonus just for mantaining it. The modified prompts is not necessarily beneficial or harmful, simply the embodiment of a trait.
>2. Successful rolls will give great benefits in the story, while failures might complicate things. Regardless of success or failure, choosing the modified prompt will cause a gain in points dependent on the situation (+3 or greater), while choosing not to use the prompt given will result in a loss of points (-2).
>3. You may use your points to modify your “Write in” responses with your traits, which will give bonuses to the results if the response is appropriate to those traits, at the cost of (-2) points.
>4. You may modifiy a response with more than one trait if appropriate for increased chances, and I encourage “Write in” responses, awarding particularly good responses by potentially refunding points spent. You lose this ability for a particular trait if you have a Trait Score of 2 or less.
>5. Higher Trait Scores increase the likelyhood of modified prompts appearing. Lower scores do the opposite. The relative difference in numbers has some affect towards which type of modified prompt is given.
>6. Spend your points carefully, and try to find a balance, for once a trait score hits 0, your ability to take advantage of that trait is gone forever, having “gone soft.” I will make sure you are aware of the Trait Score values at all times as well as clarify any questions and feedback if necessary.

>>1889395
I'd say leave off the adventurer part, but otherwise I'll support this.

>>1889395
I'll support this, too

>>1889368
>>1889379
>>1889380
>>1889383
>>1889386
>>1889395
>>1889401
>>1889405
>"Oi brat, how did you mess up so bad to get hurt by these little shits? Aren't you an adventurer."

She simply looks down, contemplating something you know nothing about, disheartened.

Hmph, must be pretty serious if the bants didn't rouse her a even a little. Whatever, you can't let a little girl die to a bunch of giant cockroach-spider monsters.

Your gonna need both arms for this one. You drop your Kuukarache leg, having beaten it into uselessness. It lasted a good while, but you can probably by a real weapon now with your earnings. If your really desperate for another one, you can get it later, these corpses aren't going anywhere, considering the number of them.

You get ready to pick Charlotte up and carry her. After helping her out of the sticky white shit and propping her up, you get a better look at the girl. You figured she was maybe a year younger than you, but now your not so sure. Her eyes are quite big and hazel colored, framed by equally long, brownish, straight-banged hair, with a button nose and pouty little mouth underneath. The best way to describe her build would be...stubby She’s a small girl and wouldn’t make it to your shoulders standing straight up. Her plump, childlike bottom-heaviness and round little tummy suggests she is more suited to eating sweets at dessert rather than adventuring. Charlotte must do plenty of walking judging by the size of her thighs. She wears a little ensamble that looks most suited to trekking, and she wear a childish beanie-like hat with long tassels on the sides and little ears.

You grunt. Some friggin' adventurer you are. Picking her up and cradling her in one arm takes some effort. She's kinda heavy, you have a lot of shit, and your quite tired, but you manage. You aren't the Strongest Student of Rokujo District for nothing, and you feel a surge of strange, newfound strength after clobbering so many bugs. Hauling everything and heading back from whence you came is cumbersome, but you manage it beautifully.

>"We’re going back to the Guild Hall so you can get treated."

Cont. (1/2)

>>1889545
>"What happened?"

While you move, the girl begins talking to you in a mellow voice.

“I had traveled to Prontia to pursue my development as an adventurer. I was able to make some friends at the Guild Hall and we took up the job to help control the Kuukarache population. We had thought it’d be a good start as battle experience, and the reward was a pretty good amount of Gilt. It was going smoothly when there was only a few them at a time, but the rest of my party wanted to get closer to the forest...I had tried to warn them not to go to far out, but they didn’t listen. We were overrun by the Kuukarache when they all of a sudden poured out of the forest. They must have tied up my party members in their silk and taken them away into their nest. W-we have to go back in and save them!”

“Shut up.”

She is surprised by your lack of empathy. You take the time to explain to her what’s good.

"Your friends could be dead for all I know. Did you think I would leave you to die alone out here?

Once again, she’s crying

“All I wanted was to become a great adventurer, to become brave. For my own sake.”

The girl speaks through her sobbing again

“I...I just want to be strong...like you. Please let me come adventure with you so I can change, Mr. Bato!”

Still a little irritated she butchers your name when she can speak near perfect english, you seriously consider the idea of letting this girl tag along with you. One the one hand, it’s not really your style to take underlings, preferring to work alone. On the other hand however, you have no idea what the fuck your doing in this strange new world, having someone more familiar to make sense of things might make getting through this nightmare a little easier.

“I’m not looking for any underlings or friends. I am sufficient”

You make sure to drive the last part home...

“Please Mr. Bato!!!”

You sigh as snot starts running out of her nose now. Gross.

If you did decide to take anyone under your wing, they need to be able to seriously pull some weight, other than the common local knowledge you lack at the moment of course. What exactly are you looking for anyways? You roll your eyes upward, giving this some thought.

[Manly] Did I stutter? I don’t need anyone’s help Now let’s get you back to the city.
>Insurance. I’m all the muscle I need in this world, but if shit hits the fan, having someone to resuscitate me for round 2 would be helpful
>Directions. Someone who can navigate this brave new would be helpful. You’re not afraid of anything, but getting lost would be bad.
>Magic. After being healed in the Guild Hall earlier, you realize there is a magical element to this place you have no interest in learning. Someone else who can do it for you instead might be cool.
>Business Sense. After your experience in the Guild Hall, you really need some money and somebody who knows it well. It would be nice to also have someone who can haul your shit, too.

>>1889568

Either
>Directions. Someone who can navigate this brave new would be helpful. You’re not afraid of anything, but getting lost would be bad.

cause we don't wanna waste time with bullshit in getting lost, or

>>Business Sense. After your experience in the Guild Hall, you really need some money and somebody who knows it well. It would be nice to also have someone who can haul your shit, too.

Fuck bitches, get money.

Either works.

>>1889568
>>1889573
Seconding Business Sense

>>1889568
>>Magic. After being healed in the Guild Hall earlier, you realize there is a magical element to this place you have no interest in learning. Someone else who can do it for you instead might be cool.

>>1889568
>Business Sense. After your experience in the Guild Hall, you really need some money and somebody who knows it well. It would be nice to also have someone who can haul your shit, too.

>>1889568

>[Manly] Did I stutter? I don't need anyone's help! Now let's get you back to the city.

She wants it so bad, she's gonna have to prove she can earn it. Or something.

>>1889673
>>1889577
Actually, thinking on it this anon has a good point

>>1889568
>[Manly] Did I stutter? I don’t need anyone’s help Now let’s get you back to the city.

>>1889568
>>Business Sense. After your experience in the Guild Hall, you really need some money and somebody who knows it well. It would be nice to also have someone who can haul your shit, too.

>>1889673
Yeah, make her work for it.
>>1889404
Going to be honest, not really sure I like this system. Just joined, and the original system I also had issue with. Im pretty sure most anons dont like the idea of losing anything, and something as intrinsic as what makes us a delinquent having the possibilty of being gone... Don't think it's the best. Feels like your treating it as a modifier rather than what makes the character the character. Not going to tell you how to set up or run your quest though, just thought I'd put this out there.

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>>1889568
>>1889573
>>1889577
>>1889578
>>1889727
>>1889718
>>1889715
>>1889699
>>1889673
>[Manly] Did I stutter? I don’t need anyone’s help Now let’s get you back to the city.
>Business Sense. After your experience in the Guild Hall, you really need some money and somebody who knows it well. It would be nice to also have someone who can haul your shit, too.

"I-I'm not much of a fighter, but I'm really good with money, I can get you the best deals and gear. I can also appraise almost anything, and I can carry your stuff. Please, take me with you"

After thinking her offer over carefully, you answer her plight. It is not what she want to hear, but you can tell she can feel the solemness in your voice as you prioritize her safety.

>[Manly] "Did I stutter? I don't need anyone's help! Now let's get you back to the city."

The little girl ends up crying herself to sleep in your arms.
___________________________

You walk back into the Guild Hall, everybody is completely engrossed in chatter. You only get a few stares as you walk in to the place this time. They look away as soon as they notice you can fucking see them. There's a small line going into the priestess' infirmary. You head in that direction before you're stopped by a familiar face.

"Oh my gosh, are you alright? Your totally messed up. What about her? Did you save her from the swarm?."

It's Henrietta the guild lady. She looks concerned with how scuffed up you are, and asking you many questions. You respond by putting your bags full of disembodied bug trophies on the counter and take Charlotte to the back to be healed. You answer her very simply.

"I need you to count these."

Grasping the situation, Henrietta complies. looks like you might be here for a little while. She gives you a look of disbelief, quite stunned by the shear amount you've produced, and killed.

Time to plan out your next move
>[Fightin' Spirit] There's no time to waste, your heading out to that forest.
>Wait until the reward money is counted and find out where you can get a weapon, then kill everything in that forest.
>Write in.

>>1889783
>[Fightin' Spirit] There's no time to waste, your heading out to that forest.

>>1889783
>[Fightin' Spirit] There's no time to waste, your heading out to that forest.
Delinquents dont wait around.

>>1889727
I really appreciate your input. I sincerely respect your opinion and take it to heart as someone who wants to improve in all aspects. To the best of my abilities, I have this system try to depict a certain way in which a person deals with strong personality traits and let anons decide the fate of the character. Whether ya'll decide to embrace these quirks, or have the character grow as a person, I completely leave up to you. I think it's just crazy enough to work. Time will tell. If you care to stay and find out the results, welcome aboard anon.

>>1889783
>>Wait until the reward money is counted and find out where you can get a weapon, then kill everything in that forest.
>>1889811
I think people will vote for special options because point not because character quirks.

>>1889783
>>1889789
>>1889799
>>1889404
>Clever: 12 (+2)
>Manly: 17 (+7)
>Code - Honesty: 14
>Fight'n Spirit: 12 (-1) (+3)

Note: Here are your stats as of now, from when before and after the rule tweaking. Thank you all for your input. I'll try to make sure you have these scores available at all times. The new rules are in effect.

>>1889839
I'm interested in that hypothesis as well, if I did this correctly, a balance will be found. Cross your fingers[/spoilers]

>>1889865
It's a but of a double edged sword, but I guess it could work. Earlier, I mentions trying to get us to calm down and try to get her to say our name in a clever way, but neglected to say how. I suppose if I described something to the effect of how to teach her, either we'd get points back or get a lowered DC? Or would it still be high risk/high reward, since that's how you described it?

It feels slightly weird that doing things in character would cause us to lose said aspect... But there's the possibility to regain the points... hmm...

>>1889884
I think the concept is that if you don't use it, you lose it. I share the other anon's concern that certain options will only get taken because they'll lose points for not taking it otherwise, though.

somehow my QM name slipped in there

>>1889961
I suppose you could make every choicchoice correspond to a trait and leave the write in for extra, but that kind of feels like it's undermining the system...

Maybe it's best to leave it for now and tweak it or change it wntriely once a thread or three has passed to see how it's being used. Too early right now anyway.

>>1889783
>>1889789
>>1889799
>>1889839
>>1889844
>[Fightin' Spirit] There's no time to waste, your heading out to that forest.

Thinking back at how those retarded monsters are waiting in the forest to get clobbered fills you with tremendous impatience.

"Henrietta, hold onto my shit, I'm going to be back soon."

"I'll do it. For you"

You dash out without no intent but destruction, no plan but violence in your mind.

Flying out the gates you are filled with bad intentions as you fly by all the corpses you made earlier. You barely register the sun has set, and that the forest will probably be even darker.

Without stopping you grab another club-like front leg from a dead Kuukarache so that you can better destroy your enemy. This incredible rush of adrenaline fills you with might you never knew you had until you embraced it as you reach the edge of the forest. It feels good.

Going right through the center of the wooded area, you make your way in still charging. A familiar skittering fills your ears as your legs slow down. Your dash in has descended you into some kind of gorge like opening. The Kuukarache mus have dug it up.

You can see them, the Kuukarache surround you and skitter towards you, creating a circle as they clamber over all the fallen trees. A dull thump fills your ears as you hear something heavy land to the side of you. Turning your head, you face the enemy.

It's a Kuukarache, definitely. But this one is bigger than the other. A lot bigger. The monstrous insect stands easily more than a head taller. And it has a big pair of claws on it too. You grin as you try to turn to satisfy you blood lust on the new adversary, but do not move.

In your adrenaline addled state, you seem to have ignored the knee deep pool of sticky white shit you wadded into.

"MASAKA!?!"

You're familiar with this set up, with the smaller, weaker beasts surrounding in a loose circle while the more powerful opponents square up to each other, just like school. Now you've ran right into their trap, and doing anything is going to be rather difficult while your stuck knee-high in the shit.

Now what, genius?

>Force your way out somehow, you need a more advantageous position
>Try to fight the extra large bastard defensively manipulating yourself as little as possible while stuck in

______________________________

>Clever: 12
>Manly: 17
>Code - Honesty: 14
>Fight'n Spirit: 12

>>1890000
Forgot the:
>Write in
Option. Sorry boys.

>>1890000
>>1890008

Delinquent Traits
>Clever: 12
>Manly: 17
>Code - Honesty: 14
>Fight'n Spirit: 16 (+4)

>>1890000
>0000
Nice

If we had big guy trait, I would have suggested picking up one of those fallen logs and using that as a makeshift bludgeon/Wright to get us out. Doubt itd it's work with our current setup, though.

Could we bait one of the smaller ones? Bash it on the head and pull ourselves up using it's body? Could be able to jump attack the big guy from there or jump out of the ring.

>>1890000
>Force your way out somehow, you need a more advantageous position
Just beat one down and rush past it into the treeline

>>1890000
>Force your way out somehow, you need a more advantageous position

Block one of its blows and use the force to tear us free.

>>1890057
You can try the second suggestion, for the sake of exposition, you also could spend the two points from one of your traits (I.E: Manly) and write something manly enough to do something that will help you out of your pickle. Up to you really. As long as it's convincing.

>>1890000
>Force your way out somehow, you need a more advantageous position

Brute force our way out, just like we always do when we face resistance.

>>1890000
>>1890057
>>1890069
>>1890085
>>1890094
>>1890125

>Force your way out somehow, you need a more advantageous position
>Brute force our way out, just like we always do when we face resistance.
>Just beat one down and rush past into the treeline
>Block one of its blows and use the force to tear us free.

I need a 1d100 rolls for the first action.

Or you can apply your [Fight'n Spirit] trait to this roll, if you'd like, and you can roll 3d100 and try all three for -2 points. I take whichever is the most voted for.

Rolled 76, 24, 41 = 141 (3d100)

>>1890155
Fuck it, we've got fight'n spirit to spare. Burn them points boi

Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>1890155
I got this

Rolled 2 (1d100)

>>1890155
Lets go!

Rolled 34 (1d100)

>>1890155

Rolled 59, 59, 33 = 151 (3d100)

>>1890155

Rolled 27 (1d100)

>>1890155

Rolled 7, 43, 4 = 54 (3d100)

>>1890155
Oh wait nvm

Rolled 55, 37, 71 = 163 (3d100)

Rollin

Rolled 30, 25, 98 = 153 (3d100)

>>1890155

Rolled 83, 31 = 114 (2d100)

>>1890279
>>1890155

Ah fuck that's not what I wanted to do, ignore the above. I want to rip our selves out of there and get into position to fight better.
>>Block one of its blows and use the force to tear us free.
>Force your way out somehow, you need a more advantageous position

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>1890155
>>1890174
>>1890178
>>1890203
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>>1890279
Closing the votes here and writing. Impressive.

>>1890155
>>1890174
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>>1890292
DC 60: Rolled 76
>Brute force our way out, just like we always do when we face resistance.
You aren't about to be held back by sticky white shit while a giant shitty bug assails you.

YOSHAAA!!!!

With a battlecry, you manage to heave yourself through the white swamp and close your distance unto solid ground, only slightly in the sticky floor. The big soldier-looking insect has started dashing at you, much swifter on it's own turf than you by a large margin.

DC40: Rolled 59
>Just beat one down and rush past into the treeline
As you recover from pushing your body to the limit to get out, one of the Kuukarache breaks formation to attack you. Stupid creature, time to die.

BAKA YAROU!!!!!

You scream again as you pound the creature's head in and dash past it. It loses it's balance from the impact over it's exposed head, cracking it's shell fairly easily, and falling down the slope into the sticky white shit pool. Now free of being encircled you dash out to solid ground, your shoes and pants saturated in that awful goop. Whatever. Gotta stay focused.

DC 70 Rolled 83
>Block one of its blows and use the force to tear us free.

You feel a skittering, and turn around in the nick of time to see the larger beast charging at you, already prepared you take a defensive stance to foil it's attack.

With a loud crack you manage to block one of it's large, meaty claws, and creating an opening. Taking the opportunity, you counter it with a blow from underneath, staggering it back a step.

This guy is much tougher and better armored than the others.

It comes back strong, attempting to hit you back, but you are still ready for it.

Blocking it's next blow, which has even more weight behind it, you get pushed back, but not off balance. You assume and offensive position, back against a tree, just as the other smaller creatures join the assault with the larger one. Too bad for them they can't attack from behind. Just as planned.

Now what?

>Get to the nitty gritty, take them all at once
>Try to get up this tree real fast while you have breathing room, see how well they can climb and cut off their options.
>Write in.

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Delinquent Traits
>Clever: 12
>Manly: 17
>Code - Honesty: 14
>Fight'n Spirit: 14

>Trait write in (-2)

>>1890390
>Take them all at once
Done it before, we can do it again.

>>1890390
>Get to the nitty gritty, take them all at once
Aint showing fear to no shitty bug shitters!

>>1890390
>>1890415
>>1890435

Roll for it.

Rolled 35 (1d100)

>>1890461

Rolled 6 (1d100)

>>1890461

Rolled 48 (1d100)

>>1890461

Rolled 53 (1d100)

>>1890461

Rolled 59 (1d100)

>>1890461

>>1890461

Behold the critfail

Rolled 6 (1d100)

>>1890623
So low it didn't even roll

>>1890390
>>1890415
>>1890435
>>1890461
>>1890468
>>1890473
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>>1890498
DC 50
>Get to the nitty gritty, take them all at once

As your enemies circle around you, you get that rosy feeling you get when your about to take on a lot of dude. You yell at the top of your lungs as the feeling wells up and escapes from your chest. They think they can hurt you. You beckon them to try it.

KAKATTE KOI YO!!!!!

They all rush at you, claws and forelegs at the ready. You unleash aggression as well. The sub-man sized Kuukarache go down in one hit most of the time, but it's hard to focus on them as the big one comes in. Fortunately you took away the biggest advantage, attacking from behind. The battle is hard fought. It's difficult to maintain focus on so many foes, they just keep coming.

ORYYAAAH!!!!!!

You roll your Rs as you brain a smaller one with your club, crushing it's head. You look at your weapon. It's been warped again. Probably from beating on the larger one.

It's still alive, perhaps you'd be able to kill it by now, but it has proved also to be smarter than it's brethren in addition to physically stronger and faster and it uses the weaker creatures to it's advantage, using thier attacks to cover it's own defenses. Your only a little tired from swinging and have only suffered minor wounds. You can definitely continue, but you don't know if you can win this war of attrition if they keep coming like this.

As you plan on what you need to do, two big Kuukarache, almost identical to the other one appears. Fuck. As much as you'd love to stand and fight, there is not shortage of foes

You have mixed feelings about these odds. You contemplate the next move

>[Manly] I have to kill one of the big bugs. Now...Even if I have to take some damage to get through it's defenses...
>Try to get up this tree real fast while you have breathing room, see how well they can climb and cut off their options.
>Slip them and search for a better environment to kill them in, preferably a narrow entryway they'd have to file through
>Write in

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Delinquent Traits
>Clever: 12
>Manly: 17
>Code - Honesty: 14
>Fight'n Spirit: 14

>Trait write in (-2)

>>1890638
>>[Manly] I have to kill one of the big bugs. Now...Even if I have to take some damage to get through it's defenses...
Then we take the big one and use it to beat the other big one into a pulp

>>1890638
>>[Manly] I have to kill one of the big bugs. Now...Even if I have to take some damage to get through it's defenses...

>>1890638
>>[Manly] I have to kill one of the big bugs. Now...Even if I have to take some damage to get through it's defenses...

>>1890638
>[Manly] I have to kill one of the big bugs. Now...Even if I have to take some damage to get through it's defenses...

>>1890638
>[Manly] I have to kill one of the big bugs. Now...Even if I have to take some damage to get through it's defenses...

>>1890638
Let's not take chances and fight the clever way
>Search for a better environment
Also
>Grab another weapon, this one is on it's last legs

>>1890638
>>[Manly] I have to kill one of the big bugs. Now...Even if I have to take some damage to get through it's defenses.

>>1890638
>>1890647
>>1890654
>>1890659
>>1890663
>>1890670
>>1890679
>>1890675
>>1890679
> [Manly] I have to kill one of the big bugs. Now...Even if I have to take some damage to get through it's defenses...

Roll for Manly Check

The Absolute Madmen

>>1890638
>[Manly] I have to kill one of the big bugs. Now...Even if I have to take some damage to get through it's defenses...
If we already made it to the trees then we sould have some advantage, like weaving in between them or kicking over rotten ones

Rolled 77 (1d100)

>>1890696

Rolled 24 (1d100)

>>1890696
ORA!

>>1890696
Not sure I should, last one was pretty bad.

Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>1890696

Rolled 73 (1d100)

>>1890696
MANLY DIE, ROLLLLL

Rolled 52 (1d100)

>>1890711
Goddamnit

>>1890715
NANI SORE?!

>>1890697
Could be possible to break off a branch and possibly use it as a makeshift spear. Plunging attack!

Rolled 81 (1d100)

>>1890696
Let us be manlier, let us be GAR

Rolled 88 (1d100)

>>1890696
Lesgo

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>1890696
I missed this.

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>>1890696
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>>1890752
DC 80. Rolled Manly victory, but at a cost
> [Manly] I have to kill one of the big bugs. Now...Even if I have to take some damage to get through it's defenses...

You deign that the only way to get the upperhand is to let guard down and set the bait for this annoying foe. You proceed to leave yourself open, to the larger opponent focusing on the normal Kuukarache.

It takes the bait, and proceeds to clamp down hard on your upper left arm with it's huge pincers.

It honestly hurt a lot less than you thought it would as it begins putting tremendous stress onto your arm.

AAAAUUUUGH!!!!!!!!

Still roaring in pain as the vice bruises your bones and bites into your flesh, you reel back. Your gambit was successful, if bold in excess.

SATTENDO KORE!!!!!!!

You scream "Screw you" in it's face with you as you grab it's clawed arm around with your other arm, preventing it's escape. Lurching forward with increasing velocity, you headbutt the thing it it's now close and exposed head. You almost feel as if it tried to let goe as your forehead slams into it's own, rocking both of you. It stumbles back, but you aren't finished yet.

ORRYYAAAH!!!!!

You club the thing in the side, folding it over from the force. Your improvised weapon shatters from the impact. Still holding narrow end with the point, you finish the creature off by jamming the sharp end though it's compound eye, right through it's gross skull as ichor oozes out. It slumps over, but not before tearing it's arm off. The one that hurt you.

SHIIIIII'NEEEEEE!!!!!!

You get the claw off, but fuck did that hurt...
Your arm, it's a little numb and you can feel it starting to swell already, but you can still move it around. Good enough.

A little blood drips into your mouth again, only a little bit this time as blood comes from your head. That was very risky, but you did feel pretty good about killing that asshole.

There are still two more, but they are farther away and coming in hot. You use the gap left by the first large monster to batter away the smaller ones with it's big claw, which has become somewhat of a mace by comparison t the clubbing foreleg you had. You step forward.

KAKATTE KOIIII YOOOO!!!!!

You scream at them to come on again spittle flying out your mouth. The two large ones oblige, the others that are still alive...back away a bit, instinct seeming to taking over. You feel your vision teetering, just a bit

>[Manly] AGAIN...AGAIN
>Continue to roar at the top of your lungs, fill yourself with adrenaline to fight the pain
>Fight on, cover your now vulnerable left flank
>Write in

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Delinquent Traits
>Clever: 12
>Manly: 20 (+3)
>Code - Honesty: 14
>Fight'n Spirit: 14

>Trait write in (-2)