>You are Anon. You now attend C.I.S High THE rival to your former school, Republic High.
>"Sure!" you think to yourself. "I could ride into an oncoming hover train, but this might actually be good for me."
>"A new chance to reestablish myself and make actual friends!" You shudder at the thought of human contact.
>No more dating sims for you.

>Republic High was clean, sleek, an absolute utopian paradise compared to this... thing.
>It's like the contractors backed out half way through building it. Can this really be called a school?
>You lock your bike to a suspiciously disconnected rusty bike rack and head inside.
>"Well the inside is certainly nicer than the outside," you decide.
>The halls are empty because Palpatine decided to send you here in the middle of the morning.
>You find your locker easily. It's rusty and takes you a few good yanks to open.
>After depositing your books you head for your class, but when you get back out into the hall the bell rings...and second period ends.
>Waves of eerily similar students flood into the halls. Bodies smash into yours with no regard for their surroundings.
>It feels like you're about to drown in a wave of disinterested youths.
>With luck you find yourself swept to your class. Everyone attending fills into their seats and soon you're left at the front of the class with the teacher... who is wearing a metal suit.
>"Greetings everyone. Today we have a transfer student from... Republic High." He coughs. "I'm Mr. Tabor."
>The bored students suddenly perk up.
>"Please, introduce yourself." Mr. Tabor states.

>How do you introduce yourself

>Like a coward
>With confidence
>Stay Silent

>>2977333
>With confidence

Engage regular human protocals.

>>2977336
This

>>2977333
>>2977336
Why not. We fucked anyway. We go confident we either babble our speak like the fucking net we are or make a target for being to bold, if we go as a coward we mark ourselfs as someone next meal. Maybe staying quiet will make people wonder if we are actually that cool or just being a asshole that think is too good to speak to them.

>Everyones eyes are on you, including yours.
>The anxiety is eating away at you, but NEET you are no more.
>"He-hello..." you take a deep breath. "Hello everyone I'm Anon and I go here now. Thanks for having me."

>D-did you do that right? Seems like it because everyone is glaring at you. That's never happened before.
>Mr. Tabor gestures you to your seat and begins teaching.
>You take a seat at an empty desk at the back of the room and begin studying.
>A sharp jab at your shoulder turns you away from taking notes.
>Two women with long hair sit beside you. They also look identical... like everyone else.
>"Hey short stuff, what you did is pretty cool." They say in unison.
>Fuck that's creepy. "Did I do anything?" you ask.
>"Yeah dude you totally just shit on everyone here. Not being scared of everyone very ballsy choice."
>"Wh-who are you two?"
>"We don't know you well enough to tell you that."
>"If you ever need two buds we'll be behind the bleachers at lunch." They continue.

>The rest of the period goes without incident.
>The bell rings and lunch has begun. Before you would always eat alone, but you have a good feeling about today.
>You begin putting your books away in your locker before a voice rings through the air.
>"Where is the new kid!"
>The students part like the red sea to reveal a woman... with four arms at the end of the hallway. And she looks pissed.

>Fuck

>Run away
>Stand your ground
>Talk your way out

>>2977417
Run away. We rode a bike once, our physical condition must be top notch.

>>2977417
>Stand your ground

>>2977417
Ground
Stood

>She begins swaggering towards you.
>Swaggering? Jesus christ she's gunna kill you. It looks like she's about to explode, detonate, blow up, boo--
>"Hey new kid!" She screams again. "You gotta lotta nerve transfering here!"
>Do you run? Fight back? Maybe talking will help.
>"We-well funny stor--" She cuts you off.
>"I don't wanna hear it!
>Fuck talking to her.
>As she draws ever closer your fight or flight responce takes over, but even that is overshadowed by the crippling fear and anxiety that has overtaken you.
>Mentally you land in a weird spot between standing your ground and cowering. It doesn't look very cool.

>"Not running away huh?!"
>She finally reaches you and with all four arms picks you up by the shirt and slams you into the lockers.
>How is she so strong?
>She seems taken aback when she sees your face. It's still, unnaturally so.
>You begin to stutter, your nevousness getting the better of you.
>"Pl-plea-se-se get-et off m-me."
>She drops you to the floor. You land on your ass.
>"Give me a reason not to drop your pasty ass right here, Jedi scum."

>Explain
>Explain
>Explain with feeling

>>2977501
>I love a girl with more than 2 arms

>>2977501
Explain >>2977530 with feeling

>>2977501
>>Explain with feeling

This is unironically the worst thing I've seen on this board.

>>2977501
"I SAW THROUGH THE LIES OF THE JEDI!"

>After a moment to think you look her dead in the eyes.
>"I love a girl with more than two arms."
>A blush flushes her face and she looks at you with nothing but disgust and contempt.
>She punches you. Hard.
>"Don't ever talk to me again, scum." She states.
>The other students don't seem to care as they file back into place after she leaves.
>Blood is dripping out of your mouth. Nothing a little food can't fix.

>The food placed on your tray looks like slop and tastes like ass.
>Students are all around you, and you see serveral more distinct looking peers having lunch at other tables.
>You remember the twins or what ever they were.

>Try and sit with a table group
>Find the twins
>Go do something else

>>2977591
>Go behind the bleachers to find the twins

>>2977591
>Find the twins

>>2977591
Who are those twins in cannon?

>>2977591
>Pick a fight with the biggest kid in room
>PRISON RULES BITCH

>>2977625
Droideka's

>Navigating through the school isn't hard as you locate the gym easily enough.
>Clean as it was Republic High was a god damn labyrinthine contruction compaired to this.
>You find the bleachers and work your way around inside.
>You find both of them there eating a homemade lunch.
"Hey." They speak. "What happened to your lip?"
>"I ugh... got punched by someone with four arms... I didn't really process anything yet. I think I'm in shock."
>"Oh we thought you'd be dead by now. Lynched in the hall like the dirty Republic dog you are."
>"Honestly... me too." You admit.

>The three of you eat lunch silently after that. The only thing breaking the silence is the occasional snicker between the twins.
>Your lip starts to hurt. Guess it was shock.
>"Here take this."
>One of the twins hands you a band aid.
>You only nod in responce.

>Soon enough the bell rings and the next period starts.
>The rest of the school day goes without event and before you know it regular classes are over for the day.
>And there you stand infront of the club activities board wondering which club to join. Only three appeal to you.

>Join the Kendo Club
>Join the Board Games Club
>Join the Anime Club
>Fuck clubs

>>2977681
Can we actually take a a look at each club before joining it?

>>2977681
>>Join the Kendo Club
SORD

>>2977688
Yes

>>2977681
>Join the Rifle Club, We don't need swords like a pussy.

>>2977693
>>2977681
So take a look at the Kendo club. Also is sad to know that even in a paralel universe, weebs are still... something.

>>2977681
>Join the Kendo Club

>>2977696
This

>>2977696
we can deflect bullets with our gun, dont you know anything?!

>>2977696
>Join the Gun Club

Let's learn Gun Kata

>>2977715
That would be pretty dope. Screw the jedis and the sith, we should start our own cult, with Rifles and 4 armed cuties.

>>2977722
Fuck 4-arms. She punched us and is now our enemy for life. The Droid sisters are pretty cute. Just wanna ball them up and hold them.

>>2977722
Yeah plus we should use Sonic Rifles, Detonators and flame throwers.

>>2977733
>not having a harem/personal army

>>2977744
I didn't say we wouldn't get her eventually, but she goes last so her suffering lasts.

>>2977733
Let me introduce you to the wonders of Tsundares and Harems.

>>2977681
>Join the Gun Club

>>2977681
Since it looks like we're joining the gun club, could we learn gun fu?

>>2977787
We could have a nunchaku gun.

>>2977787
I wonder if the Gun Club is run by a cute Mando that'll teach us the way of the bounty hunter. Otherwise known as shoot it and blow it us till it stops moving.

>>2977807
Man a Mando Jedi sounds like some wish fulfillment bullshit.

>You decide on taking a look at the kendo club. The Jedi's at Republic High were like celebrities because of it.
>Time to see if you can strike gold.

>The gym is bigger than you remember. Inside you see a small collection of people.
>Oh wow, that guy has horns, she's bald, and... oh god. It's her...
>A tall but old man turns over towards you.
>He speaks in a booming voice.
>"Ah you at the door. Have you come to join us?"
>Emotions fill you. Mostly fear. Four arms is glaring holes through you.
>You close the door and walk away from the gym.
>Welp home it is.

>Of course your bike got stolen. Walking home it is.
>You don't get far before you hear blaster fire in an alley.
>Oh yeah... makes sense someone would get shot around a dump like this.
>Unfortunately your compassion for other living beings takes over and you go over to check if there's a body.
>There isn't, but there are two people firing blasters at bottles.
>One is a teen sporting the C.I.S uniform while the other one looks like a little kid.
>They hear your heavy bitch breathing and turn.
>"Hey have you come to join?" The older one asks.
>"Jo-join what?"
>"Well since Dean Dooku can't allow blasters on campus we decided to start up our own blaster club off campus. It should be on the board." He says.
>It wasn't.
>"Name's Jango, and this is my little bro Boba."
>The kid gives you a quick salute.
>The Dean allowed a gun club outside of school grounds? And you're getting invited to it? Friends at long last.
>You compose yourself. "I'd be happy to."
>He tosses you a blaster pistol.
>"It's a training set, but it cracks bottles okay. Show me your best shot."

>Blast that fucking bottle (Roll D20)

>>2977798
Are we gonna wear a skintight suit and carry around lollipops as well?

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>2977818

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>2977818
Please be actually good at shooting.

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Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>2977818
>>2977828
what?

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>2977818
Please another 11 so we can get a super crit

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>>2977837
Now this is pod racing

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>>2977837

>>2977818
>4 arms was in kendo
Fuck can we join two clubs?

Man this seems like the perfect set up for an underdog story. Anti Social Neet who gets bullied and joins a club everybody looks down on only to show everybody the true value of guns on the big tournament upstaging everybody

>>2977837

>The pressure is building up in you. Anxiety racks your body, but all of this fades when you take aim.
>You slow your breathing. Look down the sights... and fire.
>The first shot lands, but you're not done. You fire in quick succession and hit. every. shot.
>The bottle shatters instantly.

>Anxiety hits you like a truck when you're done and you turn around to a stunned Boba and an impressed Jango.
>"Not bad. I'd be suprised if this was your first time handling a blaster." He says.
>"I-it was." You admit.
>"Well shit. Hey listen we didn't plan on getting a new member today and we had plans to do other shit so we gotta get going." He smiles. "Keep the pistol. Just keep that shit hidden we don't need another one of us getting suspended."
>Jango and Boba leave you in the alley alone.

>Nice.

[SESSION PAUSE]

I'm getting myself something to eat. I'll start this back up in an hour. If you have any thoughts tell me I'd like to become a better storyteller.

>>2977877
> Anti Social Neet who gets bullied
>Doesn't use his new learned skills to bring a gun to school and gun down everyone in it.

>>2977896
Holy shit we should totally be a school shooter. But like a hero school shooter.

>You are Anon. Once a loser, but now a loser with a gun.
>You arrive home late in the night. Maybe you should think about transfering dorms closer to C.I.S.
>You thump down onto your couch and sit there for a few minutes silent before getting up.
>Before you would just drink soda and play games until real light would singe your retinas, but now everything is different.
>Or maybe not. You fall back into old habits and start binge playing RTS games.
>Not long into your real epic gamer session your phone buzzes. It's from your dad.
>"Anon your mother and I heard you got transfered schools. Are you doing ok, bud?"
>You text him back, "Yeah I'm doing fine. Love you." You don't recieve another text that night.

>Your alarm snaps you awake. A nice crisp three hours of sleep should keep you going.
>It doesn't take you long to get ready as you discover you slept in your school uniform.
>You check the time. 9 AM, Saturday. Oh.
>Like the Flash you change into more casual wear almost instantly and plop down in your ULTRA EDGER GAMER CHAIR.

>Play games all day
>Go outside
>Do literally anything else

>>2978114
>>Go outside
Time to find things to shoot. Maybe a nice bird or some animals that are pests like coyotes

>>2978114
>>Go outside
Unlock Psychopathic Tendencies With Gun

>The great outdoors. In the past it instilled within you a great fear, but in the present it only makes you anxious.
>You change into some breezier cloths and step out your door. It's hot.
>You walk around the neighborhood; something you've never done. It's nice and filled with Republic High students.
>Apperantly the news of your transfer had made it to the student body and now you're getting weird looks from the populace.
>The blaster pistol you were given by Jango is safely in your backpack, but it hardly makes you feel comfortable. Most of these kids are Jedi or in general... stronger than you, and all it can do is break bottles.

>Suprisingly the mall isn't that far from home.
>Air conditioning is the first thing you notice when you step into the building. The next is absolute hoard of people roaming around the mall like packs of sociable raptors.
>Thank god you still get money from your parents.

>Go eat
>Buy a game
>Go to the movies
>Something else

>>2978209
>Buy a game

>>2978209
>Buy a game
Maybe we'll find somebody who shares our interests

>Traversing the sea of bodies is hard enough, but finding the game store is looks to be a herculean feat in and of itself.
>It's like you're at a concert. People keep smashing into you with no regard for their surroundings. Fucking extras.
>After a long and hard fought battle against the current you finally find the game store.
>Thank god the mall has air conditioning or you would have died from heat stroke.

>The store is surprisingly empty save for a few people.
>You begin browsing the shelves.
>"Fuck... everything good is being released next year." You mutter.
>"Yes it is quite unfortunate fellow student."
>You look over to see someone else browsing the shelves. He looks over at you, his face almost totally obscured by his glasses.
>"We go to the same school, comrad. I saw you get beat up by Grievous. Very unfortunate indeed." He says.
>Who the fuck talks like that-- wait four arm's name is Grievous?
>He keeps talking. "I would also recommend to stay away from the twins."
>"Why?" you ask.
>"Would you believe me in saying they almost started a race war?"
>Oh.
>"Perhaps we could talk online. I'm on the clock and I don't have time to talk all day."
>He hands you a fucking business card and takes his leave into the sea of people.
>He plays the MMO Planet of Warface. So do you. Nice.

>You end up picking up some Z-Bucks and food.

>Head home
>Practice Shooting
>Go to the arcade
>Anything else

>>2978330
>>Practice Shooting

>>2978330
>Practice Shooting

>Heading out back you find a trash ridden field awaiting you. Fantastic.
>Deeper into the field the denser the trash becomes. It's like a full blown junkyard.

>You set up some cans and bottles to blast.
>It takes a few tries, but you find out how to actually turn the saftey off.

>Roll D20

Sorry that took me a little bit I was doing stuff

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>2978372
I dunno man I think it's getting late for some people and the voters are down so take as much time as you need.

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>2978372
Don't shoot our foot

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>2978372

>You are confident. You are skilled at shooting a blaster. You. Are. Anon.
>You aim down the sight, calm your breath, and fire.
>The shot hits the first bottle, but the other shots barely find their mark and wildly bounce around the heaps of garbage.
>Two voices ring out.

>"Hey who's shooting in our turf, this isn't our first rodeo bitch!" The voice says in unison. Oh... it's them.
>Two figures step out of the filth.
>"Oh... it's you." They say. "Where'd you get the gun, smallstuff?"
>"I... joined the gun club. Jango gave it to me." You say.
>"Yeah we tried that club out. Took some of the guns and ran."
>"Wait..." you continue. "Why are you two out here?"
>They begin talking between themselves.
>"If we told you; we would have to kill you."
>You think of something to say.
>"We-well I al-already want to die."
>To your suprise one of them snickers. The other one nods.
>"Wanna join our club?" They ask.

>Yes
>No
>I'll think about it

>>2978410
>Yes

Gas the bikes, racecar now.

>>2978410
>I told Jango i'd join him and his brother

>>2978410
>>No

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>"No I'm sorry I told Jango and his brother I would join them." You say.
>"Hmm well you know where to find us. Now get the fuck out of here and stop shooting that thing. You're gunna hurt one of us."
>You nod, get the fuck outta there, and head home.

>The sun is going down when you get home.
>You start up your epic gamer computer and log into Planet of Warfare. You add the guy from the store and he accepts your friend request instantly.
>A quick glance into his profile shows that he has no life. 7 characters max level with over 5000 hours in game.
>You open your window and look out into the night sky. The last few days were rough, but things look hopeful and the future is bright.
>You are Anon and this is just the beginning.

[END SESSION]

I haven't really done anything like this before so sorry if it kinda sucked. Not sure when the next thread will be, but it will happen so keep your eyes peeled. Godspeed friends. Next thread will be longer... maybe

>>2978462
I liked it honestly. I wanna go full bounty hunter route and fuck up the Jedi with heavy weapons bullshit

Guns just aren't intimate enough to be good fap fuel.

Seeing this gave me confidence so i'm gonna make that star wars freelancer game I've been planning

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Jango is going to be murdered by that quota meeting Jedi monkey from Republic High, just you wait.

>>2977681
>Droideka's
But are they CUTE!

Hello there.

Is op kill? I wanted to bro it up with brobi wan. Who says we can't talk to our old classmates...that didn't know we existed.

>>2981592
Based Mace Dindu. The only badass on the council able to take down the emperor himself.

>get onto stool and wrap belt around my neck

>get off of stool and greet mace dindu

>attempted to*

>dies