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The time is 6:32 AM on a Tuesday. Your name is Richard. You are currently a high schooler attending NOMARU HIGH SCHOOL, and as it is- you are completely, utterly, boringly average! You aren’t particularly talented in any sort of sport or excel in any class. Your test scores rank among the utterly MUNDANE for someone of your year. You are a veritable member of the GOING HOME CLUB. Of course, that isn’t even mentioning your features - your eyes, a jawline - yours is a FACE so utterly average that it’d be impossible to portray properly, whether it be through text or imagery. Like an amalgam of every boy in your class, it’s a face that’d be easy to forget if it slipped from your sight for more than a moment.

Your life is one of forgettability. Without the ability to STAND OUT, you live a life of quiet apathy, moving mindlessly without stopping to challenge your environment. Fortunately, you do have some aspect of a persona that you cling to - you are a CONSTRUCTOR of the UCA! Among the highest ranking among hundreds of members - and impressively strong among your peers, too..! It’s IMPRESSIVE! And although, you don’t really have a girlfriend anymore, but.. your CONSTRUCTS recognize you as more than some mob character and admire and adore you unconditionally, no matter how you act. Even if you consciously act like some idiot, oblivious asshole, they always end up coming back to you. Is that even a real love..?

You decide to stop pondering those CONFUSING MORAL QUANDARIES and return to your day! School is starting soon. Of course, not soon enough for you to be late, running to school with a slice of BREAD hanging loosely from your mouth, because you’re utterly normal.

>What do you do?

>>3310988
Bust a groove

>>3310988
walk to school, dont run. One of our constructs probably made us a breakfast barreto

>>3310988
Have your daily morning shenanigans with your constructs.

Water your only non-imaginary friend, the plant.

>>3310988
Buy some sort of BREAD ITEM from one of the many cornerstores that undoubtedly dot the landscape of SHIN DETROIT on the way to school as your breakfast item.

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>>3310999
>>3311010
>>3311014

>walk to school, dont run. One of our constructs probably made us a breakfast barreto
>Have your daily morning shenanigans with your constructs.
>Water your only non-imaginary friend, the plant.

Examining your SUCCULENT, you recognize the beauty of this small HABIT you’ve picked up - clipping at and taking care of these dumb, cute plants. You pour some water from a nearby plastic bottle into the pot. PILLOCK seems noticeably happier now that he’s hydrated. Perhaps you should invest in some friends. Backing off of the plant, you move to grab your school bag and board your SUBWAY to school, but you are cut off as GENKY bursts through your door, a determined look on her face.

“Richard..! Wake up, you’re going to la- oh, never mind!” She exclaims, her words catching in her throat as she catches sight of you reaching for your BAG. You told Genky to burst into your room every morning, worryingly telling you that you’re going to be late for school. Although she comes way too early for you to be actually late, it helps you think of yourself as more of PROTAGONIST type. Although, realistically, you can’t really bring a Construct to school, you always have one follow you through the subway and to hang around the area - just in case of a STRAY CONSTRUCTOR attack.

“Hey, Richard-! About breakfast, so- Dandy made you this big dumb egg and pancake and bacon type deal, but- alright, so I got kind of hungry- u-uhm, sorry about that.. Anyways, it doesn’t matter! Sunny ate some too, so really, it’s not even like I ate your entire breakfast.” She proudly comes to that conclusion of her own volition. “Anyways, it’s fine. Totally fine. We can get some McDonalds or something along the way. Pssh.”

>What do you do?

>>3311128
I guess I'm still going to go with >>3311125

>>3311128
"No, the last place we ever want to go is mcDonalds. I will go to school hungry if I have to but I will NOT enter a McDonald or any other fast food place."

>>3311128
Make some toast, anyone can make toast.

Just make a eggsalad sandwich and go to your school. Eating macdonalds would show too much personality.

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>>3311125
>>3311153
>>3311164
>>3311172

>"No, the last place we ever want to go is mcDonalds. I will go to school hungry if I have to but I will NOT enter a McDonald or any other fast food place."
>Buy some sort of BREAD ITEM from one of the many cornerstores that undoubtedly dot the landscape of SHIN DETROIT on the way to school as your breakfast item.
>Make some toast, anyone can make toast.
>Just make a eggsalad sandwich and go to your school. Eating macdonalds would show too much personality.

“No, the LAST place we EVER want to go to is McDonalds. I will go to school HUNGRY if I have to, but I will NOT enter a McDonalds or any other fast food place.” You proudly exclaim, striking a rather flamboyant pose for extra emphasis in this statement. Dandy suddenly nods in agreement.
“U-oh, well, yeah! Of course, Rich-kun..! Duh-..”

You briefly struggle between the utterly average choices of an EGG SALAD SANDWICH or BREAD ITEM - before settling on BREAD! The perfect bipartisan breakfast. As you step forward to head out - ready to go to school - your exit is interrupted by yet ANOTHER fawning, imaginary girl that came out of your head.

“Richard. Did that MORON say I ate your lunch? Because I didn’t. Just to let you know. That’d be gross.” The smaller Sunny scowls at the slightly taller Genky, who seems to shrink behind you. “That fatty ate the entire thing. Obviously, if she can’t be trusted with your breakfast, she can’t be trusted to protect you at school, so how about bringing m-”
“You already went YESTERDAY, Sunny!” Dandy whines. “It’s my turn according to the schedule, and I had to wait the whole WEEKEND to-”

The two girls erupt into an argument over who gets to accompany you out of the house. You’ve got the whole thing on a schedule - one follows you to school and stays in the area, the rest stay in your Constructive in case a Constructor jumps you - but they have a tendency to disagree about the whole thing. You feel that the choice is more superficial than anything.

>Genky. It IS her turn, really, even if she did commit to the treacherous act of consuming your BREAKFAST.
>Sunny, because Genky needs to be punished for her crimes against humanity and also she’s cooler.
>Dandy, because you have a headache and you can handle her for longer periods of time.

>>3311299
>>Dandy, because you have a headache and you can handle her for longer periods of time.

>>3311299
>>Genky. It IS her turn, really, even if she did commit to the treacherous act of consuming your BREAKFAST.

>>3311299
>Genky. It IS her turn, really, even if she did commit to the treacherous act of consuming your BREAKFAST.

>>3311299
>>Genky. It IS her turn, really, even if she did commit to the treacherous act of consuming your BREAKFAST.

Girls, Girls, you can BOTH take me to school

>>3311299
We have a schedule for a reason let's keep to it if we can't go with this >>3311542

>>3311299
>Genky. It IS her turn, really, even if she did commit to the treacherous act of consuming your BREAKFAST.
>Make sure to give Sunny a kiss on the forehead for caring

>>3311299
Backing >>3311542

>>Genky. It IS her turn, really, even if she did commit to the treacherous act of consuming your BREAKFAST.

>>3311299
>Genky. It IS her turn, really, even if she did commit to the treacherous act of consuming your BREAKFAST.

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>>3311488
>>3311489
>>3311513
>>3311579
>>3311608

>Genky. It IS her turn, really, even if she did commit to the treacherous act of consuming your BREAKFAST.
>Make sure to give Sunny a kiss on the forehead for caring

“Sorry, Sunny.” You place a hand on the far shorter girl’s shoulder, who eyes it with poorly veiled disgust. “It is Genky’s turn. Thank you for caring, though.” You kiss her on the forehead - and although Sunny shoves you away, she doesn’t protest much - simply storming out of your room, muttering something to herself about you being a coward. In quiet moments - alone them like this - you can be yourself, even if it is boring. You figure she’ll probably just head outside and swing her bat at some errant mailbox or something. Typical school girl stuff.

“Ready, Genky?” You glance behind you at the SUKEBAN, who eagerly nods, starry-eyed. “Right. Let’s get to school.”

…

Following a nice meal of TOAST you picked up at the corner store - eaten with leisure, of course, because you’re not enough of a protagonist to run to school with it hanging from your mouth - you head to the subway with Genky. Of course, you’re not even enough of a character to be able to actually run to NOMARU. It’s way too far and way too much of a hassle. You can’t help but feel a twinge of envy for those lucky suburban losers that get to walk to school, hand in hand with their girlfriend. What complete and utter jackasses.

Stepping into a carriage, you find that you’ve come early enough that the subway is pretty much empty. Save for what seems like two other students, looks like you’ll have plenty of time to stare blankly at the same four apps on your phone for about ten minutes.

>What do you do?

>>3311796
>That girl looks like a catastrophic megalomaniac. Talk to the guy instead.

>>3311796
Try and add the girl to your harem.

>>3311809
Supportin, consider saying hello to our fellow schoolmate. You are always surrounded by girls, albeit imaginary ones, maybe a male friend could be good for a change.

>>3311796
Sit next to that girl she looks pitiful.

>>3311796
he guy looks like a old man and the girl a stupid chuni

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>>3311809
>>3311843

>That girl looks like a catastrophic megalomaniac. Talk to the guy instead.
>Supportin, consider saying hello to our fellow schoolmate. You are always surrounded by girls, albeit imaginary ones, maybe a male friend could be good for a change.

You figure - hey, you’re surrounded by enough WOMEN in your life, even if they are imaginary. Might be nice to pick up a real, male FRIEND! Could be interesting. As you walk toward him, you spot the bandaged girl next to you strike some sort of stupid looking pose as if expecting you to talk to her, but she simply watches as you pass her by and covers her face with her hands.

“Hello, my fellow male compatriot..!” You greet the guy, doing your best impression of how you’d imagine cool guys greet each other. “Would-”
“The fuck do you want?” The teenager scowls at you. Genky takes a step toward the stranger, but you, Richard the merciful, place an arm in front of her.
“I simply seek to engage in discussion regarding a possible friendship!” You state proudly. At least, if you sound stupid - you know you do - you’re not sounding boring. Even if the guy does mock you, at least he’s showing an interest. “I happened to notice you sitting on the bus, and-”
“Not interested.”

You frown. Whatever. It doesn’t even look like this guy goes to your school and probably isn’t even interested in COOL CONSTRUCTS. Uniform’s definitely unfamiliar. You’re getting a weird school shooterish vibe from him anyways.

>What do you do?

>>3312028
How dare he not be interested in us! How often do you see someone with such a perfectly unremarkable face!

>Ask what his interests are

>>3312028
If he's not impressed by our Construct, then it's time to settle for less and go for that weird girl.

>>3312094
This.

Weird girl indeed.

Thought of another idea for BL's constructive a homoerotic art gallery modeled after Greek statues and flowery portraits

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>>3312094
>>3312097
>>3312121

>If he's not impressed by our Construct, then it's time to settle for less and go for that weird girl.

You decide that this guy can go FUCK himself and cross a road without looking both ways if he can’t reciprocate your AWESOME and COOL friendship attempts. Moving back to the nearby girl - the only other passenger - you open your mouth to speak to her, but she places a hand in front of her face, “laughing” contemptibly with both eyes presumably closed. She strikes the same pose she struck when you passed her by thirty seconds ago.

“Fufufufu..” She.. says. Not laughs. She’s just saying the “fu” over and over in rapid succession in hopes that you won’t notice. “I knew you’d talk to me, MILQUETOAST LAD! I foresaw it! The second you entered this subway - our WORDLINES crossed..!”
You have no clue what a worldline is. You are also unsure of what milquetoast means. You are immediately extremely put off by this awful display. “.. Wha?” You stare blankly at the girl, open mouthed. Genky seems EXTREMELY PUT OFF. “Worldlines? Are you trying to engage in some sort of verbal foreplay with me?”
“I assure you, KNAVE, there is no verbal or foreplay involved in my words!” She proudly announces, flourishing flamboyantly with her hands in a manner similar to your own.. “In fact - I can tell something about you, just by looking at you..! Go ahead, guess!”
“You want me to guess what you know about me?” You confirm, to which the short-haired girl eagerly nods up and down.

>What does this weirdo know about you?

>>3312225
Whatever I guess you will know because i will be telling you information about myself, unless I go out of my way to LIE about myself.

Im 6foot and 6 inches. Those are 2 different measurements.

>>3312225
Holy SHIT! She knows the brand of shampoo that you use!?!

>>3312225
Backing >>3312249

>>3312259
She must die knowing you use your mother's shampoo!

>>3312225
Supporting >>3312249

>>3312249
roll to seduce

>>3312259
I like this one.

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>>3312249
>>3312259
>>3312428

“You know I’m six foot and six inches..?! And that I use my mom’s shampoo!” You gasp theatrically, placing your hand on your face in faux shock. “You’re going to have to die knowing that I use my mother’s shampoo..”
“Wh-what? No.” Her eyes narrow in confusion, taking a noticeable step back at the death threat as if she thought you were actually going to follow through. “No! Of course- I already knew that, because of my ALL SEEING EYE, but- I knew something else..!” Your classmate digs into her CUTESY PINK BACKPACK for just a moment, before removing a thoroughly crumpled paper with a flourish and showing it to you proudly.

You recognize the paper. You’ve seen them smattered across bulletin boards across the school, only to be taken down by a teacher, and then replaced the following day.You’re 99% sure that this club isn’t even recognized as a club by the school. It’s RIGHTLY mocked by anyone who catches sight of it.
“No- I know you’re planning on joining the OCCULT CLUB! As its president, I’m happy to let you know that the club would love to add another member to it’s DARK echelons!” The weirdo eagerly exclaims. “We’re having a meeting after school, actually-! And although the last few meetings have been..- quiet.. I’m sure that I KNOW you’d love to join!”

Genky leans over to you. “H-how did she know that you wanted to join, Rich?” She asks, a hint of fear creeping into her voice.

>What do you do?

>>3314120
>K

>>3314120
Ok but let's meet at the cafe down the block from school instead.

>>3314120
Accept the invitation from this magical weirdo while looking her in the eye.

>>3314120
Sure, let's check it out

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>>3314546
>>3314574

“Yeah, sure, I’ll check it out.” You respond despondently, glancing down at your phone to check the time as you do so. The very picture of disinterest.
“You WILL? Really?!” The cat-like girl repeats rather loudly, causing the only other nearby passenger to click his tongue out of annoyance. “U-uh- fuufufu, I knew that, of course! I knew you’d agree to come. I foresaw it..! In that case, just stop by the room after school today! I’ll just give you a rundown of stuff, it’ll be super basic..! This is so cool..”
“Sure. Sure. Whatever.” You take a seat next to her, Genky sidling up by you. You can hear the girl across from you giggling to herself.

...

As the subway crawls to a stop, the voice over the INTERCOM lets you know that you’ve arrived at your stop. Catastrovania stands up nearby, turning to you. “Um- before we go..” She extends a hand. “My name is Catastrovania Strifaust Morituros IX! What’s yours..?” She pronounces “IX” as “icks.”

>What’s your name?

>>3314596
Dick, also give her your number. Tell her to text you the location because you already forgot.

>>3314596
Dik-Dik Van-Dik.

>>3314603
This, but also get her number as well.

>>3314622
you get it when she texts you noob

>>3314603
this.

>>3314596
Supporting >>3314603

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>>3314603
>>3314622
>>3314629
>>3314672
>>3314688

>Dick, also give her your number. Tell her to text you the location because you already forgot.

“It’s Dick.” You respond plainly, the girl’s eyes lighting up as you do so. With the OCCULT CLUB flyer in one hand, you remove a pen from your jacket and quickly scribble a string of UTTERLY AVERAGE looking numbers across the back. “Just text me the location later. I already forgot.”
As you step off the subway and begin the short walk to school - the bandaged girl trailing a length behind you - you figure that you probably seemed very COOL and ENIGMATIC to Catastrovania. Definitely main character material, right? Showing kindness to a total weirdo like that.
Genky pokes you in the side. “Rich-kun, I’m headin’ off here. You know the deal! Just text me when you need me.” She sticks her tongue out, tossing you your SCHOOLBAG as she breaks off you. NOMARU HIGH stands in the distance - a highschool UTTERLY, BORINGLY NORMAL.

…

You enter your HIGHSCHOOL. Class starts soon, but you have enough time to mess around.

>What do you do?

>>3314759
Check to see if you got any confessions in your locker today!

>>3314759
Go buy a generic soda pop from the vending machine next to the girl with the crumpled up hair.

>>3314759
>glasses guy
is that you keikaku man?

>>3314759
>See what GLASSES GUY is selling
If it's not plans and ominous foreshadowing I'm not buying

Talk with Summers and laugh that you're in the ultra cool Occult Club and she's not.

>>3314759
>Interact with GLASSES GUY

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>>3314782
>>3314859
>>3314866

>Check to see if you got any confessions in your locker today!


You check your locker to see if you got any confessions today..! It’s empty. Unsurprising, considering your pretty sure there were maybe three or four students in this school who could tie a name to your face. At this point, even a hate letter or razor blades would be more affirming than the constant emptiness.

>glasses guy
>See what GLASSES GUY is selling

You decide to FILL the constant emptiness by buying something from your school’s local CO-OP. You stop by here to buy snacks every now and then. Utterly boring snacks, like melon pan, but snacks. You don’t really recognize the guy operating the stand today, though. Looks like another weirdo.

“Good to see you, eight.” The guy greets you in a calm, older voice. His face is masked by a thick-rimmed pair of GLASSES and a FACE MASK. He leans across the counter. “What would you like to buy?”

>What do you do?

>>3314953
Lean in, what are you selling?

>>3314953
You must get a lot of people coming through barkeeper, heard any interesting rumors?

>>3314953
Ey slick, get one of those soda-pops over there, gotta get something to tame all this HOTNESS, ya fell me.

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>>3314991
>>3314993
>>3315028

>Lean in, what are you selling?
>Ey slick, get one of those soda-pops over there, gotta get something to tame all this HOTNESS, ya fell me.
>You must get a lot of people coming through barkeeper, heard any interesting rumors?

“Ey slick, get one of those soda-pops over there? Gotta get something to tame all this HOTNESS, ya feel me?” You respond in a totally COOL and SLICK voice. “Say, heard any interesting rumors..?|
“Mmm. Can’t say I expected anything less from you, eight. As for rumors - don’t know too much myself, but I’ve been hearing that things are gonna get shaken up for the first time in a while pretty soon. Gonna get a lot of people upset.” The guy mutters under his breath, ducking underneath the counter for just a moment before placing a CRUSH LIME on the counter in front of you. As you reach into your pocket to pay, he shakes his head. “It’s on the house. You would’ve done the same for me, right?”
You shoot the guy a WEIRDED OUT look as you grab your ice-cold CRUSH LIME - as you lift it, you note a sticky note stuck underneath the can. It’s an address-? It’s in the city - there’s even an apartment number attached. “Hey, guy, you left some address on this-” You begin, but as you look up, the guy seems to have taken his leave.

What an absolute weirdo.

>What do you do?

>>3315085
A part of me wants to talk to mob psycho bottom left then head to class.

>>3315139
agree someone who almost matches us in normalcy but we can also talk to summer

>>3315085
Ok so he called us 8, as in our UCA rank. He knows. He also has the same sprite as the weirdo in Summer's interlude. We should check out that address.

>>3315238
Agreed, but first... CLASS!!!!!

>>3315085
Go to the club, then go to the address. Save it on our phone.

So the timeline goes...

(Talk to mister mob psycho)
Class
Club
Adress

Sounds good?

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>>3315139
>>3315145
>>3315238
>>3315243
>>3315244
>>3315262

>A part of me wants to talk to mob psycho bottom left then head to class.

You decide to go talk to the BOWL HEADED kid over by your locker! He seems like a COMPLETE loser - his normalcy rivalling even your own. Talking to people like this tends to help you to feel better. You wave to the boy as you approach - the boy seems to instinctively lower his head at the sight of your approach.

“Hey, kid, what’s up?” You ask in a cocky, self assured voice.
“H-hello.” He responds shakily, turning around and beginning to slip past the nearby lockers to dodge talking to you. Seems like some sort of SHY LOSER.

>What do you do?

>>3315351
Ask him if he wants to join your occult club, that you are president of.

>>3315351
KABEDON HIM
Block his escape route
Ask if he has psychic powers

>>3315351

Pop your collar and double finger-gun him,
"So, a little birdie whispered in my ear that you can make things fly, care to prove me wrong, kid?"

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>>3315366
>>3315377
>>3315403

“H-hey, what are you-” The NERVOUS kid’s words are sharply cut off as you slam the wall by his head with your hand. He visibly blushes, which confuses you for just a moment, but you quickly shake those thoughts off before popping your collar and pointing two finger guns at him in order to CHARMINGLY DISARM him.
“Hey, kid.” You whisper in a RAVISHINGLY ATTRACTIVE voice. “I’m the president of the OCCULT CLUB. Wanna join? A little birdie whispered in my ear that you can make things fly. Care to prove me wrong?”
The bowl cutted boy shakes nervously for just a second before suddenly ducking under your KABEDON ARM, running past the lockers and into the hall. “S-sorry..! Sorry, sorry sorry..” He apologizes profusely for no reason, disappearing into the school before you get a chance to properly ask him.

You may have come on a little too strongly to a total stranger.

>What do you do?

>>3315518
At least he'll remember us. Head to class.

>>3315518
Class time!!!

>>3315554
But if we encounter this LOSER/(CUTE) boy again me must confirm his level of OCCULTNESS. Just in case we hit the jackpot and get to brag about it to Catastrovania later.

>>3315536
>>3315591
>At least he'll remember us.
>confirm his level of OCCULTNESS
all dis

+1

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>>3315536
>>3315554
>>3315591
>>3315607

>At least he'll remember us. Head to class.
>Class time!!!

After THOROUGHLY HARASSING that boy, you figure it’s about time to head to class. You enter- only to find the typical HUSTLE and BUSTLE of your classroom, Class 1-C. Not even cool enough to get Class 1-A. Your classmates are- typical. To tell the truth, you can’t even really remember any of their names, save for Samurai Summers and Mari, of course. You sit in the second row, farthest left and next to Mari. You’re not even significant enough to get a seat in the back left to look out the window at potential plot hooks, which that BASTARD Samurai managed to snag.

CLASS will be starting very soon.

>What do you do?

>>3315698
examine the contents of our desk

>>3315698
take a seat, wait for destiny to play you a card

>>3315698
>Glance furtively at Mari

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>>3315709
>>3315743
>>3315782

>take a seat, wait for destiny to play you a card
>examine the contents of our desk
>Glance furtively at Mari

You decide that at the moment, it’s best to wait for DESTINY to play you a card, taking a seat in your desk. You are now another FACE in the CROWD. You briefly examine the CONTENTS of your desk - a stack of looseleaf PAPER, some PENCILS, a half empty WATER BOTTLE, and various copies of Gotoubun no Hanayome. Otherwise, an utterly AVERAGE and BORING desk.

You glance furtively at the girl next to you - Mari. She doesn’t notice. Overall, she looks just like a majority of the girls in the school. Utterly indistinguishable, really. You know her SLIGHTLY WELL - you may even venture to consider her a friend of some sorts. She catches a glimpse of you staring at her and smiles warmly, waving.

>What do you do?

>>3315837
invite to occult club

>>3315837
>Strike up conversation
>"Some weirdo invited me to an occult club on the subway this morning, can you believe that? She doesn't even go to our school!"

>>3315837
>Wave back then mind your own business

>>3315837
Invite to Occult Club to seem like you have some character

>>3315837

This>>3315881 for starters, then follow up with an invite if she seems interested in the subject. Maybe something like:
"Yeah, so you wanna come with later, maybe just to be a witness in case she do some EXTRA occult stuff, like SACRIFICE me to a dark god or something."

>>3317630
Oohh I forgot!!

Tell her we kinda joined the occult club, but only because we wanted the girl of our back and not because we are super STOKED about it.

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>>3315847
>>3315881
>>3315931
>>3316419
>>3317630
>>3317633

>Strike up conversation
>"Some weirdo invited me to an occult club on the subway this morning, can you believe that? She doesn't even go to our school!"
>"Yeah, so you wanna come with later, maybe just to be a witness in case she do some EXTRA occult stuff, like SACRIFICE me to a dark god or something."
>Tell her we kinda joined the occult club, but only because we wanted the girl of our back and not because we are super STOKED about it.

You decide to enter a CONVERSATION with MARI! Removing a looseleaf paper from your desk, you scribble a message onto it on your UTTERLY AVERAGE, READABLE HANDWRITING: [Some weirdo invited me to an occult club on the subway this morning. Can you believe that?]
Mari responds quickly - although you’ve tried to learn sign language, the skill is far too INTERESTING for your boring ways, so you resort to speaking with her through notes. [That’s so creepy. I’ve seen those around the school. I think her name’s.. Catastrophe? Something like that. I feel kind of bad for her, though. Kids mess with her for stupid reasons.]
You can probably imagine why CATASTROVANIA is treated like that, but you neglect to comment. [So- wanna come with me later? Just to be a witness in case she does some EXTRA occult stuff- like, SACRIFICE me to a dark god or something? I mean, I joined because I wanted the girl off my back, but not like- I’m super stoked about it or anything.]
Mari laughs before writing her response. [Going home club forever!! But if you wanna go, I’ll just wait around school. You can take your time at your club meeting.] You’ve taken up a TENDENCY to walk home with your friend Mari after school, riding the subway until she switches lines. Although your time with her is quiet, it’s welcome.

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…

Your time in class is.. UNREMARKABLE. The teachers do not bother to call on you. Even if you do raise your hand, you’re more or less part of the background than an actual member of his class: someone to fill out space among the rows.Samurai, on the other hand, is berated by teachers and gets chalk thrown at her for sleeping in class. Her and her stupid CHINESE DELIVERY job. You hate how much of a PROTAGONIST type she seems. Following class, the students around you quickly clear out.

Mari is waiting by your desk, a notepad in hand. [You wanted to go to the Occult Club, right?]

>What do you do?

>>3317815
Head towards the occult club, it can't be so bad.

>>3317815
>Go to the Occult Club

>>3317815
>Go to the Occult Club

>>3317815
>Go

Hmm
Is Mari deaf and mute or just deaf?

>>3317815
>>Go to the Occult Club
tell mari to not to wait for you

>>3317815
Tell Mari that if we are sacrificed, she can have our collection of fine and exotic shampoos but she also has to avenge us and destroy Castromania.

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>>3317856
>>3317860
>>3317878
>>3317912

>Head towards the occult club, it can't be so bad.

You decide to head into the OCCULT CLUB..! Following having given your number to the weirdo on the SUBWAY, it seems that the moment class ended, she texted you the location of the classroom several times over, followed by blurry pictures of the actual classroom itself. Mari tags along with you, right up to the actual classroom door, where she takes a hesitant step back, holding up a notepad reading - [See you soon! Hopefully..] She laughs nervously, glancing at the paper taped hastily to the door: a very poorly drawn image of the girl in some weird looking outfit with the words “OCCULT CLUB” scribbled across it’s stop. You step through the door as MARI waves you goodbye.

The second you enter the classroom, CATASTROVANIA claps her hands together, her eyes lighting up. “Oh! Oh- you actually came!” She exclaims, her hands flying up to her mouth in surprise. She quickly regains her cool, taking a breath. “I mean- of course you’d come. I foresaw it-..! I knew for sure you’d join the Occult Club. Welcome..!” She waves at the abandoned classroom around you in a GRANDIOSE fashion. It’s quiet and dusty. It looks like she hastily wiped the table clean with a rag before putting snacks on it. It’s still wet.

>What do you do?

>>3317978
>Grab some snacks
>Ask where all the other.members are

Hhhehehehehe

>>3317987
lets do it, also ask what it is that we do here

>>3317978
Take a seat at the table, give Catastrovania a glance of extreme UNINTEREST, because as we've established we are NOT stoked about this.
"Soooo we gonna summon a ghost or something?"

>>3317996
>because as we've established we are NOT stoked about this.
We were just acting cool, we ARE into this thats WHY we are here.

>>3317978
Take a seat and put your feet up on the table to establish dominance. Take a potato chip and eat it while asking, "So are these haunted refreshments or something?"

>>3318046
I know, should have included something to avoid misinterpretation.

>>3317978
Supporting >>3317987

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>>3317987
>>3317993
>>3317996
>>3318050

>Grab some snacks
>Take a seat and put your feet up on the table to establish dominance. Take a potato chip and eat it while asking, "So are these haunted refreshments or something?"
>Ask where all the other.members are
>"Soooo we gonna summon a ghost or something?"

You take a seat close to CATASTROVANIA, lying back into it and placing your arms behind your head. You snag a POTATO CHIP and eat it. “So- these haunted refreshments or something? And where all the other members?” You wave to the empty seats surrounding you.
Catastrovania grows SWEATY. “W-well- y’y-know.. people get.. sick.. and stuff. And they can’t really- well-..” She struggles to find the right phrasing to not seem like a TOTAL LOSER. “It’s fine, though! See, you have an interest enough in the OCCULT to show up, right..?”
“Yeah, yeah, right,” You respond, grabbing another handful of chips. “We gonna summon a ghost or something?”
“Ghosts. Maybe. That’s a possibility. I, for one, was interested in the research of paranormal activity..! Using this!” She waves at the CHEAP LAPTOP in front of her. “We could, like, eat snacks, and- and watch movies about the paranormal! That’s what this club is for! For research!”

She proudly proclaims that she intends to use the club as a way to EAT SNACKS and WATCH MOVIES, her hands on her hips.

>What do you do?

>>3318109
take your crush lime and combine it with the cocacola. Make her drink it

>>3318109
>Tell her that as the new member you want to make a recommendation on what to watch.

>Pull up that scary movie porn parody you stumbled across last week.

Gonna be surprised if Cat doesn't murder us by the end of this.

>>3318109
Steal a coke or 4.

>>3318109

"Research, huh? Not hunting or summoning, just research?" You lean forward and give her a wry smile. "Ok, cool... what kind research material did you exactly have in mind, Catastrovania? Got any favorites?"

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>>3318122
>>3318150
>>3318158
>>3318159

>"Research, huh? Not hunting or summoning, just research?" You lean forward and give her a wry smile. "Ok, cool... what kind research material did you exactly have in mind, Catastrovania? Got any favorites?"
>take your crush lime and combine it with the cocacola. Make her drink it
>Tell her that as the new member you want to make a recommendation on what to watch.
>Pull up that scary movie porn parody you stumbled across last week.

"Research, huh? Not hunting or summoning, just research?" You lean forward and give her a wry smile. "Ok, cool... what kind research material did you exactly have in mind, Catastrovania? Got any favorites?"
“Y’know.. like..” Her eyes dart around the room. “You- you ever watched Hellsing..? O-or.. y’know.. Berserk..”
“Doesn’t sound much like research.” You reach for a COCA COLA, pouring some of your CRUSH LIME into it. You stand up, approaching the CHUUNIBYOU. “Hey. Since I’m the new member, I want to make a recommendation on what to watch.”
“O-okay! Sure!” Her voice hints at a bit of excitement at the prospect of someone showing SIMILAR INTERESTS. You hand her the COKE, which she idly sips at, as you lean over the laptop to RUIN HER HARD DRIVE.

You get sixteen characters into pulling up the SCARY MOVIE before she suddenly gasps, quickly snatching the laptop from your hands. “NO! No! Not on my laptop and not on the school internet-! You.. do you even want to be here?” She frowns, staring you down. “I just wanted to- hey. Hey. Wait a second.”

“You-.. something’s off here. There’s a. .weird frequency. I didn’t notice before, but..” Catastrovania’s eyes narrow, a hand gingerly brushing at her bandaged eye. She stares at you intently. “You- you’re not like the rest of the students here. You’re.. a CONSTRUCTOR, aren’t you?”

>What do you do?

>>3318300
"How could someone so UTTERLY, BORINGLY AVERAGE be so abnormal as to be a Constructor?"

>>3318300
Cant we just hang out? I didn't come here looking for an enemy.

>>3318300
>"Oh, you too? Well guess what bitch, I'm not just any Constructor, I'm ranked eighth on the UCA."

>>3318319
Let's not be rude to her, she's just a lonely

>>3318358
>>3318360

As if Richard wouldn't take the opportunity to brag about something where he stands out.

>>3318300
Supporting >>3318315

>>3318300

>>3318315
+1

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>>3318315
>>3318319
>>3318362
>>3318367

>Cant we just hang out? I didn't come here looking for an enemy.
>"Oh, you too? Well guess what bitch, I'm not just any Constructor, I'm ranked eighth on the UCA."

“Look, can’t we just hang out? I didn’t come here looking for an enemy.” You shrug to Catastrovania, who takes a step toward you - she has to look up to meet your eyes. “Listen, say I was a Constructor in the UCA. I’d be ranked eighth. Do you really think you’d be able to take on the eighth highest ranking member of the UCA..?”
At the mention of your ranking, the odd girl blinks, then scoffs. “Pff. Really? Never mind.” She snorts, waving you off. “Thought you’d actually be a challenge for Descensus. Guess not. You’re not worth my time.”
You can’t help but feel a little OFFENDED at her mocking tone. Who the fuck does this lonely freak think she is? “Yeah? And what rank would you be?”
“Higher than you.” Catastrovania shoots back, returning to her laptop. “Say, when do you think the next OCCULT CLUB meeting should be?”

>What do you do?

>>3318407
>What, is eighth not good enough for you? You run into some random Constructor and you expect them to be remarkable even in the top ten? Let's see what you can do then. Bring out your Dumbcensus.

>>3318443
This. I'll show you mine if you show me yours.

>>3318407
Wait how can they actually know their numbers if they're hidden? Like what if you attacked someone you know who was in the top ten but not the rank?
>glower menacingly and try and think of something smart to say

>>3318407
Now I'm wondering what was originally planned with #5-2 was decensus originally supposed to appear

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>>3318443
>>3318483
>>3318499

>What, is eighth not good enough for you? You run into some random Constructor and you expect them to be remarkable even in the top ten? Let's see what you can do then. Bring out your Dumbcensus.
>Wait how can they actually know their numbers if they're hidden? Like what if you attacked someone you know who was in the top ten but not the rank?

[A phone call of the rank they landed on in the top 10. BL seems to have not checked her inbox properly in a while.]

“What, is eighth not good enough for you? You run into some random Constructor and you expect them to be remarkable in the top ten? Let’s see what you can do, then. Bring out your Dumbcensus.” You scowl, annoyed by Catastrovania’s insults.
“Fine, fine.” She shrugs, a smug grin touching her features. “Decensus - PSYCHOMETRIC BOOSTER.”

You have a feeling that she didn’t actually have to say those words, but as she extends her hand - much to your surprise, a number of objects are enveloped in an almost golden aura as they begin to hover in the air with ease. Catastrovania tilts her head at you.
“Wh-what-? Where’s your..?” You ask, but you quickly realize. “.. It’s an Object Construct, isn’t it? It’s the bandages.”
“Very sharp, Dick.” She scoffs.

>What do you do?

>>3318550
>"Alright well mine is still way better. Genki!"

>"..."

>"...Can I go outside and make a phone call real quick?"

>>3318554
+1

>>3318550
>>3318554
Supporting

>>3318554
+1

>>3318550
Supporting >>3318554

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>>3318554
>"Alright well mine is still way better. Genki!"
>"..."
>"...Can I go outside and make a phone call real quick?"

“Yeah, well, mine is still way better. GENKY!” You shout at the top of your lungs.

…

“.. Can I go outside and make a phone call real quick?”

Following a BRIEF PHONE CALL, in which you pleaded for GENKY to leave the McDonalds and support you, your faithful delinquent arrived.. after ten minutes. In that time, CATASTROVANIA idly sipped at her COKE and watched some dumb anime episode about ghouls or something. You feel a hint of regret for not bringing Sunny or Dandy along for today.

“This your Construct? Doesn’t look like much.” Catastrovania scoffs, looking the SUKEBAN GIRL over. “Figures, for someone stuck in the lower half of the top ten..”
“What the hell does that mean, weirdo?” Genky scowls at Cat, crossing her arms. “Rich-kun is only in the lower half of the top ten because he WANTS to be.”

>What do you do?

>>3318631
>"My other two are at home so this isn't even my full power!"
>Recommend Sekirei

>>3318631
>Genki is absolutely right. It's definitely not because I can't find anyone with a higher ranking.

Also
>>3318646
Is a very Richard recommendation and I support it.

>>3318646
This.

>>3318653
Actually pretty true. I meaning having multiple probably gives you a leg up
>>331863
>Tch the dick gang isn't even at full force!
>>3318550
So it's the bandage hmm. What are it's limits, we saw it make guns so does it stop making things up to a certain point?

>>3318646
3*, dick has a 4th hidden construct right?

>>3318993
No he only has 3

>>3319098
You're forgetting the 6" measurement.

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>>3318646
>>3318653
>>3318763

>>"My other two are at home so this isn't even my full power!"
>Recommend Sekirei
>Genki is absolutely right. It's definitely not because I can't find anyone with a higher ranking.

“Pssh. My other two are at home. This isn’t even my full power! And Genky’s right. I just can’t find anyone with a higher ranking” You scoff, folding your arms in confidence. “Also, you ever watched Sekirei? If you haven’t you should-

“Already seen it! I knew you’d recommend that to me, so I already watched it years ago!” Catastrovania proudly ANNOUNCES, folding her arms while facing you! You are now both folding arms while facing each other! Now- you said it wasn’t because you found anyone with a higher ranking, right..? So- you wanna test that THEORY? I, Catastrovania Strifaust Morituros IX, am willing to fight you in YOUR Constructive, Dick.”

[IF RECIPROCATED, AN OFFSCREEN BATTLE, SO THE QM CAN WORK ON DRAWING THE NEXT THREAD!]

>What do you do?

>>3320774
pussy out

Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!

>>3320774
Fight-o!!!

>>3320774
pussy out. That's what she wants.

>>3320774
Fight!
What's the worst that can happen?

>>3320786

>>3320774
Fight

>>3320774
>Fight
Lmao this chunni is about to get duuuuunked on.

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>>3320781
>>3320783
>>3320788
>>3320796
>>3320805

>Fight
>Lmao this chunni is about to get duuuuunked on.

You decide to totally FUCK UP this CHUUNI! After all, you have the advantage here..! Three Constructs, the home Constructive - you are going to meet CATASTROVANIA head on and sweep the floor with her and her stupid OBJECT Construct named Dumbcensus. You glance to the door, and feel a strong pain in your head for just a moment as you CONSTRUCT the SITE - the entrance for your CONSTRUCTIVE.

You gently open the door - the sound of LO-FI fills the room, the scent of a DUBIOUS DEN OF HETEROSEXUALITY flooding your senses. Catastrovania’s lips curl. “Is your Constructive a-.. Never mind! Never mind. Nothing to fear for CATASTROVANIA STRIFAUST MORITUROS IX!” She proudly exclaims, stepping through the door. It is now time to kick the ASS of this stupid CHUUNIBYOU.

>Roll to see how badly your ass gets kicked.

Rolled 37 (1d100)

>>3320817
d100?

Rolled 28 (1d100)

>>3320817

Rolled 20 (1d100)

>>3320817

Rolled 5 (1d100)

>>3320817

>>3320820
>>3320822
>>3320826
>>3320827
It just gets worse...

Rolled 9 (1d100)

>>3320817
Oh no

>>3320829
Well, maybe a high number is worse? We are rolling to see BADLY we get our buts kicked

>>3320836
Hope you're right!!!!

>>3320836
Perhaps our dice is actually Cat's dice and QM expected us to roll high

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>Rolled 37 (1d100)

You get your ass FUCKING KICKED - within your own Constructive, as well, which is even more embarrassing. Somehow, the CHUUNI was able to toss your Constructs and their weapons around like ragdolls. Genky sustained some very bad hits. Following the fight, she stumbled away pretty quickly while CATASTROVANIA did that stupid fake laugh she does - she’s mending in your Constructive right now. As it’s your own Constructive, your Constructs can stay in it even without your presence. It’s a necessary break after getting her own bat swung into her stomach like that.

Catastrovania tilts her head smugly at you as you reenter the room. “Fufufu- I suppose even a fool like you couldn’t bare to withstand my ARGUS BUSTER KNOCKOUT BLITZES, could you?” That was another part of the ANNOYING BULLSHIT of fighting Catastrovania. She kept screaming out stupid fake names for the attacks she did, even though she was just randomly telekinetically flinging weapons into Sunny and Dandy. Also, in the midst of the battle, you threw your CRUSH at her, which did not do anything but make your floor sticky. A very bad move for you today.

The room is dark - sunlight no longer lights the dusty, abandoned classroom. It’s dark outside. Someone stole the COKE and CHIPS. You were in there for a while.. Perhaps it’s best to head back home.

>What do you do?

>>3320862
... Same time next week? that's when the occult club is meeting next, yeah?

>>3320862
AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH
NOO!!! Our non-existent reputation is ruined forever!!

>>3320862
demand rematch! Same time same place next week!

>>3320871
>supportin

>>3320871
+1

>>3320862
See if Mari is still around and walk home/tp the subway with her(or without if she isn't)

>>3320888
I hope she is not, its been like an hour probably.

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>>3320871
>>3320872
>>3320873
>>3320878
>>3320880

>... Same time next week? that's when the occult club is meeting next, yeah?

“Same time, next week. That’s when the next OCCULT CLUB meeting is, yeah?” Your eyes focus on the girl, who seems a bit surprised by your challenge to a rematch.
“U-uh.. okay?” She tilts her head, evidently more than a little confused by your proposal. “If you want to face the power of the DIGERATI DISCOMBOBULUS, I suppose.” She strikes some sort of stupid pose covering her eye and pointing at you.
Moving to her laptop, she snatches it from the front desk and tucks it into her suit jacket, evidently for the purpose of watching MORE STUPID EDGY ANIME later tonight instead of doing her homework. “I’ll see you next time.. RICHARD! That’s RIGHT! I KNEW YOUR NAME WAS RICHARD.. THE WHOLE TIME!”

She “laughs” profoundly as she runs out of the room. You figure this was probably from Genky referring to you as Richard right in front of her.

>What do you do?

>>3320891
Be the clueless protagonist we were born to be! Chase after her, since we take the same subway.

>>3320891
Dunno. go home? could put a tally up on the whiteboard. probably would get erased the next time we showed up.

Get some dinner on the way home. Maybe chinese...?
If we run into her again in the way home, just say hi or something. maybe toss her a fortune cookie if its after we get food.

>>3320891
Mmm, should we go for the mysterious adress now or do we just want to get home after our crushing defeat?

>>3320894
+1

>>3320891
Let’s just go home.

>>3320899
Going to a mysterious adress? at night? naaaah, that's a 'do it in the afternoon' kind of thing

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>>3320897
>>3320905
>>3320909
>>3320899

>Dunno. go home? could put a tally up on the whiteboard. probably would get erased the next time we showed up.
>Let’s just go home.
>Mmm, should we go for the mysterious adress now or do we just want to get home after our crushing defeat?
>Going to a mysterious adress? at night? naaaah, that's a 'do it in the afternoon' kind of thing


Following the crushing defeat at the hands of such a LOSER GIRL, you figure it’s best time to head out - you are part of the GOING HOME CLUB, after all. You draw a single TALLY on the whiteboard for the future - she may have one today, but you will absolutely KICK HER ASS someday in the future. As you step out of the classroom, you find a note stuck to the door- it seems that you forgot to walk home with MARI today and instead fought CATASTROVANIA. You stare at the note for a moment before placing it in your suit jacket pocket.

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Your ride home is.. UNEVENTFUL. You did not see CATASTROVANIA on the ride there - rather, a bunch of vaguely sweaty, some drunk SALARYMEN riding the train home. A far less interesting ride. You spent your time watching crappy KNIFE MAKING videos until arriving home.

You arrive home. Your MOM and DAD are not home yet: they work til’ pretty late. It’s not often you see them. Stepping into your room, you find yourself returning to the COMFORT and SAFETY of conformity. Today was another, not particularly outstanding day.

>Anything you want to do before hitting the hay?

>>3320951
melodica solo

>>3320951
log in to constructor message boards. see whats up.

any chance to see how our constructs are doing before heading to bed?

... I'm not going to ask about the mysterious piano beneath the bed. nope.

>>3320955
>>3320951

Melodica solo, our anger will be the fuel of our music

>>3320951
Melodica time!!!

We need to really pour all of our current melancholy into the keys and just let it flow out.

>>3320951
Melodica for the soul

>>3320951
Melodica Time!!!!

>>3320951
Bust out some soul on your Melodica

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>>3320955
>>3320961
>>3320975
>>3320982
>>3321012
>>3321070

>melodica solo
>Melodica solo, our anger will be the fuel of our music
>Melodica time!!!
>Melodica for the soul
>Melodica Time!!!!
>Bust out some soul on your Melodica

You light up your room with the POWERFUL, SOULFUL tunes of your MELODICA. After a long, completely ordinary day, the music allows you to feel alive.

(dick's bizarre adventure is over)

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chp. 6 soon - next week probably, either weekend or midweek

>>3321081
this ended better than crying alone in your birthday.

>>3321095
nice.

>>3321081
Thanks for running!

>>3321095
Damn

>>3321081
>>3321095
That was based. I hope Richard suggests more fitting attire for Catastrovania to wear in their rematch

>>3321081
Thanks for running, this quest is great.

>>3321081
He took that surprisingly well compared to the last two. Okay the keyboard was strange at first but he also knows how to play the melodica! what the hell does that even sound like? Wonder when dick will realize what the address is about?

>>3326803
To answer the question of what a melodica sounds like, this is the more common type. https://youtu.be/4o_fyuv7WT0