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Here are the links for Vanilla and Volt's interviews that I posted over twitter for anyone who doesn't follow me there.

Take a second to read them while I post, this won't be a terribly long thread (Apologies if that's what you're here for) but this thread is mainly just for some fanservice and tying some loose ends since the arc is over.

Hopefully this won't take more than 2 days at most, also after the thread is over, we're all going to have a little talk about the future of this quest,(Don't panic, nothing bad, I promise)

Now without further ado, let's get into this Epilogue!

>Posting...

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Time: February 12, 7:37PM, Nightfall

Location: Yorknew, Kingsway street, Xander’s Mansion

CRASHHHHH! In the distance, a flash of thunder roars out

“Augh…” You groan as you as this blast awakens you, you clamber to your hands and knees as you try and rub the dirt from your bleary eyes.

You breathe heavily as you look around to find yourself in the garden of some kind of Mansion you’ve never seen before.

The smell of smoke and blood fills the air and you currently lay in a pile of glass and grass as you seem to have landed in the front lawn.

You slowly find your way to both feet, your body hurt and unsteady from the fall and your body can’t help but hunch over due to the two bullet wounds in your abdomen.

(Shit...where the hell am I? How did I get here? Wasn’t I at the bottom of the pit just a few seconds ago? How did I get out…?) you question.

You shake your head, (It’s no use...I can’t remember. Everything after those delusions I had at the bottom of the pit is a blur...It’s hard to even tell how much of what’s happened is even real or this is some kind of bad dream…)

You take a few steps forward, but quickly collapse to your hands and knees again as a striking pain in your abdomen topples you to the ground.

(Fuck...But these bullets holes are for real that’s for damn sure...I got shot by Fernand, or is it Solace? Jesus I don’t fucking know…) you wonder.

CRACK! Somewhere nearby an explosive burst of fire breaks a window causing glass to shower nearby.

That gets you fighting back to your feet as you limp your way through the garden, (Well none of that shit matters now, for now, I got to get the hell out of this place…) you realize.

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Dark clouds gather above you, the crackle of thunder and lightning in the distance as you push yourself with all your might to the other end of the garden, the place is flaming wreck that looks ready to fall apart a moments notice.

Not even looking at the burning mansion, the Garden, or rather, the pile of crushed leaves and turned over meadows that was once known as a Garden, looks like it would be more suited to a cemetery than a opulent abode.

However, this place may as well just be a cemetery now, the smell of burning dead bodies permeates the air, making it hard to even breathe.

It’s a struggle not to blanch as you're forced to breathe in the ashes of the dead, (Jesus fucking Christ, did a flaming twister run through this place or something? Who or what the hell could have done all this damage?) you question, utterly baffled by the sheer destruction.

Getting away from the burning devastation, you look ahead to see an exit, the front gate, which has been ripped from its hinges and is splayed across the ground in a heap.

(Yes, finally a way out of this hellhole…) you think as you fight over to it.

Vrooooooom! it’s then you hear a convoy of cars drive approaching from up the road, heading towards the gate.

What will you do?

>Duck down into the nearby bushes

>Make a break for it and try and hop the wall

>>3556196
are we leaving a blood trail? if no
>Duck down into the nearby bushes
if yes
>Make a break for it and try and hop the wall

>>3556196
>>Duck down into the nearby bushes

>>3556204
>>3556223

>Hit the floor!

>Writing...

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(Shit! Gotta get down!) you realize as you hit the floor and crawl into some nearby bushes.

4 cars roll through the destroyed gates, circling their way through the devastated garden and stopping at the front entrance to the mansion.

As they stop, a small squad of men exit from the front car and walk around the area, their heads craning this way and that.

“So where the hell is this blonde bastard? How the hell did one kid raise all this hell on his own?” A larger, older man asks, clearly the leader of this group.

(Who the hell are these guys? Reinforcements? Who do they mean by ‘Blonde Bastard’, they can’t possibly be talking about me, right…?) you wonder.

But before you’re allowed to think anymore on the subject, someone approaches the group from the left.

“How nice of you to ask that for me. Saved me the trouble of asking a pointless question.” that someone is Xander, his normally taunting voice filled with disdain and angry as he approaches the searching man.

You feel a surge of rage as you see his face, (Xander…! You fucking scum...) you growl silently from the bushes as you listen to the two talk.

The man turns around and bows curtly as he approaches, “Boss. We’re terribly sorry to be so late. Traffic was an absolute mess on the way and your call was so sudden…”

Xander puts a hand up,“Raise your head Xellzonie, you’re a lieutenant of the family, we can’t have you looking so pitiful.” He states.

“Truly sorry Boss…” he apologizes again.

Xander shakes his head, “And stop saying sorry. Your tardiness is excused, I know you Xellzonie, if you couldn’t make it earlier, then it simply couldn’t be helped.”

“I mean, this is Yorknew after-all! The wonderful land where the hearts of men can be bought for a dime a dozen but a run in with your typical driver? That will cost you an arm and a leg!” Xander jokes.

All the men in the group share a chuckle, “Right you are Boss. Has the intruder been located?” Xellzonie asks.

Xander shakes his head, “Unfortunately, we’ve seen neither hide nor bloody cadaver of our little invader. I had him in my sights mere moments ago, but like the murderous snake he is, he’s slipped right from my grasp.” He states.

(Murderous snake? That’s fucking rich coming from you...but what still, just what the hell are they talking about?) you question.

“Yeah, I hear you boss…” Xellizonie looks on the burning mansion with a look of horror and awe, “But still Boss, are the reports I’ve heard true? One blonde 16-year old kid did all this? I just can’t believe that...” He asks.

(One blonde 16-year old? No way...It was really me who did all this, but...how? Why can’t I remember anything!?) you grab your head in pain.

“Take it from me Xell, this world ours is filled with all sorts unbelievable phenomena, the killing of 50 men by a single young boy isn’t even that far-fetched compared to some of the things I’ve heard.” Xander counters.

“50 men? Christ Almighty...What should we do with this psycho Boss?” He asks.

He closes his eyes and shakes his head.“That should be obvious lieutenant, an attack like this amounts to nothing less but a declaration of war. So we must answer in kind, if for no other than we must avenge our dead comrades.”

“Damn right boss. So what do you want us to do? Put out a search for the brat? Inform the rest of the mafia community? The ten dons?” He asks.

Your eyes go wide, (The entire mafia community!? He’s going to sic all 10 of dons on my ass!? Shit, I’m in it deep now…) you realize.

Xander puts a finger to his chin as he thinks, “No...This is a problem we need to handle on our own. We can’t have the other families learning about this attack too soon, we happen to be a little low on good guards at the moment.” He answers.

“Right, but still, if this brat is as crazy as you say he is, there’s no way we can just sit back and do nothing.” He counters.

“There’s no need to do anything.” Says a familiar smug voice.

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(Wait? Is that-) you think as you look back towards the house and see Fernand-or rather- Solace approaching with a smile on his face.

“What all should be doing is nothing. Let our intruder escape, it’s not yet time to be hunting him down.” He orders.

The lieutenant looks visually displeased, “Excuse me? If you can’t tell, my boss is standing in front of me, who the fuck are you and why should I take your orders?” He asks.

Another man with his rifle primed steps up, “You know this asshole boss? He kinda fits the description you gave out for a blonde kid, should I off his ass?” he asks.

Xander puts a hand up, “Stand down, he’s the man who’s helping me with-”

Solace waves a hand, “No need to speak up Xander, worry not, I shall introduce myself.” He states.

He then puts a hand to his chest and speaks, “My name is Solace Moon, though I prefer to go by the nickname Ghost and ask that you all refer to me as such from now on.” He asks.

The lieutenant narrows his eyes, “Ghost huh? I remember boss talking about you once, you’re the guy that helped us destroy Carp-denium or whatever their names.”

“Exactly the same. It’s good that I can save the explanation.” he smiles.

You grit your teeth in rage (By god, flaunting your betrayal like it’s some kind of badge of honor, you really are just a piece of fucking shit to your core aren’t you Fernand!?) you fume.

Xellazione calms down some, but still looks mildly angered, “Okay, so what’s this about doing nothing now?” He asks.

“There’s nothing to explain, your best course of action is no action. Let our intrude escape, you have no reason to hunt him down presently.” he answers.

The entire groups gives him an annoyed look, “Uh, Ghost right? Tell me are you daft, dumb or a little of both? The fuck do you mean no reason?” Xellazione asks.

“I’d like to think neither and I have to answer your question with a question, what reason do you have to pursue presently?” He asks.

Ah fuck, I'm starting to think God (The actual one, not me) genuinely hates me.

I'm stopping the thread here, I just got off the phone with my Mother because my brother has just attempted Suicide and now I'm going to the hospital to deal with it, I have no idea when I'll be back, probably update you all tomorrow or later tonight.

Take a second to tell your family members you love them, if for no other reason to make me feel a little better. Goodbye for now.

>>3556448
Holy fuck, take your time QM. IRL comes first.

>>3556448
Jesus Christ

Okay, I'm finally back from the hospital and I can tell you that today has left me both physically and mentally drained.

Obviously I won't go into detail about my family affairs, this is a completely private and very depressing matter that should weigh only on my head and none of yours.

But I do have to inform you all that the thread is being delayed again due to his incident and I am truly sorry for it.

Just to calm any of you that might be worried, my brother is currently fine, physically anyway, mentally it was worrying for me to even leave him alone in his hospital room and come back here.

But naturally that means things are a bit too tense and family members are proposing some very extreme methods of helping my brother that I can't have happening, not on my watch.

So I'm ending the thread here and I'll try and restart it once everything's calmed down.

If there's even one good thing that came out of this (if you can even call it that) is that everything happened verly early into the thread, so thankfully restarting it won't be too much of a chore.

I shall tell you all when we're continuing Sunday (That's assuming nothing absolutely terrible happens along the way)

Once again, I'm extremely sorry, I shall try my best to get running again as soon as possible.

>>3556880
Sorry? I mean It's always unfortunate for 'the curse' to delay our fun but-

Dude, It's not your fault. Not at all. Never for something like this.

I'm just glad that things aren't worse. Take as much time as you need, don't feel pressured about running or even running Sunday. Just, work things out. Relax. If you feel fine go ahead but really, don't make yourself If you feel uncomfortable, take time If you want It. For what It's worth, I'm sorry about your brother. Ciao, Rock.

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You've run a man's Quest, sir. I guess you're through, huh?
It's a shame Best Girl won't live. But then again, who does?

>>3556892

Thank you for the consideration anon, but it's my brother that needs the kind words not me.

>>3557056

>I guess you're through, huh?

Who said I was ending the quest? I'm just delaying this thread until the problems on my end are cleared.

Unless you're talking about this being called (Epilogue 1) and you think that means I'm ending the quest after this, in which case no.

This episode is just the end of [Chapter 1] after which I'll continue onto [Chapter 2] in a few months.

Thank you for enjoying my work so though, I hope you and the anon above you will come back when I restart this episode.

Also:

>Rea Best girl

You Sir, have excellent taste.

>>3557122
It was a Blade Runner joke.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=83tboDnpE7Y

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Alright anons, finally, things have calmed down some, the more reactionary members of my family have agreed that shock therapy is not the answer to my brother's problems and I think I finally have some time to run again, (Mainly cause the doctors won't let me visit him in the psych ward anymore, so I need something to distract myself right now.)

So with that I shall restart the thread tomorrow (since I'm busy with work today.) see you all soon!

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>>3560453
Cool, see you tomorrow Rock-sama. Just don't push yourself man, if you need to stop, stop.

Alright boys, we start back up in 2 hours, ready yourselves.

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A glare forms on Xellazione’s face, “Are you fucking joking? Did you miss the 50 or so bodies on your nice walk over here? Boss’s friend or not, I’ll blow your brains out if you chat dumb shit like that twice.” He threatens.

Solace’s face remains unshifted, ever the polite smile, “Oh I saw them the intruder happened to drag one of them inside the office and slit his throat in front of me.” He states.

He grits his teeth in anger, “If you get it, why the fuck did you-”

“I saw them. So now I have to ask, what reason do you have to pursue?” He asks again.

“You’re fucking dead-!” Xellazione steps forward as if to strike Solace, but Xander steps forward and forms a barrier between the two.

“Calm yourself Xell. My friend here is a bit of an oddball, let me talk to him.” He orders.

He reluctantly stands back, “Thanks for that, I’d rather not things get anymore violent than they already have.” Solace thanks.

Xander shakes his head with a displeased look, “I didn’t stop him because I wanted to help you, I stopped him because I know if I let him strike you I’d be down 51 men and I can’t stand to lose anymore now.” He explains.

Xellazione gives a worried look as Solace laughs, “Well thank you anyway, one less dead body is always a good thing.” He states.

Xander clicks his tongue, “Yes, yes my good friend. However, you have to understand where my men are coming from.” He starts.

He puts a hand out and points to his burning manor, “Have you wondered what that scent clogging your nose is? It’s the scent of 50 people’s ashes flying up your nostrils. All of them put to prye by one man who as far we know could still be on this estate.” He explains.

That causes you to tense up as he continues, “Surely you must understand, this cannot go unpunished yet you wish for us to just let him leave?”

“Exactly so.” He answers.

Xander shows a crack in his face, “For what reason?” he asks.

“Well 2 reasons, firstly, you’re in no state to even kill the intruder.” He answers.

Xelliazone steps in, “We’re in no state? The fuck are you on about? If the reports are right, the kid’s got two bullets in his stomach and you’re saying we still can’t just pop him?” He asks.

He nods, “Exactly so. He didn’t kill 50 men by chance. Even injured as he is, all 12 of you would be dead in less than 30 seconds if he were to show himself right now.” He explains.

Xellazione lurches back and Xander bites his lip, “As ridiculous as that sounds, if what you told me was true, than that’s probably not an exaggeration.” Xander admits.

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He sighs, “Okay, that’s one valid reason, what’s the other?” he asks.

“Well, if you don’t remember, we have a few people we need to visit before we all take our leave from this fair city.” He reminds.

“Take our leave? The hell does that mean?” Xellazione asks.

Xander answers, “Exactly as it sounds Xell. We’re leaving Yorknew and the country.”

Surprised faces lace the entire group of men, your own included, (They’re leaving!? What!? That makes no sense, after an attack like this!?) you question.

Your sentiment is echoed through Xellazione, “What do you mean boss!? Why are we leaving!? We’ve lived and worked here all our lives! You’d be leaving behind the whole family legacy!” he shouts.

“I am aware Xell and it disheartens me to do this. But in true mafia fashion-" He gestures to Solace.

"My friend here offered me a deal I couldn’t refuse.” He explains.

Xellazione grimaces, "Just who the hell is this brat?" he asks.

Xander smiles, “Someone who will take our family to greater heights than we could ever imagine.” He soothes.

Xellazione still looks completely blown away, “W-Well, even still boss, now!? After this attack while everyone in the in the family is still trying to figure just what the hell happened!? The Xander mansion that’s stood for well over a 100 years hasn’t even finished burning down yet!” He counters.

Xander walks past Xellazione, “That’s how great this deal is, even a 100-year old legacy can’t compare! Besides…”

Xander stops for a moment and stares back at the burning manor, for the first time, you see a real frown on his face, “That place...holds no good memories to me.” he explains.

Xander then turns back and looks to the cars, “Which is these cars is the one I asked to be arranged for me?” he asks.

All the men still look baffled but one of them points to the car in the center of the convoy,
“That one Boss. We made sure to book a nice hotel for everyone to stay in while we decided our next move.” He explains.

Xander moves to car and opens the door, “Perfect, once we arrive there, me and ghost will break down our future plans and ready everyone for the flight out of the country.” He states.

“And the Blonde bastard?” Xellazione asks.

“Unfortunately, once we leave the country, we won’t be able to give chase, so just as ghost said, we’ll have to let him go…” He answers.

(So I’m really getting away free? I don’t know if that’s a sign of my luck turning around or fate tempting me to put my guard down…)

Xander then smiles, “However, we can make his life a living nightmare. Get in touch with the 10 dons, I want his face known throughout the mafia community as a mass murderer.” He states.

You groan quietly (The 10 fucking dons!? Fuck you fate…)

Solace steps in, “Wouldn’t that mean reporting this devastating defeat to the whole community? That could be bad for the family Xander.” He warns.

“You’re exactly right, which is why we’ll give the tip anonymously and we won’t give name or location. Just his face, that way he’ll have to live in fear wandering the streets, his actions forever haunting him so he can never forget.” He explains.

Solace shrugs, “A fair punishment I suppose, is that all you wanted to do before we leave?” he asks.

“Yes, I believe it’s about time we got going.” Xander agrees.

Xellazione sighs as he looks over to the burning manor, “What a fucking shitshow this all is…” He groans.

“Tell me about it. Or rather, don’t, I don’t want to hear about it.” He says as he gets into the car.

But before he closes the door, he notices Solace walking away, “Ghost, where are you going? We shouldn’t linger here any longer.” Xander states.

“You’re completely right, but you see, my bladder doesn’t seem ready for the long ride ahead, so I need to take a quick trip to the bushes…” He explains.

You feel a pang of fear as Xander sighs and speaks, “Well okay then, Xell, follow him and keep him safe in case the intruder-”

Solace starts hurrying away, “Don’t worry, I won’t need any security for a quick trip to the restroom.” He says as he hurries away.

Xander leans back in his seat, “Fine, just make it quick will you? My house has been pissed enough by fate already.” He agrees.

(Oh fucking shit! He’s coming!) you begin to panic as he approaches, looking for a good place to relieve himself.

He looks over to the bush you’re hiding in and smiles, “Ah, this looks a good spot.” He says as he closes in on you.

You tense up and hold your mouth to mask your breathing as he stands over you, “What a shame I have to soil such beautiful looking shrubbery, but when nature calls, it howls like a wilderbeast.” He states.

You hear him pull down his zipper, (Oh for fuck sake, he to choose this bush out of all the others right? Now I have to sit here and quietly get pissed on by this piece of shit.) you fume silently.

(As if he didn’t piss all over us when he went turncoat, all the death, all the pain I’ve gone through, it’s mainly your fucking fault…) you realize.

And that’s when a thought occurs to you (...Maybe I can get him back for it…) you think as you look over to Xander and his escort.

(Those guys are well over 30 meters away and looking away to give him privacy, if I can pull him down and stop him from screaming, I could choke him out…) you realize.

You grip your hands, they feel numb, much like the rest of your body, (Even in my weak state, he’s half my height and probably half my strength too. All I’d need to be is quick and I can avenge everyone…)

What will you do?

>Attack Solace

>Relent and wait for him to leave

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>>Attack Solace

>>3562623

>No getting away...

>Writing

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Your fist tightens till your knuckles go white, (There's no way I can let a chance like this slip away! I have no idea what's going on, but if there's anything I do know-)

You shift yourself silently, careful not to rustle any leaves unnaturally as you ready yourself (-It's that you're the reason I had to go through hell! And I won't let you get away with it!) you think as you ready yourself to pounce.

"Not very wise of you, I expect better." Solace suddenly blurts out.

You feel a strike of fear that almost makes you gasp, That’s when you look up to see he isn’t peeing at all, instead he looks down with a devious smile as he speaks.

“Attack me here and the only thing you bring yourself is an early death. It's sad to see your emotions are stronger than your reason, learn to control yourself and you'll get far in this life." He states.

(What the fuck? What is he saying? If he knows I’m here, why hasn’t he tried to kill me?) you wonder.

“You’re a lucky man. You cause all this chaos and destruction and you’ll get to live on peacefully, even if only for a short while.” he states

“....” You say nothing back, your mouth frozen out of both terror and confusion.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure Xander doesn’t go looking to kill you anytime soon. You’re my special little experiment after-all, I can’t have you die until I’ve seen the results you produce.” He comforts.

(What the fuck is he blabbing about? Experiment? Results? Is he talking out his ass or something?) you wonder.

“Bare in mind, the reason I haven’t had you killed is because I want to see how far you’ll go. I’m not being nice to you, I’m sparing you because you’re weak.” he insults.

(Weak…?) That word cuts at you deep in your heart, because you know he’s speaking the truth.

“Use the time I’m giving you to grow, become a good warrior, learn the proper way to use your new powers for if you don’t, they’ll learn a way to use you.” He explains.

(New powers? What is he…?) you just don’t get it.

“Hey Ghost! Boss says hurry up, he can’t wait forever!” Xellazione shouts from afar.

“Right! I was just finishing up!” Solace shouts back.

He then looks back to you, “Well looks like I have to go, but before I do, two pieces of advice.” he says as he zips back up.

“First, you have quite a few trials to face in the future. You will encounter nasty, merciless psychopaths with no remorse in killing 100s of people or torturing the innocent. I suggest you become much the same. This world isn’t for the kind or pure of heart.” He states.

He then turns away and speaks, “Second, if I were you, I’d make a break for it the second I walk away, even if I tell him not too, if Xander or his men see you running, I doubt they would be so kind as to listen to me when I say don’t shoot. Bye bye~” He says as he walks away.

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding as he leaves.

“That was a long bathroom break, just how huge is your bladder?” Xander asks as Solace enters the car.

He laughs, “My apologies, I just had a hard time letting it out when everything is so tense! Best we get this convoy going, that will probably calm me down.” He suggests.

Xander smiles, “Right, a nice drive does sound great right now. Xell, let’s roll.” He orders.

“Right Boss!” He shouts as he gets into the car along with all the other men and they drive off the premise.

Once they're out of ear-shot, you finally emerge from you impromptu foxhole and run for the gate, dashing as far from building as possible.

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>2 Hours later…

Time: February 12, 9:37 PM, Nighttime

Location: Yorknew, Central Downtown, Sunnyroad.

FWASHHHHHHHHHHH! The roar of the Downpour howls through the city streets, a cascade of water, thunder and lightning strike the concrete and earth of the grungy street.

“Hah...hah...Hah...Hah!” You pant heavily as you keep on dashing down the street, heading where? You don’t know.

You’ve never been to this part of the city, you typically stay away from any deep downtown areas. As it often is that the further from downtown you are, the longer you tend to live, that was a truth you always believed.

But the opposite has become your truth, now it doesn’t matter whether you’re in criminal infested rathole at that center of downtown, or a nice farm on the other-side of the country, for you, there is no more safe havens, there’s nowhere you can hide.

(I’ve done it now, I’ve pissed off the 10 dons...I don’t know how, but I...killed over 50 people today. I...I brought so much death I can’t even comprehend it…) you think as you dash through the heavy rain.

(It doesn’t matter where I run, It doesn’t where I hide...The 10 dons control every corner of the world...It’s only a matter of time till every mobster this side of the west coast is on the look-out for my ass…) you realize.

You nearly slip on a slick street corner as, you narrowly recover and run, (And unlike before, I don’t have a single person left to turn to...No one. Carpe-diem is dead, My family is dead, God knows where Rickard and Austin are, fuck I hope they’re okay…) you wonder.

You shake your head, whipping water from your hair all over the place and clearing your soaked vision, (Damn it! Shit’s so fucked I’m not even sure I’ll be alive long enough to check on them! What have I done!? What the fuck did I do to deserve all this!?)

You begin to cry as you run, your tears soaked up and washed away by the falling rain.

Before you know it, your non-stop running takes you to a pier, Wharfs and warehouses run in a chain all the way down the concrete dock, a horrible, fishy scent smashes into your nose as you walk along the dock.

However, the smell doesn’t bother, after-all, in comparison to smell of your friends rotting corpses no smell on earth could be half as foul as that.

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The thought of that flashes the memory of everything that’s happened these past few days back to you, all the hurt you felt, all the death you saw, all the struggle you survived.

(But for what?) you ask yourself as you tread along the shore-line, looking down into the rushing sea-waters below.

(So much suffering...And for what? Some crazy idealistic cause? Some vague idea of Justice? Some bullshit thought of rebellion?) you think.

(It was hopeless from the start, I knew that, but I still went and did it anyway, like the dumbass I am I tried to become something I will never be, a goddamn hero…) you realize.

(And now look at me...My whole world’s ended, there’s nothing left for me, no one left to return to, no one left to fight for, no one left to fight with…) you wallow in despair at the thought of it all.

Your walk comes to an end at the edge of a wooden pier, you look out to the fishing boats in the distance, (I have no cause and now that I’ve pissed off the 10 dons...no future…) you realize.

You then look down to the pitch black waters below, a watery abyss that threatens to swallow you by just staring at it, (With the way things are going, I’m probably going to be dead in a week anyway, if I even last that long…)

You take a step closer, hanging your toes off the edge, (If that’s the case...Why don’t I just save myself all the fear and heartache by just...ending it?) you wonder.

You breathe heavy as you balance between life and death, you stick one foot out, preparing to eject yourself off the edge, (It’s just one step...It’s just one step!) you tell yourself as you work up the courage to leap.

“Hey kid, the hell do you think you're doing standing there? You're not planning on poisoning the city's water are you?” But before you can cast yourself off, your suicide attempt is brought to an end by the bored voice of a grungy old man.

“Huh!?” His question startles you, throwing you off-balance and calling you to fall on your back, making you stare right up at him from below.

“This place is poisoned enough as is.” He looks down at you with an slightly annoyed look on his face.

“....” you say nothing back.

He sighs, “If you’re looking to go skinny-dipping kid, find a better pond, dive in this one and you’ll be coming back up with something worse than a cold, if you come up at all.” he warns.

“I know that…” You state.

He crouches down, his umbrella shielding you from the rain as he looks you straight in the eye, “If you know that, why the hell are you doing it then? Unless you actually got a deathwish, I don’t see what the hell you’re doing here.” he counters.

“....” you can’t bear to look straight in his eyes, you turn away without saying a word.

He sniffs at the air, “...You reek of dirt, blood and sorrow. Been chewed out by the city kid? That what brought you here? Don't worry, happens to the best of us.” he extends a hand to help pick you up.

You glare at that helping hand and swat it away, “Will you just...leave. I want to be alone, just leave me...alone.” you ask.

The frown on his face becomes so deep that wrinkles form on both sides of his mouth, makes his aged face 10 times older, “So that’s how it is huh? A young brat like you, so down on his luck that he thinks the only way to find peace is take the easy way out huh?”

“....” You sit up from your prone position, putting your hands on your knees and escaping the rain under the man’s umbrella, he scratches the back of his head as he regards you.

“Well, I’m neither a saint nor a good Samaritan or even a good person. If you feel like offing yourself, more power to ya, land of the free and rising suicide rates and all that.” He states.

He then reaches a hand out to you again, “But if you’re willing to take a little walk, I know the perfect place for you.” He claims.

“Perfect place?” you ask back.

“Yeah, it’s filled with people who also smell like a garbage-covered graveyard. It's filthy run-down old shack I call a bar, but I like to think the drinks I serve are worth the god-awful service.” He explains.

(What the hell? That sounds like the worst deal I’ve ever heard…) you think, but somehow, his words they pull you in.

“Wanna come over and taste them? First rounds on me. Can't say anything about the rest though.” He states.

“...” you stared at that hand for a good while, thinking of the right words, thinking about the right course of action, about whether you had to right to go seek happiness again, especially after everything that’s happened.

You remember clearly what you said, you took your hand into his and as he rose you to your feet, you said…

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“Fuck no! Are you fucking retarded!?” You shout in vexed frustration.

“No? The hell do you mean no?” Derrick asks back.

“No means fucking no! No I won’t quit the test just cause I’m a little hurt!” You counter, absolutely refusing to back down on this.

“Oh Christ you dumbass, why can’t you get this?” He asks as he stands over you, shaking his head at your stubbornness.

Your name Telfour Bradford, former-pro boxer and Pit-fighter, current Pro-Badass and aspiring Hunter.

Time: January 21, 7:32 AM, Morning

Location: Renpiri Region, Sunnyside City, Beanbuddy cafe

Or at least, you were aspiring till you got your ass handed to you by your best friend and rival, Derrick which has landed you in the loser’s bracket.

Now, you aren’t particular angry about this, you kinda expected to get your ass beat because you were less focused on winning and more focused on getting Derrick out of the emotional rut he was in.

But it’s clear now that rut ran deeper than you imagined for the injuries you suffered during the fight have left you not only physically impaired but out-right debilitated.

The twins have gone in the backroom with the chairman to discuss the proceedings of the next series of fights.

So while you all wait, you’ve been seated on a chair in the middle of the cafe with Arztz pressing an ice pack to your swollen eye while everyone attempts to talk you into quitting the test and giving up on the loser’s bracket, which you absolutely refuse to do.

You look over to Derrick, “It’s you who doesn’t get it man! I’m so close! That license is so close to being mine! Just one more fight away! I only got one more ass to kick before I’m done!” You counter.

“You look in a mirror lately buddy? It’d a be a miracle if you can even see straight let alone fight again.” Vanilla sits at a table with Peachnia while they draw something on a large sheet.

“Is that some kind of shit joke!? I’ve got enough piss and vigor left in me to go another 10 fights!” you counter.

“Yeah but Piss and vigor is all you’ve got left to give, Derrick knocked just about everything else out!” Peachnia laughs.

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“You better watch your fucking mouth Pierr-cunt! We may just end up tussling soon and if we do I’mma make your nose so red that you won’t even need to buy a fake one for your shows no more!” You threaten.

Arztz holds you steady, “Please don’t get too worked up Mr.Bradford, your body can’t handle any accidents or abuse right now.” he warns.

What will you say?

>Shut up Doc, she started it!

>Fine, fine, whatever you say Doc…

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>Bradford having a calm and reasoned response? What is this world coming too..

>Writing..

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You roll your eyes, “Yeah, yeah, I get it Doc. No fun till the old bones aren’t so brittle anymore.”

Arztz sighs, “Come on now, don’t give me that, you need to be more concerned about your health! You do such reckless things so casually Mr.Bradford!” He scolds.

You dig your ear out, “Jeez, when you’d turn from house twink to house Mom? I was just reminding the Carnie bitch to not step on the wrong foot before it goes up her ass.”

“Yeah right dumbass! You can’t even stand up without falling over!” She counters.

You feel your blood boil, “The fuck was that!? Why I ought to-” You get up, ready to knock some clown skull in, but the second you rise to your feet, your knees immediately buckle and start dancing around like loose noodles before you crash face first into the ground.

“No, Mr.Bradford! What did I just say!?” Arztz shouts as he rushes over and picks you up.

“Fucking...owwww…” you groan as blood runs from your nose.

Peachnia laughs uproariously, “Well would you look at that! His nose is so red he doesn’t even need a fake one to show how much of a clown he is!”

“Yeah, laugh it up bitch! When I get my legs in working order again, guess whose ass is first on the kicking list!” You counter.

Landon presses a hand against his mouth to stifle a giggle as he sits crosslegged on a couch with Etheline, “Well, I must agree that his intelligence is a little on the questionable side but you must give praise to his tenacity.”

“Tenacity and Impudence have an uncanny similarity to an untrained eye, but the key difference is, one is practiced by the heroic, the other, by the foolish.” Noell declares.

“Wise words as always dear prince. But in that case, I can’t help but admire such foolishness.” Landon states.

“Of course you do, just as Misery loves company, foolishness is never without it and you bring both to my life.” He shakes his head.

Landon smiles, “Oh baby~, you only say that because you just can’t admit you like having me around. Without my beaming smile, where would you be?” He asks.

“Somewhere happy. Now the better question who was foolish enough to let you free from your restraints?” Noell counters.

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Etheline raises her hand, “Sorry, he said he was getting light-headed from all the blood rushing to his head so I thought he learned his lesson…”

Landon pats Etheline’s head with a smile, “That’s right, now all the blood is rushing to my heart since it’s so infected by your sweetness! In-fact, I think I’m going to diabetic!”

Noell looks concerned, “Etheline, if you value your safety you’ll move away from that hand now, else you might be infected with something far graver than diabetes.”

“Now that’s just mean! Don’t listen to him dearest! He’s just trying to defame me!” Landon pouts as he reaches out to Etheline again, but grabs at air.

He looks over to see Etheline at the other end of the couch, She gives a strained smile, “Dearest, you don’t think he’s serious, right?” Landon asks in a sad tone.

She shakes her head, “It’s not that I think he’s serious! It’s just...can’t be too cautious right?”

“Now you’re starting to get it, though I’d still say that even being on that same couch with him too is a danger to health and purity.” He explains.

“Oh come now, isn’t that going a bit too far? I’m not some kind of walking virus or something!” He counters.

Noell nods, “That’s right, you’re no virus, you’re a living epidemic. In-fact, for health reasons, I think we need to burn that couch, with you still on it.” Noell berates.

Landon laughs, “Jeez if only you could mince words like you play with swords! That threat was so scary it almost seemed real!”

Noell branishes a lighter, “Florette, fetch the cleansing oil.” He orders.

“Right away young master.” Florette pulls out a bottle of lighter fuel from her bag and readies it.

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Landon puts on a nervous smile, “A-Anyway! why are you so against Bradford continuing? Is he not allowed to start his epic heroic journey like the rest of us?” He asks.

Noell narrows his eyes, “Yes, because Bradford is heroism incarnate. His idiocy surely won’t lead to his equally idiotic demise. ”

You smile as you are seated back in the chair, “A hero you say!? Now was that a compliment spider-monkey!? I never thought I’d see the day!”

“No and you never will. What I’m trying to say you’re a cadaver a few steps from finding his crypt.” Noell explains.

You give him a confused look, “What’s a cadaver? Sounds like rich people food. You telling me I look rich? Well damn thanks man! I gotta say, you’re looking pretty good yourself! You don’t look like you want to hang yourself for once!”

Noell pinches the bridge of his nose, “Surely you jest, talking to you makes the other end of the noose look like a pleasant retreat.”

Flourette steps in, “Look Bradford, all the young master, Derrick and everyone else is trying to say is that they’re concerned for your safety-”

“Put words in my mouth and I’ll put my foot in yours harlot. He could jump off a bridge with a noose tied to his throat and you’d find me laughing and clapping before you see me weeping and mourning.” Noell cuts her off.

Vanilla nods, “Here fucking here! you think I care for this retard? I just want him to shut the hell up so I can finish drawing up my plans here! He could play Russian Roulette with a 5-bullet handicap for all I care.”

You pull up your shotgun and load 5 shells into the chamber, “Okay bitches, you wanna play some fucking roulette!? I got five shots right here! Who’s feeling lucky!?” You counter.

Peachnia grabs her newly re-built baseball bat, “If they have to deal with your annoying ass, no one.” Peachnia counters.

Flourette brings her hands up to calm everyone down, “Anyway! The main point is that most of us are concerned for your safety, so you should be as well.”

You lower your beloved weapon, “You say that, but I’m pretty sure my ass is in more danger stuck here with you all than fighting to the death!” you confess.

“Justifiable, at least in mortal combat you your opponent has the decency to tell you when they’re going to stab you. Not a courtesy most here would show you.” Dillion adds as he shoots a glare at Reynauld.

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“Exactly Trustfund! Now if we could just end all the bullshit and just wait till the twins get back here, we can skip to the part where I beat one of your asses!” you state.

“Now that’s where you and I disagree, how do you expect to fight with only one good eye? Your other one is looking a tad black.” Dillion counters.

“Yeah well that’s cause I only need one eye to beat your ass, or anyone else’s ass in here!” You growl as you point left and right at everyone putting you down.

As you do so, Arztz grabs your extended arm and pushes it down, “Again that I ask that you please refrain from moving around too much Mr.Bradford. Don’t go picking fights when you’re still so hurt.”

“What!? You saying I couldn’t win a fight with you all!? Still Got no faith in me do ya twinkie!?” you question.

He shakes his head, “No Mr.Bradford, I’m as confident in your combat prowess as you are, but you must understand you were already injured before your previous battle and these new injuries are only slowing down your healing process.”

“And? So!?” you ask.

Arztz looks a little annoyed, “And for you to go out and get any more injured than this, Mr.Bradford, you’ll suffer serious brain damage and get Ataxia, you know that right?” He scolds.

You give him a perplexed look, “How the hell would brain damage get me a taxi? Are you sure you ain’t the one getting fucked in the head doc?By something other than your man that is!” you laugh.

“....” Arztz goes speechless at your amazing comeback, blown away by your facts and logic.

“Also, case ya didn’t know, there ain’t no a sound in taxi you dunce. And here I thought the shitty accent was Brovoski’s shtick.” you pile on.

Arztz looks away with a pained look in his eyes, “Well Doc, think you can fix him?” Derrick asks.

Arztz finds a nearby seat, plops himself down like a ragdoll and holds his head, “No...I’ve never seen a case this hopeless in my life...I can’t possibly fix that…” Arztz says with a voice on the verge of tears.

Derrick shakes his head, “Damn...it’s just as thought, not even medical science can cure a case of stupid that strong…”

“Huh? Huh!?” You don’t quite get what they’re all saying.

Brovoski comes over and rests his massive hand over Arztz back, “Don’t feel bad. It clear Loud man have brain problems long before this even start.” he comforts.

Arztz shakes his head, “I’m aware...I’m aware, but...It still hurts to be so powerless when such a terrible condition must plague him day in and day out...The stupid, it must burn so much…”

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Brovoski nods, “That it does ghost, just find comfort that with stupid that strong, he not suffer long, his pain over soon…”

“The hell is that supposed to mean!? Are you motherfuckers making fun of me!? I’ll kill all you dumbfucks!” You rage in confusion.

“Look man, the point is you need to slow down a minute, keep rushing head-first to death like this and one of these days, his scythe will reach your throat.” Derrick explains.

What will you say?

>When that happens, I’ll just punch death in the face!

>I’ll be fine as long as I have you by my side!

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>As long as you're with me...

>Writing

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You smile, “When that happens, I’ll just bob and weave out of the way of the blade and you and me will bash death in his fucking Liver!” you counter.

Derrick holds his nose in frustration, “Okay, first off, I’m pretty damn sure that death doesn’t have a Liver-”

“Wait, wait! But then how the hell does he piss then!? I mean, even if he’s fucking death, he’s gotta let it leak right?” You ask.

Arztz holds up a finger, “Actually, Urine is made in the kidneys, not the liver, and I don’t believe that’s his point-”

“Then I’ll punch him in his fucking kidneys! Or better yet I’ll knock his fucking bony face in! That will teach him for going around dressed in all black like an edgelord! Who does he think he is!? Noell!?” You counter.

“Please don’t disgrace my name by including it in your inane analogy.” Noell comments.

Derrick rubs his temples in extreme frustration, “Can you stop cutting me off and just fucking listen-”

“No, you listen to me!” you cut him off again.

His eye twitches and puts on a face as if he’s ready to jump out a window as he nods, “Okay. Go ahead.”

“The point I’m trying to make is that running head-first into death is just my thing. You can’t have me without death at my back too.” you counter.

“Damn, he’s got a point there. You can’t go five minutes around his ass without someone shooting something or blowing something up.” Vanilla nods.

“Exactly cyclops! That’s just how Telfour Booty-Blasting Bradford gets down.” you agree.

“And that’s why I’m trying to tell you need to slow down before you actually fucking die!” Derrick counters.

“Yes and you should keep doing that!” you agree.

“Huh!?” Derrick looks deeply confused.

“Listen man, by this point, you’ve got to know I’m a little retarded. That’s why I’ve got your smartass with me to tell me when I’m being too retarded.” you explain.

“....” He goes quiet.

You smile at him, “After-all it cause of all those times you told my dumbass off when I was acting up that I even made it this far. And as long as I have your naggy-ass with me, death will never catch up to me.”

>Derrick’s heart is moved by your dedication to your friendship! (+50 Points)

He stares absently at you for a second before sighing and smiling, “Shit, you know just cause you say something cool won’t get me off your case you dumbass.”

You smile wide at that, “And I wouldn’t have it any other way!”

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“Anyway! The point is that you need to quit while you’re ahead! There’s always next year.” Derrick states.

“But he isn’t ahead, he got knocked on his ass, By you no less!” Vanilla taunts.

“Not helping Vanilla...” Derrick counters.

“Good, an oaf like that is already beyond help.” He adds.

“Christ Noell! we’re trying to convince him not to kill himself. I know that’s a struggle enough for you on your own!” He asks.

“How many times must I tell you that it’s not that I’m seeking death, it’s that you people drive me towards it.” Noell counters.

Dainary shakes her head, “Just ignore them your majesty, you show them compassion they give you disdain in turn, they are not worthy of your concern.”

“Your exactly right Ms.Dragon.” Volt says as he steps in, hands behind his back and smile on his face.

And just like that the room is a cascade of scowls and growls, “Ah fuck, not this prick again.” You complain.

“Owl...My name is not dragon, it’s Helda Dainary and you will address me by it.” She counters.

He giggles, “And my name isn’t Owl, it’s Volt. I guess that means we’ve both forgotten each other’s names, so let’s call it even.”

She grits her teeth, “Actually, now that I’ve put thought to it, I’d rather not have your toxic tongue sully my good name, so forget it again will you?”

“As you wish, It’ll be out of my head in a matter of seconds.” He answers.

Dainary looks just about ready to toss her spear right at him, Noell speaks, “And just what brings the oh so dignified owl from his nesting place? Finally ready to confess to your crimes?” He asks.

He puts a hand up, “Calm down, believe it or not, I didn’t come here to insult all of you.” he answers.

Flourette shakes her head, “Your mere presence is an insult to all of us, but go ahead, what do you have to say?”

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Volt sighs, “What I am here for is to question what it is all the chatter is about? I can’t even hear myself think with all this sound.”

“Yeah, must suck not being able to jack off to your own voice for once.” Derrick counters.

A small twitch in Volt’s eye, “Well clearly not, because I’m listening to you now aren’t I?” he states.

“Well if you must know, we’re trying to stop Bradford from continuing the exam.” Flourette explains.

“And why exactly are you stopping him? Do you not have faith in your friend to conquer the coming challenges on his own?” he asks.

Derrick shakes his head, “It’s not that I don’t think he can fight! I have a several bruises to prove that! It’s just that in his state, there’s no way he can-”

“-There’s no way he can win? Well you don’t really get to decide that do you? He does.” Volt says as he points at you.

You nod, “Well damn, when you put it that way, I gotta say you’re right.”

“Are you serious man? Do even know what you’re saying?” Derrick asks.

“What he’s saying is exactly what I’ve been saying but in much fancier words!” You state.

“You can’t be serious, you’re actually agreeing with this prick?” Vanilla questions.

“Hey, just because he’s an asshole, doesn’t mean he’s not right. Basically, fights not over till that round bell rings and my clock hasn’t even started ticking!” you answer.

“See? If he wishes to continue the battle, let him. Who are you to say he can no longer fight?” Volt questions.

“Only someone with an actual doctor backing up his claim, but whatever. Don’t go saying I didn’t warn you dumbass.” Derrick shakes his head.

Creak It’s then you hear the creaking of a door opening behind you, you all look to see the twins exiting the back room

“Ah speak of the devil! Two of his spawn have finally come back!” You call out.

“Do you have to be so rude the second we enter the room? We’re not Satan’s spawn!” Ami counters.

“Yeah, at best, you’re what he left us to flush after he was done in the stall.” Reynauld laughs.

They come walking over, “Such Castigation! Such disdain! We come with only words of praise and good news too!” Sheldon exclaims.

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“And by chance what sort of praise would this be?” Dillion asks.

“We just got done re-watching all the fights with the Chairman and we personally confirm each and everyone of them was an artistic masterpiece!” Ami answers.

Sheldon presents a box of DVDs and blu-rays and puts them on a table, “We’ll be able to make a fortune off these beautiful works of death and destruction!” He explains.

“We have enough pain and suffering here to satisfy a colosseum’s worth of violence-lovers!” Ami adds.

“Yeah cause them’s the only kind of psychopaths that’d watch this crap.” Reynauld counters.

“How have you two never been sued for broadcasting death matches?” Dillion asks.

“Just slap a No actors were harmed in the filming on the front and no one will even think twice about it.” Sheldon answers.

“Special effects these days are so close to the real thing no can tell the difference between a fake dismembered hand from a real one.” Ami explains.

Dillion shoots a look that’s a mix of contentment and disgust, “Well whatever, what’s this good news you bear? Surely you didn’t come here just to brag about how well bloodsport sells right?” he asks.

“Oh yes, we just got news from the chairman, you’re all-”

“Hold the hell up!” you cut them off.

“What is it oh dearest manic of ours, we have a big announcement to make, so we’d like it if you let us finish.” Sheldon states.

“Save whatever that dumb shit is for later, first things first, When’s the next fight!? Who’s ass is my boot going in next!?” you ask.

“Oh well, that’s the thing, it’s already been decided by the chairman that-”

“-That the next battle will be a special one.” A new voice finishes.

It’s then everyone’s eyes fall on Netero, who’s exited the backroom and approaches with an amused look on his face.

“Chairman! What are you doing out here?” The twins ask.

He plays with his beard, “I just felt like stretching the old legs after sitting around waiting for so long. Thought I might as well help you announce this next battle.” He explains.

The twins look confused, “But, chairman, weren’t you that said the next fight was-”

“-Going to be a little different than the last few in the interest of saving time? Why yes, I did say that. So why don’t you go ahead and tell them exactly what they’ll be doing?” Netero requests.

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The twins look between each other, deeply perplexed for a moment before shrugging their shoulders, “Well, um, yes! Unto the next battle! And what a battle it will be good folks!” Sheldon starts.

“Oh hell yes! Let’s go! Whose asses are going on the chopping block first!?” you demand.

“Now hold your horses friend! As the chairman said, in the interest of time, things are going to be a little different this time around.” Ami answers.

“The hell do you need to save time for? What are you planning to do?” Peachnia questions.

“Oh come on, isn’t it obvious? We have to other death matches!” Sheldon answers.

Peachnia frowns, “Shoulda seen that coming, the hell did I even ask for?” she asks of herself.

“You think you guys are the only people we have to put this test out on? We’ve got another 100 people or so to sort through for the rest of the week!” Ami explains

“And since we’re so busy making other people’s lives hell, we don’t have time to waste on torturing your vexatious behinds! We’ve got better things to do!” Sheldon finishes.

“The day I finally get to be rid of your dumbasses and you have be such massive douches about it...I really can’t stand you two.” Vanilla shakes her head.

Ami nods,“Yes, yes, I’m sure you’re as happy to see us gone as we are to see you suffer. But since we don’t have time have much time left, we can’t do this one by one fighting sessions thing, even we wanted to.”

“Okay, then the hell will we be doing?” Peachnia asks.

“Simple, we’re going to save time by having you all fight! At the same time!” Sheldon answers.

A collection of surprised faces spring up across the room, “Huh? So it’s gon be some kind of battle royale or sumthing?” Reynauld laughs.

“Darn tooting it is pardner! This here’s gonna be a rodeo with people ‘stead o bulls!” Sheldon says in a faux southern accent.

“Keep yapping like that and you’ll find a bullet in your teeth boah. Though, gotta say, that does sound like a rifle barrel o joy.” Reynauld states.

“I’ll fucking say! What better way to settle shit once and for all than with a free for all! Oh hell yeah!”You feel excitement brewing in your gut.

Peachnia puts a hand up, “Hey hold up! If we’re really doing this, what are the rules? Is it some every man for himself type shit or what?”

“The rules are the same as before! The only exception is that out of the 7 of you here, only 5 will pass and receive the prize you’ve so desperately longed for!” Ami answers.

“Meaning, at least 2 of us will fail, funny, that’s actually a lot more than when there were 20 of us, in a way, the stakes have fallen slightly.” Dillion reasons.

“Yeah but that’s only cause 2 of us got fucked up so bad they can’t even move anymore and 1 of us is fucking dead.” Peachnia comments.

“Yeah good thang all of ‘em were dicks though.” Reynauld laughs.

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Vanilla shakes her head, “Fuck if I know, probably some random place like a school or a museum?” Vanilla guesses.

“Nope!” The twins dismiss.

“Some kind of park or historical landmark? You know like the other ones we burned down.” Derrick guesses.

“Huh? What does that mean? I was under impression all those fires were merely special effects…” Netero shoots a glare to the twins.

Sheldon looks away and whistles while Ami laughs, “U-Uh, hahahaha, nope! That isn’t it either! Guess again!” she deflects.

“A mental ward? Let’s be honest, it’s where most of you belong.” Dillion states.

“Huge nope! You people think far too small! Step outside and we’ll show you exactly where your final battle will go down!” The twins grab their laptop and head out the door.

Everyone follows them outside to see a row of vehicles of all shapes and sizes parked outside. From sturdy looking Sedans to rough-riding Humvees to high-speed buggies and motorcycles to a massive lumbering goliath of a truck.

“Now what the hell is this!? Where did all these cars come from!?” you ask.

“They were freshly driven here after the sun rose on the last battle. We made sure to get enough cars for everyone, so take whichever tickles your fancy.” Sheldon answers

“Wait, we’re driving ourselves to the arena? Shit, I was enjoying feeling like some rich girl getting chauffeured around.” Peachnia pouts.

“Whatever, better question is, where are you going to be driving these things? Where’s the arena?” Vanilla questions.

“Gosh you still haven’t figured it out? Jeez, we’ve basically spelled it out for you already!” Ami exclaims.

“I guess her sense of foresight went missing along with her depth precision. What a tragedy…” Sheldon shakes his head.

You see a twitch in Vanilla’s good eye, “You’ve got 3 seconds to answer my question or else the only thing coming out of those mouths of yours will be your lunch.” She threatens.

The twins laugh, “Don’t you get it yet!? This whole city is your arena!” They answer.

“Huh!?” Shouts everyone in the group.

“That’s right! This next battle will be more akin to a grand race than a fight to the death!” Sheldon states as he opens up his laptop and shows a map of the city.

You all stare at the digital map as it displays two red beeping dots, one displaying your current location and the other locked unto a place called Yavlov Airstrip.

Ami points at the screen, “Exactly 80 Kilometres from where we are right now is an airport, we have a flight booked to arrive there in about 45 minutes.” She explains.

Sheldon points off to the row of cars, “Your objective is simple take these cars and reach that airstrip within the time-limit, everyone who gets aboard that flight will officially be declared a Hunter.”

Dillion nods, “I see and since they’re only 5 licenses left that must be only 5 seats left before take off. Meaning not only do we have to reach within the time limit, but we also have to be 1 of the first 5...”

“Precisely young man. It’s one thing to be told that the fate of your entire journey will be decided in 40 or so minutes. It’s another thing to be told that and that if you let anyone arrive before you, you fail anyway. Really lights a fire in your gut doesn’t it?” Netero states.

Dillion eyes narrow, “I see, this is where the battle portion enters. If one with ambition wishes to secure their seat of power…” He shoots glances to everyone else in the loser’s bracket.

“...They must be willing to push off those more ambitious than themselves.” he finishes.

Peachnia flashes a exasperated smile, “So a racing death-match that takes place across the entire damn city? Jesus Christ, you bet your ass I didn’t see that coming, I’m not crazy enough for this shit.”

“Well it’s just crazy enough for me! A high-speed death derby with no rules !? That shit sounds more metal than all the cars I’m gonna total!” You shout.

Netero smiles, “I love the enthusiasm, but I must correct you on one thing young man. There are a few rules.”

You throw your head back, “Ah fuck! There’s a always a catch!”

“No catch, only some ground guidelines. First and foremost, while combat between combatants is allowed. No civilians can be harmed at any point for any reason.”

“Ah of course! Everyone cares about the goddamn civilians! It’s always Don’t shoot innocent people! or They’re just minding their own business, don’t involve them!” You shout.

“Well if they really were minding their own business They wouldn’t be around when I start shooting people would they! Just food for thought!” You state.

“I think you need a little more food for your thought it seems a little underfed.” Dillion counters.

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“Well whatever your thoughts, this is the first rule, if you injury civilians or worse, your disqualification will be as swift as your punishment brutal. There is no need for any innocent casualties.” Netero states.

“Fine, fine, the only casualties around here will be your dumbasses anyway!” you shout.

“That isn’t quite right either.” Netero counters.

You glare, “The fuck?I can’t kick everyone’s ass? The hell are these! Rules or anti-fun laws!? Oh wait! Those are the same thing!” you shout.

“No, no, this rule is more in your favor than anything else. You see, all fighters must form up in teams of 2.” he explains.

Landon raises his eyebrow, “Teams of 2? So it’s a team match?” He asks.

He nods, “Since they’re 5 seats open, that means most of them will pass even if they don’t earn 1st place correct? All that matters is that they don’t end up in the 6th or 7th place.”

Arztz eyes light up, “Oh I see! Since they don’t necessarily have to win the top-spot, it means they have room to work alongside each other. In other words, they can form alliances!”

Netero smiles, “Precisely. So that means we’ll be having you all form teams before the battle begins.”

Peachnia scratches her head, “But wait, there’s only 7 of us here. Aren't we a few people short for any-kind of team?” She asks

“You’re exactly right, however there’s a special ability you all have in this battle that should balance things out.” he states.

“Special ability? Like some kind of power?” you question.

“Yes, specifically-” He turns his eyes over to the winning group, “ The power of comrades.” He states.

They all look confused, “Huh? What are you looking at us for?” Derrick asks.

“You’re the comrades they can call on. Their special ability is that they can call upon anyone to aid them in their teams. Including those who’ve already passed.” He states.

Etheline goes wide-eyed, “Wha-!? Even we’re involved in this!?”

Light Bulb flashes in Flourette’s head, “Ah, factoring us in, they’re now 10 other possible fighters, more than enough to make teams of 2 for all 7 of you. Now I see.”

Vanilla glares, “Nuh uh, you mean 9 other possible fighters, cause sure as shit, I ain’t in!”

She looks over to Netero, “I nearly got my skull bashed in once and now you want me to roll around in a fucking death derby? I got my license already, I ain’t obligated to do a damn thing more.”

“You’re precisely right. You aren’t obligated to do anything.” he agrees.

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“What? The hell do you mean?” You ask.

“I just said that those from the loser bracket could call upon help from those who’ve already won. Call upon being the key phrase, you have no need to answer their calls if you don’t want to. ” He explains.

“So basically, we can choose to help them or tell to go fuck themselves if we like?” Vanilla asks.

“Exactly so. There will be no repercussions in choosing to abstain from fighting for you all. You’ve already obtained your licenses after-all.” he answers.

“What about rewards? Any special prizes for playing the nice guy?” Landon asks.

He shakes his head, “No official ones. However, consider this, while we of the Hunter Association value strength and self-reliance above all else. We also believe teamwork is a valuable part of any unit, especially a combat ones.”

“When you start your work as a Hunter, you will be given the choice to work alone or with a team of your own choosing. If I can name any reward for joining, it would be that you could form a team with your friends right here and now.” He finishes.

Vanilla crosses her arms, “Well good, then I’m sure as hell not joining in. I always have and always will work alone. Good luck shitbags” she counters.

Netero sighs, “Well as I said before, they are no repercussions for abstaining. Anyone who sees it fit to do so-” Netero points to two cars parked off to the side of the road.

“-Please get in those cars. I will have you driven to the airfield where we shall wait until the battle is over.”

Vanilla smiles, “What do you know? The chauffeur service ain’t dead yet. Count me in.” She says as she walks over the cars.

Volt walks up and joins Vanilla, “The hell? You dodging out too?” she asks.

He sighs, “Well I don’t have much a choice do I? Much like you I work far better alone and I doubt any of them want me for a teammate.”

Vanilla lights up a cigarette, “Well whatever. Go right ahead, just telling you now though, your ass isn’t friendless cause everyone here is a dick, it’s cause you’re a dick and no can stand you.”

Etheline fidgets in place and looks over to the cars, “Uh...Guys I really want to help but...Muma is need of repairs again and I’m still not fully healed…” She explains.

Landon puts a hand to her back, “Go ahead dearest. No one will hold it against you if you choose to keep yourself safe.” he assures.

She looks indecisive, “Really?” She asks.

What will you say?

>Yeah, it’s alright, get going if you want too.

>Actually, I might just need your help…

>>3563130
>Yeah, it’s alright, get going if you want too.

>>3563130
>Yeah, it’s alright, get going if you want too

>>3563185
>>3563186

>Get going ya rascal!

>Writing...

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“Get on out of here sweetheart, you fought hard enough on your own, no one is gonna tell ya to push yourself any harder.” Peachnia answers

“Without your machine, your only combat use is your intelligence and I’ve got more than enough to spare. Be gone if you so will it.” Dillion assures.

You give her a friendly smile, “Don’t worry baby, you already proved how badass you are in your own fight, no need to do it in ours!” you exclaim.

Etheline smiles, “Thanks so much guys, really...I really wish I could help you all.” She states.

Landon steps up, “Don’t you worry about that my dear. If you’re that worried I’ll provide them assistance in your stead.”

“Oh? So you’re pulling in then panty-boah?” Reynauld questions.

Landon flinches at that, “W-Why yes I am! A good battle sounds fun and I love you all so I’m willing to join any team that will take me.”

Reynauld whistles, “Well damn, if you’re in, so am I!”

Dillion gives him a chide look, “Oh? You’re running towards the fight rather than anyway this time?” he asks.

Reynauld grits his teeth, “You’re damn right I am! And you better pray me and you don’t end up fighting or else I’mma make fresh road kill out of you!” he counters.

Arztz steps up, “In that case, mind if I join in as well? I’d rather not see any of the friend’s I’ve made become roadkill, so my health services are up for hire.” He explains.

Brovoski grins, “At least one person looking out for others instead of looking to kill them. You come here ghost, Brovoski take you.”

A hand is raised from the crowd, “If everyone is suddenly in the mood to fight, now I just can’t back down now can I?”

You look over to see Literalli Whu stepping out from the back of the crowd, (When the hell did he get here?) you wonder.

“Oh is that so? Well looks like I’ve found my teammate already.” Likewise, Watts Urnameagaini appears from the back of the loser crowd with a smile.

You become very confused, (Seriously, when the hell did either of you get here!? Weren’t you at a bar or something!?) you wonder.

In a matter of minutes, people are already discussing strategies and making teams, that’s when Dainary approaches Noell, “Your majesty, can I expect your assistance in this battle?” She asks.

He crosses his arms and shakes his head, “Of course not. What guard would ask the one they protect for protection? That’s the height of incompetence. Something I am sure you’re not.”

Dainary flinches before bowing, “Y-You’re right, my apologies prince, I wasn’t thinking…”

He sighs, “Yes and I hope you don’t make such a mistake twice. I will not be participating in this battle, I need some time to think about the coming festival.”

“Of course, such matters take precedence well before my affairs your majesty.” She agrees.

He turns away, “Precisely. However, I know that you and your weapon haven’t fully recuperated from our conflict.” he admits.

He looks over to Florette, “Assist her in combat. Gauge our new ally’s strength will you?”

Florette bows, “As you wish young master.”

Noell walks towards the cars, “With Florette at your side failure should be nigh impossible Dainary. Do not disappoint me.” he orders.

“Of course master!” They both say in unison as he walks away.

As he walks along, he stops as soon he reaches where Derrick is standing, “And what of you Derrick? Are you joining the battle?” he asks.

Derrick nods, “Bradford didn’t knock me around that bad. I’ve got a few people I want to make sure pass, so might as well.”

Noell flashes a small smile, “As benevolent as you are foolish...I’ll meet you at the finishing line.”

“Right, see you there.” He nods as Noell exits.

Netero watches Noell enter the car as he turns back to the remaining crowd, “Alright, I presume all of you still standing here are ready and willing to fight then.” He states.

A series of nods answers Netero’s question, “Perfect. Then the 12 of you that remain, please find your teams now and select a vehicle. When everyone has entered a vehicle, the race shall begin. Make haste!” He orders.

As the order is made, the crowd disperses and quickly form clumps of 2’s as they talk.

Peachnia slings her arm around Arztz “Hey Doctor! Don’t you go anywhere! This cute girl is in need of your services!”

Arztz smiles, “Oh? If you’re in need of a medic, I’ll gladly come to your aid.”

She shakes her head, “Oh no, I’m more in the mood for hurting than healing. I could use some of that gas you’ve got bottled up.” She explains.

A frown flashes on Arztz face, “Oh...I was hoping to be called upon for me healing skills rather than my killing ones. But if you insist…” he agrees.

“Don’t expect me to do all the work for you. If you wish to say by the Young master’s side, you must prove yourself worthy.” Florette gives Dainary a critical look.

She looks half-ready to crack from the pressure, “I am aware...I won’t fail him, I’ll prove my worth here and now!” She declares.

“Ready to make a name for yourself?” Whu asks as he extends a fist.

“Damn right! Let’s show these guys who the real nobodies are!” He bumps it happily.

Who will you join?

> Derrick

>Brovoski

>Reynauld

>Dillion

>Landon

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> Derrick

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What the- where did everyone go?

Things were just about to get spicy and everyone just decides to go to bed? Have done something wrong?

I'm going to have to sign off in like 2 hours, so it'd be nice if at least one person were still here to make this choice, but whatever, take as much time as you all need.

>>3563414

And just like that my wish is granted!

>Best bros mode!

>Writing...

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“Hey Big man! You mind lending me some of that brawn? I’ll help ya get a license if ya do.” Reynauld asks of Brovoski.

Brovoski sighs, “You the reason Brovoski not even have license yet. But sure, we team.” he agrees.

Dillion looks to Landon, “After seeing you in action during your fight, I can see that your fighting skills are only matched by your beauty, would you mind gracing me with both?” He asks.

Landon giggles, “My, what a flatterer~ How can I say no to such an offer, my hand in battle is all yours.” He agrees.

"Boy oh boy, these guys sure paired up fast considering how they hate each other..." you say in astonishment

That's when you notice someone wandering around nearby, you smile, "Well there ain't no need to think about who I'm pairing with! There's only one real choice!"

You then waltz up to Derrick and grab him by the shoulder, "Yo you blonde bastard! I'mma guess no one's gone and scooped up your ass right!?" you ask.

He turns around and smiles, "You got that right, why?"

You smile, "You already know why man! You and me against the world! Just like that time in the mountains!"

He laughs, "Last I checked, you're the one that made that trip in the mountains a living hell for me, now why should I put myself through that again?" he asks.

"Because we're best friends!" you answer.

"Just because I'm your friend doesn't mean I have to take your bullshit, try again." He states.

"Then because I wouldn't be half-way to dropping in a wheelchair if you held back a little in our fight!" you extend your hand.

He grabs it and shakes, "Well shit, you got me there. Fine, I'll help you out but only cause I feel bad for your dumbass!" he agrees.

After that, Netero steps up, "I believe I've given you all adequate time to pair up. Are you all ready?"

"All good on my end!" Peachnia shouts as she pulls Arztz into a head-lock.

"We're more than ready for the coming fight." Flourette comments with a very tense Dainary by her side.

"Let the games begin." Landon announces as he stands with Dillion.

Netero nods, "Well then, please go ahead and choose your vehicle."

With that you all head off to your respective cars.

Reynauld jumps up for one of the big rigs, "Ah sweet mother and mary! Ain't nuthin' beat 16 wheels of delivery n' death. We're taking this one big man!" He annouces.

Brovoski sighs, "You not even ask my opinon...Well whatever, no other car can fit my size anyway..." he complains.

Flourette and Dainary walk over to a big Humvee, "This looks to be a western military vehicle, nice and durable without scarifying speed. We'll be riding this one." She declares.

Dainary bows, "Of course madam! Whatever you say!"

Dillion scans his hand across a long black Sedan, "This is a nice make, sleek and stylish, not too big and not too small. What do you think Mr. Augustus?" He asks.

He shrugs, "I would've chosen something with a little more girth and weight behind it, but then again, it's not the size, but the skill that matters correct?"

Dillion smacks the hood, "Precisely so! Now climb in with me will you?"

Peachnia drags Arztz over to a small dirt Buggy, "Oh! The hell's this thing? It's kinda cute looking! Let's take this one!" She orders.

"Um, I don't think you should be making your choices based one whether the car is cute or not...perhaps you should put a bit more thought into-" His suggestion is cut off when Peachnia tightens her grip around his throat.

"No one asked your opinion pretty boy! What I say goes! And you're going in this car!" She declares.

"Right...understood..." he agrees with tears welling up in his eyes.

Literalli Whu and Watts stand on both ends of a powerful-looking dirt-hog of a motorcycle.

"Hey man, you thinking what I'm thinking?" Watts asks.

"Probably not, what are you thinking about?" He asks back.

"What to have for lunch. But I was also thinking about using this bike, what about you?" He asks.

"I was thinking trying to get a girlfriend after this is all over. But I was also thinking this bike, so I guess you and me were thinking the same thing after-all." he states.

He smirks, "Not quite, but close enough. Let's roll." He agrees.

Everyone files into their respective cars, leaving you and Derrick to make your choice.

What will you pick?

>Sedan: balanced stats (+5 in everything) with 200 health

>Humvee: More attack focused (+10 in attack, +5 in def, no evasion bonus) with 250 health

>Buggie: More evasion focused (+10 in evasion, +5 in def, no atk bonus) with 150 health

>Motorcycle: Evasion mastery (-5 in all other stats, +15 evasion) with 100 health

>Truck: Attacking tank (+10 atk, +10 def, -10 Evasion) with 300 health.

>>3563516
>Sedan: balanced stats (+5 in everything) with 200 health

>>3563551

After this next post I'm going to have to sign off, so-

>Balanced, as all things should be.

>Writing.

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Derrick scans each and every one of the cars, "Alright, we should check out what everyone is riding and pick the car that best counters each strategy if we want to win-"

You run over to the Sedan, "This one! This one! I want this one!"

Derrick looks dumbfounded, "Do-Do you even know why you want that one? What's your reasoning behind-"

"I want this one cause it looks cool! Cool means strong! Strong means we win! Now get in!" You declare.

Derrick holds his head, "You have to be kidding me right? You're just gonna pick that one cause it feels cool? You do know your future license is on the line here, right? We should be coming up with a proper plan and-"

You make a yapping gesture with your hand,"Blah, blah, blah! Plan this! Strategy that! What are you doing!? Writing the Art of war or some shit!?" you counter.

Derrick eye begins to twitch, "No, if anything I'm writing the art of common sense!" he counters.

"Well I'm writing the art of cool shit and your blonde over-thinking ass ain't gonna stop me! Now get in!" you demand.

He rubs his temple to calm himself down, "Jesus Christ it's like I'm dealing with cocaine addled toddler...Fine, but at least plan who's doing what!"

"What do you mean?" you ask.

"Like who's going to the one driving? One of us will have to protect the car while the other drives? Who's it gonna be?" He asks.

What do you say?

>I'll be the one driving, I'm too injured to fight anyway.

>You drive, I'm the best shooter here and you know it!

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And with that I have to sign off a bit early, because tomorrow marks the start of E3! Not to say I'm not running tomorrow, just that I'll be starting way later than usual since I'll be watching the Mircosoft stream with some friends over discord. (Mainly for the cringe, the only thing I'm hype for this year is Cyberpunk 2077)

On my side, the stream starts at 3:00 PM (EST) so I'll be starting an hour after that.

With that, see you tomorrow anons, hope you're enjoying things so far!

Wait, what the fuck? This was going on? You said you were going to update us on Sunday but you start on Saturday and you couldn't even make a post on Twitter saying you were back? I love you God but I gotta say that's pretty fucking stupid, I missed the entire session because of that shit. If I actually missed any important votes for such a dumb reason I'm gonna be fucking pissed

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>>3564294

Genuinely sorry anon, events on my end are such a mess that I thought it would take well into the weekend to clear things up before I could continue but it looks like I was just a bit panicked and shouldn't have set such a date.

However that's not a good excuse, don't worry, you haven't missed anything of too much importance, just vehicle choice and some dialogue options, most of which probably went the way you wanted them to.

Also, since their might be more anons like you waiting for me to update, I'll be updating on twitter, give me a moment.

>>3563636
>>3564608
It's okay man.
Regardless, I'll try to participate as much as I can, but timezones are a bitch, sadly.

>>3563627
Forgot to vote

>>You drive, I'm the best shooter here and you know it!
What can Derrick even do, punch the cars? Nah, guns are way better. Derrick can drive while Bradford shoots the shit out of everything that comes near. As nature intended

>>3563627
>You drive, I'm the best shooter here and you know it!

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>>3565205
>>3565354

>Over 60 games, only 2 of them are interesting
>No gears gameplay
>Barely any cyberpunk gameplay
>Forza going lego
>Gears going lego and moblie and gacha
>The only time shit got hype was when Keanu Reeves and the Nip devs did the announcements
Whoa! E3 sure is great so far!

Hey guys, since I'm feeling so hype from this stream, I thought I would be nice and run my quest alongside the stream!

No need to thank me! It's you who's doing me the real favor!

>You do the driving, I do the head exploding.

>Writing

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You smirk, "Tell me friend, who's the Booty Blaster in this relationship again?" you ask.

"Booty what? What does that even-"

You put a thumb to your chest, "That's right! Me! I'm the one who does the shooting here, you may be good in a fist fight, but while you're knocking jaws up, I'm blowing heads off!"

He shakes his head, "Yeah, but you're still hurt from our fight. Are you sure you want to take on main combat role?" he asks.

You throw open the front passenger door, "Is that a fucking joke? Do I even need to answer that question? Just get behind the wheel!" you demand.

Derrick throws his hands up, "Fine, just don't go regretting shit after you're the one who made the choice." he says as he gets in the drivers seat.

As you both take your proper places, You see Ami, clad in a cartoonishly short miniskirt and top, both decorated in racing checkers with a checkered flag in her hand.

Derrick looks confused, "How the fuck did she get changed so fast? Where do they keep all these outfits?" he asks.

You lick you lips, "Hell if I know, but damn, for a sadistic pervert, you got to give it to her, she's got legs for days!"

"You're sounding like a real creepy old man for someone that says they aren't a boomer." He counters.

You grimace, "Make that shit joke one more fucking time and I'll be making something go boom alright!"

"Are you all ready boys~" She calls in a seductive voice.

Everyone revs their engines in response, filling the streets with beautiful noise of raging torque and diesel.

She jumps for joy, "That's sounds like a yes to me! Alright ladies and gentlemen! On your marks!" She calls as she raises her flag in the air.

You pick up your shotgun as Derrick puts his foot to the pedal.

"Get Set!" She calls.

You look over to see on your immediate left, Reynauld sits inside his massive beast of a truck, the symbol and logo of Moon medicines adorning the side, and to your right, you see Flourette at the wheel of the Humvee, she honks and waves at you when you look at her.

"GO!!" Ami declares.

SRKTTTTTTTT Burns the tires as each car blasts off the asphalt, tearing the hard ground apart as they leave puffs of smoke that completely cover the area as everyone explodes down the street.

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You tear your way down the street, everyone keeping pace with one another with no really taking first place as you swerve around civilian cars and break traffic lights.

Derrick looks out the window and keeps watch of the competition,"So, any idea where we're even driving?" he asks as you load up shells into your shotgun.

You give him a wry glance, "What kind of dumbass question is that? Yavlov Airstrip, they only got done explaining that 20 minutes ago." You say as you pump your shotgun.

"No you retard, I mean How are we going to get there? They never gave us any directions or a map."

"Damn you got a point. Where the hell are we going?" you question.

Derrick looks befuddled, "You were so excited to get on the road and you don't even know where we're heading off to? It's truly a wonder how the hell you've managed to live this long without a functioning brain."

"That's cause I got you to be my brain for me, now get thinking brain! We can't keep dodging cars forever!" you order.

Derrick rolls his eyes, "Well, there's no way they'd leave us to drive blind in a place we've never been, check the backseat, should be something there." he reasons.

You get checking, on the edge of one of the chairs in the back you notice a large sheet. You pull it to the front, open it up and see it's a map of the city.

"Ah! here we go! Great work as usual brain!" you compliment.

"Shoot me." Derrick groans.

"Now don't go tempting me." You say as you read the map.

"What's it say?" he asks.

You put your finger to the map and draw a path, "Okay, from what I'm seeing here, we got 3 ways to reach this airport. One's off a nearby highway to the east, the next is a side road around a park to the west and quickest way is straight ahead, on the road we're on now." You explain.

"Well those are some nice and easy directions, which way do you think we should go?" he asks.

You shoot a glance back outside, "Before that, I gotta ask, why hasn't anyone shot or rammed us yet?"

Derrick sighs, "Good question, it's a wonder why the only time you're sensible is when it comes to violence."

"Just explain asshole." you demand.

he glances outside as well, "My guess is everyone is just waiting. They don't want to take the chance of being a main target for the being the first to start some shit, so we're all just waiting for someone to light the flame."

"So they're being pussies is what you mean?' you ask.

"Maybe, but being a pussy gives you the advantage of knowing the dangerous opponents from the safe ones. He who strikes first doesn't always strike last." He states.

You bring up your shotgun, "Sounds like someone should get this party started, I got some nice fireworks for them."

Derrick takes one hand off the wheel and pushes your gun down, "Don't do it, I'd rather not be in the spotlight for once." he demands.

What will you do?

>Fine, fine, we'll do it your way...(Wait for someone else to strike)

>Well fuck you! I love the spotlight! (Strike first) ((At who?))

>>3565549
>>Well fuck you! I love the spotlight! (Strike first) ((At who?))
>Peachnia's team
If we were playing as Derrick I would wait for someone to attack first but that's not Brad's thing. Into the spotlight we go, I guess

Also
>we got 3 ways to reach this airport
I think I know where this is going

>>3565631

Did everyone go off to prepare for the cringefest that will be the Bethesda conference? I don't blame you, I would too.

>Fuck good plans! I have bullets!

>Writing...

>>3565631
Support

Also you mentioned that there was 7 teams? By my count there's only 6, isn't there?

>>3565669
>>3565686
Well the vote didn't matter but my question still stands

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You lower your shotgun, "You know, you got a point. Putting ourselves in the spotlight would bring us nothing but trouble. That' s a good plan." you agree.

Derrick smiles as he let's go of the barrel of your gun, "I'm glad you see things my way, you know, you've been really reasonable lately, did the beating I gave you finally knock some sense into that head?"

You nod, "That it did buddy, you knocked me black and blue till I saw clearly. I see that this is just great plan..." you reach over and wind down the window.

Derrick looks over a little confused, "Why are you winding your window down? You're making yourself a target doing that."

You nod, "Once again you're right, this is a real dumbass move, but-"

In one swift motion, you take your shotgun in both hands, push your upper body out the window and take aim.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?" Derrick screams.

"FUCK GOOD PLANS! IF I CAN'T SOLVE IT WITH A BULLET THEN I DON'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT IT!" You shout as you find your target.

You see Peachnia's buggy, Arztz taking the drivers seat at the front while she rides in the back with her bat at the ready.

"Uh, Miss Peachnia! I believe Bradford is aiming at us!" Arztz says in a panicked voice.

She pushes herself forward, letting her chest squish the already hunched over Arztz deeper into his seat, "You think I can't see that you dumbass! get dodging!" She demands.

"I-I'm trying!" He cries as he starts to turn.

"Not on my watch!" You shout as you take aim.

>Roll1d100+25 (+15 from Shotgun Specialist, +10 from Loyal Fighter)

>DC: 65

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>>3565686
>>3565694

>Well the vote didn't matter but my question still stands.

Sorry, when the thread is moving super slow like this, I usually only wait 10 minutes at most to close a vote, since I can't tell if anyone else is voting, I'll extend it to 15 minutes next time.

As for the 7 teams thing, well it could be that I made a typo and simply didn't notice, but there's only 6 teams of 2 fighters each.

The only time 7 was brought up was when Netero was referring to the number of people in the loser's bracket + the number of people who join in the fight.

But to answer your question, yes anon, there are only 6 teams, there is no magical 7th team hidden in the background (Unless Literalli Whu and Watts count as 2 teams in 1)

Rolled 6 + 25 (1d100 + 25)

>>3565745
>Sorry, when the thread is moving super slow like this, I usually only wait 10 minutes at most to close a vote, since I can't tell if anyone else is voting, I'll extend it to 15 minutes next time.
No it's fine, I'm not salty about it or anything. The my vote not mattering thing was just because what I wanted won either way

>But to answer your question, yes anon, there are only 6 teams, there is no magical 7th team hidden in the background (Unless Literalli Whu and Watts count as 2 teams in 1)
Ok, just wanted to be sure

Rolled 52 + 25 (1d100 + 25)

>>3565745
>But to answer your question, yes anon, there are only 6 teams
Good to know, I was also confused about that. Then that means only 1 team has to lose as opposed to 2. Let's make sure we aren't that 1 guy

Rolled 69 + 25 (1d100 + 25)

>>3565773
>>3565776
>>3565777

>Rolled 94

>Strike first for victory!

>Writing...

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Despite the shifting terrain and moving target, you stay perfectly locked to your target as they attempt to shift away from your barrel.

"He's still aiming at us! Dodge better you twink!" Peachnia shouts.

"I'm trying, but-but, something is blocking my view!" Arztz shouts as he tries to pull his head from under Peachnia's hanging chest blocking vision.

"What!? The hell could be blocking your view!?" She asks.

"Uh, um, Well! UM!" He struggles to find the appropriate words.

"What the hell are those two arguing about over there? I wonder if that carnie bitch can't tell her Funbags are crushing the kid's head?" you ask yourself.

"Well whatever, let's see if they jiggle with a little extra lead added!" you shout.

"YOU BETTER SAY WHAT IT IS NOW!" Peachnia demands.

"M-Milk!" Arztz blurts out.

"Milk!? What the fuck!?" she screams back.

"Two massive bottles of milk! Mega Milk!" Arztz shouts.

"What the fuck does that mean!?" Peachnia screams.

"You know I've always wondered, if a female clown gets shot in the tits, does it sound like a honk when they squish!? Let's find out!" You say as you pull the trigger.

BANG! Rings your shotgun as a hail of fire tears through the air, one or two shot impact and crack the asphalt before reaching towards your target.

"SHIT! GET DOWN!" Peachnia pulls Arztz even closer as she braces down and readies herself.

DING! Dents and cracks in her car break down the armor and pepper into the interior of the car, hitting mainly Peachnia as she defends her compianon.

>-47 Life points to Buggie (103 points remain)

>-47 Life points to Pecahnia (93 points remain)

Peachnia grits her teeth before crying out "YEOWWWWWWWWWH!!"

As you slink back into the car, you hold your hand to your ear, "Well there you go, kinda sounds like a honk to me." you say with a smile.

Derrick looks half ready to blow a gasket, "What the fuck are you thinking!? Oh wait, you aren't thinking at all are you!?" he asks.

"Yep, you're the thinking one, remember?" you remind him.

"Yeah but what's the fucking point of that if you don't listen to me!? Everyone's gonna be on our ass now!" he shouts.

You reach over to the car radio, "Well fucking let them come then, my ass is fine, so of course everyone wants a piece." you counter.

"What the hell are you doing?" he asks.

"Putting on some battle tunes, ain't a good death derby without some badass tunes!" You state.

"We could be filled with holes any second now and you want to blast music?" he asks.

"Hell yeah! Would you rather die and not be listening to good music!?" you ask as you turn the dial.

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"I said good music! Not gay hippe songs about love!" You shout.

"Don't talk shit about that song, might just someone's funeral tune, maybe even ours..." Derrick counters.

"Well I ain't dying to this boring shit!" you complain as you change stations.

https://youtu.be/GGU1P6lBW6Q

"WITNESS ME!" You shout.

"Why the fuck are you screaming?" Derrick asks.

"Dunno, just felt kinda right." You say as you change station again.

https://youtu.be/zb1hkGLrFG8

"Oh fuck yeah! Now this I can die to! Get your motor running!" you shout as you start to rock out.

"You're such a fucking-" Derrick looks out the window and sees a car approaching from the side.

He floors the pedal, "SON OF A BITCH!" he screams as you both just dodge out of the way of Flourette's Humvee nearly ramming you off the road.

Your head nearly slams into the dashboard, "What the fuck man!? Can't you see I was rocking out to my jam!?" you shout.

Derrick grabs your shotgun and pushes back into your hands, "While you're listening to your jam, we nearly got squished into fresh fucking jelly!"

"Huh!? What do you-"

DAKAKAKAKAKA- You slink your head back into the car as hail of bullets come flying at your car and cause sparks to fly up at your face.

"What the fuck!?" you bring your head back up and see a motorcycle in the side mirror.

Literalli Whu holds a smoking machince pistol up as he drives his motorcyle, Watts clinging tightly to his back as he aims.

"Looks like you gave the bastard a good scare." Watts says.

"I was hoping to knock him out. I'm using blanks in these things so I'm aiming straight for the head the next time he pops out." Whu explains.

"As if that dumbass needs anymore brain damage! Not stopping you though!" Watts laughs.

"Jesus fucking Christ! Where did all these bastards come from!?" you panic.

"They're here cause you're dumbass called them up with that stunt of yours, now deal with them before we get turned into fucking roadkill!" Derrick shouts.

"Goddamn it!" You shout as you clamber back out the window and take aim.

BATTLE COMMENCES

ROUND 1

Party Status

Bradford:

>Life: 80/140 (-50% due to injuries) (+10 from previous successful attack)

>Armor: N/A

>Status effects: Bezerker, Apex boxer

Derrick:

>Life: 110/110

>Armor: 200/200

>Status Effects: N/A

Sedan:

>Life: 200/200

VS

Flourette:

>Life: 150/150

>Armor: 200/200

>Status Effects: N/A

Dainary:

>Life: 120/120

>Armor: 240/240

>Status Effects: N/A

Humvee:

>Life: 250

Whu:

>Life: 130/130

>Armor: 200/200

>Status Effects: Machine Master

Watts:

>Life: 110/110

>Armor: N/A

>Status Effects: N/A

Motorcycle:

>Life: 100/100

>Roll1d100+30 (+15 from Shotgun Specialist, +10 from Loyal Fighter, +5 from Apex boxer)

>DC: 75

Rolled 9 + 30 (1d100 + 30)

>>3566052

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Jesus christ I had to re-write that post like 5 times before it finally fit with 4chan's formatting, I may have to change the way the battle interface is made because that took forever!

>>3566052
dice+1d100+30

>>3566052
"dice+1d100+30"

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>>3566132
>>3566134

Ah, it's always so nice to see how my quest attracts newcomers everytime, you're supposed to put that in the options bar anon.

>>3566134
put dice+1d100+30 in the options field.

Rolled 31 + 30 (1d100 + 30)

>>3566139
Thank you

Rolled 69 + 30 (1d100 + 30)

>>3566052

>>3566061
>>3566142
>>3566177

>Rolled 99

>Quick on your wheels!

>Writing...

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You pump your shotgun and emerge from the window, "Okay, which motherfucker wants to die-"

DAKAKAKAKAKAKAKA-

The second you look out, you're forced to dodge back as a hail of bullets whizz by your head and nearly crack your head open.

"-You do, it seems! How about you talk less shit and shoot some!" Derrick shouts.

You grit your teeth, "No need to tell me twice!" You say as you emerge from the window and open fire on the pursing duo.

BANG!BANG! Two raging blast howl through the air, some people on the nearby street have to duck in cover in fear of the sudden gunfire.

VROOOOOOOOOOOM! The motorcycles revs as it swishes and swerves between the hail of gun-fire like a fish in water.

"Slippery motherfucker!" You shout as you try and take aim on the high-speed target.

However, before you can get a proper aim on your target, Derrick the turns the car away, throwing off your shot.

"Fuck! The hell are you doing!?" you shout.

"Trying to keep Florette from ramming us off the road!" Derrick shouts as he points at the Humvee hot on your tail.

You take aim at her, "Good God baby, I didn't take you for the kind of lady that rams men from behind!"

"My apologies! But you two are a dangerous pair when you work together, if we're to win, you'll both need to be eliminated!" Florette shouts as she speeds up and bumps your car in the back.

"Turning us into a giant tin can is a necessary action!?" You ask.

"Worry not, I'll ensure as little of your bones are broken as possible!" She assures.

"Give me a fucking break!" You shout as you open fire on her.

BANG! BANG! BANG! You empty your clip into her car.

However, pitted against the bullet-proof hull of the Humvee, most of your shots bounce off uselessly. Only the few bullets that crash into the windows do any sort of feasible damage.

-30 Life to Humvee (220 Life remains)

But even so, Florette remains determined to keep riding at your back as she gets even closer.

"Goddamn! This is the first time I don't want her near me!" You shout as you clamber back into the car and attempt to reload.

"We can't handle this much heat on both sides, we'll have to lose her somehow by shifting lanes or something!" Derrick suggests.

"Great idea, then you should go-!"

"Aren't you forgetting someone?" A new voice cuts off your conversation.

You look to your left and notice Literalli Whu aiming right into your window, finger on the trigger as he's about to turn your car into a honeycomb.

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"FUCK-!" you duck into the car as and Derrick brace for fire.

CLANG! But then something odd happens, rather than gun-fire, you hear the sound of metal meeting wood.

You bring yourself back up, "What the hell!?" you scream as you see what's happened.

Next to Literalli Whu's motorcycle, Peachnia's Buggie has caught up and now with her body stuck outside the car, she swings her bat at the motorcycle, each of her attacks are blocked by Watts blade.

"Now who invited this clown to our party!?" Watts shouts as he blocks her flurry of strikes.

"Shut your fucking hole slit eyes! I'll bash your brains in!" She screams with her incoherent rage.

"Now that's a little offensive, you hurt my heart a little, more than my hands anyway." He taunts.

"I'll drag your ass across the road as my brand new hood ornament you yellow monkey!" She screams.

The two then share a series of back and forth attacks that take the heat off of you, Derrick drives ahead while they're distracted.

"Well damn! Thank you Carnie, just saved my ass!" you shout.

Her rage flares at the sound of your voice, "DON'T YOU GO RUNNING YOU SHIT-BAG!" She shouts.

"Huh!?" You blurt out in surprise to her sheer rage.

"Those fucking shells you shot her like hell! You wanted to hear me honk! Oh there'll be fucking honking alright! I'll make your goddamn skull honk!" She shouts as she points her bat at you.

"It was just a joke baby! Calm down!" you shout.

"The only joke around here is the fact that you got a pair of working kneecaps while I'm still here! When I'm done with Ching-Chong here, your ass is next!" She shouts.

"Don't you go writing me off!" Watts shouts as he slashes back at her.

You clamber back inside the car, a little scared and shaken, "Damn that bitch is mad! Saved our ass though!" you state.

"The fuck are you talking about, we still got Florette trying to blast our car off the road!" Derrick points to the Humvee behind you.

You look at the rear windshield to examine your pursuer, "Oh right, that's bad...huh?"

That's when you notice a far larger figure right behind the Humvee, a monster of a truck that spits fire from it's exhausts pipe as it tails close behind the Humvee.

"YEEEEEEEEHAWWWW! Clear the road partners, delivery coming through!" Shouts the cowboy behind the wheel as he honks his blaring horn.

"Madam Florette! It seems we have a beast on our tail!" Dainary points out.

"Thanks for the pointing out the obvious and doing nothing about it!" Flourette complains.

"I have no real ranged weaponry Madam! Very sorry!" she shouts.

"You know what would be prudent right now? You being quiet while I do something actually useful!" Flourette says as she dodges out of the in coming truck.

Florette's Humvee manuvers around Reynauld's truck and comes at him from the driver's side.

He rolls down his window and waves at the girls, "Well howdy there ladies! Now you don't mind making room for little ol' me right!? Considering I'm huge an' all." he states.

Florette smirks, "Sorry to say, but the only thing huge about you is your ego! Your choosing of the biggest car in the arena is clearly compensating for something and I don't believe it's your lacking combat abilities!"

Reynauld un-holsters his revolver and aims it down at their car, "Well damn, that was so funny I dun forgot to laugh." He then opens fire on the two, causing them to retreat further back

You whistle as the chaos unfolds behind you, "Well damn! There you go,we're safe! Everyone decided to fight each other instead of us!" You state.

Derrick grimaces at you, "This is the opposite of safe you dumbfuck! Now we have 4 different teams fighting over who gets the right to scalp our asses!"

"Well at least it's only 4! That's a number we can handle!" you state.

BANG! BANG! Your ears ring as two shotgun blast collide into the back of your car, clattering against the hull.

You look back to see another Sedan, the driver of the Sedan holding a gilded shotgun with one hand as he drives with the other.

"Oh~ Excellent aim! I didn't think you could hit far away targets with a close range weapon!" Landon praises.

Dillion smiles, "Merely child's play for someone of my practice." He boasts.

"That's should've done some good damage, it was a direct hit." Landon states.

"Not quite, this move was actually pointless, at this long of a distance, the bullets lose almost all impact and become no better than firecrackers upon impact." he explains.

"Hm? Then why shoot and give away our position?" He asks.

Dillion grips the wheel until his knuckles go white, "I want him to know I'm coming. I want to strike fear into Mr.Telfour's heart that his doom comes swift and painful."

Landon gives a strained smirk, "You can be quite frightening when you want to be huh?"

Derrick looks over to you with clear displeasure, "Well there, now it's 5 teams on our ass." He states.

"Okay, maybe things look a little fucked right now! But we can find a way out, we fought literal waves of monsters and survived! We can survive this!" You state as you pull out the map.

"We just got to take a new route, one where less people will follow us!" You suggest.

"And where would that be!?" Derrick asks.

Which way will you go?

>The Highway to the east. (The long way)

>Park road to the west. (Medium length)

>Straight ahead. (Fastest route)

Now I leave this choice till tomorrow,where we continue at 2:00 PM (EST)

See you all tomorrow.

>>3566340
Park road to the west. (Medium length)

>>3566340
>The Highway to the east. (The long way

>>3566340
>>Straight ahead. (Fastest route)

>>3566354
>>3567055
>>3567262

Oh Jesus Christ, I come back thinking only one person voted only to find everyone voted for each different choice!

Not that I hate actually having active players, but now I'm going to have to wait for someone to break this tie. I shall give this 20 minutes.

>Waiting...

>>3566340
>Straight ahead. (Fastest route)

>>3567292

>Straight ahead

>Full speed! No time to waste!

>Writing

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You scan across the various paths, taking a second to debate the pros and cons of each path, "Uhhhh, The park road looks nice-nah too many trees! So we should go down the high- actually nah! Too long, too many civilians!"

CLANG! CLANG! In the back, the sound of Peachnia's clash Watts continues with full intensity.

Peachnia crashes her club against the flat of Watt's broad blade, preventing him from slashing through the wood of the bat. A grimace forms on his face as he blocks furious strike after strike.

"cào nǐ zǔ zōng shí bā dài!" Watts shouts.

"Huh!? The fuck is that spider tongue you spewing!?" Peachnia asks.

"It means you and your ancestors can go fuck themselves! How the hell do you have so much damn stamina!?" he asks.

She swings down hard "Trust me karate kid, when you get pissed off, all you need is the sheer force of your rage to push forward!"

He blocks and swings back, "Funny, I feel pretty damn mad but cutting your head off isn't getting any easier!" shouts.

"Oh please, that tiny knife you got couldn't even cut off my pinky! You're gonna need better than that to get me off!" She counters.

Whu Brandishes his machine pistol and aims back at her, "This big enough for you?"

"Shit!" Peachnia pulls back and puts her bat to her face to block.

DAKAKAKAKAKAKAKAK- Rings the hail of gunfire that peppers her car, hitting Arztz and causing him to pull the car back.

Watts sighs, "Now why didn't you do that earlier?" he asks.

"Seemed like you had things handled. Besides, don't you hate it when I do all the work for you? Like I did during our match." he answers.

He smiles, "Be careful, I can cut your tongue off from this angle."

"Please don't, I'll need it if I ever get a girl to notice me for more than a few seconds." he states.

Watts points his blade at your car, "Well if you're looking to get noticed, how about catching those guys attention first!? They're the ones stealing our spotlight!" He shouts.

"Done." Whu complies as he revs up his engine and speeds towards you.

Meanwhile on the otherside of the road, Flourette narrowly dodges Reynauld's shots, his electrified fire causing damage to the car's electronics.

"What are we do Madam!? We're being beaten bloody!" Dainary shouts.

Florette grimaces, "Point out the obvious one more time and I'll have your rank officially changed to Captain obvious! How about you actually do something instead of complaining to me!?" She orders.

"But Madam! I have no ranged-"

"I know this! Why do you think I'm staying this close to our enemy instead of retreating!?" She asks.

"Why you're staying so close...? Oh!" She figures it out.

Florette's eye twitches, "By master Noell's name, I swear you're all brawn and no brains! So get using some brawn already!"

"Right Madam!" She shouts as she grabs her spear from the back and rolls down the window.

>>3567358
I'm late but I'm glad the option to go down the fastest route won. It reminds me of the first phase of the exam

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She then clambers outside the window, grabbing the roof with both hands and flipping herself on top of the metal roof.

Reynauld stops firing to reload, but while he loads up his bullets, he looks out the window to see the armor-clad woman taking a balanced combat stance atop a moving car.

"What in sam hill? If I didn't know better I'd think we'd gone right back to the 1500's!" Reynauld laughs in surprise.

Dainary twirls her hefty, long spear at lighting speed before pointing right at Reynauld's head, "We haven't, but I'll gladly take you back there."

That's when Reynauld finishes re-loading his revolver before aiming right at her head, "I'd like to see you try girly-"

SHING! The sound of air being slashed to pieces cuts Reynauld off as a gash appears across his face,

"What?" Is all he can say as he notices blood running down his cheek, he looks down to see Dainary pulling her spear back, her stab so quick that all he could witness was the after-effect.

"Was that a good enough try?" Dainary asks as she readies her spear again.

Reynauld panics, "Okay! Nevermind! Don't try too hard now-"

SHING-SHING-SHING-SHING!

He doesn't even get to get the chance to beg for mercy as a flurry of speedy stabs blow holes into his truck like a high-power assault rifle, tearing the side of his truck apart.

>-50 Life From the truck (250 points remaining!)

Reynauld narrowly dodges having his head impaled by the flurry, in the midst of the attack, a hole gets stabbed in the middle of his hat, nearly tearing it half as he dodges down into the truck.

"Jump up yer own ass!" Renyauld shots as he hits the brakes and let's Florette push forward.

"I've done it Madam!" Dainary declares.

Florette smiles, "Finally, you do some good work." She praises.

She then floors her the pedal as she blasts towards your car, "Now keep it up! I'll need you to give double effort to destroy that target!" She orders.

She retakes her battle stance and keeps her balance atop the car, "Yes Madam!" She exclaims.

Derrick looks back to two pursuers catching back up to your car, "Hurry the fuck up! We're about to be lit up like a fucking Christmas tree!" He complains.

"Shut the fuck up! I'm thinking!" You shout.

DAKAKAKAKAKAKAKAKAKA- That's when a hail of gun-fire comes flying near your car, your speed keeping you just out of the range of the bullets.

"Since fucking when do you think about anything!? Just pick!" Derrick shouts.

You smile, "Oh yeah! You're fucking right!" You toss the map to back of the car again and point your finger straight ahead.

"Give me full speed motherfucker!" You demand.

"Full speed!? Full speed where!?" he asks.

You grab your shotgun and pull yourself up to the window, "There's only one way you can go full speed in dumbass! Straight ahead!" you declare.

Derrick gives a strained smile, "Going the fastest way huh? Well fuck it, I hate going the long way too!" He shouts as he puts pedal to the metal.

>Roll1d100+30 (+15 from Shotgun Specialist, +10 from Loyal Fighter, +5 from Apex boxer)

>DC: 75

Rolled 79 + 30 (1d100 + 30)

Rolled 90 + 30 (1d100 + 30)

>>3567529

>>3567577
>>3567575

>Rolled 120

>Move forward! Don't stop!

>Writing.

>>3567595
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KKny_ia8Fvo

relevant

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Watts taps Whu's shoulder, "So how are taking these two down? You fill them full of holes and I deliver the final blow?"

"That would be a great plan if it didn't one of us didn't get attacked by some other team. Putting themselves in the spotlight was both a terrible but great idea." Whu admires.

"What? How so?" Watts asks.

Whu points to the Humvee to his right, approaching your car fast, "We try and move in too close and we'll catch those two's attention. With so many people wanting to take them down at, it's impossible to get close without catching someone else's attention." he explains.

Watts smirks, "So in making everyone hate them, they've also made everyone compete for gets the chance to finish them off? A great strategy for both offense and defense, I'm impressed. For a loud bastard, he's pretty smart."

Whu shakes his head, "Something tells me that Bradford didn't really plan for this to happen..."

"What? Are you saying he did purely on a whim? No one's that stupid!" Watts counters.

"Well..." Whu trails off.

That's when emerge, slinging your hand out of the window before your body, you fire off blindly behind you.

BANG! A wave of burning hot lead flies like a swarm toward the motorcycle duo, the unexpected nature of the attack gives them no chance to dodge as they slapped with hail of blunted bullets.

>-30 Armor from Whu (170 ponts Remaining)

>-30 Life from Watts and Motorcycle (80 points and 70 points remaining)

>+10 Life to Bradford (90 points remaining!)

You clamber out the window and shout, "How do you like them candied-apples fuckers!? Bet they taste like fresh lead!" you shout.

Whu grimaces, "I'd say it's less stupidity, more mindless thrill-seeking." He groans as he speeds up.

BANG! BANG! Rings your shotgun as you fire off two shots to keep the duo back.

"Oh you want more apples you say!? Don't worry fuckers, I've got a whole fucking orchid of lead apples! You can call me a lead farmer motherfucker!" You say as you drive them right back.

As you keep them back, Derrick checks his side mirror to see Florette catching up, "We've got a knight on our tail! 5:00 o'clock!" he shouts.

You shift aim to the right, "Don't worry, I'll put these bitches back to 6:00 o'clock!" You say as you open fire.

BANG!BANG! BANG! Learning from your last effort, instead of aiming at the car's hull, you aim for weakpoints, like the windows, which cracks under the pressure of your continuous fire.

"Not on my watch!" Dainary shouts as she readies herself to stab into your car.

"Too slow!" you shout as you aim upwards and blast her with a shot of lead.

She ducks down and covers herself as best she can, but barely manages to stop the bullets from hitting her face, peppering the rest of her body instead.

>-50 life from Humvee (170 life points remaining)

>-20 life and -30 Armor from Dainary (100 points and 210 remaining)

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>+10 Life to Bradford (100 points remaining!)

"Damn it all! Counter-attack now!" Florette orders.

"Grrr, I'm trying!" Dainary shouts as she attempts to stand back up but the pain causes her to slink down and take a knee.

"Bite the dragon's tail! How does one have such accuracy with a short-range weapon!?" Dainary asks.

"Lots and lots of practice baby." You answer as you reload.

"Practice? You have the accuracy of a trained sniper with swinging around an explosive stick! This cannot be the product of mere practice!" She counters.

You load in your last shell as you speak, "That's where your wrong Shinypants! Trust me, when you've blasted as many people full of holes as I have, these things just kinda come naturally!"

You pump your shotgun and retake aim at her, "Now how about I get some more practice in! You make a fine target when you skyline yourself like that!" you state as Dainary braces for impact again.

BANG! but before you can pull the trigger a bullet whizzes by your head as you look over to see a large, heavy looking pistol in Whu's hand, one trained right at your head.

"You're not the only one with a trove of experience filling people with holes. Want to test which one of us has more practice?" He asks.

You smile as you shift aim to him, "I'd fucking love to." you state.

Dainary takes the time to find her footing and prepare to strike, putting all 3 of you in a strange sort of stand-off as you drive forward.

Derrick looks back at the tense situation for a moment, taking his eyes off the road, "Jesus Christ, why the hell did I agree to this?" he asks himself.

He then looks back at the road and goes pale.

"Bradford, get back inside!" He shouts as he grabs your back.

"What-!? Don't break my concentration now dumbass! Can't you see we're in the middle of-" Your complainant is cut short as you see your two opponents pulling away and bracing.

"What the fuck!? What's the matter guys, we were just getting to the good part!" You complain.

Derrick smacks your back, "Stop shouting numbnuts! Look forward!"

You turn forward, "What the hell is it!? What's the big deal-Oh."

A few meters ahead of you, you see a massive building at the end of the street. A towering mausoleum that's a combination of modern and old architecture,a set rising stairs leading to a large double door entrance.

A marvel of a structure, however, instead of admiration, all you feel is absolute apprehension as you notice that the road splits off into two different paths going hard left and right, with you going far too fast to dare turn either way.

"We're going to crash! So hurry up and fucking brace dumbass!" Derrick shouts.

>Roll1d100+10 (+10 from loyal fighter)

>DC:70

Rolled 38 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>3567782

Rolled 1, 7, 1, 10, 5, 3, 8, 2, 4, 4, 5, 4, 9, 4, 7, 8, 1, 6, 3, 5, 8, 10, 5, 2, 10 = 132 (25d10)

Rolled 95 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>3567782

Rolled 55 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

My b

>>3567799
>>3567857
>>3567860

>Rolled 105

>Let's take a trip down memory lane!

>Writing.

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Seeing the coming dead-end, the 3 other teams in the background, pull away and split off on the left and right road.

The 3 of you on the other hand don't get to have such a privilege, even slowing down, both Whu and Florette realize they're going far too fast to possible pull a turn, so they follow you up the stairs.

Things get shaky, forcing you to grab the top of the car to ensure you don't go falling out.

"Shit!Shit!Shit!" You shout as you try and pull yourself inside the car, but the shaking of the car prevents you from moving.

"We're aren't going to dodge!?" Watts screams.

Whu ducks down, "We couldn't even if wanted to! Better hold on tight!" He states.

Dainary holds onto the top of the car tight as she struggles not to fall off, "M-Madam! You're going to shake me off! Please slow down!" She begs.

Florette speeds up, "Keep complaining and I'll personally knock you off, now brace!" She orders.

"Grrrr! Fuck it!" Realizing there's no way for you to brace, you decide to do something extreme.

You turn towards the door of the glass double doors and hold your shotgun steady as you take aim.

Derrick looks over terrified, "The fuck are you doing!? Just climb in!" He orders.

"I would if I could dumbfuck! Now try and keep me still for a fucking second!" you shout.

As all of this unfolds, nearby, a large man sits near the top of the staircase, dressed in a security guard's uniform plays with his phone as he keeps his head in his hand.

"Fucking hell, B4 this year sucks ass. It's not even cringey enough to laugh at, it's just boring." He says as he puts his phone away and looks out.

"I wish something cool would happen..." He sighs.

VROOOOOOOOOOOOM! Just as he asks, his wish is granted, a group of 3 cars come barreling up the staircase, with various men and women pointing guns, spears and blades at each other.

"...Huh?" Is all he can blurt out.

BANG! You fire a shell that blows the glass doors open, allowing Derrick to smash through the door.

The guard falls on his butt as Watt's motorcycle and Florette's Humvee follow you right inside.

The guard's face is a mix of extreme fear and excitement, "Holy shit! I'm so getting fired for letting those psycho's in but goddamn that was the fucking coolest!" He laughs.

The interior of the Museum is expansive and filled with various artifacts, glass cases with spears and shields of great tribes that came and fell, busts of made from the great people of the past and giant skeletons of massive magical beasts from the planet's oldest days.

Derrick has to swerve and dodge out of the way a group of people near the entrance of the building, thankfully they all jump out of the way, which also clears a way for your two pursers to chase you into the heart of the building.

"Nice driving Derrick! Didn't think you were this good at driving!" You praise.

"Are you fucking kidding me!? It's a fucking miracle we haven't crashed and I nearly turned those civilians into paste! I'm so hopped on adrenaline by this point I can barely think straight!" he explains.

You laugh, "Now you know what it's like to be me! Fucking awesome right!?" you ask.

"This sucks donkey balls!" He answers.

"Ah you just don't know how to have fun!" You say as you look back and see your two pursers hot on your wheels.

You take aim and smile, "Those guys now! They know how to give a guy a great damn time!"

"Wait, wait! You can't shoot yet! There are civilians everywhere! What if you hit one!?" He asks.

You growl as you relent, "See what I mean, fucking bystanders! Always getting in the way when I want to blast some fools!"

Derrick groans, "Will you stop for a second and just look around!? We have more ways of attacking than just shooting at them!" He shouts.

"Huh?" You hum as you look around and see the skeleton of a giant flying magical beast hanging from the roof ahead of you.

You smirk, "Ohhhhh! Now I get you!"

"If you get it, then prepare yourself! The real battle starts now!" Derrick declares.

https://youtu.be/AhhcTcD_gyM

BATTLE COMMENCES

ROUND 1

Party Status:

Bradford:

>Life: 100/140

>Armor: N/A

>Status effects: Bezerker, Apex boxer

Derrick:

>Life: 110/110

>Armor: 200/200

>Status Effects: N/A

Sedan:

>Life: 200/200

VS

Flourette:

>Life: 150/150

>Armor: 200/200

>Status Effects: N/A

Dainary:

>Life: 100/120

>Armor: 210/240

>Status Effects: N/A

Humvee:

>Life: 170/250

Whu:

>Life: 130/130

>Armor: 170/200

>Status Effects: Machine Master

Watts:

>Life: 80/110

>Armor: N/A

>Status Effects: N/A

Motorcycle:

>Life: 70/100

What will you do?

Bradford:

Berzerker Options

>Open fire on Watts and Whu

>Open fire on Florette and Dainary

>Bring down the skeleton on top both your attackers (Warning! Risk injuring yourself as well)

Derrick:

Strategic fighter options

>Attempt to ram a fighter (Florette/ Watts team?)

>Focus on evading attacks

[Pick one option for each fighter]

>>3568118
>>Open fire on Florette and Dainary
>Focus on evading attacks
Bradford will attack, Derrick will keep us alive

>>3568135

>If it was working before, why change things up now?

>Roll1d100+30 (+15 from Shotgun Specialist, +10 from Loyal Fighter, +5 from Apex boxer)

>DC: 80

Rolled 26 (1d100)

>>3568188

Rolled 39 + 30 (1d100 + 30)

>>3568188

Rolled 39 + 30 (1d100 + 30)

>>3568192
>>3568205
>>3568212

Well, can't all be wins and laughs.

>Aim's not so good today...

>Writing..

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You turn over to the Florette and Dainary, "What the fuck are you doing!? I just said you can't shoot in this place!" Derrick shouts.

"That beast skeleton's too far away, I just need to be extra precise! I won't miss alright!" you assure as you take aim.

Dainary notices you taking aim and takes her spear in both hands and stamps it against the top of her car, "Do you really aim after a lady of the dragon!? Do you believe you take me down so easily!?" she asks.

"Worked the last time I tried! So hell yes!" You shout as you squeeze the trigger.

She raises her spear, "Your uncouth savagery will cost you your life knave, relent if you wish to avert your death!" She warns.

"The only dead one around here is you!!" you shout as you open fire.

BANG! BANG! keeping your fire concentrated high, you aim only at Dainary to ensure as little collateral damage.

"I warned you!" Dainary glares at you as she stands her ground and starts spinning her spear, in an instant, her dexterous hands twirl her spear like a parade baton.

DING! Once your bullets finally reach her, her inhumanly fast spinning deflects your bullet, pushing them away and scattering them all like they're being put through a spin cycle.

You can only gape bugged eye at the spectacle, leaving you a moment slow in noticing that your own bullets are coming flying right back at you.

"SHIT!" you scream as a stray bullet claps you in the shoulder and clatters against your car.

>-10 Life from Bradford (90 Life reaminng!)

>-10 life from the Sedan (240 Life remaining!)

"AHHHHHHHHHH!" Screams a woman as she just dodges out of the way out of one of the stray bullets.

Florette smacks the top of the car, "You fool! You very nearly eliminated yourself! Be more careful!" She scolds.

Dainary panics, "S-So very sorry Madam, it was an accident!"

You're forced to climb back into the car, holding your shoulder in pain, "Fucking shit! What's with all these motherfuckers being able to cut and smack bullets around like it's nothing!" you complain.

"You should just be glad no civilians got hurt in that exchange! You better not pull that shit twice!" Derrick scolds of you.

You reload your shotgun, "Yeah, yeah I got it, I guess I'll try your plan-"

CRANCK! Suddenly your car shakes, bouncing as some force lands right on top of your head.

"What the hell!? Did What's his name blast with a shot or something!?" You ask.

Derrick checks the rear view to see Literalli Whu keeping his distance, "No! He's avoiding joining the fight for now! Wasn't him!"

"But then who the hell just hit us-"

SHING! That's when a spear-tip comes from the roof of the car, stabbing it's way right in front of your face, very nearly cutting your nose off,

"....." you're both left speechless as the spear-tip retracts, leaving a hole that you look up through to see the shining armor of a knight.


"I warned you playing with a lady of the dragon would get you burned! Now face my retribution!" Dainary shouts as she readies her spear for a flurry of stabs.

"Oh fuck!" you scream as you and Derrick brace.

>Roll1d100+15 (+10 from Loyal Fighter, +5 from Enduring Fighter)

>DC: 70

Rolled 92 + 15 (1d100 + 15)

>>3568299

>>3568306

>Rolled 107

>No stabby for you today!

>Writing...

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SHING! SHING! SHING! stabs come down through your car's roof like rainfall, her attacks so rapid that it's almost like there's 3 of her on top of your roof at once.

Derrick is forced to keep his head too low to see in front of him, he drives blindly as he has tries to keep the car steady while his head is down.

"Fucking hell! Why couldn't you just follow my plan! Why do you always have to do the stupidest shit!?" he scolds of you.

You hide in the comparment underneath your seat as you speak, "Nag, nag, nag! That's all you've been doing today! Oh glorious plan-maker, what would be different if I had done your stupid plan!?" you ask.

"We could've knocked these two off our tail and maybe escaped this place!? And even if hadn't, at the very least it wouldn't have a spear-wielding knight on our roof!" He complains.

You grab your shotgun and aim up at the roof, "Don't worry, I can fix that last part!"

BANG! BANG! The flash of your shotgun blasts engulf the inside of the car as your bullets fly through the holes Dainary has made and go smashing against her.

"Damn!" She curses as she has to stop her assault to block the bullets clattering against her armor

>-40 Armor from Dainary (180 points remaining!)

>-20 Life from Dainary (80 points remaining!)

Derrick pulls up his head as the assault relents, "Christ this car is going to be a scrap heap by the time we give it back..." he groans.

He then notices something moving in the rear view mirror.

Whu loads a bullet in his heavy pistol as he takes aim up at the sky, "Whoaaa, what are you doing man! They're civilians here, you can't use that thing!" Watts warns.

"Don't worry, I'm aware, I'm not aiming at them." He answers as he takes the shot.

BANG! The roar of gun-fire harrows through the expansive halls of the museum, followed by the sound of wire snapping.

"Huh!? Bradford!" Derrick shouts as he looks up in terror.

"What the fuck is it!? Can't you see I'm busy!?" you say as you keep firing up at Dainary.

That's when you look up at the roof and notice the falling skeleton of the beast, seconds away from crushing, you and everyone else in the room.

Derrick grips the wheel tight as he readies himself to dodge, "You won't need to bother doing that anymore! Just prepare for the worst if I can't pull through this!"

"Goddamn it!" you shout as you cover your head and slink back into the compartment.

>Roll1d100+5 (+5 from the car's evasion bonus)

>DC:65

Rolled 12 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>3568358

Rolled 55 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>3568358

Rolled 43 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>3568358

>>3568380
>>3568391
>>3568397

>Rolled 60

>Not speedy enough...

>Writing.

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VROOOOOOOOOM! Derrick puts the pedal to the floor as he blasts off at breakneck speed, trying his absolute hardest to avoid the hail of death that is bones of the magical beast.

"The skeleton is falling, get down!" you hear someone scream in the background.

"Oh God! that's a priceless ske 12 million years ago! There will never be another like it, this a tragedy!" A well-researched man shouts in tears as the skeleton tumbles apart in the air.

CRACK! CRASH! Like artillery raining upon a battlefield, the bone smash and crash against the Muesem floor.

Ivory busts, glasses cases filled with artifacts, rare items are scattered across the floor or destroyed upon impact.

Flourette's humvee is peppered with various bones, some of which bounce off the hull but many still crack the windows, knock off side-view mirrors, dealing significant damage.

CRASHHHHH! And unfortuntely your car is no different, a hail of bones, both big and small come crashing down atop your car, making massive dents and cracking the windshield at places.

>-40 life from the Sedan! (150 life remaining!)

>-40 Life from the Humvee! (120 Life remaining)

"Son of a whore!" Dainary shouts as she turns her spear upwards, twirling it at lighting fast speeds, blowing away any bones that might crush her.

"Oh fucking jesus! This a disaster!" you howl.

"When are things not a disaster when you're around!" Derrick berates as he pushes forward despite the hail of destruction.

VROOOOOOOM! That's when, from the side, you see Watts and Whu, once again, like fish swimming through the harrowing water, dodging around and through the hail like it's nothing.

They quickly catch up to your car and look up towards the Dainary who has her hands full defending from the hail.

Whu points his heavy pistol at her, "Does the dragon lady want to take a flight?" He asks her.

"You wouldn't dare-"

BANG! A explosive shot rings out, smashing right agasint her stomach and sending her flying off the top of your car.

>-50 Armor from Dainary (130 points remaining!)

>-40 Life from Dainary (40 points remaining!)

"Holy hell!" you shout as you watch her fly across room, gliding over even Florette's Humvee due to the sheer power of the shot.

"Damn fool!" Florette shouts as she reaches out of the window and grabs Dainary by the spear,just save her from reaching the ground as she hauls her inside by it.

"I-Im very sorry Madam...I think I've just been put out of commission..." She says with a voice half-way to throwing up.

Florette grimaces, "You're in dire need of proper training. If we're to recurit you, you have a long way to go, you absolute green horn!" She scolds.

"What harsh words, you were so much docile around master Noell..." Dainary notes.

"That didn't sound like an apology!" Florette shouts.

"S-Sorry Madam..." She sheds a tear.

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You look back out to Whu and smile, "Well thanks man! She was really fucking our shit up!"

BANG! Whu then turns his gun down at your window and opens fire at your window.

You barely dodge the bullet as it sticks brushes past your hair, "What the fuck man!?"

"Don't forget we're enemies too you know. Just because we're both friends of Derrick doesn't mean we're friends with each other." He says as he re-loads the pistol.

You look back to Derrick in confusion, "You're friends with this guy?"

Derrick gives a strained smile, "Well...hm?"He hums as he notices something ahead.

Whu then aims at you again, "Better watch out, people don't notice me very often and that's a fatal mistake. Because when I go for the kill, I never miss." He declares.

You grimace as you try and pull your shotgun before he has a chance to fire.

BANG! You're too late, by the time you even moved an inch, he had already pulled the trigger.

Fortunately for you, another staircase interrupts your duel, a long stone one that bounces up, causing his shot to go too high to hit you.

"Damn!" He shouts as he tries to control his bike.

"So much for never missing huh!?" You laugh.

"This is no time to be laughing dumbass! Look ahead!" Derrick shouts.

You do as he says, only to see right at the top of the staircase, a large window, over-viewing the garden buildings of the city, spans out in front of you.

"Are you fucking kidding me!? Does this shitty rollercoaster ever end!?" You shout.

"Hopefully this is the last loop of it! Now one more time! Brace!" Derrick warns.

>Roll1d100+15 (+10 from Loyal Fighter, +5 from Enduring Fighter)

>DC: 65

And that's where I'm stopping for tonight!

Jeez! This session has been incredible intense so far! My fingers are on fire from typing so much!

I hope you all are enjoying this very action-packed episode so far!

Goodnight!

Rolled 2 + 15 (1d100 + 15)

>>3568546

Rolled 25 + 15 (1d100 + 15)

>>3568546

Rolled 27 + 15 (1d100 + 15)

>>3568546
Damn, these rolls

>>3568550
>>3568568
>>3568590

Ah, this is a reoccurring trend, the dice gods are benevolent in the first few rounds only to destroy when the rolls really matters.

Well that's why you always have to sacrifice your first born child to them to ensure good rolls.

Anyway...

>Rolled 42

>Welcome to the crash course!

>Writing...

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A little ways at the top of the staircase, a tour group that has yet to notice the chaos below examine the window.

The female tour guide presents holds her hand out to the window, "And if you look through this window, down below you can see the prestigious Fortuna Academy. A university with well over a 1000 years of history behind it-"

A child with his mother throws his hands behind his head, "Man this tour sucks Mom. I thought when you we were going out, you'd take me to McRonalds." he complains.

She shakes her head, "We have leftovers at home honey, we're doing this to improve your history grade, now listen close!" she scolds.

"Eh!? But your leftovers suck!" The child complains.

The tour guide continues, "-But most notably, the university gets it's name due to it's extreme fortune in never having to shut down due to natural disaster or terrible accident! Can you imagine? Going over a 1000 years without a single bad incident!"

The crowd goes ohhhhh in amazement while The child rolls his eyes, "Man, a school that never shuts down is just sounds like a torture chamber that doesn't give it's prisoner breaks...that place can burn for all I care..." the child curses.

"Hey! What's that!?" A man from the crowd screams as he points to 3 cars rushing up the staircase towards.

The tour guide panics, "Oh shit! Everyone, scatter!" She shouts.

They do just that as you blast your way up the staircase and launch yourself airborne, smashing yourself right through the window.

CRACKKKKKKKKK! Your car smashes through the thick viewing glass, sending you and your 2 pursers flying through the sky.

You and Derrick holds on for dear life as you soar, your screams covered up by the sound of the rushing air all around you.

You look down through the windshield to see a blue, shingled roof with a steep edge approaching.

Derrick attempts to keep the car straight to ride down the steep edge, but fails terribly, causing the car to twist and turn to it's side in the air before you land.

CRASHHHHHHHHHHH! Your car lands roof first into the roof, destroying entire sections of the roof as you tumble down the high area.

Two back windows shatter and splinter glass all around the car, stabbing you and Derrick all over.

>-30 Life from the Sedan! (120 Life remaining!)

>-30 Life from Bradford! (60 Life remaining!)

>-15 Life and 15 Armor from Derrick! (95 Life and 195 Armor remaining!)

You finally coming crashing down 10 meters off the roof and landing in the courtyard, thankfully on your wheels rather than your roof.

"Oh sweet Jesus..." You blurt out as you hold your head in pain, distortion and a possible concussion rattling your brain.

You look around the place to try and get your bearings, a large courtyard spans itself around you, grass and flowers make up the majority of the space with a massive, brass globe statue in the center.

Students from their various classes come out to look and gawk at your bullet-riddled junk heap of a car.

You stare back at them for a bit, before you remember the situation you're in.

You shake off the glass in your hair and look to Derrick, who has his face planted in the wheel, "Shit, you alive there man!?"

He groggily pulls his head back up, "I wish I wasn't..."

SLAM! You look up to see the other two land on the roof, Whu's motorcycle lands perfectly on the other hand, being so soft with it's descent they don't even break any shingles as they slide down the roof and unto the courtyard with no trouble, blasting right out the school gate.

You shake Derrick awake, "Well too fucking bad! You still are! So it's time to get moving! We just lost our lead and we're wasting seconds here!"

He pulls his your hands off of him, "Shut up! I get it already, damn, that landing probably gave me brain damage and still have to get driving...this is gonna leave me as stupid as you when we're done..." he groans.

Florette's car has a bit of a rough landing too, but nowhere near as bad as yours, sliding off the roof and landing nicely in the courtyard, she drives on ahead, blasting through the courtyard as she heads for the main gate to re-enter the street.

You bonk his head, "I'll give you real brain damage if you don't get driving now!"

Derrick tests the engine by playing with the pedal, fortunately it still works.

"One of these days I'll have you pay me back for this..." He turns the car towards the gate.

You smile, "Don't worry, when I get that license, I can give the world and more! You know, after I'm done wrecking it!" You shout as you blast off and head through the gate.

DAKAKAKAKAKAKAKA-But just as you start driving, a hail of gunfire rains ahead of you.

"Shit!" Derrick shouts as he turns the car away to avoid damage.

"Who the hell-!" You look up to see Whu riding atop the roof of the school raining death upon while maintaining balance with his bike, even on that steep edge.

"For fuck's sake, doesn't this asshole ever run out of ammo!?" You grab your shotgun and take aim at him as Derrick moves to dodge.

>Roll1d100+30 (+15 from Shotgun Specialist, +10 from Loyal Fighter, +5 from Apex boxer)

>DC: 70

Rolled 53 + 30 (1d100 + 30)

Rolled 24 + 30 (1d100 + 30)

>>3569263

Rolled 69 + 30 (1d100 + 30)

>>3569263

>>3569269
>>3569292
>>3569298

>Rolled 99

>Making a comeback!

>Writing...

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DAKAKAKAKAKAKAKA- The hail of fire tears the beautiful garden of the school to pieces, turning up flowers and sending the gawking students running and hiding in fear.

VROOOOOOOOOOM! As you dodge the bullets Derrick turns this way and that, turning the grass of the courtyard to a pile of dirt as you take aim at your attacker.

"Get that bastard off us! We can't drive out while he's lighting us up like this!" Derrick shouts.

"I'm already on it motherfucker!" You shout as you open fire.

BANG! BANG! You return fire as soon as he relents, hitting a target that moves so quickly and smoothly is extremely difficult, however you do something rare and employ some tactics.

CRACK! Instead of aiming at the bike itself, you aim for the shingles ahead of the bike, breaking apart the terrain before they reach it.

As soon as they do, their bike doubles over, sending them both flying in the air as their bike collapses to the floor.

You throw your fist in the air, "Fuck yeah! Wasn't expecting that shit were you!?" You laugh.

Whu glares at you in mid-air, he then drops his machince pistol and pulls out his heavy pistol and takes aim at you, upside down.

You panic as you smack the top of the car, "Move! Get moving now!" you shout.

"Gunning it!" Derrick shouts as he blasts off for the school gate where Florette is exiting.

BANG! As you drive away, Whu pin-points your movement path and still manages to fire at you despite soaring through the air and being upside down.

CLANG! Thankfully, the bullet hits the sphere instead of your car, avoiding the direct damage.

You laugh, "Well that's fucking funny! Nice aim there Mr.Never miss! You might want to practice a bit more!"

Whu lands and dusts himself off while Watts drags the motorcycle back over, he takes a seat back in the vehicle as he smiles, "Not quite! I wasn't really aiming for you!" He shouts back.

Creaaaakkkk...

"Huh!?" you blurt out as you look back to the brass sphere.

Whu and Watts re-take their seats on the motorcycle as Whu takes a shot at the sphere again.

CLANG! And just like that the giant metal ball comes tumbling off it's hinges rolling at you at high speeds.

"What the fuck!?" you shout.

Whu revs up the motorcycle as he smiles and lets out a small laugh, "Now that's funny."

Derrick groans, "You really need to stop shit-talking people so much..."

"Shut it! Just drive before we get flatten into mancakes!" you shout as you drive out into the main street.

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VROOOOOOOOOM! As you exit the school, you ride down a side street heading for the main street, you drive after Florette who's a few meters ahead of you.

"Well shit, looks like we've lost our lead!" you shout.

"Doesn't matter, we can get put in 2nd or 3rd place, it doesn't matter as long as we don't get put in 5th or 6th place. Let's just maintain a safe distance and focus on dodging that death ball." Derrick points to the giant metal sphere following after you at full speed.

You climb out of the window and take aim with your shotgun, "Sorry bud! I'm not the kind of man that settles with 2nd best, I go for gold or go home!" you shout.

Derrick groans, "I had a feeling you'd say that...fighting alongside you, I doubt I'll even be going home..."

"Just sit tight, I'll have that bitch behind lickty split-"

"WILL YOU FUCK OFF!?" However, before you can open fire, a shout from the entrance to the main street cuts you off.

"Wait, was that the clown cunt!?" you shout as Florette escapes your sights and turns up and re-joins the main street.

"Ah, shit..." you groan.

Derrick then speeds up and re-joins the main road as well, heading up the street and towards the airport.

"AH SHIT!" And what you see there is complete anarchy.

The 3 other teams are all going at it in the streets.

Reynauld fires shots down at Peachnia who swings up and tries to batter his head when he extends out of the truck.

"Fuck off will ya!? I'm tired of dealing with your wannabe cowboy ass!" Peachnia shouts at him.

"Ya'll are the ones that need to scamper off! I'm taking gold for my big friend!" Reynauld shouts back.

Furtherest to the front is Dillion and Landon with Florette making her way towards them fast.

WEEEEEEE-WOOOOOOO! But to top it all off, the blaring of a sirens fill the air as numerous police cars and even helicopters chase after the group.

"What the fuc-!? Is that the police!?" You ask.

"I don't know! You tell me, you've probably seen them more than I have!" Derrick answers.

CLANG! CLANG! As you're examining the situation ahead of you, the clanging sound of the brass ball chasing after you fills your ears as you see Whu and Watts opening fire on it to keep it rolling after you.

"Jesus Christ, we've turned the city into a warzone! How the hell did things get this bad!?" Derrick shouts.

You pump your shotgun, "Well when you let a bunch of psyhco's like us rampage through the place, shit like this was bound to happen! They should be glad there's a city left at all!"

"There might not be if we keep going on like this..." Derrick counters.

"Well then let's end it here, if I remember right, we got 10 minutes till we reach the airport! Let's finish this shit with a bang buddy!" you shout as you prepare for battle.

What will you do?

Bradford:

Berzeker Options:

>Open fire on a team (Which one?)

>Open fire on the police, lessen the number of enemies on the field.

Derrick:

Strategic fighter:

>Focus on dodging

>Attempt to ram someone (Which team?)

>Use the brass ball to attack multiple teams

>Try and rush to take the lead.

[Pick one option for each fighter]

>>3569407
>Open fire on the police, lessen the number of enemies on the field.
>Rush

>>3569407
>>Open fire on a team (Which one?)
They're in first

Besides, there's only enough room here for 1 Sedan here

>>Use the brass ball to attack multiple teams
If it can take care of our enemies and stop us from getting crushed than I'm all for this

>>3569444
I'll support to break the tie

>>3569444
>>3569458
>>3569441

>Attack Dillion Team and cause some ball mayhem

>Roll1d100+30 (+15 from Shotgun Specialist, +10 from Loyal Fighter, +5 from Apex boxer)

>DC: 75

Rolled 81 + 30 (1d100 + 30)

>>3569468

Rolled 98 + 30 (1d100 + 30)

>>3569468

>>3569515
>>3569536

>Rolled 128

>Writing...

>>3569536
Damn

https://youtu.be/1_VBzONOP2U

You search the raging battlefield that the main street has become and decide on Dillion and Landon for your target.

You clamber out of the window take your shotgun in one hand and smack the top of the car, "Push up! We're going for those fuckers at the front!" you shout.

"You really hate being behind huh? I thought you loved losing!" Derrick taunts.

"I do love losing! But you want to know what I love even more!? Winning against near impossible odds! Now get moving!" you shout.

Derrick stares out to the squads of police cars, Whu and Watts on at your back, "Easier said than done, I go any faster than this and someone's bound to try and shoot us down..."

"Come on Brainiac! You ain't the kind of guy to just give up cause shit looks bleak right!?" you exclaim.

CLANG! CLANG! Derrick looks to see Whu keeping his distance as he bounces the brass ball which rolling ever closer to the car.

But instead of feeling panic, he shows a smile, "Damn, for once you talk some sense! That's exactly right! Now hold on tight, I'm gonna blow away some of the competition and I'm gonna need that shotgun of yours to do it!" he exclaims.

You stand at the ready, "Just say when! if you want someone blasted into next week, you just tell me!" you shout.

"It's not someone, but something I need you to blast..." He states.

"Huh!? Whaddya mean!?" you ask.

Instead of answering with words, Derrick swevres to the other side of the brass ball and hits the brakes on the car.

SRKKKKKKKTTTTT Go your wheels as they leave burn marks in road, tearing apart the asphalt as you ride up right behind the giant ball.

"What in the world!? What are you doing!?" Whu shouts as he sees you moving closer to him.

"Winning this race!" Derrick exclaims as he points a finger at the brass ball.

"Now dumbass! Punch that ball with everything you got!" He orders.

You're slightly confused, but very excited to comply, "Aye, aye Sir!" you shout as you tighten your grip on your shotgun's pump action.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! You empty everything in your shotgun using Ballroom Blitz in order to counter the momentum of the ball and send it rolling towards Literalli Whu and Watts.

Whu immediately attempts to fire at the ball again to counter your attack, but his single shots, no matter how powerful stand no chance against the near automatic fire of your attack.

Panic spreads across his face as he realizes the ball is coming at him fast, "Damn! Hold on tight Watts, this is going to hurt a bit!"

"Wait! What are you going to do!?" He asks.

He receives his answer when Whu pushes the bike towards the ground, kicking up numerous sparks as he drags himself, the bike and Watts across the asphalt in order to slow himself down enough to prevent being squished.

>-27 Life & Armor from Whu (103 Life & 143 Armor)

>-30 Life from Watts (50 Life remaining!)

>-30 Life from Motorcycle (40 life remaining!)

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However, despite taking major damage, he avoided the fatal blow that would've been taking the metal ball head on as it rolls on ahead at top speed towards the people ahead.

Ahead, Florette bites her lip as the situation's direness unfolds to her, "Pushing up with this many officers on the road is quite difficult, we'll have to settle for being 3rd place it seems."

"Madam Florette, I apologize for my infirmity...If I had been less reckless I could be of use right now..." Dainary states.

Florette gives her a stern look, "I don't wish for an apology, I wish for improvement. You expect to defend master Noell with excuses and apologies? Surely not."

Dainary holds her head down in shame, "Truly, words cannot express my regret..."

"Then express it with action. Rest for now, whether we win or lose this race, you're going to undergo proper training to protect our master when we return home. That's an order." She explains.

"Yes Madam..." Dainary says as she rests her eyes.

"....." Florette then looks in the rear view mirror and spots the metal ball approaching her from behind.

"What!?" She shouts as the ball closes in.

Dainary wakes back up, "Huh!? What is it!? Are we under attack!?"

BRINNNGGG! She recevices her answer when the giant ball grinds against the back of the Humvee, it's extreme weight and spin grinding down the metal like cheese to a grater.

>-50 Life from the Humvee (120 points remaining!)

"Damn this life! It seems today is truly unfortunate for both of us!" Florette shouts as she swerves away from the ball, sending her back a good ways.

Meanwhile, you ride along with the ball, keeping your distance from the object itself but staying close enough to use it as a safe-guard against attackers as you ride your way up to the front.

"Just what the hell is going on back there? When did this giant ball get here?" Dillion asks as he stares back at the chaos behind him.

Landon giggles, "Well, in my experience, giant things just love to creep up behind you and poke you right in the butt. So this isn't very strange."

Dillion looks annoyed, "Something tells me you're the one that often does the sneaking and the poking though."

Landon looks angry, "Are you calling me giant and creepy!? Don't tell me you're going to be mean to me as well!"

"Well I didn't exactly mean it like that..." Dillion trails off.

"Well if you won't! I will!" that's when you appear from the side riding right up to Dillion's window, you push your shotgun right up agasint it and realease.

BANG! Booms your stick as your bullet burst through the window and spread through the car, smacking against both Landon and Dillion with a direct hit.

>-50 Armor & Life from Landon (110 Life & 50 armor remaining!)

>-50 Armor & 20 life from Dillion (60 Life & 190 Armor remaining!)

Dillion pulls back on the throttle as he's riddled with bullets, the extreme pain stunning him as Sedan slows down and you fly past them.

You smile as you take front lead in 1st place, you look back to Dillion as you shout, "Sorry Trustfund! There's only room enough for one winning Sedan on this road and it sure as shit ain't you!"

Dillion growls with rage, "That insolent dog! No! That disgusting mutt! He dare wound my face! desecrate the beauty of my model!? I'll pin his head to the nearest pike!"

"I haven't really been desecrated though...He's using blanks so it just hurts more than anything else..." Landon counters.

"It doesn't matter! We should have taken him out in the early rounds! It was a mistake not to! One I'm going to rectify right now!" Dillion says as hits the throttle.

As you ride on ahead, a police helicopter swoops down from above and turns on it's speakers.

"This is the police! We are asking you pull over your vehicle and don't resist arrest! You and everyone causing mayhem all over city are being charged with disturbing the peace, destruction of property both private and public and possible acts of terrorism!" The over speaker shouts.

You dig some gunk out of your ear, "Man, these officers sure love their long-winded speeches. What's you fucking point!?" you shout.

"We are asking you to cease and desist in the name of the law or will be forced to use force. Deadly force if need be!" He threatens.

You flip them the bird, "Go right the fuck ahead! As if some commie Kukes scare me you talking head!"

"I heard that! You are now also being charged with a hate crime for that statement!" The man over the speaker shouts.

"Shove it up your ass!" you counter.

Peachnia looks away from her fight to see you shouting at the helicopter, "Oh shit! That loud motherfucker's back! We have to get after him twink!" She shouts.

"B-But we're still in the middle of combat with Mr.Reynauld." Arztz counters.

"That's what I brought you along for! Hand me one of your brews!" Peachnia orders.

"Of course!" Arztz answers as he searches his satchel.

Reynauld reloads his revolver as the two speak, "The hell are you two blabbing bout down there!? Not that it matters, considering I'm about to shock ya right with my Blue lightin-"

"Here it is Ms.Adamns!" Arztz shouts as he puts on a gas mask and hands Peachnia a grenade that leaks out a strange white gas.

Peachnia puts on a gas mask as well as she takes it, "Nice one twinkie! Now eat this shit for brains!"

She then pulls the pin on the grenade, releasing the gas as she tosses through the window of Reynauld's truck, landing it on the empty seat beside him.

"Now what's this do-hick-key-key-KAH!" Reynauld starts hacking and coughing as he inhales the gas of the grenade.

Arztz looks up and examines the effect, "Apologies Mr.Reynauld, but we're going to need you to back off for now. Worry not, it's not a toxic grenade."

"Wha-What-Hack! Hack! What is this!?-cough, cough!" Reynauld asks between breaths.

"Just a canister of tear gas I made, your vision will be impaired and your breathing erratic for a while, but that's about it. See you at the finish line Mr.Reynauld!" Arztz cheers as the duo drive away.

From behind, Peachnia and Arztz start approaching you fast.

"Ah boy, looks who's back! The circus act with no real impact! Clown cunt and twink!" You taunt.

"Talk big for now ya howling monkey! I got a nice surprise for ya!" Peachnia shouts back.

"Ahhh, really!? It's not even my birthday! Come on, show it to me!" You counter.

"Fine asshole! Recognize these!?" Peachnia pulls out a set of strange looking knives.

You give her a confused look, "Yeah, they're a bunch of shitty looking knives, so what?" you ask.

Derrick answer for you, "No you dumbass! Those knvies are-!"

But before he can tell you, she's already thrown some your way, "Eat shit loser!" She shouts.

>Roll1d100+5 (+5 from Sedan evasion bonus)

>DC: 65

Rolled 82 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>3569775

Taking a quick 30 minute break.

Rolled 27 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>3569775

Rolled 22 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>3569775

>>3569801
>>3569839
>>3569869

I have returned.

>Rolled 87

>Writing...

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The knife she tosses embeds itself into the asphalt of where you were just a few seconds ago.

"Ha! Close but no candy cigar baby! Try harder next time!" You taunt.

"Just wait for it!" She shouts back.

"Huh!? What does that mean!?" You ask.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Derrick repeats as he presses hard on the gas, rocketting you forward as fast as possible.

That's when you notice a distinct red flashing coming from the knife a few meters away, "What the hell is that-"

BOOOOOOOOOOOOM! Your answer comes in the form of a roaring explosion, a torrent of flame that engulfs the air for a moment and leaves a large hole in the road.

"....." you're left completely speechless.

Peachnia brandishes even more knives, "Did you enjoy those fireworks!? They're a little present I got from my new friend Vanilla as a make-up gift for our fight! I got a whole bag of 'em in the backseat!" She shouts.

"Oh yeah! Great idea Vanilla! Give the homicidal clown a bag of explosives, that won't end terribly!" Derrick shouts.

She tosses a few more at you, "You seem to love heat! So let's see how much you can take!" She laughs.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! Derrick swerves left and right to avoid the hail of explosions like a solider running through artillery fire.

You start firing at any knvies that get close to actually hitting your car, sending them flying in random directions, colliding into nearby cop cars, which dodge away and back up in order to avoid getting a direct hit.

"Good fucking God! She's gonna burn down the whole city at this rate!" You shout.

"Better the city than us! Just keep deflecting shots and pray she doesn't figure out how to lead her shots!" Derrick shouts.

You go back and forth like this for a while, that is, until someone else intervenes.

CRACK! Resounds the sound of revolver fire.

An electric shock runs through the back of Peachnia's car, "What the fuck!?" She shouts, stopping her hail of knives.

She looks back to see Reynauld, aiming down the sights of his revovler, one eye closed from the stinging pain of the tear gas and his hand shaky due to the warped breathing.

"N-Now don't you go-Cough! Cough! Forgetting bout me!" He shouts in a pained voice.

Peachnia growls in anger "All of you fuckers! Are such pains in my ass!" She screams as she starts throwing explosive his way.

BOOOOOM! He can do nothing to stop the hail of knives, his bulky truck has to absorb the attacks due to it's lack of maneuverability.

>-50 Life from the Truck ( 250 points remaining!)

However, the truck bulky build sponges up the damage, so despite going black from the burning explosions, it keeps moving forward, basically unscathed.

Reynauld smiles, a trail of spit running down his mouth due to the failing motor control, "That the best-Hack! Hack! You got girly!?" he taunts.

"Fuck you prick!" She shouts as she engages with Reynauld who quickly catches up to their buggie.