You truly do consider accepting Red X's offer, but you can't help but worry about the uncertainties of your affliction.

[Wade]: Shouldn't we be figuring out how to reverse this instead?

Red X removes his arm from your shoulder and backs away from you, almost as if he was disgusted by the fact that you would even consider suggesting such a thing.

[Red X]: Reverse it?! Why the hell would you wanna do that? I feel great! I am great!

Red X flexes for you and your friends, but Wendy and Max simply roll their eyes at him.

[Wade]: And you look great! But that's not the point! We don't know if it's safe for us to remain split up like this. I have a feeling that it'll just get worse if we don't try to reverse it here and now.

Your counterpart sighs deeply and crosses his arms.

[Red X]: Look, you can be a wet blanket if you want. Just stay here with the panda and the half baked clones all night. See if I care. I'm gonna go and enjoy this night while it lasts. If you change your mind though, be sure to dial me up on the watch.

He pushes past you and the others, and makes his way towards the street. You can’t let him leave yet! You need to put your foot down.

[Wade]: Wait!

Everyone turns to look at you.

[Wade]: If you can, please refrain from actually painting the town red. That sounds incredibly inconvenient for everyone who lives here. And if you can avoid injuring or killing any of the citizens, or making a mess of any kind, then that would also be lovely. After all, you wouldn’t want to stain that shiny red suit!

Wendy runs her hand down her face and groans loudly, but Red X simply stares at you through the dark blue lenses in his mask.

[Red X]: You know, I was right the first time. You are a dweeb. I’m outta here.

Max grabs his shoulder before he can leave the alley.

[Max]: I don’t think that’s such a good idea.

Rex freezes in place and stares at Max’s hand, before grabbing it and twisting it with his augmented strength. You hear a cracking sound as Max cries out in pain and clutches his hand tightly.

[Red X]: If I wanted to know what you thought, I would’ve asked. And the next time you touch me with those wrinkled hands, you’ll lose ‘em.

[Wendy]: That’s it!

Wendy lunges towards Red X, but she is almost immediately met with a straight punch from your counterpart, which she just barely manages to block.

[Wendy]: Whoa!

He didn’t even hesitate to strike at her! You need to do something. For real this time!

You open your Omnitrix to decide which alien you’re going to use, and you notice that half of them are missing. Does Red X have the other ones?

>Zipmunk
>Dropkick
>Thriller Whale
>Vertigoat
>Snotrocket
>Big Chill
>Whacker Mole
>Upgrade
>Grey Matter
>Fourcast
>Spidermonkey
>Brainstorm
>Hotspot
>Goop
>Echo Echo
>Gravelanche

There are a couple of your favorites missing, but that isn’t terribly important. You value all of your aliens! Some more than others…

But enough about that! What do you do?

(Cont.)

>”Everyone calm down. I’m sure we can work this out if we stop throwing punches for two seconds.”
>”Red X, if you wanna fight somebody, then feel free to fight me. I imagine it would be quite boring otherwise.”
>Jump in between Red X and Wendy. No one else is getting hurt on your watch!
>”Hey Trixy, what do you think I should do?”
>Transform into an alien.(Which one?)
>Write-in.

>>3774566
>”Hey Trixy, what do you think I should do?”

>>3774566
>>”Red X, if you wanna fight somebody, then feel free to fight me. I imagine it would be quite boring otherwise.”
>Go Fourcast

>>3774868
This

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[Wade]: Hey, Red X!

He freezes in place and turns to you.

[Wade]: If you wanna fight somebody, then feel free to fight me! Otherwise, I imagine that you’d find find it to be quite boring.

You open up the Omnitrix’s faceplate and cycle through your aliens until you see Fourcast. You’ve missed this guy!

After making your selection and slamming your hand down onto the watch, a bright blue flash envelops your body and reshapes it in an instant. You’ve becomeFourcast! And your cute little drones are ready to assist you as well! Their ability to manipulate the weather in a localized area is incredibly useful. Especially since they are capable of multitasking with great efficiency.

[Red X]: Man, even your insults sound lame. But I respect your enthusiasm, bro!

Your crimson counterpart opens up his Omnitrix’s faceplate and slams his hand down immediately afterwards. He didn’t even bother to look at his watch! Doesn’t he care what he transforms into?

In a flash of crimson light, his body changes into that of Bat-a-Boom! He looks much more evil with glowing red eyes.

[Red X]: Finally! Some action!

Without hesitation, he lunges at you with impressive speed. This is no time to be lost in thought! What do you do?

>Hit him with concentrated cyclone, sending him flying backwards. You need to get him out of this cramped space.
>Command your drones to create a mini-electric storm and zap him with a lightning bolt!
>Vent the exhaust ports in your suit and release your noxious fumes. They should serve to disorient him.
>Drastically decrease the temperature within the surrounding area. If he can’t sweat, then he can’t blow anything up.
>Cloak yourself, command your drones to pummel him with a coordinated assault and pelt him a barrage of hailstones.
>Create a geyser trap and try to detonate it in front of him before he can reach you.
>Write-in.

>>3775950
>>Drastically decrease the temperature within the surrounding area. If he can’t sweat, then he can’t blow anything up.

>>3775970
This m8

>>3775950
>Drastically decrease the temperature within the surrounding area. If he can’t sweat, then he can’t blow anything up.
> “Wendy, while I dealing with Red, feel free to punch the Panda ‘til something useful falls out! Not too rough though, it is a nice shirt!”

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>>3775970
>>3776100
>>3776299

You mentally command your drones to drastically decrease the temperature in the surrounding area, and they chirp in agreement. You’ve got such useful helpers!

As your little workers reduce the temperature, you meet Red’s charge with your own. The look of shock on his face is apparent when he realizes that he cannot best you in terms of raw strength. Despite your spindly arms, you know for a fact that Fourcast is deceptively powerful.

The drones chirp loudly to notify you that they have lowered the temperature sufficiently. But you could already tell without them notifying you, since you’ve been able to see Red’s breath for a while now. And it seems that he was the last to notice what was going on around him.

He attempts to utilize his explosive firepower, but only manages to conjure up a tiny puff of smoke. You can see the panic in his face as he struggles against you and attempts to break free of your grasp. You don’t intend to let him go anytime soon.

[Wade]: Wendy, while I’m dealing with Red, feel free to punch the Panda ‘til something useful falls out! Not too rough though, since he is wearing a nice shirt!

Your sister cracks her knuckles as her lips curl up into a wicked smile, and the Panda’s cocky grin disappears almost immediately upon having her approach him.

[Shen]: W-what are you going to do to me?

[Wendy]: Relax, we’re just gonna have a little chat.

Shen relaxes his shoulders for a moment, before Wendy delivers a powerful punch to his gut. The panda coughs and cringes from the pain, as if he were having trouble breathing.

[Shen]: I thought we were just going to talk…

[Wendy]: I like to let my fists do the talking. And they’re very persuasive…

Wendy proceeds to wail on the panda, and you take a moment to dwell on the moral ambiguity of your actions.

[Wade]: That felt aggressive of me. Was that too aggressive?

[Trixy]: On the contrary, Wade. According to my studies, it was the perfect level of aggression required for the situation. It was, dare I say, rather “Assertive”. In a good way, of course.

[Wade]: Assertive sounds pretty good! Thanks, Trix.

You leave Wendy to her devices and return to the battle at hand. Red doesn’t seem like he’s willing to give up. Maybe he needs to be “persuaded” like the panda.

>Command your drones to create a vacuum in your immediate area, causing the air to be sucked from Red’s lungs.
>Let your drones pummel Red while you hold him in place.
>Produce a paralyzing gas and expel it from your body.
>Command your drones to decrease the temperature even further and freeze Red in place.
>Command your drones to zap Red while you hold him still.
>”You should really surrender while you still have the chance to.”
>”I don’t wanna hurt you, but I will if I have to.”
>”If you stop now, then we can go out for drinks after this. The night is still young, after all.”
>Try to force him to time out by striking his Omnitrix symbol directly.
>Write-in.

>>3776633
>”If you stop now, then we can go out for drinks after this. The night is still young, after all.”
If he refuses
>Command your drones to zap Red while you hold him still.

>>3776633
>>”If you stop now, then we can go out for drinks after this. The night is still young, after all.”
If he refuses
>Produce a paralyzing gas and expel it from your body.

>>3776633
>>3777171
Gonna add a mental note that we never specified that we'd go out for drinks separated or whole IC

He doesn’t seem to be showing any signs of letting up. Maybe you can still persuade him to surrender.

[Wade]: If you stop now, we can go out for drinks after this. The night is still young after all.

He narrows his eyes and increases the strength of his grip.

[Red X]: Not until I kick your ass!

You sigh deeply and summon your drones to your side with a series of rhythmic chirps.

[Wade]: So be it.

You mentally command the drones to deliver a powerful electric shock to your opponent, causing him to cry out in pain and his muscles to seize up and spasm. Fortunately, the attack has no effect on you. You don’t believe that your drones are capable of harming you, either way.

Once your counterpart falls to the ground, a smoking and twitching mess, you release paralytic gas that you had conjured up just in case. Before Red can properly time out, he breathes in a bit of the gas and breaks into a coughing fit. The dosage was particularly low, but if your calculations were correct, then it was just enough to keep him from moving when he changes back.

In a bright green flash, your counterpart changes back to his human form, seemingly still affected by your paralytic gas. Looks like your gamble paid off after all!

[Red X]: What happened?! Can’t...move!

[Wade]: It was for your own good. But do not worry, I will have this whole problem sorted soon.

You can’t see his face, but he appears to be even more furious than he was before. It will be quite difficult to keep him under control, should he transform again later.

[Wendy]: Hey bro, I’ve got something.

You time out in an orange flash, and go to check on Wendy’s progress. The panda’s face has been thoroughly pummeled, but he does not appear to be bleeding. Save for a bit of swelling and labored breathing. But most importantly, his shirt is spotless!

[Wade]: Wendy, you kept your promise!

[Wendy]: Yeah, you were right. He is wearing a pretty nice shirt.

Her smile is genuine and refreshing. She gives you a "playful" punch to the shoulder, which makes you grateful for the fact that you're wearing armor.

[Wendy]: So I’ve got some good news and some bad news. Which one do you want first?

[Wade]: Good news, of course!

Wendy adopts a smug grin, as if she had already predicted your answer.

[Wendy]: Yeah, of course. The good news is, there’s a cure for...whatever this is.

[Wade]: Wonderful! And the bad news?

[Wendy]: The only one that has the cure is the Samurai from before. I think tubby here was planning on having you fight him in order to reverse the effects.

[Wade]: So we'd be forced to play right into their boss's hands.

[Max]: Well, that’s not good.

Max approaches from behind, cradling his wrist and wrapping it tightly in cloth.

[Wendy]: You okay, old timer?

She places a hand on his shoulder, but he shrugs it off and flexes his wrist a bit.

[Max]: Been better, but I’ve also been through worse. What’s our next move?

(Cont.)

[Wade]: It would appear that we need to locate the samurai and obtain the cure from him.

[Wendy]:That’s exactly what he wants us to do. Can;t you make the cure with Grey Matter or something?

[Wade]: This affliction is more mystical in nature. I am not sure if Grey Matter would be able to conjure up a cure.

This problem is becoming more and more complicated. But at least you will be able to face the samurai on your own terms. All you need to do is find him. Unless...you really think you can create that cure. It’d be a gamble, but you’d be able to fight the Samurai with your full strength if you succeeded.

[Shen]: You've already...lost...

The panda manages to squeeze a few words out of his swollen face.

[Wade]: What do you mean?

[Shen]: If you don't reverse the effects within the hour, then both of you will perish.

[Wendy]: What?! Why?

[Shen]: He is unbalanced. And without balance, mortals are made into monstrous spirits. Eventually, you will lose your sanity, along with your tether to the material realm, and fade into nothingness.

He tries to laugh, but finds it quite difficult to do so in his current condition.

[Wendy]: Well, aren't we feeling chatty today?

[Max]: This is worse than we thought. We have to act fast.

He's right. Your timetable just got pushed up. Like, way up. You need to find the Samurai soon. Hopefully he's somewhere nearby.

>Use Upgrade to enhance the biometric scanner and locate the Samurai.
>Try to create a cure with Grey Matter.
>Have Wendy interrogate the panda for the Samurai’s location.
>Ask the panda politely for the information.
>Use Zipmunk to try to detect any unusual energy signatures within the city.
>Try to convince Red to aid you in your cause. (Write-in.)
>Write-in.

>>3780064
>>Try to create a cure with Grey Matter.
>Ask the panda politely for the information.
>Try to convince Red to aid you in your cause. (Write-in.)
"Hey, wanna kick the samurai from earliers ass? I bet you're itching to fight him since you never really got to do that."

>>3780064

I’m seconding this
>>3780413

>>3780413
>>3780643
Roll 1d100, bo3!

Rolled 33 (1d100)

>>3780681

Rolled 20 (1d100)

>>3780681

Rolled 98 (1d100)

>>3780681

>>3780825
OOF

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>>3780695
>>3780713
>>3780825
OOF! Right in the plot!

Writing...

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>98!

You decide to try developing a cure for an affliction that you've never encountered with mystical properties. No pressure.

You ask for Trixy’s help in scanning and locating trace amounts of the powder in the alleyway. Lucky for you, some of it had stuck to the wall with little to no contamination. You gather as much as you can into a container and sling Red over your shoulder for the time being. You need to make use of the precious little time that you have left.

[Wade]: I’m going to require a lab of some sort.

[Max]: I’ve got you covered son, I just hope you know what you’re doing.

[Wade]: Yeah, me too. Hey Mr. Panda, where can we find the samurai?

His swollen face twists into one of shock upon being asked politely, rather than interrogated.

[Shen]: Uh...if you free my arm, then I can write it down for you. I’m always so terrible with directions.

Wendy cuts his arm loose with a plasma cutter and hands him something to write with, while keeping a close eye on him in case he tried something funny. His intentions seem genuine enough, and he doesn’t really have any reason to trick you. His boss wants you to come find him, and you’ll do exactly that, on your own terms of course.

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Once you finish grilling the panda for information, you follow Max to wherever he’s trying to take you. You’ve been attracting quite a bit of attention by lugging Red around, but that’s about all you attract. The authorities in this town almost seem non-existent when compared to the gang activity.

[Red X]: Where are you taking me?

He starts to squirm and struggle a bit. The gas must be wearing off. Maybe you can try persuading him to join you before he causes anymore trouble.

[Wade]: We’re going to kick the Samurai’s ass! I know you must be itching to fight him since we didn’t get to last time.

He becomes silent, and carefully considers your words. That’s a first.

[Red X]: That’s probably the coolest thing that’s come out of your mouth all night! Alright, I’ll fight him, but I better get that rematch with you later. And those drinks!

It seems that he hasn’t forgotten about your offer from before. But you never said that you’d get the drinks while you were still divided…

[Wade]: You’ve got a deal, buddy!

After several minutes, Max leads you to a deserted lot, where he’s parked a rusted old vehicle that shouldn’t exist this far into the future. He must’ve worked really hard to maintain this thing after all these years. In fact, it almost looks like...no way!

[Wade]: The Rust Bucket! You still have it?!

[Max]: It’s the closest thing to a home I have these days. Couldn’t take it up to the forest though, so I carry Slate around as an “All-terrain alternative”.

A wide grin spreads across Max’s face as he opens the door to let you inside. It hasn’t changed a bit…

(Cont.)

[Max]: The lab is in the kitchen. I’ll get you whatever you need.

[Wendy]: And I’ll watch crazy-ass.

Wendy takes Red from you and throws him in the corner of the living room as if he were a piece of luggage.

[Red X]: Hey, easy!

Now that you’ve got everything that need, you transform into Grey Matter and get to work right away.

The process of identifying the substance wasn’t too difficult, but synthesizing a cure? Now that will be tricky…

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After a few involuntary samples from your counterpart and your sister, you compare the changes that were made to their DNA, and craft a powder-like substance that’s somewhat similar to what affected you. You really hope this works, because you might not get a second chance.

You cancel your transformation and approach your counterpart, whilst holding the synthesized formula.

[Red X]: Is that what I think it is?

[Wade]: I’m afraid so.

He suddenly falls silent, and you feel an immeasurable amount of pity for your counterpart.

[Red X]: I don’t wanna go, man. I like it out here.

[Wade]: You know we can’t stay like this. If we do, then we’ll both die.

[Red X]: ...I’m not getting that rematch, am I?

You open the container and remove both of your masks, but Red doesn’t seem to resist this time. It looks like he’s accepted his fate.

[Red X]: Hey, it was fun while it lasted, right? Would’ve been nice to get those drinks though…

You can tell that he’s feeling conflicted, but he’s also smart enough to know that this is the right course of action.

You release the powder into the air, and breathe in deeply along with your counterpart. After a mildly uncomfortable tingling sensation, you break out into a coughing fit and collapse onto the floor. You really hope this works…

[Wade]: Did it work?

You look at your hands and see that they’ve returned to their normal color. You’re back to normal! You can’t believe that worked!

[Wendy]: Yup. You’re back to being purple. Congratulations.

[Max]: So, now we have the Samurai’s location. What now?

>”We ambush him and take him down once and for all.”
>”We keep moving and make some distance between us.”
>”What do you guys think we should do?”
>Write-in.

>>3781097
>>”We keep moving and make some distance between us.”
>"We can also put up some traps for him along the way."

>>3781097
>>”We keep moving and make some distance between us.”
>"We can also put up some traps for him along the way."

[Wade]: We keep moving and put some distance between us. Maybe set up some traps for them along the way?

Max rubs his chin for a moment, before snapping his fingers and rummaging through a kitchen cabinet.

[Max]: I think I have just the thing.

Turns out, Max had a whole stash of DNA samples from his brothers stored in the RV. He says that they can throw off biometric scanners by making them pick up the wrong signals. He and Wendy also managed to scrounge up some scrap and craft a few bombs. They should serve as a nice surprise for the Samurai and his Oni when they come looking for you.

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While you wait for Max and Wendy to finish setting the bombs, you cycle through your aliens to make sure that you have them all back. It doesn't look like any of them are missing.

Soon after, your friends enter the RV, pushing past the squeaky metal door and dropping a heavy gym bag on the floor.

[Max]: That should keep them off our tails for a while.

Max eases into the driver’s seat and starts up the Rust Bucket. The engine still purrs like a jaguar with throat cancer. You really miss that sound...

[Wade]: So, where are we headed?

[Max]: Back to Anaris’ base. It’s too dangerous to cut through the forest with the Oni on our tail. As much as I hate to say it, we’re gonna have to take a detour to the Valley of the Foot.

Why does everybody hate that place so much? Is there really a giant foot there?

[Wendy]: Guess we have no choice, huh?

You and Wendy take a seat in the living room, and you can’t help but feel as if you’ve traveled back in time again. The peeling leather on these seats shouldn’t feel as cozy as they do, and the musty smell in the ventilation system shouldn’t ease your nerves, but they do. The Rust Bucket...it feels like home. And it feels like it’s been forever since you’ve been back home.

You miss your friends and family. You miss Olivia’s goofy personality, and Kevin’s abrasive behavior. You miss Grandpa’s terrible singing and his outdated metaphors. You miss K8-E, and the way she held you close after a long night of patrolling the streets. You miss so many things about her. You never thought you could miss Bellwood this much.

[Wendy]: Hey, you okay? You’re not gonna pass out on me again, are you?

She tries to pass it off as a joke, but you can tell that she’s genuinely worried. One thing that you’ve learned after befriending your own clone, is that you start to learn your own unconscious tendencies and nervous ticks.

>”Not this time. Just a little homesick. And...a little nostalgic.”
>”If anyone should be getting some sleep, it’s you. You’ve had it rough since I’ve been gone.”
>”I’m not going anywhere. I promised, didn’t I?”
>”How’re you holding up? Still worried about Rex?”
>”Why didn’t you ever let me know that you were safe on Earth for half a year?”
>”I’m fine. I’m gonna go talk to Max for a bit.”
>"Have you heard anything from Paradox since he dropped us here?"
>Write-in.

>>3781846
>>”Not this time. Just a little homesick. And...a little nostalgic.”
>”If anyone should be getting some sleep, it’s you. You’ve had it rough since I’ve been gone.”

>>3781846
>>>”Not this time. Just a little homesick. And...a little nostalgic.”
>>”If anyone should be getting some sleep, it’s you. You’ve had it rough since I’ve been gone.”

>>3781846
>>”Not this time. Just a little homesick. And...a little nostalgic.”
>”If anyone should be getting some sleep, it’s you. You’ve had it rough since I’ve been gone.”

[Wade]: Not this time. Just a little homesick. And...a little nostalgic.

Your sister takes a moment to examine her surroundings with a little less skepticism and disgust this time.

[Wendy]: Oh yeah. You used to ride around in this crap-wagon, right? Back when we were trying to kill each other.

[Wade]: Actually, that was just you trying to kill me. I still thought you were redeemable.

[Wendy]: See, now you're just trying to make me feel bad.

[Wade]: Is it working?

[Wendy]: Hell no.

She tries to crack a smug grin, but fails to do so as she barely manages to stifle a yawn.

[Wade]: If anyone should be getting some sleep, it's you. You've had it rough since I've been gone.

[Wendy]: If I laid down on one of these couches, then I guarantee you that I’d wake up with like 20 different future viruses. Thanks, but no thanks.

She’s got a point. These couches look like they haven’t been cleaned in ages.

[Max]: I've got a bed in the back of you want to lie down for a few.

Sounds like Max overheard you from the front of the RV. The two of you weren’t exactly whispering anyways

[Wendy]: Is it clean?

[Max]: It’s clean enough.

Max answers firmly, with a twinge of annoyance in his voice.

[Wendy]: Ugh, I bet it smells like old man. But, I guess it's the best I'm gonna get out here in the middle of nowhere. See ya in five, bro.

She lets out a monstrous yawn as she walks towards the back of the RV. You’d get some sleep yourself, but you’re feeling quite restless at the moment. It’s gonna be a while before you make it to the valley. What do you do with your free time?

(You may choose up to 3 options.)

>Mess with the Omnitrix.
>Chat with Max for a bit.
>"Daydream" for a little while.
>Chat with Trixy.
>Chat with...Cree?!
>Further examine the “magic powder” that you miraculously crafted.
>Check on Z’Skayr.
>Reconfigure your Quicklist.
>Try to make something with the spare scrap from Max’s bag.
>Write-in.

>>3783597
>Check on Z’Skayr.
>Chat with Max for a bit.
>"Daydream" for a little while.

>>3783815
support

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It’s been a long time since you’ve checked on Z’Skayr. Maybe you should pay him a visit.

[Wade]: Hey Trixy, can you patch me in to Z’Skayr?

[Trixy]: The Ectonurite? I suppose that would be possible. Initiating DNA interface.

You slowly close your eyes and try to resist the urge to throw up, as you’re hurtled down into the very same empty abyss that you visited a year ago. You thought it’d feel a little less disorienting since you were anticipating it, but you were wrong. Oh, you were so wrong…

Eventually, your rapid descent slows to a gentle hover over the reflective surface that you assume is the floor. And a feeling that you can only describe as an unusual “itch in the back of your head” alerts you to Z’Skayr’s arrival.

You turn your head to face him, and he’s just as terrifying as before. But at least you know he’s a decent guy underneath that horrifying visage of his.

[Z’Skayr]: Wade Wakeman. What a pleasant surprise…

He doesn’t sound too pleased to see you with that raspy voice of his, but that might just be what he always sounds like. You can’t even tell if he’s properly smiling or not, since he doesn’t really have lips.

Your mouth has just started to form out of the ink-like shadow that engulfs your body. At least now, you can speak.

>”Hey Z, how’ve you been?”
>”Do you feel any different now that you’re cured?”
>”Sorry to keep you trapped in the watch. I’d get you out if I knew how.”
>”Can’t we go somewhere less...drab and gloomy?”
>”Is this really what the inside of the Omnitrix looks like? I always imagined it would be more ‘Tron’ esque.”
>”By any chance, would you happen to recall any inconsistencies in our timeline?”
>”Are you always conscious in here? Because that sounds incredibly sad and boring.”
>"I think our first 'test drive' with the new and improved Ghostfreak went well, don't you?"
>Write-in.

>>3784734
>>”Hey Z, how’ve you been?”
>>”Do you feel any different now that you’re cured?”
>>”Are you always conscious in here? Because that sounds incredibly sad and boring.”
>>”Sorry to keep you trapped in the watch. I’d get you out if I knew how.”
>>”Can’t we go somewhere less...drab and gloomy?”
>>”Is this really what the inside of the Omnitrix looks like? I always imagined it would be more ‘Tron’ esque.”
>>”By any chance, would you happen to recall any inconsistencies in our timeline?”

>>3784734
>”Hey how’ve you been?”
>”Do you feel any different now that you’re cured?”
>”Sorry to keep you trapped in the watch. I’d get you out if I knew how.”
>”Are you always conscious in here? Because that sounds incredibly sad and boring.”

>>3784734
>>”Hey how’ve you been?”
>>”Do you feel any different now that you’re cured?”
>>”Sorry to keep you trapped in the watch. I’d get you out if I knew how.”
>>”Are you always conscious in here? Because that sounds incredibly sad and boring.”
>”By any chance, would you happen to recall any inconsistencies in our timeline?”

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[Wade]: Hey, how’ve you been?

Your ghastly companion floats around your suspended body, whilst examining you with his single eye.

[Z’Skayr]: Oh, you know me. Same old, same old.

He gets awfully close for that last part. So much so that you can feel his cold breath.

[Wade]: Do you feel any different now that you’ve been cured?

Z’Skayr clutches his head and lets out a groan of some sort.

[Z’Skayr]: Ah, yes! Where are my manners?

He hovers at a lower elevation, as if he were prostrating himself before you.

[Z’Skayr]: Thank you for your efforts in creating a cure for me and my species. It is as if a fog has been lifted from my mind. A fog that compelled me to tear you limb from limb. For once, I am at peace.

[Wade]: Glad to hear that you’re doing better these days. And you don't have to be so formal with me.

He curtly nods and looks up at the glimmering from which you arrived.

[Z’Skayr]: If it were possible, I’d consider returning to my old lab to continue my research. But...there is only so much that a man can wish for without becoming ungrateful for what he already has...

Z’Skayr lowers his head for a moment, seemingly ashamed of harboring “selfish” desires.

[Wade]: Don’t worry. I’ll find a way to get you out of here someday. Azmuth might be able to help too!

Z’Skayr lets out a dry chuckle, seeming somewhat amused by your resolution.

[Z’Skayr]: I’m afraid that it would be quite impossible to subvert an Ectonurite’s biology, but you are quite welcome to try. It wouldn’t be the first time that you’ve surprised me…

His words sound malicious at first, but you are starting to believe that Z’Skayr’s disposition is slowly becoming more “cheerful”. It’s a little hard for you to read his expressions, but you’ll just have to get used to it.

After a while, you start paying a bit more attention to your surroundings. Aside from Z’Skayr’s presence, there really doesn’t seem to be anything to interact with in this abyss.

[Wade]: So...are you always conscious in here? Because that sounds incredibly sad and boring.

Z’Skayr lets out a long sigh before pulling back his hood, revealing his bony, protruding spine to you.

[Z’Skayr]: Yes, this is where I reside. Your A.I. was kind enough to provide me with a dark and secluded area to meditate in.

[Wade]: So you actually like being in here?

[Z’Skayr]: I thrive in the darkness, child. It is my home. Or at least close enough for me to feel some level of comfort. When things become dull and uninteresting, I request Trixy to create a simulation. Would you like to see one?

[Wade]: Sure!

You had no idea that Trixy does stuff like this for your aliens. But you guess that there aren’t many in your library that are conscious like Z’Skayr. At least you don’t think so...

[Z’Skayr]: Hm. Very well. Trixy, please take me to Anur Transyl.

[Trixy]: Understood. Loading transmission.

(Cont.)

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Suddenly, the ink-like substance around you twists and bends, stretching across the endless expanse and converting itself into pure, radiant light. After a brief flash, your surroundings shift into that of an alien planet, unfamiliar to you. You see alien creatures greatly resembling Dr. Viktor and Snare-Oh walking among each other in harmony. You had no idea that such a place existed!

[Wade]: This place is so cool! Is this your home?

[Z’Skayr]: No. That would be Anur Phaetos…

He dons his cowl once more and grips the edges tightly, as if recalling some terrible memory.

[Z’Skayr]: It would be best to avoid it altogether, if possible.

[Wade]: Gotcha.

The two of you sit in silence for a few minutes, taking in the diverse culture and beauty of Anur Transyl. It’s a little more difficult for you, because some of these guys look absolutely terrifying, but you try to appreciate it nonetheless. To these guys, ugliness is seen as beauty. That’s kinda poetic in a way.

[Wade]: Hey Z’Skayr, you wouldn’t happen to any inconsistencies in our timeline, would you?

He turns to face you, with a confused expression.

[Z’Skayr]: When you transformed into an Ectonurite, my memories and thoughts merged with yours. During that brief period, I caught a glimpse of something quite...unusual.

[Wade]: Oh yeah? Like what?

[Z’Skayr]: Your memories and experiences are conflicting with one another. You recall events that have never occurred with absolute clarity. It is...quite the conundrum.

[Wade]: Wait, so you believe me?!

[Z’Skayr]: I have no choice but to believe you. If your mind were playing tricks on you, then I would know.

This is crazy! He’s the first person to take you seriously about this whole timeline nonsense.

[Wade]: So, what should I do?

[Z’Skayr]: Be very careful, and trust your instincts. That is all you can do.

Just as you’re about to respond, the world around you begins to fade and dissipate.

[Z’Skayr]: Ah. It would appear that our time is up. Do take care of yourself, Wade Wakeman. This was...quite pleasant.

Suddenly, your consciousness is whisked away from Anur Transyl, and catapulted back into your body. Ugh, you’ll never get used to that feeling. Like you’ve been strapped to a comet and flung around the Solar System...

[Trixy]: I hope that you did not mind my interruption. It was necessary for me to terminate the transmission for your safety.

Then why does it make you feel like you're gonna cough up a kidney?

[Wade]: Sure, no problem. I’m just...gonna go check on Max for a bit...

(Cont.)

You stagger over to the front of the RV while you un-equip your suit with a mental command. It’s been a while since you’ve taken it off. Things have been so crazy lately, so you kinda forgot that you even had it on in the first place.

You push a pair of curtains aside and dump your aching body into the passenger’s seat next to Max. His eyes flicker over to you for a moment, and then back to the road.

>”What can you tell me about this Anaris guy?”
>”So, Iden raised you? What was it like to have her as a Mom?”
>”Okay, I’ve gotta ask. What’s up with the Kangaroo Kommando outfit?”
>”Can you tell me a bit more about the Clone Wars?”
>”Out of all the Max’s out there, how’d you end up with the Rust Bucket?”
>”Have you ever actually fought Aku, or seen him in real life?"
>"Are there any other psychos or bounty hunters that I should be worried about while I'm here?"
>"It's kinda weird sitting next to you like this. You're a legend back in my timeline. My Grandpa could never shut up about you."
>Write-in.

>>3786791
>”What can you tell me about this Anaris guy?”
>”So, Iden raised you? What was it like to have her as a Mom?”
>”Okay, I’ve gotta ask. What’s up with the Kangaroo Kommando outfit?”
> “now, for the most important question! During The Clone Wars, were there lightsabers and laser rifles?”

>>3786791
>>”What can you tell me about this Anaris guy?”
>>”So, Iden raised you? What was it like to have her as a Mom?”
>>”Okay, I’ve gotta ask. What’s up with the Kangaroo Kommando outfit?”
>"Are there any other psychos or bounty hunters that I should be worried about while I'm here?"
>> “now, for the most important question! During The Clone Wars, were there lightsabers and laser rifles?”

>>3787176

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>>3787053
>>3787176
>>3787827
Writing...alot...

[Wade]: So, what can you tell me about this Anaris guy?

[Max]: He’s strong, noble and the wisest man I’ve ever had the privilege of knowing. He and the Doc told me that they were both born before Aku had showed up on Earth.

You had no idea he was that old. If that’s the case, then you might have met this guy at some point.

[Max]: Anaris is our trump card if Aku ever manages to wipe out our army. I don't even think the Samurai can kill him in a fair fight. But there’s no way that he can defeat Aku on his own. We’ve yet to find anything that can remotely hurt the bastard.

[Wade]: If everything goes right, then we’ll find the sword we’re looking for, and use it to kill Aku.

[Max]: That’s a pretty big “if”. Nothing ever goes as planned when the Universe is at stake.

It’d probably be ideal to avoid encountering Aku before you can find the sword. If you can’t hurt him, then you have no chance of winning.

[Wade]: So, Iden raised you? What was she like as a Mom?

Max grits his teeth and tenses up ever so slightly at the mention of Iden’s name.

[Max]: Cold, distant and confusing. I rarely ever saw her in person, but my earliest memory of the doc would have to be the time she waved in my general direction whilst reviewing my growth process. But, that’s what you get when you’re being raised in a cloning facility. We got a bit closer once I fully matured, though.

You remember the doctor being a bit more jovial when you knew her. But she did have a bit of a dark side that she rarely liked to show.

[Max]: I was much closer to my brothers than I was the doctor. I was the runt of the litter, so the boys in my squad raised me as soon as I could waddle out of my growth tank.

[Wade]: Maybe I can meet them when we get to the base.

[Max]: Can’t. They’re gone.

[Wade]: You mean…

[Max]: Yeah.

[Wade] Oh. I’m sorry...

It gets uncomfortably silent for a minute as you think about where to take conversation from here. He isn’t contributing much, so you often find yourself desperately searching for a topic to introduce.

[Wade]: So, I gotta ask. What’s up with the Kangaroo Kommando outfit?

For once, he cracks a genuine smile and removes his mask.

[Max]: He was my hero when I was younger. A long time ago, my brothers showed me a comic book that they’d been hiding under their bunk beds. Kangaroo Kommando #1, mint condition.

[Wade]: No way! How'd you get your hands on that?! It’s gotta be worth over a thousand dollars by now!

[Max]: No idea. It shouldn’t have survived over the years, but it did for some reason. It inspired me and my brothers to try to be heroes, just like the Kommando. We believed in our cause more strongly than any other grunt in the mess hall, and we were eager to prove it. Earned every medal, broke every record and made sure Anaris knew that were his best and brightest.

(Cont.)

Maybe he’s trying to emulate his hero by dressing like him. Does it give him courage or affect his mental state somehow? Either way, you can understand the need for a costume when you’re in this line of work.

[Wade]: So, what happened?

His smile disappears and his gaze returns to the road ahead.

[Max]: We got what we wanted. Our chance to become heroes had finally arrived. Anaris had assigned us to partake in our most dangerous operation yet. Our objective was to kill Demongo, Aku’s most powerful servant. Long story short, it didn’t go well and my brothers were murdered as I ran with my tail between my legs.

Sounds like he’s got survivor’s guilt. Grandpa told you that he went through the same when he lost his Max.

[Wade]: You can’t blame yourself for that. If you stayed, you would’ve just died alongside them.

[Max]: Yeah, I know. Can’t help that my mind always goes back to that one moment, though. I just wish I could’ve done something other than think about myself when my brothers were fighting for their lives.

His hands slam onto the wheel as he becomes increasingly frustrated with himself.

[Wade]: Everything always looks better in hindsight. Besides, I’m pretty sure that they wanted you to get away. That’s probably why they were fighting so hard back then.

He goes silent for a minute, and you see him carefully mulling over the weight behind your words.

[Max]: I guess I never thought of it like that. I had always thought that we all wanted the same thing. To kill Aku and retake the Earth.

[Wade]: That might be true. But, people’s goals and perspectives tend to change when their lives are at risk. I’m guessing, in that one moment, all they wanted was to save the “runt” and make sure he got out alive.

The tension that he held for so long begins to leave his body, and he exhales deeply.

[Max]: Yeah...yeah that makes sense, actually. Thanks, kid.

You think you might have greatly improved his mood.

[Wade]: Now, for the most important question. During the Clone Wars, were there and lightsabers and laser rifles?

You imitate the action of swinging a lightsaber, as well as the sound effects associated with it. Although, this somehow manages to bring a smile to Max’s face.

[Max]: Ugh, don’t remind me. One of the lab boys tried to make one of those, and all it did was roast him alive as soon as he turned it on. And when they weren’t roasting people, they were blowing up everywhere.

Holy shit! You weren’t actually expecting to get a real answer!

[Wade]: Did you ever use one?!

[Max]: Oh yeah. We used ‘em all the time. As grenades.

[Wade]: Grenades?

[Max]: Yup. The crystals used in their construction were highly unstable, making them 75% more likely to blow up in your face. So, we just started chucking them across the battlefield to get rid of them. Worked pretty well too.

(Cont.)

Max suddenly breaks out into a laughing fit upon recalling his past escapades.

[Max]: Oh man, I gotta tell you about this one time when we tricked Aku’s minions into raiding a weapon’s cache full of the blasted things.

You spend the next few minutes asking Max about his daring adventures and close brushes with death. He’s actually a pretty cool guy once you got to know him.

[Wade]: Oh, one last question. Are there any other bounty hunters or psychos that I should be worried about while I’m here?

[Max]: Hmm, I suppose there are a few. I’ve been hearing rumors of a shadowy figure that’s been assassinating important political figures. My sources are telling me that he’s employed Aku, along with four bounty hunters that have been conducting highly coordinated attacks against wanted criminals.

[Wade]: Well, that’s not so bad.

[Max]: I wasn’t finished. None of those guys even compare to “The Beast”.

[Wade]: Sounds pretty cliche, but okay. What is it?

[Max]: No one knows. It shows up randomly and wreaks havoc on the surrounding area, kills a few people, and leaves without a trace. I’ve only encountered it once, and it soaked up everything we threw at it, without so much as a scratch. He was about the height of two men, and had arms the size of tree trunks. Thing still gives me nightmares...

[Wade]: How’d you manage to get away?

[Max]: It froze up when it saw my face, and then it jumped away. Guess it just lost interest.

Max shrugs his shoulders and scratches his head. Must be a mystery to him too. You’ll have to watch out for whatever this “Beast” is.

After you’re done talking to Max, you walk back to the living room to rest for a little while. Your body is feeling a bit sluggish after all of that. Maybe Wendy was right about you needing sleep. You’ll just...rest your eyes for a moment and…

What are you doing?

>Helping Phil and Kirby fix up the Rust Bucket.
>Fixing K8-E’s super suit that she got from Azmuth.
>Visiting D’Traxus in his cell.
>Helping Koba and his team with a little covert mission.
>Write-in.(Within reason, of course.)

>>3788645
>>Helping Phil and Kirby fix up the Rust Bucket.

>>3788645
>>Fixing K8-E’s super suit that she got from Azmuth.

>>3788645
>Helping Phil and Kirby fix up the Rust Bucket.

>>3788645
>>Helping Phil and Kirby fix up the Rust Bucket.

>>3788904
>>3792674
>>3793637
Writing...

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Long ago, in a distant past: Bellwood, Several months before Aku’s attack…


[Phil]: Hand me the adjustable.

You reach into Grandpa’s tool kit and hand the adjustable wrench over to him, while holding the flashlight over the exposed engine. You’ve gotta admit, you thought this would be more of a hands on experience when Grandpa asked for your help. But so far, all you’ve learned is how to hold a flashlight and get yelled at.

[Wade]: You know, I could always turn into Upgrade and finish this up a lot quicker.

He looks back at you, seemingly offended by your suggestion.

[Phil]: Now, where would be the fun in that? This is the age-old bonding ritual of Grandpa’s and Grandsons.

He smiles warmly and places a hand on your shoulder.

[Phil]: Besides, you’re a smart kid. You don’t need to transform into an alien to fix up the RV. Your old man here’s gonna teach you how it’s done.

It’s been a while since you’ve spent any quality time with Grandpa, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss him. His new job as Magister, along with the councilmen trial, has been keeping him real busy off-world. He must've went through a lot of effort to get this time off to spend with you.

[Wade]: Alright, fine. Let me take a crack at it.

[Phil]: Attaboy!

He slaps his calloused hand onto your back, causing to sting a little. You lean down to take a closer look at the engine, and you’re starting to really see how many alien parts are being used in this vehicle. Kinda reminds you of Kevin’s, but more advanced somehow. But it’s a bit difficult to see down here.

You stand upright once more, and hand the flashlight to Grandpa with a smug grin.

[Wade]: Your turn.

He raises an eyebrow and chuckles to himself, as he grabs the flashlight and shines it at the engine. The heat this thing is giving off is insane. Is it supposed to be this hot? It’s making you a little dizzy. Where’s Kirby with those drinks?

[Phil]: So, your Mother told me that you were moving out soon. She’s been going crazy ever since you broke the news to her.

[Wade]: Good crazy?

You reach your hand out, and Phil hands you the adjustable and a pair of pliers.

[Phil]: Nah, I mean batshit crazy. She’s having a hard time accepting that her baby boy is finally flying the coop.

You had a feeling he’d bring this up.

>”She somehow had an easier time accepting that I was a weaponized clone and the wielder of the Omnitrix.”
>”It’s nothing personal to Mom or Dad, but I figured I could spread my wings a bit since this Plumber job pays pretty well. I thought she’d be happy for me.”
>”Mom walking in on me and K8-E was the straw that broke the camel’s back. A little privacy would be a nice change of pace.”
>”I’ve saved the universe and fought crime all over the galaxy in the past few months without hearing so much as a single complaint from her. What’s she so scared of?”
>”Please tell me that you didn’t invite me out here to lecture me.”
>”How’s the Magister job, going?”
>Write-in.

>>3794169
>>”It’s nothing personal to Mom or Dad, but I figured I could spread my wings a bit since this Plumber job pays pretty well. I thought she’d be happy for me.”
>”She somehow had an easier time accepting that I was a weaponized clone and the wielder of the Omnitrix.”
>”Please tell me that you didn’t invite me out here to lecture me.”

Completely unrelated to women going crazy, I wonder how future-Veronda handled Wade not existing on the date of his 18th birthday. I imagine she took it pretty well.

>>3794169
>”How’s the Magister job, going?”

>>3794169
>>”It’s nothing personal to Mom or Dad, but I figured I could spread my wings a bit since this Plumber job pays pretty well. I thought she’d be happy for me.”
>”She somehow had an easier time accepting that I was a weaponized clone and the wielder of the Omnitrix.”
>”How’s the Magister job, going?”

[Wade]: It’s nothing personal to Mom or Dad, but I figured I could spread my wings a bit since this Plumber job pays pretty well. I thought she’d be happy for me.

[Phil]: She is happy for you, son. But you know how mothers can get. They freak out when their kid wants to move out and take care of themselves.

[Wade]: She somehow had an easier time accepting that I was a weaponized clone and the wielder of the Omnitrix.

Grandpa scratches his head and sighs deeply.

[Phil]: Well to be fair, she had alot of time to process the clone part, and she’d known about aliens ever since she was 13 years old.

[Wade]: Wait, really?

That explains why she wasn’t fazed by the alien’s integration into human society.

[Phil]: Yeah, it was a camping accident. Ask her about it when you get home. Maybe consider sitting her down and explaining your plans after moving out while you’re at it?

Okay, now you see where this is going. Grandpa didn’t want the two of you to start fighting over a simple misunderstanding.

[Wade]: Sure, I’ll do that. How’s the Magister job going, by the way?

[Phil]: If I’m being honest, it’s a bitch and a half. I don’t know how Koba dealt with all this crap for so long. I’m up to my neck in paperwork, and this council case is gonna drag on until I’m in adult diapers.

[Wade]: Gross.

You peek your head out of the RV’s engine compartment, and use a rag to wipe the sweat from your face.

[Phil]: But I gotta say, it’s sure does beat being a Rooter. I don’t think I could show my face to my grandkids if I went around doing Servantis’ dirty work.

You notice that his head sinks a little lower when he mentions being a Rooter. He's still beating himself up about that? If he hadn't gotten involved with the Rooters, then you wouldn't even be here right now.

You walk over to Phil, and give his shoulder a hard slap to snap him out of his funk.

[Wade]: Hey, that’s all in the past. You chose to do the right thing in the end, and that’s all that matters.

He smiles back at you, before pulling you into one of his classic noogies. His calloused knuckles still hurt just as bad as they did when you were younger.

[Phil]: Aw, you always know how to cheer me up, you little smart-ass!

(Cont.)

[Kirby]: Sorry for the wait! Had to try 4 different stores for this stupid alien beer.

Kirby flies over to the Rust Bucket while riding a platform made of mana. Upon landing, he nearly drops the drinks he took so long to procure.

[Phil]: Careful now. We’ll die of thirst if we have to wait for you to make a second trip.

[Kirby]: Yeah yeah, I got it.

He hands a bottle to Phil, but the immediate look of displeasure on his face leads you to believe that these drinks aren’t exactly ice cold anymore. Especially not in this heat...

[Phil]: And how exactly are we supposed to drink room temperature beer?

[Kirby]: Aw, don’t get your panties in a bunch. You’re talking to a resident magician here. I’ll take care of it.

He snatches the bottle out of his hand, brings the rest of them to the cooler and places them inside. With a few simple hand gestures and a spell he mutters under his breath, a faint blue aura envelops the cooler, freezing the grass underneath.

When he opens the cooler again, a wave of cool smoke comes rushing out and immediately lowers the temperature in the surrounding area.

[Kirby]: Tad-ah!

Kirby gives a very half-hearted bow and you give him a sarcastic round of applause in response.

[Phil]: Nice party trick.

Phil is clearly impressed by Kirby’s trick, but Kirby doesn’t seem satisfied by how small his reaction was. You all grab a couple of drinks and take a seat underneath a shady tree nearby. Both the ground and the bottle is cool to the touch. A welcome change from the sweltering heat in the engine compartment.

[Kirby]: So kid, you think about continuing your magic training someday? Me and the wife can teach you more than just parlor tricks. Your cousin’s already passed you up in her training.

>”Nah, I think I’m good where I’m at.”
>’I think I might just take you up on that offer.”
>”Can you give me a bit more time to think about it?”
>”Me and magic don’t exactly agree with each other right now.”
>”How is your wife, by the way?”
>”Shouldn’t you be more worried about where you’ll be living from now on?”
>Write-in.

>>3796310
>’I think I might just take you up on that offer.”
>”How is your wife, by the way?”

>>3796310
>"I think I might be cursed whenever magic is involved, not 100% sure honestly though."
>”How is your wife, by the way?”
>”Shouldn’t you be more worried about where you’ll be living from now on?”

>>3796599
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>>3796329
support

Votes have been tied for a while now. Would you guys like for me to roll for the result?

>>3803013
fine by me

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>3796329
>>3796599
>>3797499
>>3797830
Rolling for result, and writing...

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[Wade]: I dunno. I think I might be cursed or something. Whenever I try to use magic these days, something goes wrong or I end up screwing things up.

Kirby laughs and takes a swig of his drink.

[Kirby]: C’mon kid, you’re not cursed. I’d smell it on you if you were.

You have no idea what he’s talking about, but you decide not to question him about it.

[Kirby]: You know what I think? I think you’re just in a funk right now. Happens to the best of us.

[Wade]: A funk, huh? How do you suggest I push past it?

[Kirby]: Try not to get too fixated on it. It’s all in your head, you see.

All in your head? You’re pretty sure you heard a voice in your head before this whole “Magic slump” began. Sounds a little supernatural to you.

[Kirby]: You’ve gotta shake things up a little and flex those magic muscles every now and then! Don’t you think so, Phil?

Grandpa leans back in his lawn chair and swishes around the liquid in his bottle.

[Phil]: Well, I guess it couldn’t hurt to have another tool in your kit.

[Wade]: Hmm, I’ll think about it. By the way, how’s your wife doing?

[Hope]: She’s doing just fine!

You nearly jump out of your shirt when Kirby’s wife pops out from behind the tree you were leaning against. Has she been here the entire time?

[Kirby]: Honey, you made it!

Kirby pulls her close and the two of them rub noses rub noses affectionately. They act just like newly weds...

[Hope]: Of course I did. It’s not everyday that I get to take a break from watching over the Sanctuary.

[Wade]: Been a while since I’ve seen you out of the bag. You look good.

Hope glances over to you with a perplexed expression on her face. She squints her eyes and you notice a bright magenta flash enveloping them for a brief moment. Before you can comment on her strange behavior, she breaks away from Kirby to get a closer look at you.

[Wade]: Uhh, everything okay?

[Hope]: I’m not sure. The way the mana field flows around you...it’s certainly interesting…

She proceeds to continue her examination by walking circles around you and waving her hands near your body.

So there is something weird going on! You knew it!

[Phil]: Did you, uh, want something to drink?

Hope pauses to look back at Phil, and suddenly becomes aware that her actions might have seemed rude and abrupt.

[Hope]: Yes, forgive me. I will have what my lover is having.

[Phil]: Good, cuz that’s all we’ve got.

Grandpa leads Hope to the cooler, leaving you and Kirby alone underneath the tree.

(Cont.)

[Kirby]: So, how’s life treating you? I heard “X” has been stomping the crap out of crime in Bellwood.

[Wade]: That he has. Other than that, it’s been pretty good. I’ll be graduating soon, and I’m preparing to move into my own place with K8-E.

[Kirby]: No kidding? That’s great! You’re becoming a man now, huh? Guess you won’t be needing a mentor soon…

You sense a hint of sadness in Kirby’s voice for a moment. He was only brought here to teach you how to use the Omnitrix, but you’ve pretty much figured out how to operate it on your own. Technically, his job should be done, but Paradox hasn’t shown up to pick him up. Maybe Paradox has other plans for him?

[Wade]: Shouldn’t you be more worried about where you’ll be living from now on?

[Kirby]: Oh, don’t worry about me. I’ll get by, somehow. Wherever there’s an empty park bench on a warm summer night, I’ll be there.

Well, at least he’s being optimistic.

[Phil]: Or, you could just sleep in the Rust Bucket.

Phil and Hope return without either of you noticing.

[Kirby]: I guess I could crash with you every now and again, sure.

[Phil]: Actually, I’m gonna be off-planet for a while, and I was hoping you could look after her for me.

[Kirby]: Wha-

Kirby gets so flustered that he nearly spills his drink on himself.

[Kirby]: Y-you’re giving me the Rust Bucket?

[Phil]: Yep.

[Kirby]: Just like that? No muss, no fuss, and no punches thrown?

[Phil]: Just like that.

The contrast between Kirby’s confused expression and Phil’s warm smile is pretty entertaining.

[Kirby]: But, why? I thought Max wanted you to have it?

[Phil]: So did I. But, I did some thinking, and I think Max would’ve wanted his grandson to have it.

A pair of keys dangle from Phil’s hands and Kirby’s eyes naturally drift towards them.

[Kirby]: I don’t…

[Phil]: Go on. Take ‘em.

Phil jingles the keys, before dropping them into Kirby’s open hands. Kirby holds them close, making it seems as if the keys were much heavier than they looked.

[Kirby]: Thanks, I’ll take care of her.

The two of them shake hands and you turn to see Hope crying tears of joy beside you.

[Wade]: You okay?

[Hope]: I can’t believe my husband owns a home now. And it’s even got wheels!

She begins to cry hysterically and uncontrollably, so you do your best to console her.

You’re not sure what Kirby and Hope plan to do from now on, but you definitely know that their Summer Vacation is about to get much more interesting.

(Cont.)

You seem to be waking up from your Daydream, but something feels...different. Your surroundings are dark, and the floor beneath your feet feels solid. Yet, you can still feel the hum of an engine. It’s faint, but you can definitely sense it’s presence. Are you on a ship?

[???]: Ah, you’re finally here. I’ve been waiting to meet you for a long time, Wade.

There’s a voice that penetrates the darkness. It’s cold and mechanical. He’s obviously using a voice synthesizer of some sort. As he speaks, your surroundings are lit up by artificial lights installed into the ship. Is this another “daydream”?

>”Enough with the mystery and suspense. Who are you?”
>”You’ll have to get in line, then.”
>Slowly reach for your Omnitrix and select an alien. (Which one?)
>”Hate to break it to you pal, but I’m not in the mood to listen to your ‘Villain-splaining’ right now.”
>” Hey, Trixy? I’d like to wake up now.”
>Write-in.

>>3803213
>"I'm sorry, but can we postpone introductions for a little bit longer? I'm in the midst of something rather urgent at the moment. How about you give me your number and I can text you when I'm less busy."

>>3803213
> “Cool. I’m happy for you! No autographs, please! Can I go now, or is this going to be a whole thing?”

If it seems like it’s going to be a thing, interrupt them with.
>"I'm sorry, but can we postpone this a little bit? I'm in the midst of something rather urgent at the moment. How about you give me your number and I can text you when I'm less busy.”

>>3803213
>>"I'm sorry, but can we postpone introductions for a little bit longer? I'm in the midst of something rather urgent at the moment. How about you give me your number and I can text you when I'm less busy."

>>3803240
>>3803478
>>3804467
Writing...

Ugh, not another one of these guys.

[Wade]: Cool. I’m happy for you!

[???]: ...Excuse me?

You can’t see his face, but you’re pretty sure that he’s thrown off from your reaction.

[Wade]: No autographs, please. Do you mind if we do this later, or-

[???]: How dare you! I created you, you insolent little-

[Wade]: I’m sorry, but can we postpone this a little bit? I’m in the midst of something rather urgent at the moment. How about you give me your number, and I can text you when I’m less busy.

[???]: I will destroy y-

Just as the mysterious figure is about to reveal his face, your body lifts from the ground and your surroundings fade away, as if they were never really there. When you open your eyes, you nearly slide off of the bench you were resting on, before you catch yourself by holding onto the edge of the table.

[Trixy]: Are you alright, Wade? Your heart rate was escalating quite a bit.

[Wade]: I’m fine. Just had to deal with a bit of stranger danger. Thanks for pulling me out in time.

[Trixy]: Then the experiment was a success. I should be able to pull you out of your “Daydreams” whenever you wish. But I still require additional data to prevent you from falling into another coma.

Well that's a relief. You had no idea who that guy was, but you’re sure that you’ll run into him again someday. Your rogues always come back for revenge sooner or later.

[Wendy]: What happened?

Wendy comes rushing out of the guest bedroom, looking around frantically before finally resting her gaze upon you.

[Wade]: What?

[Wendy]: You didn’t feel that?!

[Wade]: Feel what?

The Rust Bucket suddenly swerves to the right uncontrollably, before coming to a screeching halt on the side of the road.

[Wendy]: That!

Max walks into the living room whilst rubbing his neck and groaning softly. Must’ve been tougher on him since he’s older.

[Max]: Everyone okay?

[Wade]: Yeah, but what was that?

[Max]: Not sure. Let’s check it out.

You and the others exit the RV and step outside to inspect the vehicle. It would appear that you’ve stomped in a swamp of some sort. You can see the ruins of an older civilization towering over you from above, and surrounding you with pillars in every direction. Most of them are broken, covered in vines and sunken deep into the marsh of the swamp.

[Wendy]: Hey, come take a look at this.

You kneel down to get a closer look at what Wendy’s pointing out, and you see a translucent arrow stuck into the Rust Bucket’s tire. It gives off a faint, wispy aura, and you notice that you can see right through it.

[Max]: That’s impossible. There’s no way an arrow this small and dainty can penetrate my tires.

Just as you’re about to stand back up, another arrow plants itself into the hull of the RV, right next to your nose! You’re under attack!

>Try to locate the shooter.
>Run for cover!
>Back into the RV!
>Grab an arrow and scan it.
>Transform into an alien. (Which one?)
>Tackle Max to the ground.
>Write-in.

A.U.:
https://pastebin.com/JVq4NM2t

>>3804726
>>Grab an arrow and scan it.
>Run for cover!
>Try to locate the shooter.

>>3804726
>Run for cover!
>Transform into an alien. (Brainstorm)
>Try to locate the shooter.

>>3804726
>Grab an arrow and scan it.
>mana shield time!

>>3804737
>>3804754
>>3804771
Going with:

>Grab an arrow and scan it.
>Run for cover!
>Try to locate the shooter.

Roll 1d100, bo3!

Rolled 11 (1d100)

>>3805101

Rolled 58 (1d100)

>>3805101
It show time!

Rolled 1 (1d100)

>>3805101

>1!

You reach down to grab one of the arrows, only to find that your hand passes right through it. Must be more magic…

[Wade]: Get some cover!

You and the others quickly hide behind a rock formation near the Rust Bucket, while dodging a few arrows fired from several directions. Looks like there’s more than one attacker, and they’re obviously coordinated and well-trained. Now you’ve just gotta find out where they-

[Wendy]: Wade...?

A sharp pain shoots through your back, and your body goes a bit numb for a brief moment. You look down to see a translucent arrowhead sticking out of your chest. That’s...not supposed to happen…

[Trixy]: Foreign object detected. Armor and barriers have been bypassed completely by a peculiar energy signature!

You instinctively try to grab the arrow, but to no avail. Just then, a second arrow passes through your shoulder. And along with it, comes a wave of pain that comes rushing over you. A labored cry escapes your lips and you collapse to the ground as blood pours from your wounds and fills your suit. Was that really your voice? Didn’t sound anything like yours…

[Wendy]: Oh shit! Shitshitshit! We gotta do something!

[Max]: Calm down. Help me get this armor off before they start shooting at us again.

Their hands begin to roam as they search your body for some way to remove your armor. You’d tell them, but your throat is feeling awfully dry, and your eyelids are getting a bit heavy. Gotta stay awake. Gotta stay focused.

What’s your next move, hero?

>Remove the armor for now. It doesn’t appear to be working against these guys.
>Send the empty armor out as a distraction while you relocate to another position.
>Transform into an alien. (Which one?)
>Try to remove the arrows by enveloping your hand in your own magic aura.
>Ask the others to try to find out where they’re firing from.
>Make a break for the Rust Bucket!
>Ask Trixy to inject you with painkillers.
>Tell Max and Wendy to provide covering fire.
>Write-in.

Aliens Unlocked:
https://pastebin.com/JVq4NM2t

>>3805276
>Remove the armor for now. It doesn’t appear to be working against these guys.

>>3805276

>Remove the armor for now. It doesn’t appear to be working against these guys.
>Try to remove the arrows by enveloping your hand in your own magic aura.

>>3805276
>>Transform into an alien. (Which one?)
Ghostfreak

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Since this thread is about to be archived, I will call it here and start up a new thread in a few minutes.

Hope you guys enjoyed the quest. Once again, thanks for playing and I hope to see you guys again soon!

New thread is up!

>>3806599

Thread has been archived! http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/3774561/