>>4657890
>Advertise via posters stapled around town, saying what's on the tin basically, "show up here and get changed into part animal"
>pet shop

Buy a nondescript, probably used van, crudely spay paint the OP image/logo on the sides of the van. Get a cheap burner phone, include phone number tear-offs on the bottom of the posters you staple up.

Periodically relocate around town, and schedule anyone who calls you, for where and when you'll be so they can show up. Then gene alter them and let them get back to their life again. Overtime see what effect there is in town, based on the gradual increase of animal people around.

>>4657905
Or, if the apparatus isn't limited to animals, can do gender changes as well, then advertise that on the posters as well. Basically just offer whatever the machine can do.

Also don't forget to charge people for the service. Like 20 bucks or something.

> Advertise it on Instagram, perhaps a model will be interested
> Advertise via posters stapled around town, saying what's on the tin basically
both these, if possible

> The woods
snakes

>>4657905
+1

>>4657890
>Tell your nerdy friends about it.

>The pet shop

>>4657890
>Advertise it on Instagram, perhaps a model will be interested
The pet shop

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>>4657905
>>4657907
support this, but the chimerization part should go underground, only the gender change operation is publicised
Wouldn't want the illuminati or rockefeller abduct you and keep catgirls strictly within their societies, right?

>>4657890
> Normal friends
Has advantages of:
A) Only people you know, so no glowies are gonna show up
B) Wider audience than just the nerds
C) As long as you keep up the charade that "I am a genius biogeneticist inventor" instead of "I will fuck your imminent nympho cloaca" then no harm no foul, r-right?

> The woods
slime moulds = slime girls?

>>4657890
>advertise to lgbtq+ first
we will have more success having human go in, human come out type genetical modification.
They are among the people who, despite being "sane" (in quotes because I have a lot of implicit bias), would more easily accept someone fiddling with their genetic structure
We didn't get our doctorate (which I hope we have) for doing stuff half arsed.

Only if those are successful, we can advertise better to different audiences and make monstergirls

also reversible for those who just want to try it out for a weekend

>>4657890

> Advertise it on YouTube, show off your chimera labrats to everyone
> Advertise it on FaceBook
> Advertise it on Instagram, perhaps a model will be interested
It will spread like wild fire

>> The pet shop

>>4657890
>Tell your nerdy friends about it
>The pet shop

I love the energy of this quest and want to see it blossom, but serious question wouldn't this be more at home on Akun, it would also offer a lot more freedom in "fade to black" sections if they come up

>>4657890
>advertise on a Chinese cartoon forum
>pet shop [cats]
We are going to make the dream of genetically engineered catgirls for domestic use a reality

>>4657890
>Advertise the gender-bending part via posters, experiment the chimerization on yourself.
>The Woods
If what >>4658032 suggests is correct then we might as well go for perfection ASAP, worst case scenario is that we can get a good bug to splice.

>>4657890
> Advertise it on the forums
> Advertise it on YouTube, show off your chimera labrats to everyone
> Advertise it on FaceBook
> Advertise it on Instagram, perhaps a model will be interested
>Advertise on public television


> The zoo

>>4658276
+1 to this, slime time

>>4657905
>>4658097
>>4657915
>>4657961
>>4658516

While I do appreciate the more extreme approaches suggested by you guys, I can't help but find the ones by

>>4658032
>>4658059
>>4657976
>>4658059
>>4658529

interesting as well, so I should include these as well. Also, there seems to be a tie here.

>>4658153
As amateur as the original visual novels are, I can't help but admire just how freewheeling and over the top they are.

Also, I don't know what Akun is.

Pet Shop:
>>4657905
>>4657948
>>4657961
>>4658097
>>4658116
>>4658168

The Woods:
>>4657915
>>4658032
>>4658276

Zoo:
>>4658516

I'll find a way to fit all these in eventually, don't you worry.

>>4658658
Writing...

>>4658660
Resolve burns in your heart. Your vision shines bright before you. Today you will make your work known! Your knowledge and power shall turn the world upside down! From this day onward, mankind shall usher in a new age, an age of ultimate freedom over God's mandate: transhumanism!

You leave your laboratory and grab the rattiest, cheapest van money can buy. There's the faded afterimage of the words "FREE CANDY" written all over it. Not even steel wool can scrub it off. Never mind that! You take this into your garage at home and half an hour later, you've sprayed your logo on its side.

Next, you go to the university and head to the computer room to print hundreds of posters. First, you consider using animorphs covers to promote your work. But you've got a better option: you commission your favorite artists from DeviantArt to draw you the sexiest transformation sequences imaginable. That should draw in a crowd. After all, if you're into it, you can assume everyone else is. That part can wait. You get the general formatting done and save it on the computer.

You're going to change the world. Everyone is going to be totally on board with it, man, so you're going to be prepared for a hell of a lot of phone calls. So you buy a cheap ass phone, a sturdy nokia that can readily survive being run over by a truck. So you return to the university and add countless phone number tear offs to the bottom of the poster design.

Now, time for social media marketing. You want to present yourself as a mad scientist, and you sure dress the part, with a white labcoat and a gaudy purple bowtie with green polka dots. Then, you put up lava lamps and plasma globes all over your genetic engineering lab. People are most responsive to sensational videos. So YouTube will be your first platform. They'll be debating whether this is CGI or animatronics for days, but only the ones who call your number will find out for real.

You lean your phone against a pile of books on your table and get the cameras rolling. Mystique is a great selling point, so you don't do any dramatic narration or voiceover. You simply open a cage filled with chimera labrats, and set them loose in your laboratory. These ones have the genes of seagulls spliced into them. They flap about, and attack a trash bin filled with food, spilling it over the floor. Despite your insistence for silence, you can't help but whisper "...behold...!" near to the camera.

When you get the chimera labrats out of the trash, you blindfold a batmouse with a handkerchief and get it to find a chip you tossed across the room with its echolocation. Then, you get your mousegull to fly in figure eights. "...If we can do this with mice, imagine what we can do with ourselves! Ring me up in the number in the description, and I'll change your species and or gender for price of twenty dollars! You heard me right, twenty dollars!"

>>4658718
>>4658718
To top it all off, you draft a forum post, a facebook ad, and DMs to several models on instagram, if they'd like to try a nice dip in your Genetic Cauldron. It's around here that you're struck with the terrible revelation that society is not ready for this. You hate letting this get in your dreams, but there comes a time when one must stop and think about what he is doing: would this foster xenophobia against your newly made transhumans? Would rapidly expanding the human genome lead to more harm than good?

And then it occurs to you that you've always been a stalwart believer in malevolent institutional forces involved in maintaining the status quo. You've never had a run in with the CIA or the FBI or the illuminatii, but if they noticed a lamia slithering around, they'd no doubt put you in a cell and memory hole all your work into oblivion.

So you decide to play it safe: with a heavy heart, you resolve that chimerization ought to remain secret. You call off all your riveting promotional videos and keep them saved to your folder. You keep your van in the garage. Perhaps another day, you sigh. Perhaps another day.

Not only that, you need to think of it from a business perspective. Something this drastic will make people think it's bullshit, especially in this modern age of elaborate CGI and props. So you need to think of a very real demand, and a demographic you can aim for. Then it hits you: Transgenders! You can swap genders with the Genetic Cauldron, too. No longer shall they bother with awkward transitions and botched surgeries: the transition will be over in seconds, and it'll be so flawless, it'd be as if they were born their preferred gender.

Your gender swap service will sell like hot cakes. But as a scientist, you've always believed in performing experiments on open minded, consenting people before introducing it to the masses. You have a number of friends. Among them you only know two transgender people. Caroline and Emma are pre transition trans women. They seem to be socially well adjusted individuals, which coincides with the fact they don't work in tech.

>>4658787

You text them on discord. "Come over here, i've got a thing that can make you COMPLETELY BIOLOGICALLY FEMALE! It'll be as if you were BORN THAT WAY! Come along to my lab!"

C: This is some kind of New Age meditation technique, is it? To make me "feel" more like a woman?

You: You know I don't believe in that mumbo jumbo! It works, i've tested it on my labrats.

E: Then we'd like it if you told me how it works.

You: It alters your morphic field, which is the shape that your body *attempts* to be, to a specified form. No scalpels or hormonal injections involved. Just one dip in the cauldron and you'll make like Ranma. You'll have double Xs in every cell.

C: This all sounds like pseudoscience to me.

You: Aaand it's reversible. And free.

E: Carrie, you know how shitty and expensive surgery is. Plus, detransitioning never works out well. Why not give this a try?

C: Fine, I'll go to your spa.

They show up at six o' clock. What little of your credibility is there is gone when they see all the lava lamps and plasma globes in your lab. So you sweep them all away and prepare the cauldron. The cylindrical chamber opens up.

You: It's breathable. Don't worry.

Emma reluctantly gets in. You adjust the controls. The doors close, the green goo fills the chamber, and Caroline covers her mouth in disbelief as Emma slowly transforms into a woman. You pull a lever, and the goo drains out. The doors spring open, and she falls on the linoleum floor in ill fitting swimming togs.

E: Oh my god oh my god oh my god! It's really happened! Thanks so much!

C: Holy shit! Am I actually seeing this right, or is this some kind of prank you're pulling...

You: What you're seeing is all real. Thank me later, because I just saved her a hundred thousand dollars.

C: You'll put every transition surgeon out of business. I don't know what to say here.

You: Neither can I. But I reckon Johannes Gutenberg said something like that when he put the scribes out of business with his printing press. Want to go in next?

C: I'll think about it...

You: Come to think of it, I haven't used it on myself in front of anyone else yet...

Choose one from these.
> Change your own gender to female
> Change your own gender to futanari. Come on. It'll be fun!
> Summon another normie friend and see if they would like to have a go. Don't tell them about chimerization.
> Text all your friends and tell them about chimerization. Offer to give them the DNA of any animal they request.
> Write In

Chimerization has only reached the point where you can splice the DNA of one thing to yourself.
> Add mouse DNA to yourself
> Add seagull DNA to yourself
> Add bat DNA to yourself
> Go out and hunt for more DNA

Mandatory listening for this thread: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IWi9ILehtZE

>>4658792
>> Summon another normie friend and see if they would like to have a go. Don't tell them about chimerization.
>> Add seagull DNA to yourself

>>4658792
>Text all your friends and tell them about chimerization. Offer to give them the DNA of any animal they request.
>Add seagull DNA to yourself
Whole hog, scientific ethics are for pussies

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>>4658838
> scientific ethics are for pussies
Never could have said it better myself.

>>4658792
> Summon another normie friend and see if they would like to have a go. Don't tell them about chimerization.
> Go out and hunt for more DNA
I want the DNA of a spider.
I want to be Spiderman.

>>4658792
>Go out and hunt for more DNA
Go to the zoo and get monke DNA. We shall return...

>>4658887

+1

>>4658914

Speaking of which, we could market our Genetic cauldron to chads who want to return to monke. Destabilize society by having parallel societies of monkemen.

Seagull:
>>4658825
>>4658838

Spider:
>>4658887
>>4658887

Monkey:
>>4658914

On another note...

Summon Individual Friend
>>4658887
>>4658825
>>4659052

Text All Friends:
>>4658838

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>4659089
1 means seagull, 2 means spider...

>>4659092
Summon Individual Friend wins by 2 posts. It wins.

Writing...

>>4659095
Your two first test subjects have happily left and are spreading the word for you. The next day you text another friend if he would like to see. He's a carefree young man named Jonas, and he's very open minded and has a lot of free time. Better yet, he's completely sure of his gender identity. No dysphoria at all, whatsoever. He's more likely to treat this like a game, which is exactly what you're looking for.

But even he finds it hard to believe in what you've made. After all, the rigid paradigm the Powers That Be demand us to place all our faith in have associated the idea of spontaneous transformation with horrific injuries, but one day it won't be that way any longer.

J: Heyyy man! What's this all about?

You: I was wondering if you'd be interested. Believe it or not, this machine, the Genetic Cauldron, can change your gender.

J: Woah ho ho, no way! I can be a chick, right? That'd be so weird, man.

You show him a video of Emma transforming. Now he's convinced.

You: Before you ask, yes. It's reversible. You can change back any time you like.

J: If I were to get in there... has this ever messed up before, like if there was a power outage halfway through, would I get turned in to some kind of boygirl?

You recall a previous incident with one of your chimera labrats. Although you figured out the cause of the problem and managed to integrate this flaw as a feature of your machine. Let's just call it the hermaphrodite setting.

You: I believe by now I've stabilized the polarities. Ever since I've added being a "boygirl" as a feature, there's been no mistakes in that regard. Ever.

J: Sure man, i'll try it out for the weekend. I don't wanna lose my dick, so just set it about there.

You: Godspeed. Enjoy yourself.

You switch the "gender" dial to the middle, which reads "Futanari". He gets in and the goo fills up the tank. His body slowly morphs into that of a woman in her early twenties. His face, his body, everything changes shape. Everything except what he values the most. Unpeturbed by this whole thing, she admires herself in the glass of the Genetic Cauldron, feeling up her body and striking poses, flecking goo everywhere.

Jonas: What was that? It felt weird as fuck. Duuude! I'm a chick! A chick with a...

You: That's great to hear. If you ever tired of it, just make sure to come back here and i'll turn you back into a man.

He looks at his watch as you wipe some goo off your face.

You: I really gotta add a shower feature to this thing...

J: Uh oh, I gotta get going. Thanks a lot.

He starts to get changed, only to find that his clothes are several sizes too big for him. You ask him if he would like you to buy him more appropriate attire, but he declines and drives back home, fist pumping out the window.

You worry about what Jonas will do with his newly formed body. So long as he doesn't annoy or harass anyone else, you won't get blamed for his actions. Now, on to yourself!

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>>4659121
>Now, on to yourself!

The future awaits!

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>>4659121
There's a large console on the side of the room currently displaying a list of species. It reminds you of a cartoon from your childhood, which was about a boy who used a watch to transform into superpowered aliens. But you've settled for this alternative. You go over to the console, which presents three species:

LARUS CANUS
RATTUS NORVEGICUS DOMESTICA
EPTESICUS FUSCUS

You select the first, the common seagull. Then you activate the voice operation module, since nobody is going to operate it on behalf of you. That's a bonus, considering how your lab is actually situated in a secret basement.

M: GENETIC CAULDRON CHAMBER READY. SPECIES EPTESICUS FUSCUS SELECTED.

You remove your clothes and neatly fold them. Then you put them aside. You walk across the linoleum floor on bare feet, trying not to slip on the cool green goo. Then you stand up in the chamber. You've used this on yourself multiple times, but the feeling of transforming yourself, whether by gender of species, has never gotten old. The doors shut on you, but the goo doesn't pour in just yet.

M: SELECT EXTENT OF TRANSFORMATION: 1 THROUGH 3.

You've set a limiter up there, because you deeply dread what would happen if you actually turned yourself into a straight up animal.

You estimate that if you used 1, you could have a few feathers here and there, and a pair of nonfunctional wings. This would be enough evidence to prove your chimerization works to other people, although it would be just for show.

If you used 2, you'd have a pair of working wings that would be able to fold under a loose enough shirt. You'd be able to glide, or if you're lucky, fly short distances. You would still look mostly human, and if you dress properly, only the most observant would be able to tell otherwise.

If you used 3, you'd be able to fly across town. But if you chose this, your inhumanity would be present to everyone you come across. You would have a beak, for god's sake. Besides, previous experiments have shown that this would make you more animalistic in nature, which is something you deeply, deeply fear.

> Select a number from 1 to 3

> Also, roll 1d100 to see how it goes!

Rolled 40 (1d100)

>>4659147

>1 - Setting #2
>2 - Setting #3

Why when I think about the rat-seagull hybrids do I think of this movie? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0R26zH2WRJc
Also time to bequeath my luck powers onto this thread.

Rolled 94 (1d100)

>>4659147
Option 2

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>4659154

>luck powers.
>rolls a 40
>shit

Rolled 60 (1d100)

>>4659147
>Setting #2

Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>4659147
3

Laments of an Icarus The paramours of courtesans Are well and satisfied, content. But as for me my limbs are rent Because I clasped the clouds as mine. I owe it to the peerless stars Which flame in the remotest sky That I see only with spent eyes Remembered suns I knew before. In vain I had at heart to find The center and the end of space. Beneath some burning, unknown gaze I feel my very wings unpinned And, burned because I beauty loved, I shall not know the highest bliss, And give my name to the abyss Which waits to claim me as its own

>>4659154
I actually imagined them looking like just mice with seagull wings, you know, just cute mascots if he ever decides to expand his business

>>4659193
Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs' ratbirds ARE cute!

Rolled 97 (1d100)

>>4659147
>#2

Rolled 24 (1d100)

>>4659147
>3

Setting #2:

>>4659155
>>4659157
>>4659168
>>4659292

Setting #3:

>>4659311
>>4659173

Setting #2 wins!

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>>4659376
You: Setting #2! Commence protocol!

M: AFFIRMATIVE. COMMENCING TRANSFORMATION PROTOCOL AT SETTING #2.

Goo pours down from holes in the ceiling. Your bare ankles are overcome by a tingly feeling, then your legs, your stomach, and then your shoulders. Like that scene in evangelion, you instinctively avoid it as it makes its way up your nose. Your gag reflex kicks in and you wince a little as it floods your lungs. No matter how many times you tell yourself the transformation medium is breathable and perfectly safe, human instinct will always tell you to stay away from weird goo.

Finally it envelopes your whole body. In the chamber you can't hear anything except the thrumming of the machine and the rhythmic beating of your heart. White feathers sprout on your forearms and thighs. They replace your hair, including your body hair. Your limbs become a little thinner as your bones hollow out. Now that you're lighter, the weight of the goo feels a whole lot heavier. The same goes as your body heat increases. The cool pressure within the chamber is weirdly comforting.
Then, there come the wings. Oh lord, the wings! A pair of new appendages rise from your shoulder blades. A blissful feeling overcomes you. If an amputee were to regrow his arm, he wouldn't feel a millionth as good as you do. You writhe in ecstasy as two long, bony appendages emerge from either side of your spine. Massive, splendid feathers sprout from your inchoate wings like blossoms in spring. You could feel like this forever.

You feel so incredible, you don't notice the goo draining from the chamber until you're left spewing the green stuff all over the grated floor.

You: Continue *hack* drainage suction! *bluuurgh*

You go to the en suite bathroom and admire your nude body in the mirror. It never gets old. Your firm, lissom muscles, your sleek white feathers, you feel alive, reborn! You flex and pose and spread your wings as far as they'll go, glowing under the fluorescent lights bright as a star. You feel as though you could fly across the damn pacific!

You return to the console and avidly watch yourself get transformed. That's because the chamber has three inbuilt cameras, privacy be damned. You shut the thing off after your third rewatch. Now. Where were you? Oh yes, you wanted to go and collect DNA for your Genetic Cauldron, that's what you were trying to do.

>>4659379
You get changed into a very heavy coat and an aviator's hat, along with a scarf for good measure. It's downcast and cloudy today. But while you're changing, you're overcome with an intense claustrophobia. Being cooped up indoors makes you feel constrained. You long to embrace the infinite freedom of the sky. Careful there, you tell yourself. Your mind must remain human. Your animal nature is a tool.

Where do you go? The first three options are very close to the university. You're unlikely to run into anything. But it's just sky. What could go wrong?

> Pet Shop
> Woods
> Zoo

There are other options, but they're so far away that it'll take a while, even if you're flying.

> Aquarium
> Park
> Beach
> Ranch
> Write In

And how high are you going?

> Fly very high, above the clouds! Chimerization must remain a secret at all costs!
> Leave it a mystery. Fly *just* below the clouds. You'll look like superman to the people below. That will hype them up.
> Fly twenty to thirty meters high. Scare people! With the way you're dressed, nobody will suspect you.
> Write In

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>4659381

>1 = zoo
> 2 = woods

> Leave it a mystery. Fly *just* below the clouds. You'll look like superman to the people below. That will hype them up.

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>>4659394
Also, i'm torn between whether to give the protag arms or just talons like this:

>>4658658
Akun is fiction.live, a bigger site with more acceptance for the weird.

>>4659381
>> Pet Shop
> Leave it a mystery. Fly *just* below the clouds. You'll look like superman to the people below. That will hype them up.

>>4659620
Supporting both!

>>4659395
Armless is both more scientifically-plausible and more monstrous. I support it.

>>4659620
Also supporting both, but I want to see how high we can fly later just out of curiosity...

Icarus? Who's that? He sounds lame.

>>4659620
Supporting

>>4659545
Well then I suppose it will have less endless rehashes of the same thing unlike royalroad, tapass or wattpad.

>>4659835
>>4659710
>>4659643
>>4659620
> Pet Shop
> Leave it a mystery. Fly *just* below the clouds. You'll look like superman to the people below. That will hype them up.
Writing...

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>>4660152
Of course, going to the pet shop has always been at the forefront of your mind. The woods are dangerous, and there's no guarantee that you'll actually find anything, since the animals aren't behind neat little cages unlike the zoo. But as you consider the zoo, that also seems to be a bad idea, as it would mean you would have to breach those cages to get in there. Most of them are open air enclosures, but it wouldn't be good publicity if you were caught by the zookeepers.

You've got wings for arms like the girl in pic related and mildly taloned, scaly feet that can still fit in your shoes. To hide it, you're wearing the largest and longest coat you have in store, several sizes above you. In addition to your aviator's hat, you also wear the goggles in case the wind hurts your still human eyes. Also, it gives you more cover.

Having no hands doesn't peturb you. It's a hell of a lot harder to write with talons, but at least you've specially designed your console with a voice operation module. That's another reason why you fear turning the dial beyond Setting #3. Any more, and your projections estimate the human vocal chords would be compromised.

You leave your secret lab through the elevator. It's not very busy in the university. People tend to mind their own business, and nobody looks at you twice. Then you climb up the tallest building on campus. Then, you stand on top of the roof terrace where you roll back your loose sleeves and spread your wings and embrace the cool breeze. The overcast, which once seemed so gloomy, is now freedom manifest, beckoning you into its open expanse.

Full of pride and hope, you click your heels together, only to remember you don't have them anymore. With your heart aflutter, you take to the skies in the direction of the pet shop.

>>4660190
If you were a little more audacious, you'd fly without your clothes on. But even a verifiable cryptid has to make a good impression. Your ears are pointed, another precaution you added to the "Seagull" setting on account of the wind blowing against your ears. You fly around in loop de loops and figure eights. And when you finish your last somersault, you shoot straight up, higher and higher until you burst right into the overcast.

It's so grey up here. Moisture fogs up your goggles, and newly condensed rain patters against your body. You fly a little higher, but you're a little uncertain where you're going. You can't see more than three meters ahead: a disconcerting feeling, completely antithetical to the open freedom of the skies. You leave the overcast and decide to fly just below it.

Your superior vision can make out people pointing and staring, a few of them even with their phones out. Good. When you're halfway there, you hold one wing past your head in a superman pose, but as soon as you do that you start falling a little. You flap your wings frantically before regaining altitude.

Seeking out a discreet spot to land, you hide behind a billboard and wait for the excitement to cool down. Once the shouting and clamoring is gone, you swoop down into a quiet part of the suburbs near to the pet shop. You take off your aviator helmet and goggles and obscure more of your face with your scarf, while also pulling a beanie that you kept in your coat over your feathered head. That should do it.

The pet shop is a welcoming and quiet place. The floor and ceiling are cream colored, and whimsical green signs indicate each aisle. Everybody is too busy shopping and browsing to have any suspicion towards you here.

There are a number of pets for sale. All you need to do to obtain their DNA is swab their mouths.

It takes thirty seconds for you to swab one animal. From the way you dress alone, it's likely the security camera's already breathing down your neck.

> Dogs
> Cats
> Goldfish
> Parrots
> Hamsters
> Rabbits
> Fuck it, all of them! My cover be damned!
> Write In

>>4660208

>Cats
>Dogs
>Rabbits

>>4660210
The basic bitch pack for anime waifus is a solid starting point.

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>>4660226

>>4660208
>> Dogs
>> Cats

>>4660358
You best start believing in the furry Fandom. You're in it.

>>4660601
With how much cultural influence they've had since the turn of the millennium, I don't think it's possible to enjoy sci fi and fantasy without them. Their cultural footprint is deep indeed.

Rolled 1 (1d3)

1. >>4660210
2. >>4660226


3. >>4660527

>>4660656
Writing...

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>>4660689
>>4660656
If you hadn't been involved with weeaboos or furries or anything that wasn't influenced by them, you certainly wouldn't have taken up bioengineering in the first place. And by far, the most popular choice for kemonomimi are cat ears, dog ears, and rabbit ears, the latter of which has been popular in the west ever since the days of Hugh Hefner and his Playboy Magazine, when people had to pay for porn. Those three choices are the "basic bitch pack" for anime waifus. The influencers will love it, and so will the weeaboos. Normies, too.

Up until seeing their outdoor animal enclosures, you were worried that you would have to physically hold open the animals' mouths to swab them. But there is no need for that, since the pet shop also functions as a petting zoo. You pick up a soggy tennis ball and throw it into a pen. A golden retriever returns with it in its mouth, panting eagerly. You look behind you and remove a swab from a test tube in your coat pocket. Then you swab the golden retriever's mouth, put the swab back in the tube, and screw it back on.

When you're absolutely sure nobody is looking, you take out a vivid marker. Then you fumble about with your webbed talons trying to uncap the bloody thing. And when you finally get around it, you hold it in a claw grip, like a toddler, and write "CANIS LUPUS FAMILIARIS" on the test tube. It takes you a while, but you do it slow enough that your handwriting is legible. Once you're done, you pat the golden retriever on the head with your webbed claw hand and take the tennis ball from its mouth and put it back in the tray where you took it.

Next comes cats. They're in a series of big cages lined up against the wall, each with its own scratching post. They're busy playfighting with each other when you take a piece of fish and chips in another pocket and poke it through the cage bars. A brown and white cat of a breed you can't pin down jumps on to it, but before it can yank it out of your hands you swab its mouth and stick that right in the tube. On it, you write "FELIS SYLVESTRIS CATUS".

And finally, rabbits. You know them all too well. They're on animal you won't wouldn't infuse your own DNA with. The simpletons will mock you, jeering "Are bunnies too girly and adorable for you? Do they threaten your fragile masculinity?" while missing the point entirely. You won't touch rabbit DNA, on account of being tainted by their coprophagic inclinations. And even given how much of an outgoing and experimental person you are, that is one line you will not cross. There will never come a day when you crave shit. But bunnies are marketable. So marketable, in fact, that a porn company adopted them as their mascot, and a blonde, pink clad American president adopted them as his motif. You don't quite remember his name, but he is named after a holiday.

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>>4660716
You obtain a swab the same way you did with the cats, except this time with a carrot. But as you write on the test tube: "ORYCTOLAGUS CUNICULUS DOMESTICUS", there comes the moment you dread.

A pet shop employee with braided hazel hair, large round glasses and cornflower blue overalls comes towards you. You look closer at her face. She dresses a good two decades younger than she looks, which is her mid twenties, about your age, really. It's cute, but rather off putting, because you think wouldn't be so cute if you went around dressed like a six year old boy.

P: Hello! Are you looking for anything?

She sounds like she's dubbing a moe anime.

You: No, nothing really. Just browsing.

The pet shop employee tilts her head in a more avian fashion than you. You avoid making eye contact with her, glancing away slightly.

P: Really? I see you're taking notes.

> Spill the beans about your Chimerization Project. If there's anyone you think would look cute with bunny ears, it's her.
> Run away! "I think I gotta go right now. See ya!"
> Buy some rabbit food as a diversion "Yeah, that was my shopping list. I'm looking for some rabbit food for my uh, sister's rabbit, maybe a kilogram..."
> Tell her you need to shit and escape through the window. "Does this place have a bathroom?"
> Write In

>>4660749
> Spill the beans about your Chimerization Project. If there's anyone you think would look cute with bunny ears, it's her.

>>4660749
>Spill the beans about your Chimerization Project. If there's anyone you think would look cute with bunny ears, it's her.

>>4660749
>Spill the beans about your Chimerization Project. If there's anyone you think would look cute with bunny ears, it's her.

>>4660749
> Spill the beans about your Chimerization Project. If there's anyone you think would look cute with bunny ears, it's her.

>>4660749

> Spill the beans about your Chimerization Project. If there's anyone you think would look cute with bunny ears, it's her.

>> Tell her you need to shit and escape through the window. "Does this place have a bathroom?"

4chan ate my post.

>Spill spaghetti
>Awkwardly mumble something about buying food for a rabbit
>Squawk (lowly)
> Then do:Tell her you need to shit and escape through the window. "Does this place have a bathroom?"

>>4660799
>>4660786

WAIT THERE IT IS.

Do with this post what you will.

>>4660749
>> Buy some rabbit food as a diversion "Yeah, that was my shopping list. I'm looking for some rabbit food for my uh, sister's rabbit, maybe a kilogram..."

>>4660749
>> Spill the beans about your Chimerization Project. If there's anyone you think would look cute with bunny ears, it's her.

> Spill the beans about your Chimerization Project. If there's anyone you think would look cute with bunny ears, it's her.

>>4660755
>>4660770
>>4660784
>>4660785
>>4660786
>>4660799
>>4661002

> Buy some rabbit food as a diversion "Yeah, that was my shopping list. I'm looking for some rabbit food for my uh, sister's rabbit, maybe a kilogram..."

>>4660959
Oh dear, 6+mL++ZH! It appears the decision was unanimous!

>>4661183
(By the way, I heavily based this quest off the visual novel of the same name, and the one that's going on right now: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-RlQYdxVRAQ check it out}
Writing...

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>>4661185
When you heard her footstep, you knew it was going to be someone unintimidating, but golly gosh is she a looker! You have trouble keeping your composure near her. Merely looking at her head makes you imagine a pair of bunny ears on top of it. What a lucky coincidence, you think to yourself, that in here of all places, you find a woman more worthy than anyone else on earth of being bestowed with rabbit DNA!

You've always considered yourself an adequate judge of character. Now you put those skills to the test. Just by the way she holds herself, the way she speaks and dresses, you can tell she possesses maturity and elegance as well as also friendliness as innocence. Just as future humanity shall be a hybrid race, changing bodies like clothes, she is of hybrid temperament. There could be no better person to join the next step in human evolution, other than you of course.

But you don't assume she'll be on board with this right away. You need to take it slow.

You: I was swabbing their mouths to collect DNA.

The employee raises an eyebrow. You get flustered.

You: I assure you no bodily or psychological damage was done. You wouldn't charge a person for petting a dog on account of a hair or two getting stuck to their hand.

P: Iiii... see where you're coming from.

You: Indeed. I am gathering DNA in order to synthesize human animal chimeras.

P: *giggles* Well, it looks like you've come to the right place, Dr. Moreau.

You: And after I... purchase... some rabbit food... for my sister's rabbit, I would kindly ask you if you would like to participate in this revolutionary new process. It's free, harmless, and one hundred percent reversible.

You make the quietest, no, the first squawk you've ever made. Fascinating. You take note of this. During periods of intense emotion, all hybrids of Setting #3 may unconsciously act on animal impulses. Judging by her reference to that classic novel which you admit inspired you to some extent, she seems to not take this seriously as you expected. Typical of the oversocialized to disregard anything that doesn't pertain to their role in society.

You: And if you require evidence, allow me to play that role.

You take off your beanie, revealing your feathery hair. She points at you and smiles.

P: Woah, nice wig! Is that for the convention next week?

She still doesn't get it. You walk back to where the aisles intersect. Then you remove your coat and spread your wings wide. The pet store employee jumps a meter in the air.

P: HOLY SHIT!

You: Behold the work of the Genetic Cauldron! Say goodbye to the benighted days of medical butchery and vivisections!

When she's done howling in fear, she gets up and strokes your feathers with a shaky hand.

P: Your arms... Where are your arms?

You: Gone! And if you still think these are props, i'd gladly disrobe myself right here if that would alleviate your skepticism.

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>>4661202
From the look on her face, it occurs to you that she has interpreted your previous statement in a manner which you did not intend her to. Personal experience has told you time and time again that when a woman has reached this stage emotionally, it's in the best interest of everyone involved to withdraw as soon as possible. You can't miss this chance.

You: Er... Here's my number!

She yelps, paralyzed with fear, as your talon darts near her chest to plop a strip of paper in her front pocket. At this point, asking her where the bathroom is is unlikely to yield a civilized response.

You: Oh dear, I believe I need to go now. Adieu!

You run across the pet shop and jump into the nearest men's bathroom. Then you crawl on top of the toilet, leaving scratch marks all over the wallpaper, and jump out the window into the alleyway, landing on a pile of garbage. When you introduce another person to the wonders of the Genetic Cauldron, you'll take it slower next time.

One good thing has come out of this mishegas, no, four. Each of your swabs count as one. And the fact that the CCTV footage will prepare the masses for your Grand Revelation a little more. As you wipe the garbage off yourself, you smile, for regardless of the setbacks and niggles in your way, the future is bright.

It's six o' clock. Time to go home.

First thing you do is watch TV. You spit your expresso out as soon as you see the first news report. It looks like Jonas, who now apparently goes by Jona, has been out relentlessly flapping his dick around at the swimming pool in the women's changing room. Though the audio is heavily bleeped out, you can hardly hold back your laughter.

Next, it's the "Bird Man" of mysterious origin that was sighted in the skies today. Nobody got a close enough look at it to tell it was you. Nothing stokes the human imagination more than the unknown, as evidenced by the countless stories set in outer space. One of the videos even has a thousand hits already!

And what's this? Dozens of recorded phone calls for your gender swap service? Well, you'll be damned! That night you schedule appointments for all of them. Over the next few days, just about every single transvestite in town signs up for that twenty dollar dip. It sells like hot cakes. Hot diggity! For a brief moment you consider jacking up the price, but the real payment here is the fame and exposure they're giving you. No more rejections. No more shame and self consciousness. Doing the world a service has never been more profitable!

Jumping Jehosephat, you never thought you'd get this far in just one day. Now as you load the cat, dog, and rabbit DNA into your Genetic Cauldron, you ponder just *how* you'll market yourself..

>>4661223
Arrange this list in the order you would like to have them happen chronologically. The most popular option goes.

> Youtube
> Facebook
> DM a few models on instagram
> Posters
> Radio
> Television
> Demonstrate the Genetic Cauldron at the con next week
> Write In

Or you could....

> Hunt for more DNA tomorrow. Specify where. These >>4659381 locations will do, but you can suggest more.

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>>4661228
Also, you can add driving GBDNATE van around town to that list. I forgot to mention that.

>>4661228
>>4661231

Prepare for the official debut next week
>DM models or cosplayers who cosplays furries and is going to the con. Tell them they can cosplay as a TRUE FURRY and arrange an appointment with them within the week to try out the Cauldron. Ask for consent to demonstrate at the con
> Demonstrate the Genetic Cauldron at the con next week with your furry cosplayer/model friend

And prepare some basic documents for clients, stuff like "The client has consent on the body modification prior to the transformation" and "The client has acknowledged on the potential effects aforementioned after chimeric transformation" and "The service provider holds no responsibilities should the client failed to oblige local laws and institutions."

>Drive the van when there is nothing else to do

>>4660226
>>4660210
+1

>>4661349
support

>>4660226
lmao, fuck it. this

we need some real fighting animal dna, imagine adding level 1 monke strength

>>4661296
I'll back this

>>4661296
Down for this operating procedure.

>>4661296

Do this but be on alert for glowies. Run em' over if need be.

In the meantime, go to the aquarium for more DNA samples... cause merpeople.

Unfortunately I believe I won't be posting until maybe six hours later. Until then!

>>4661296
Supporting

>>4661296
>>4661425
>>4661456
>>4661566
>>4661800
^^ Yeah, this guy knows what he's talking about
>>4662162

I sure do love having heavy reader input.

>>4661349
>>4661408
You two are a bit late, sorry

>>4662568
>I sure do love having heavy reader input.

It's a good quest, QM, but the anon we're all supporting pretty much covered it. Nothing to add this go-round!

>>4662568
At around 2 AM in the morning, you decide that mankind is ready. Though the mainstream news media will suppress this, and the Powers That Be as well, they will never be able to undo unalienable evidence of the Next Step in Human Evolution. You go back to sleep, feverish with excitement. Then you wake up at half past ten.

You start your late morning with a cup of espresso lightly sprinkled with cocaine. Not crack cocaine, that's the kind snorted by the economically disadvantaged. This is pure, high quality, finely powdered cocaine, the stuff snorted by gilded age dandies. After brewing your coffee, you empty that cup over a green plastic bowl of Frosted Flakes.

As you swirl it around, you suddenly realize that you're holding it with your human hands. That's funny. It wore off after you slept, reminding you time and time again that your invention is still in early development. There's still a whole lot more things to do, notwithstanding the afterdunk shower.

The best place to advertise, you reason, is not on the streets or to any legitimate scientific institution. Ever since you have familiarized yourself with their hidebound ways, you have found furries to be a more openminded bunch. All great things have had humble beginnings from which they spread to the rest of the world. Such as anime. In the west, it was once enjoyed by small concentrations of sweaty, college aged orientalists, watching poorly subbed VHSes on cathode ray televisions. Nowadays, Naruto or Goku's on the back of every third teenager's phone case.

If Chinese cartoons can make such a cultural leap in two decades, imagine what impact your invention will make in two weeks!

Reluctantly, you summon your inner businessman. Common sense and self awareness have proven to be more effective than any marketing course. It's easy. People like hot girls. Some people, like you, like hot girls with animal parts. People look for things they like. That means a lot of people will look for hot girls with animal parts. Thus, the most profitable course of action is to DM cosplayers.

After writing legal documents, you browse Instagram for female cosplayers. Unsurprisingly, there are a whole lot of them, given how the con is next week. After ten minutes of browsing you narrow it down to furries. And among those furries, you search for those who are specifically lamenting the fact they don't have enough funds, resources or time to obtain or create a fursuit. And there's one who particularly catches your eye. Her name is Jacqueline Bellesmere. She is exceptionally tall and has long, straight dark brown hair with blonde tips. You dive into her DMs.

You: I see from your latest post that you badly wanted a fursuit. You're in luck. Any particular character you'd like to be?

J: Yeah, if it's not below three hundred dollars, then i'm not interested.

You: It's for twenty. And it's not even a costume. You'll get to cosplay as a TRUE FURRY!

J: Is this a prank?

>>4662630
More skepticism? You scoff. Let's not have any more of that. You send her videos of your naked self being infused with seagull DNA.

J: oh my god what the fuck

You: Like I said, what character are you thinking of?

She leaves you hanging for three minutes. Yet your shining resolve is undimmed. And lo and behold, she returns!

J: There's this webcomic my husband is drawing, and since it's our wedding anniversary the week after, I decided I'd surprise him in costume. I think she was a kobold, like some kind of dog girl.

You: Don't you get it? You'll be the costume. No surgery, no cutting. You saw the video I sent you. It's as safe and reversible as temporary tattoos. And if you don't believe me, see that whiteboard pad leaning against the shelf?

J: Yeah? Oh yeah I see it.

You: That's the calendar. And it's for yesterday. I'll even send you the properties to prove you it wasn't tampered in any way.

J: I'm sorry, this is a lot to take in, really.

You: Take your time.

J: Do you work for a company?

You: No, never. This is my work. Not a single other person knows about this. You're witnessing history. I'll give you this choice: you can be part of it, or leave it to someone else.

J: So where do I have to go? Do you have a clinic where this all happens, or...?

You: Unfortunately, the Genetic Cauldron is situated in a secret location I cannot disclose. But we can circumvent this in a way that benefits both parties. I will rent a stall at the convention. Then, I'll set up my machine there. But only if you're willing to let everyone at the convention watch you get transformed.

J: Oh I bet they would.

You: If you want to take another option, then-

J: Considering the cosplays I do every other year, getting transformed in my undies doesn't sound too bad.

You: Perfect. But since there are no laws for this, I'll ask you to sign some documents that i'll send to your PO box.

J: Alright, it's...

>>4662667
You send her a document that cover every possible worst case scenario. You look upon them with pride, for in the future they will be held in a museum, bestowed with the same reverence afforded to the Declaration of Independence.

That's why you printed it in quadruplicate: three for her to sign, and one for you to keep.

She has to tick and sign all three agreements. Should Jacqueline ever change her mind and accuse you of pressuring her into doing it against her will, you can merely tell the courts that "The client has consent on the body modification prior to the transformation"

Or, if things ever go wrong, you can say that
"The client has acknowledged on the potential effects aforementioned after chimeric transformation" but it probably won't, seeing how the process literally wore off after you went to bed.

And if Jacqueline ever starts to piss on fire hydrants while she's in kobold form, all you have to do is remind her "The service provider holds no responsibilities should the client failed to oblige local laws and institutions." In addition to this, you deeply warn her against using Setting #3. Anything you do while in a transformed state is your responsibility. You state that again, and again, and again.

You board the van and do your daily round of appointments bringing those interested in swapping their biological gender to your lab, albeit with a blindfold on. You expected them to suffer from gender dysphoria, but most of them are just curious and have a lot of free time. All the better for you, because they'll have to pay you the same amount when they decide it's not fun anymore and want to get changed back.

A few hundred gender swap appointments later, your burner phone receives an ominous call while you're counting your money. As of now, you're well over a thousand dollars. The weirdo on the other end is using an automated voice.

At first, you think it's a scam call. But you're in for a rude awakening...

W: WE KNOW WHAT YOU DID AT 24 LINNAEUS STREET

You: Which was?

Then you hear a human voice. Lo and behold, it belongs to the pet shop employee.

P: Don't hurt me, please, just let me go!

Your blood freezes in terror.

W: YOU WERE A SEAGULL MAN THERE. WE CAN KILL HER. AND WE CAN MAKE IT LOOK LIKE YOU DID IT!

You: Who are you, and why are you doing this?!

W: DOESN'T MATTER. DON'T TRANSFORM YOURSELF OR ANYONE ELSE, EVER AGAIN. DISMANTLE THE GENETIC CAULDRON AND BURY THE PIECES IN THE PARK. DO THIS AND WE'LL LET HER LIVE, AND KEEP YOU OUT OF PRISON.

P: Aaaaarrghhh! Please, It hurts! Stop it!

Before you can say anything, the call cuts off into a long, monotonous beep. You hyperventilate and shiver.

> Fly to the pet store with seagull DNA infused in you as fast as possible.
> Jonas lives close to there. Ask him for help.
> Infuse your DNA with dog, and walk to the pet store as discreetly as possible.
> Make fun of them.
> Go off at them.
> Pretend to be more frightened than you actually are
> Write In

>>4662728
>> Infuse your DNA with dog, and walk to the pet store as discreetly as possible.

It will give us an edge in the fight to come

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>>4662728
>> Jonas lives close to there. Ask him for help.
>> Infuse your DNA with X, and walk to the pet store as discreetly as possible.

>1: infuse with dog
>2: infuse with bat

G L O W I E S

>>4662733
Adding on to this
> Pretend to be more frightened than you actually are

>>4662746
Supporting. Let's kill some glowniggers

>>4662747
>>4662746
>>4662756
Do it up. Power up Jonas as well, if he's down for it. Maybe even recruit our trans friends, let them know the government (or someone shady) is trying to shut down this boon to people suffering from dysphoria. Some transphobic piece of shit, crushing all their dreams and torturing poor people!

If that won't rile them up, I don't know what will.

>>4662776
Biological Transhumanism bringin people together!

Makes a man cry

>>4662733
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>>4662776
Writing...

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>>4662897
They might be watching you. Worse case scenario is that they have eyes everywhere in the city. You're scared out of your mind right now. But you've got a plan, and you trust it with your life. First, you have to make them think that they're in control. That you'll do as they say. You put on the shakiest voice you can.

You: Okay okay okay... I'll do it, just let me drive to my lab...

You get there asap. But instead of dismantling it, you jump inside the Genetic Cauldron.

You: Canus lupus familiaris! Setting #2!

M: AFFIRMATIVE.

You emerge from the chamber dripping with goo, as a densely muscled bruiser with a pair of dog ears and a tail. Your skin is covered with light brown fur. Even in such a desperate moment, you can't help but admire yourself yet again. You test your strength out on an empty wooden crate you have lying around, and karate chop it. It splits in half like dry spaghetti.

You call Jonas on your personal phone.

You: Hey you! Are you out of the holding cell at the police station yet?

J: Yeah. I'm not even on house arrest. My court hearing is tomorrow. I'm expecting a week of community service.

You: When you see a guy in a brown trenchcoat outside your house, that's me. Glowies are holding someone captive in the pet store opposite to your house. I've got dog ears. It's complicated.

J: What!? I'll be ready with my gun! I'm gonna shoot a man dead!

You've never been into politics or activism. You've never voted in your life. This is why you have a wide circle of friends, despite your eccentricities. Caroline and Emma are lefties, while Jonas is aggressively right libertarian, which explains his marksmanship, and the fact that he has a howitzer bolted to his roof.

You explain the situation to Caroline and Emma, who are currently shopping for clothes that fit them.

C: A shootout? Not for me!

E: Hey! I know! I can record it through the window for the publicity! Caroline, get those boxes for me.

C: Fine.

Determination is your only virtue. You value nothing but progress. The betterment of individual human beings is not your objective: it is just par for the course for your relentless march to the FUTURE.

You don't care that dysphoric trans people are being saved millions of dollars on surgeries that will invariably exacerbate such problems. All you care is that the future, YOUR future, will come into fruition. You won't abide anyone who stands in its way, regardless of ideology.

The end of grotesque neovaginas is just a side affect for a truly posthuman world just as the end of slavery was a side affect of rapid industrialization.

These thoughts ring in your head as you bust the pet shop doors open. Several shelves have been toppled over, and the fluorescent lights have been... melted? Puddles of putrid plastic pool placidly.

>>4662898
You'd have expected glowies to dress like the men in black. Or at least like ordinary civilians. But these glowies... they literally glow! All three of them are wearing luminescent purple tracksuits and shutter shades. Their hair seems to be greased back, and they have no guns on them.

The pet shop employee is pinned against the wall by her neck by nothing in particular. It's almost as if an invisible force is holding her there.

> FIIIIIIRE!!!
> CHAAAAARGE!!!
> Maul em like a dog
> Knock shelves on their heads
> Tell them to bugger off, or else Jonas will shoot them to death
> Write in

>>4662899
> Write in
Ask who or what they are; create a distraction for Jonas

>>4662904
Supporting. Let's do this all coordinated and such

>>4662904
Supporting

>>4662904

Supporting. Also be wary of mental attacks. If the glowies try some telekinetic or mental-type thing, let our dog brain taie the reigns and maul.

>>4662904
>>4662908
>>4662910
>>4662922
>> Write in
> Ask who or what they are; create a distraction for Jonas

Writing...

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>>4662991
Why is she just floating there, pinned against the wall by her neck?! Your fear intensifies, for they must possess powers beyond your ken! For the first time you feel powerless, as you realize that in your arrogance and foolishness that you are not the only one here to breach the paradigm of acceptable science! You take deep breaths, which only come out as doggish panting. With all you have, you still your mind.

You: Now let's get this straight. You work for the CIA. Don't you think my machine would be useful for the military?

A tall glowie with curly hair speaks on behalf of them. She crosses her arms.

L: That's where you're wrong, Fido. We're the Forzamentalo Crime Family. The name's Luciana DiAngelo, and it'll be the last one you hear if you don't stop your tomfoolery.

You: "Force of Mind"?

L: Precisely. That's what sets us apart. You seek to ascend humanity, do you?

You: Exactly. I beg of you to leave us alone. If you really wanna give people psionics, then all the power to you, champ, but please, what do we have to do with all of this?! Is it because you want people to be all the same or something?

L: Did you think we are a bunch of evangelistic bigots? No! Your machine breeds the dependency, the fixation on the mutability of the human form. You wish to rule the flesh. And in doing so, you create a frivolous, vain culture that worships the material plane, this cage that entraps our souls. It is our solemn duty to end the schemes of the demiurge's puppets where they stand.

You: With all due respect, ma'am, I really don't see how being able to have cat ears stops us from contemplating the divine.

L: Tell me, scientist, how did you devise the Genetic Cauldron in the first place?

Her fingers probe my mind, and she pulls it out of my throat. I gag painfully, and it all comes out at once.

You: It was all revealed to me in a dream, where an asteroid headed from the direction of Algol split into three parts... Two flew away, and one struck me in the head. And when I woke up, I drew and wrote and drew and wrote and couldn't stop. I didn't even eat for those three weeks, and when I was done, it all worked perfectly. Even I sometimes have trouble understanding how it works inside when it's so easy to use, like those doggone Apple tablets.

L: And that's where the difference between you and our boss ends. We seek to liberate humanity from the corrupt material world and its vices, while you seek to enslave us to it, while telling us that we have mastered it! And in the end, we will be no more than prisoners who have been handed paintbrushes to decorate our cells.

You: But that's no excuse for taking hostages, you gnostic gangsters!

L: And in the end of your dream, two asteroids were swallowed by the sun. Only one remained.

She's right. And if all this prophecy baloney is real, that asteroid is gonna be yours.

>>4663002
You dart towards their captive. A shelf tips over, and hundreds of cat food cans slam into you. Yet your incredible strength perseveres. You brave right through it like an Antarctic explorer passing through a blizzard. Finally, you reach the captive and pick her up in your arms, shielding her from the onslaught of flying objects.

Gunshots ring out, and two gangsters lose focus as they topple to the ground. Jonas blows the smoke from his pistol. Then his arm violently convulses as one of the three still standing seizes telekinetic control of it. Jonas sputters and groans as he desperately tries to resist it.

> Smash through the glass doors with Jonas and the captive in your arms
> Maul the rest of the psychics and throw the captive at Jonas.
> Write In

*I don't get many replies overnight, so apologies for the relatively railroady set of options

>>4663003
>Smash through the glass doors with Jonas and the captive in your arms
no worries QM, fun story even if it's a crazy Pychics vs Furries tale

>>4663003
>> Smash through the glass doors with Jonas and the captive in your arms

>>4663003
>> Maul the rest of the psychics and throw the captive at Jonas.

>>4663003
>Maul the rest of the psychics and throw the captive at Jonas.

>>4663003
>Maul the rest of the psychics and throw the captive at Jonas.

>>4663003
>> Maul the rest of the psychics and throw the captive at Jonas.

>>4663003
> Maul the rest of the psychics and throw the captive at Jonas.
Embrace our violent instincts

>>4663219
>>4663237
>>4663252
>>4663340
>>4663347
>Maul the rest of the psychics and throw the captive at Jonas.
Writing...

>>4663408
Suddenly your throat runs dry. You hear your own heart beating, your own blood flowing. A wave of animal instinct takes over. Before you know it, all hell goes loose. Fortunately, you retain just enough rational thought to plan your attack.

You knock over several shelves and they fall over each other like dominoes, trapping one of them under the heap, but he just barely manages to crawl out. Then you pick up a scratching post and swing it furiously at the psychic who's telekinetically manipulating Jonas's arm, and he smashes against the wall, bleeding profusely.

With all your might, you toss the captive at Jonas. She flies over her devastated store, screaming. Jonas barely manages to catch her. He fires a few more shots amid the confusion of the fight, but then you make it clear that this is your fight now. As soon as he realizes it, he runs out of the store and to the streets.

Winded from exhaustion, you dodge fireballs and sudden discharges of electricity fired by the remaining two. Luciana leaps in, and takes a swing at you. She smashes a concrete column behind you, causing a section of the wall to cave in. You narrowly dodge the falling debris. From there on, it's bare handed fisticuffs. And you shouldn't have underestimated her. With punches like that, she's probably using telekinesis on herself.

You get hit in the floating ribs by a stray lightning bolt, and your muscles stiffen up and convulse. It's like your insides are doing the tango, and it hurts like hell. This gives Luciana an opening. She lands a kick to your collarbone, and you're almost thrown off your feet.

She drives you back into a corner. But in the room's darkness you brush against a pet trampoline. You leap backwards with all your might, and spring off the trampoline, kicking Luciana in the forehead so hard she collapses to the ground. God damn! It's leaning diagonally, no wonder it has so much bounce. So much bounce, in fact, that it sends you right across the room, and each foot into the faces of the remaining psychics.

You flee the room, panting and frightened. You don't have your phone on you, because you trust Caroline and Emma, who have already ran the hell away, have called the police.

The rest of the day is spent improving your secret lab's security, and making the passcode twenty digits longer. That should do it. At first, you questioned the need for putting your labs it twenty storeys underground. But now that you have some real enemies, it occurs to you just how little you've prepared for this situation.

At the end of the day, you receive another call. You brace yourself if this turns out to be another kind of psychic attack.

G: Helloooo!

You: Who is this?

G: It looks like you did a number on our rookies. Turns out they thought they could handle you in advance.

You: H.... holy sh... why can't you just...

G: Relax! I'm not with 'em. My dad is their boss, and he always wants me to join in on their gnostic bullshit. But I don't buy it.

>>4663443
You: What do you want? Is this another threat?

G: No, not at all. I'm not interested in destroying your machine. What I want to do is use it. Because I want you to transform me into the most majestic of creatures.

You: Funny enough, I was actually thinking of bribing a zookeeper to collect the DNA off a lion.

G: I don't mean a lion... If you wanna take this deal, I will only tell you what I wanna become *after* you agree to let me help you. Then you have to fulfil your end of the deal.

You: Got it.

G: Being the heir of the Forzamentalo Family, I know a lot of things. Choose one, and pick wisely.

> Their recruitment office and its tactics
> Their secret base
> Their hidden training facility
> The crimes they are involved in
> The meaning of your dreams

>>4663452
>> The crimes they are involved in
we can turn them into the FBI and have the system take them down for us

This is the theme song of the Forzamentale Crime Family: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jGKNaIXtBZQ

>>4663464
ayeeee, I'll go with this

>>4663468
10/10 mate

>>4663452
>The meaning of your dreams

We were divinely inspired? Gnostic God is real? WHAT? The government and criminal world pale in comparison to such a scientific/supernatural revelation.

>>4663452
>> The crimes they are involved in
>their secret base
>their recruitment office and it’s tactics

>>4663452
>The meaning of your dreams

>>4663452
>The meaning of your dreams
Everything else we can discover on our own

>>4663452
>The meaning of your dreams
This guy seems based enough not to fuck us over. Clearly they want to become the ultimate lifeform, a slime girl!

>>4663452
>the meaning of your dreams
I need to know more about how this machine's design was gifted to me.

>>4663452
>> The crimes they are involved in
Hope the feds do this right

>>4663500
> "Choose one, and pick wisely"

The crimes they are involved in:
>>4663464
>>4663500
>>4663723

> The meaning of your dreams
>>4663498
>>4663505
>>4663510
>>4663558
>>4663596

Dream interpretation wins!

Writing...

>>4664065
You: I want to know what my dreams mean. I'm guessing you're a psychic, so you might know a little about this.

G: Well, two other people received the same dream. Those being my dad, and my dad's friend. Those meteorites represent three pieces of sacred knowledge gifted to us from the astral plane. There will be trials and tribulations, and the end only one of them is going to be applied to society. Now, i'm not so sure about you, but my dad believes the Monad was the one who told him how to give himself and others psychic powers.

You: And if he got his from the Monad, then who gave me mine? God?

G: Quite the opposite. The Demiurge. The bad guy of Gnosticism, who keeps us locked up on earth. So basically, he thinks you represent the world, which also means you stand for everything that's wrong with it, which is also the world. To him, mankind has been going on a steady downward path spiritually, and if your technology becomes mainstream, it will keep going that way.

You: Aw, I was never one for religion. And you also mentioned a third meteorite?

G: That was the dream of my dad's ally, the head of the Diomacchina Crime Family, a cyborg syndicate that rules the other side of town. Let me be real here, I don't know much about them except they're all about consciousness uploading, some nerd shit I never got my head wrapped around. Dad isn't so friendly with them, but he thinks they can coexist to an extent.

You: I also remember that the asteroids all came from one point. Why is that?

G: Dunno, not sure. Maybe it's not the demiurge or the monad. Some kind of alien lifeform, maybe. I'm just telling you what my Dad told me.

You: Thanks for your help. So what would you like to be turned into?

G: Let me just say it'll be pretty hard for you...

You: A slimegirl? No problem! I think a slime mold or a snottite will do just fine, just you wait.

G: Nah! I don't wanna be a slimegirl.

Y: But you can change your shape into anything else, and...

G: None of that gaff! I've thought this out for years. I want to be a fucking dragon! I want to sit on top of a hoard of treasure and burn the countryside to ashes!

You: A dragon!? Come to think of it, I do have an experimental work in progress segment that allows me to infuse multiple genomes into a single subject, but at this point it isn't so safe...

> Which combination of species would make up a dragon? Us the scientific names, be specific!

>>4664099
Phrynosoma orbiculare (Horned Lizard)
Taricha granulosa (Rough-skinned Newt)
Aquila chrysaetos (Golden Eagle)
There aren't really any animals I know of that breathe fire, so I can't help you with that currently. It might change in the future, as I've only just started experimenting with the cauldron

>>4664099

Guess we're heading to the museum to steal some dino DNA...

Titanosauria
Komodo dragon
T-rex (minus the arms)
Alligator
Bombardier Beetle (there is no animal in nature that can produce fire, but this can spray hot liquid)
Hylaeosaurus
Pterodactyl (for wings)

Too lazy to google scientific names

>>4664114

Ask if this dude can use his rich-boi connections to get us into zoos/museums for our endeavor

>>4664099
So there are these forms of life that live off of DEEP ocean thermal vents and they can withstand pretty high temperatures iirc, there's also tardigrades, but I'm not sure how we'd transfer the heat resistance over either way. We don't want our newly made dragon roasting from the inside after all...

>>4664114
Would that work? Most bones in museums are in the storage room for security reasons, but if we got a splice of a chameleon it would probably be easy business.

>>4664134

Which is why we do this >>4664117

Or the chameleon thing here >>4664127 so we can do an old-fashioned heist.

Either works

>>4664114
Then there's size, it'll take a lot of materials to build a cauldron for an adult dragon. Not to mention somehow ordering the chemicals for the goo in enough quantities while also not being suspicious, but we can cross that bridge when we come to it.

>>4664139

Yeah, we can either cross that bridge when we get to it, or we could possibly synthesize a goo with a delayed transformation effect.

>>4664114
Supporting

>>4664139
>>4664201
OR plug in something like a lobster with armor and theoretically-unlimited growth potential. Start human-sized, grow bigger every year?

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>4664114
>>4664117
>>4664127
>>4664134
>>4664135
>>4664139
>>4664201
>>4664208
>>4664284
> 1. Ask if this dude can use his rich-boi connections to get us into zoos/museums for our endeavor

> 2. but if we got a splice of a chameleon it would probably be easy business

>>4664520
> 1. Ask if this dude can use his rich-boi connections to get us into zoos/museums for our endeavor
Writing...

>>4664523
>>4664523
You pause for a moment. When you first built the Genetic Cauldron, you had only envisioned things like kemonomimi, monstergirls and furries. But what this person is asking of you is likely the largest undertaking you've ever done in your life. But if it's for the sake of your dream, you'll do it no matter the cost. The American entrepreneurs and eccentrics of the 19th century went to extreme lengths to achieve their goals. And if you want to be anything near them, then you'll accept their challenge.

You: You do realize that there is no animal in nature that can produce flames?

G: I'm all good with that! Just make me spit poison instead.

You: Perfect. And if you really want the authentic dragon look, that would mean I got my hands on dinosaur DNA. And that's not very easy to come by these days.

G: Unless you get it from the museum. And lucky for you, the curator's son owes me a solid.

You: I'm just concerned... I won't be able to swab dry bones. I'll have to whittle them somewhat, with a file. The shavings will do.

G: They won't notice you if you sprinkle a little bit of chameleon into your DNA.

You: Hey... Great idea! I think they have some at the zoo.

G: No problem. I've sent three thousand dollars to your bank account. Go bribe the zookeepers, and when you're done, call me back. And if I like it, I can help you out some more when we meet in person. Godspeed.

Your mysterious benefactor hangs up. That person seems very sure of themselves. For some reason, you can't help but admire that. Maybe it's because not many people have put their faith in you, even though this particular individual clearly has an agenda.

You spend multiple days trying to synthesize a fast acting version of the chimerization goo in the Genetic Cauldron. It's highly unstable, and probably won't work the way you want it to. It has a 7% chance of horribly backfiring, but some sacrifices must be made. It's so concentrated that you can only produce a vial of it. But that's all you need: just splash it on yourself, lather yourself up real good, and bam, instant transformation.

>>4664551
In the evening, you drive to the zoo in your other car, this time wearing dark blue shades and a sophisticated wig borrowed from your friend who makes prosthetics for movies. Before going out, you lined it with a thin layer of bimetallic foil: one side is aluminum, and the other side is lead. That way you don't let off any kind of telepathic signature that lets the Forzamentalo Crime Family track you down.

The zoo is so hectic, with random people just milling about, that it allows you to go around and casually ask three zookeepers if they can swab their lizards' mouths for you. You pay them each a hundred dollars for their trouble and pocket the rest. They do as you say with little hesitation. Money is money. Thanks, generous phone caller.

You have four DNA samples now: Komodo monitor, alligator, chameleon and bombardier beetle. That should cover all the species that aren't extinct yet. The rest of your dragon recipe lies in the genomes of 4 dinosaurs.

You: Hey, man. About this... museum tour.

G: I fed the administration some bullshit about you being a paleologist. But they still won't accept you taking bone clippings.

You: I've got a way around that. Ciao!

He hangs up without saying goodbye. You don't have a "way around that". Stupid of you to assume you could come up with a plan on the spot! But maybe you can.

When you arrive at the museum, you tell the woman at the reception your name, and a middle aged professor beckons you across the main hall and to a pair of massive dark wood doors openable only by a key the size of your forearm.

And even then, he has to stand on a footstool to reach the keyhole. As a mad scientist, you get the whole "majestic and foreboding" thing, but if you ever make your lab any bigger, you'll never bring that to the point of impracticality.

You zone out as he drones on about archaeological facts he expects you to know the context of. For the next ten minutes you pretend to be interested, taking photographs for no reason and nodding quietly. But all the while, you're thinking of where to use your chameleon serum.

You have 4 test tubes on you and a file in your trenchcoat.

> How do you steal the bone shavings?

> Also, roll 1d100 to see how well the heist goes

Rolled 52 (1d100)

>>4664554
>> How do you steal the bone shavings?
>> Also, roll 1d100 to see how well the heist goes

Use Chameleon DNA to sneak off to the storage room

Rolled 76 (1d100)

>>4664554
What >>4664866 said. Create an opening by asking to use the restroom.

>>4664554
>>4664866
+1

Rolled 62 (1d100)

>>4664945
Shit. Actually rolling......

Rolled 73 (1d100)

>>4664884
Supporting

Rolled 12 (1d100)

>>4664884
supporting!

>>4665017
I believe I just fucked us, everyone. Terribly sorry.

>>4665017
Nice.

is there a way to unfuck this up?

>>4665017
Relax, it's usually Bo3 or the aggregate

ok good. now we wait.

also, why havent we done the first part of the quest name? we have twisted our DNA to the extreme, but we have not gender bended.... anyone. we have failed as anons here. we have not truely experienced our goal of becoming the monstergirl. Well, we became a seagull man, but that counts for half. Further more, we have not shared this gift with anyone but ourselves! Besides, sharing IS caring, after all.

ALSO, we are dealing with a psychic crime family here, so we should make it so we are not outmatched. 2 to a whole fucking psychic crime family is really unbalanced, even if one of the two is a dragon.

>>4665051
>t. didn't read the quest

fuck i missed it.
we did it earlier. whoops
still, where are the Monstergirls man.
also back up is still a good idea.

>>4665117
So far, no one has accepted our request to be a slimegirl

More monstergirls would not be a bad thing. And we need more futanaris. they are the best of both genders god damn it!

>>4665120
thank you friend, that is also a good point. We need slimegirls!

>>4665051
> Caroline
> Emma
> Jonas
> Every single person who signed up for MC's twenty dollar goo spa

I've come down with a cold, so apologies if i'm a little slow

>>4664866
>>4664884
>>4664945
>>4665025
What he said. ^^

>>4665120
>>4665139
>>4665132
I agree iwth you.

> What >>4664866 said. Create an opening by asking to use the restroom.

> 62

>>4665428
Writing...

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>>4665435
You: Sir, if you don't mind i'd like to go to the restroom for the meantime.

P: No problem. I'll wait here.

He sits down on the nearest bench. You scuffle over to the bathroom at the other side of the hall. It's large and spacious in here, and immaculately clean compared to the public bathrooms anywhere else in the city. The air is thick with disinfectants that make your eyes water, and the ground is somewhat sticky, having been mopped ten minutes ago. Even the toilet bowl looks so clean you'd drink from it if there were no vending machines around.

But that's not what you're here for. You check the room for any bugs. Then you remove your clothes. The trench coat comes off first, then your shoes and socks. After that you take off your shirt, pants, and underwear. Then you put your hands on your hips and look at yourself in the mirror. You should install one right in front of the Genetic Cauldron in your lab, that would really help.

You take the vial from your trenchcoat that's lying on the closed toilet seat, unscrew it, and splash it all over yourself. Then you lather it over your skin, making sure not a single square inch is uncovered, with the meticulousness of an albino applying sunscreen. Even the soles of your feet are covered.

Twelve seconds later, the effect kicks in. It's nowhere as pleasant as being in the Cauldron, but this will do. You feel your bones and muscles warping and reforming, your skin bunching up into scales.

When you synthesized the goo, you set the machine to Setting #3, because you feared any less would allow human skin to show up. In this situation, you won't even abide a little bit.

You squat and hyperventilate as your spine elongates, forming a long and curly lizard tail. Even your legs have changed shape, gaining extra joins that make it more suited for climbing than walking. Even you head has partially changed shape.

The first thing you notice is that you feel dreadfully cold. What's more, your body isn't heating up. You feel the desperate, primal urge to seek out a source of warmth, so you turn on the hot tap and heat yourself up.

You even consider putting your clothes back on for a moment, but then you realize that you're cold blooded. And since the purpose of clothes is to insulate heat, they wouldn't keep you warm at all, since you don't have any body heat in the first place.

So instead you lean your semi reptilian head in the sink and cup your hands below the hot water faucet, and start drinking it profusely. There you go. Aaaaaah.... The heat makes you feel invigorated.

>>4665490
Suddenly, you hear the door open. You dart into a bathroom stall with blinding speed. The first thing the man notices is the goo on the ground.

M: Ugh. The hell? The hell is this stuff?

Luckily for you, he doesn't go any further than that. He just steps over the puddle, which is draining into the floor through the grate and goes into the stall next to you. You're paralyzed with fear. Your genitals withdraw into your body. You wait, curled up on the toilet seat, waiting for him to leave. But then the stall door swings open, and now the lock is out of your reach.

Well, you think, time for another "cryptid sighting". But as he finishes his business, he walks out of the bathroom completely unaware of you. As he walks past, you see the opened bathroom stall you're in reflected in the mirror... And three seconds later, you make out yourself, or at least your outline. It appears that the color of your scales matched that of the toilet and the wall *so perfectly*, that he didn't notice. And you were too scared to notice your colour change.

You walk along the bathroom stalls, watching yourself in the mirror. Even as you move by one to another, your scales change their colour to match them, and you're not even doing it on purpose. How useful!

Your lead foil lined wig is now a liability. You stick that, along with all your clothes, into a plastic bag and lean it against the wall in hopes that nobody steals them. Then, you take out your file and four test tubes.

Which one do you go for first?

> Titanosauria: In a massive room with a mezzanine that's very close to the skeleton's head, perhaps in jumping distance if you're careful
> T Rex: Stored in a room that's absolutely filled with tourists for most of the day. It is surrounded by a lot of interactive displays intended for children.
> Hylaeosaurus: A low roofed room with elaborate panoramic displays depicting this dinosaur's environment.
> Pterodactyl: In a very tall room, hanging from the roof by some chains. There is fake grass on the ground and the walls are painted sky blue.

>>4665512
Pterodactyl. Climb climb says lizard brain.

>>4665490
>> Pterodactyl: In a very tall room, hanging from the roof by some chains. There is fake grass on the ground and the walls are painted sky blue.

>>4665260

i know i fucked this up man.

>>4665512
um.... enie meenie minnie mo, fuck it, Pterodactyl time here we go.

do we have to roll to make sure we dont accidently pull down the pterodactyl? the change in weight could make it unstable.

>>4665512
>> Titanosauria: In a massive room with a mezzanine that's very close to the skeleton's head, perhaps in jumping distance if you're careful
This seems like the safest choice for now. We work up to everything else, and then go for T. Rex after hours.

>>4665512
>> Titanosauria: In a massive room with a mezzanine that's very close to the skeleton's head, perhaps in jumping distance if you're careful

>> Pterodactyl: In a very tall room, hanging from the roof by some chains. There is fake grass on the ground and the walls are painted sky blue.

Might as well get the lizard wings first

>>4665682
Supporting

bad news: chameleons do not have sticky feet.

how high up is the pterodactyl? just wondering.

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>>4665755
Ten meters.

>>4665512
Pterodactyl. not sure if wings could properly hold the frame of a t-rex.

>>4666136
Make em' BIG. Or make the bones hollow, but that's no fun.

Pterodactyl:
>>4665517
>>4665529
>>4665599
>>4665682
>>4666136

Titanosauria:
>>4665666
>>4665667

Pterodactyl wins!

>>4666142
Writing...

>>4666142
Damn. let's hope we don't die

>>4666146
The first thing any dragon should have is wings. That's why you're headed to the pterodactyl display. There are surprisingly few people in this huge and echoey room. At first you worry the chains suspending it from the ceiling won't be enough to hold your additional weight, but the chains seem thick enough.

You look at the palms of your hands and cling to the wall. They're surprisingly sticky, kind of like suction cups. You keep climbing and climbing, every time you encounter a cloud painted on it, a section of your body changes colour accordingly, and keeps doing so as you move upwards. Then you reach out with your tail and wrap it around the pterodactyl's jaw.

You have kept the test tubes and file in your armpit. It's really difficult to remove them like this, given your unfamiliarity with this body. But just as you gently place the file against the pterodactyl's beak, it does something you never could have anticipated.

The pterodactyl skeleton thrashes around on its joints, flailing around everywhere and knocking things over. The three or four people in this room run away screaming while you're being swung around like a ragdoll. Your tail hurts like hell, so you try to detach it, only to remember that of all lizard species, chameleons cannot detach or regrow their tails! Christ on a cracker, does the Forzamentalo Family have a necromancer on their side, of all things?

If not for the chains giving way, lodging out a piece of concrete with them, you would have lost your tail and died a horrible death by exsanguination. The concrete smashes through a ribcage or two, and it loses its balance, throwing you against the wall. Reeling with pain, you try to get back on your feet.

The pterodactyl skeleton is a horrific sight. It swings its chains around, smashing holes in the sky painted walls. yet it's so powerful and wild you can't help but stare. It's like looking at a car crash in slow motion.

> Blast it with the fire extinguisher! Eat foam!
> Lead the pterodactyl into a narrow space so that it gets stuck. Then you can file off some bone shavings into your test tube.
> Use camouflage to sneak inside of it with your reptilian dexterity so you can hide inside its ribcage. That way you can use your spit to glue its joints.
> Write In

>>4666157
>> Lead the pterodactyl into a narrow space so that it gets stuck. Then you can file off some bone shavings into your test tube.
This also has the bonus of clearing out the museum so we can get the other shavings. I just hope the other ones are animated as well.

You know. Second I think of that old ass VN I watched someone else play as a teen because I had nothing better to do, I find this popped up...Christ, why's it seem like anything I think of from the past seems to come back in one way or another shortly after?

Anyway, Fire extinguisher won't work, at least the way it's described being used anyway, it has no lungs or eyes because it's a skeleton. The camo shouldn't work either, because, again, it's a skeleton and as such has no eyes. Realistically, best thing is option two, leading it into a tight spot. Then maybe taking a fire extinguisher and bashing it over the head with it to get a chip of bone.

>>4666181
Supporting

>>4666146
Narrow space.

>>4666157
Narrow space

>>4666157
> Lead the pterodactyl into a narrow space so that it gets stuck. Then you can file off some bone shavings into your test tube.

>>4666223 made a solid case.

side note, we will need to book it to the other 3 specimens when we get the bone shavings from the pterodactyl. It's only a matter of time before someone calls the police about an animated skeleton. or four animated skeletons. hope that it is only this one that is alive.

>>4666223
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9WTayhd8ySw&list=PLM_Q5A047vBV4lbYzUlN4lCpx6UuZUSp4

I watched this playthrough as well as TheRPGMinx's half a decade ago.

> Christ, why's it seem like anything I think of from the past seems to come back in one way or another shortly after?

Because the world is turning to shit, and the media wants us to know it as much as possible. That's why nostalgia is more prominent than ever before: because we didn't know the past was the best we'd ever have.

Or we're just running out of good ideas. GBDNATE was totally shameless with how fetishistic and bizarre it was, which is frankly the kind of audacity I admire.

>>4666181
>>4666223
>>4666282
>>4666286
>>4666290
>>4666382

Narrow Space: Unanimous!

>>4666848
Writing...

Everyone, remember, we need to book it after we get the first sample. The police will swarm this place soon, so we have to get the other three samples as quick as possible.

>>4666849
Fuck it, you think to yourself let's get out as quickly as possible! You don't know how this thing is sensing you, but given how the rest of its organs've rotted away millions of years ago. But you're not risking to throw away your life in an attempt to flex your camoflage!

You leap out the doors, following after the screaming tourists, and the pterodactyl skeleton orients itself, making no noise as it knocks over various other displays and signs, not even the rattling of its bones. Then you make it halfway through the tunnel out, where the walls have pictures of Jurassic rainforests. It lunges out at you but its head gets stuck in the doorway. No matter how hard it struggles it can't get out.

Just looking at it banishes your fear. Nonchalantly, you walk up to it and file away at its beak. Then you brush its bone shavings into your test tube. And then you just walk away. Easy as pie.

The pterodactyl's skull detaches, and slides towards you with startling speed as though it is being pushed by an invisible force. Before it can catch up to you, you bolt immediately, sprinting away on all fours.

That pterodactyl skull relentlessly chases you into the Titanosaur exhibit, snapping its jaws at you like some kind of demented Pac-Man. There's nobody in the room, given the fiasco that just happened in the pterodactyl exhibit.

Since it can only slide, you suppose the stairs leading up to the mezzanine might hinder its pursuit. And it does. It slams so hard against the bottom stairs that its jaw dislodges and bone fragments spill over the carpet. Even then, it's flapping about impotently, trying to get back on its right side up again.

> Travel upstairs and jump onto the skeleton. You can make it.
> Use the wall to get to the Titanosaurus.
> There's a ladder leaning against one wall, use it because that's safer
> Write In

>>4666883
> Travel upstairs and jump onto the skeleton. You can make it.

we have to parkour our way to the other 3 samples. While dangerous, it is, if done correctly, one of the fastest ways to get from Point A to Point B..... to Point C to point D. Remember, we have to act as if the cops are about to bust through the door at any moment, as we have no idea if they were called.

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>>4666895
Seconded.

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>>4666895
>Travel upstairs and jump onto the skeleton. You can make it.

HARDCORE PARKOUR

>>4657890
>You love monstergirls.
>Ever since you were twelve years old, you've snuck into furry and anime conventions without your parents knowing.
Oh boy, this is off to a great start.

>>4666895
Supporting hope we dont die

>>4667083
so, what do you want to do. the fate of our hero/villan/morally grey focus character is in our hands. also, right now we are getting dinosaur DNA samples from living skeletons to attempt to make a hybrid genome to turn a member of a psychic crime family into a dragon. this quest gets places fast.

so far 4 people are for parkoring off the dinosaur. dont know when the next update will be but i hope we don't die.

>>4666895
>>4666912
>>4666938
>>4667090
>Travel upstairs and jump onto the skeleton. You can make it.
Writing...

>>4666883
> Travel upstairs and jump onto the skeleton. You can make it.
Jurassic Park-our!

>>4667251
>>4667251
The marble stairs are huge, broad and covered with dense carpet. They feel weird on your scales, and so does the brass stair rail. When you make it to the top of the stairs, the Titanosaurus is within jumping distance. They say chameleons aren't such great jumpers: but a 4 inch creature jumping a few feet seems like a long way to you. Just as you bend your legs, a gunshot sounds out from behind you.

You look over your shoulder and see a gangster sitting on a white plastic chair. He wears a pinstripe suit decorated with bones, like some tacky halloween costume. Just as he loads another bullet, you get on top of the mezzanine railing and jump off the platform, landing on the Titanosaur's back, clinging to its vertebrae by your sticky finger pads. This turns out to be a bad move.

That gangster, who you'll call the necromancer for the time being, furrows his eyebrows nonchalantly, and the Titanosaur goes berserk. It slams against the wall, almost crushing you against an air conditioner. The necromancer curses in disappointment and makes the Titanosaur stand up on its hind legs in an attempt at shoving you into the ceiling fan.

One of the blades chafes your skin, cutting you over and over again, spraying blood all over your face and down your torso and left leg. You cling to the vertebrae for your life, squealing with pain as the ceiling fan rends your skin. The pain is too much, and you lose your grip. Suddenly you fall into the Titanosaur's ribcage.

N: Well! As much as I hate waste such a fine skeleton...

He fires a series of shots that all miss, only chipping the skeleton. The chips fly at you, and try to force themselves into your hands. They start to bruise. You grit your teeth, still clinging to its ribcage. The chips have drawn blood, yet you refuse to loosen your grip. So the necromancer sighs in resignation and makes the Titanosaur march up to him as he descends the Mezzanine. He loads another bullet.

N: Did you have to make it *that* hard for us?

oh shit

>>4667281
You: Yeah. And i'll make it harder, just for you.

Pressing your lips together, you divert most the willpower invested in your hands and feet to the pigments that run in your scales. Now you feel more than ever that you're totally invisible. You look at your arm and can't even see yourself. That's how elaborate your camouflage is.

The necromancer fires at you nonetheless, and misses by a long shot. He mutters angrily.

N: Don't bring poison, he said. Make sure to only kill one person, he said. Well, look where that got me. Fuck that limp dicked pansy ass piece of shit boss!

So instead of shooting you again, he raises his arms and a T rex skeleton storms into the room. It takes a massive bite out of the Titanosaur's ribcage. And when it's got the ribs out of the way, it lunges at you, only to barely miss. But when it does so again, you intentionally jump out of the ribcage so you land inside its mouth. It tries to chew, but every bite misses. Meanwhile, you're lying down and quietly filing away at its molar. T rex sample, acquired!

N: Where's the blood? Where the fuck's your blood?

He fires another two shots, dislodging the thing's jaw while you're filing. As you grab on to its upper skull, you barely manage to catch your file and test tubes with your chameleon feet. While you hang there, you stick your supplies back in your mouth.

But unfortunately, it disorients you and you lose focus, and your camouflage gets a bit off. He fires again, and this time it makes the skull fall apart. Before it does, though, you swing back, and launch yourself towards the Hylaeosaurus room.

The necromancer chases after you, and shoots at you again twice, only managing to explode some poor tourist's drink and cause an educational sign to fall over, terrifying a group of visiting schoolchildren.

With an ear piercing scream, the necromancer animates the Hylaeosaurus and it swings its terrifying spiked tail towards you. It smashes a glass case, and you hide under a table to dodge the shards. It does so again, this time a downward strike, and you roll to the side as the floor caves in, revealing the sewers. It hit the ground so hard, it fell apart somewhat, and there's bone dust in the air. You take this opportunity to hold out your empty test tube for a while to collect some of it.

>>4667322
You jump into the sewer. The necromancer explodes into a violent rage, jumping up and down and frothing at the mouth as police sirens blare in the distance, amid the screaming and clamoring of the museum's staff and visitors.

The sewer fucking stinks, and there are rats and centipedes everywhere. Since all your test tubes are full and you can't risk mixing your DNA samples, you don't take the opportunity to gather any more. You get out of the sewers and start walking to the university. Right now you have everything you need to make the dragon your benefactor wanted...

Except for the Titanosaur DNA! You slap your face with two bloody palms. But then you look at them. You pull out the bone chips, wash them in a nearby drinking fountain, and walk naked and unnoticed back to your laboratory.

That was a close shave. Now, how to present our benefactor with the hybrid serum...?

> Send a fast acting vial of goo to his PO box
> Invite him over for the full experience. Ensure that the goo is synthesized with a delayed reaction effect
> Drop it in a public place and tell him where it is, the way drug dealers do
> Arrange to meet him for a quick meal in a nearby fastfood restaurant
> Introduce him to your friends
> Write In

>>4667355
> Arrange to meet him for a quick meal in a nearby fastfood restaurant
> Invite him over for the full experience. Ensure that the goo is synthesized with a delayed reaction effect
We can discuss the treatment over food. I may be a mad scientist, but that doesn't mean I can't be polite.

>>4667355
>> Arrange to meet him for a quick meal in a nearby fastfood restaurant

Once we get his measure, THEN

> Invite him over for the full experience. Ensure that the goo is synthesized with a delayed reaction effect

>>4667362
>>4667374

support

>>4667374
> get his measure
What do you mean by that

>>4667501
Learn what makes him tick. Size him up. Ensure we can trust him with the location of our base.

>>4667374
Supporting too

>>4667362
>>4667374
>>4667406
>>4667588
> Arrange to meet him for a quick meal in a nearby fastfood restaurant
> Invite him over for the full experience. Ensure that the goo is synthesized with a delayed reaction effect
Writing...

>>4667657
You make an agreement to meet this person at lunch tomorrow. Until then, you fiddle with your machine. God damn, it's so complicated. You look through your blueprints and notes and can only half understand them, like a math question you know how to do but can't actually mentally picture in your head.

But nonetheless, you've added an entirely new interface, which is for tinkering with the effects of the goo. This is highly experimental, so you keep working on it through the night. And so one morning you get it right. You pull the lever down, and the Genetic Cauldron starts to stream goo very, very slowly. It takes time to make one of the modified variants, because you can't afford to mess this up. Not that you have, you reassure yourself.

As part of one of your experiments, splash a vial on a chimera labrat and record it in a cage for two hours. Sure enough, it spontaneously draconifies within three seconds. You watch it flutter for five minutes before it turns loose its bombadier beetle breath on another one, and the smell makes you wish you invented a teleporter so you could have a window in your underground laboratory. You turn it back to its original state shortly after.

Your benefactor didn't specify whether they wanted to just have dragon wings or be an actual dragon. So you decide to talk that out with them over a burger and some chips. Meeting them in person was done on purpose: you can't exactly trust them as of now, despite their wealth: they are the heir of the Forzamentalo Family, after all.

When you go there, you hone in on a person wearing an wig like yours, only this one isn't anywhere near as well made. It's lead lined, no doubt, to block out any telepathic probing.

G: Hey, it's you! Do you have a potion or a syringe?

You: Not really. I don't like needles. I figured you should have it done the traditional way.

G: Thanks. You're a real life saver.

You: You ever join in on the family business?

G: For one week. See, we psychics also use tanks like you. Only that they're meant to keep you in your own head. Really boring, too, so we gotta put some LSD in our systems to get it going. Most of us come out with powers, and the one I got was fortune telling.

You: Precognition?

G: Yeah! Will you be mad if I tell you how I was... involved in looking for you?

You: No, not at all. Spill the beans, go ahead.

>>4667677
G: Frank wasn't the one to scan your mind. He thought you were a schizophrenic not worth dealing with, so he kept you off his radar. But I was the one who told boss about it, which led to Pete mind probing the security cameras there. Sorry, man. Seemed like a good idea at the time.

You: Don't worry about it.

G: Say, I don't know how to thank you for this... Hell, i'll... Well, let me tell you this real quick. Fuck the gang. When I told boss about my prediction of you beating him, he kicked the shit out of me and locked me in the closet for two days. Didn't help that when he asked me who would win again, he had Frank crack me open and lo and behold, I didn't change my prophecy.

They sound completely sincere. You've read the most cunning liars like a book, and this guy definitely isn't one of them. Their voice becomes heavy with emotion. As they take a bite out of his cheeseburger, he notices your scrutiny.

G: I can't fight, man. I have myopia and asthma and all sorts of undiagnosed shit. Fortune telling is the only psychic power that gets your ass kicked, not kick other peoples' asses. So... If you think i'm lying, let me tell you i'd gladly get back at them the best way I can.

You: And that's...

G: I know where the isolation tanks are. I can get you some powers. And I know all the capos, and all their powers and where they live.

You raise your eyebrows. They take out a pen and write a list of names and addresses on a napkin, and they look at you, smiling. In that one smile, an ocean of vindictive hatred bubbles beneath its surface. They nudge you.

G: Pay 'em a visit, will ya?

> They're not trustworthy. Bring them to the lab in a blindfold, and when it's done send them on his way.
> Drive over to where he says the secret isolation tanks and get a power as soon as possible.
> Aw, who cares. They're a valuable asset. Bring them to the lab and show them around the place!
> Write In

>>4667680
> Drive over to where he says the secret isolation tanks and get a power as soon as possible.
> Aw, who cares. They're a valuable asset. Bring them to the lab and show them around the place!

Both of these, ideally. I can see no flaws with this plan

Also, i'll let you posters decide the first name and gender of our benefactor, because I haven't decided that yet.

>>4667693
Well, considering their words always start with G, Gloria works. Fits considering the whole dragon thing. Think you can guess what sex/gender they are by name alone.

>>4667680
>> Drive over to where he says the secret isolation tanks and get a power as soon as possible.
>> Aw, who cares. They're a valuable asset. Bring them to the lab and show them around the place!

>>4667680
>> Drive over to where he says the secret isolation tanks and get a power as soon as possible.
>> Aw, who cares. They're a valuable asset. Bring them to the lab and show them around the place!

ok, but Im saying Gia for the name. still female because I want to see some monster girls god damn it!

never mind, changing my name to greg. and if we can choose middle names, heffley. still hope we get a monster girl out of this.

>>4667803
Supporting this name

>>4667680
> Drive over to where he says the secret isolation tanks and get a power as soon as possible.
> Aw, who cares. They're a valuable asset. Bring them to the lab and show them around the place!

Transform G into a dragon first, and switch our own form to something combat-ready, just in case.

> Drive over to where he says the secret isolation tanks and get a power as soon as possible.
> Aw, who cares. They're a valuable asset. Bring them to the lab and show them around the place!

Might as well

>>4667680
>> Drive over to where he says the secret isolation tanks and get a power as soon as possible.
>> Aw, who cares. They're a valuable asset. Bring them to the lab and show them around the place!

>>4667730
>>4667802
>>4667920
>>4667940
>>4667955
Supporting
G could mean Gordon.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>4667680

>1 = Gia
>2 = Gregorio

Imma let the dice decide.

>>4667730
>>4667802
>>4667920
>>4667940
>>4667955
>>4668112
>>4668143
> Name: Gia
> Drive over to where he says the secret isolation tanks and get a power as soon as possible.
> Aw, who cares. They're a valuable asset. Bring them to the lab and show them around the place!

Transform G into a dragon first, and switch our own form to something combat-ready, just in case.

Writing...

now what form would be combat ready?

>>4668389

Dragon, of course, but come up with an excuse that we also wanna give dragonization a try.

"What kind of mad-scientist doesn't test his own serum?"

>>4668442
Seconding, we will need to take him down as quickly as possible, lest the whole lab burns down.

ok, yes, that makes sense. but i thought Gia was a girl.

>>4668518
That's what I meant