>>4889043
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>>4889043
From last thread:
> Search for occultists and mediums
> Loot the damn place, look for anything that can be used as a weapon
> Search for pseudoscientists
> Look for someone with military contacts
> Search for conspiracy theorists
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>>4889043
Kill yourself.

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>>4889049
From banging on the doors and screaming your head off, you manage to rally a decent number of people and things:

> Madame Immanuela, Fortune Teller and Medium, staggers out of her incense scented room, babbling about demons
> A souped up sawn off shotgun in your laboratory
> Frank Decker, a vocal detractor of the Mad Deadly Worldwide Communist Computer God rushes out to join you
> and your futanari friend, Jona the Gun Nut, whose father is in the military, agrees to join you but he's halfway across town

Joining you is of course, Jacob Martins, or as he likes to call himself, Phase Demon, as he can phase through matter.

Your new pals are so taken aback by this sudden turn of events that they don't realize you've transformed yourself into a girl.

You gather outside and with your collective latent psychic affinities, you know something big and nasty's coming out of that dimensional portal. Before you get in there, you and your motely gang of wackos begin to discuss the plan.

Charging it head on is out of the question. And besides, it's appearing in the middle of a residential zone. So in order to minimize the loss of life, of you agree on a more intelligent strategy.

You're going to lead it to the...

> Beach, so hopefully you can drown it
> Park, lots of fighting space, and very few people this time of year
> Carpark in front of the crappiest supermarket in town, it's so big nobody could get hurt
> River, so it slips in
> Write-In

and you're going to...

> Ask if they want to get transformed, prepare a serum for each of them so they don't have to see it
> Reveal your machine to them as if it's no big deal, you can trust them
> Keep it a secret

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>>4889090
Hang degenerate.

>>4889072
>> Beach, so hopefully you can drown it
> Ask if they want to get transformed, prepare a serum for each of them so they don't have to see it

>>4889207
If you've *seen* the kind of quests that've been archived on suptg over the years, this is absolutely *nothing* compared to them.

is our MC still a mentally broken mess with three personalities, or has that been resolved.

>>4889072
> Park, lots of fighting space, and very few people this time of year

> Ask if they want to get transformed, prepare a serum for each of them so they don't have to see it

Go brown bat for mobility and speed in the air.

Btw, I'm hyped as hell that this quest is back! Thanks for returning, QM.

QM, is our MC still mentally broken?

>>4889351
>>4889303
The "multiple personalities" thing turned out to be a big mistake, so I'm getting rid of it for good.
>>4889330
Aw, no biggie. I'll try to be a lot less railroady this time.

I'll come back in about three hours.

>>4889360
>The "multiple personalities" thing turned out to be a big mistake, so I'm getting rid of it for good.

oh thank god, looks like I am back in the quest dina, lets rock

> Park, lots of fighting space, and very few people this time of year
> Ask if they want to get transformed, prepare a serum for each of them so they don't have to see it

Poll ends at 8PM NZT

>>4889360
I hope the multiple personalities bit gets resolved narratively, too.

>>4889530
>8PM NZT
This explains so much, as to why you seem to run so late, American here, sup my new Zealand QM

>>4889575

+1

>>4889584
>>4889530

Kek. Also a 'murican. Had to look up what time it was in NZ for the hell of it.

> Beach, so hopefully you can drown it
> Ask if they want to get transformed, prepare a serum for each of them so they don't have to see it
>>4889254

> Park, lots of fighting space, and very few people this time of year

> Ask if they want to get transformed, prepare a serum for each of them so they don't have to see it
> Go brown bat for mobility and speed in the air.
>>4889317
>>4889369
Wins!
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>>4889878
Unsurprisingly, they don't take your Genetic Cauldron as some strange revelation. Madame Immanuela remarks, "Knowing you, it was no surprise you were going to invent something like that sooner or later."

Immanuela asks "I'd like the centipede one, thank you."

Frank Decker, twitching his neck like a madman, refuses. "No no no thank you."

Frank drives you two in his pickup truck to Jean Nomeberger High School. Crimson clouds swirl overhead. The clocktower explodes in a hail of plaster, rotten wood and asbestos, you cover your mouth and nose with your shirt.

From the dust cloud slithers an enormous snake with a lion's head. Immanuela trembles in the back seat, while Jacob clutches the . "Oh no... It's Sab.. Sabaoth! Step on it, Frank!"

"No!" You shout. "Get its attention, first!"

Frank swerves right in and circles the monster. And as it glances towards you, Frank stamps on the pedal so hard, it almost comes off. The city becomes a blur. He charges straight into the park, knocking over several trash cans and signs on the way. And all the while, Sabaoth is hot on your tail.

The wheel hits a speed bump so hard the car does a flip in mid air over the pavement and into the park, thankfully landing right side up. Momentum sends it skidding, carving a long furrow into the dirt, snapping a football goal in half. A sign titled "Peacedove Park" smashes through a shop window.

The door is jammed. Jacob says "Take my hand!" Everyone in the car holds hands as Jacob activates his matter phasing ability pulls them out in one go.

"What I'm about to show you is gonna make you wanna shit your pants." You warn them. "Brown Bat, Setting #3!"

Leathery wings explode from your back, tearing up your shirt. You strike a magical girl pose. "私は未来の先見者です!獣変身魔女レオラ:バットモード!"

Immanuela, Frank and Jacob all give you the same incredulous look. Immanuela splashes serum over herself, and as her legs begin to distort, she tears off her pants and hides behind a bush. She takes this far easier than Lily did. "Oh! Oh my... That does feel strange."

When she comes out, she's got antennae, and her lower half's a giant centipede. Frank's holding in vomit. "I'm alright, thank you." Immanuela says. "Now what you're seeing here isn't the Demiurge himself, but rather a physical manifestation in our universe. Calling *that* the demiurge would be like ants calling a fingernail prodding their nest a human being."

Sabaoth stretches its fangs wide and gives a mighty roar. The grass ripples and the trees lie flat.

> Carry Jacob so he can use his Phase ability to help you enter Sabaoth's body!
> Carry Immanuela and drop her on top of Sabaoth so she can bite her!
> Throw rocks and uprooted trees at Sabaoth: test your strength!
> Tear a basketball hoop from the ground and use it as a club!
> Blast Sabaoth with the full force of your Genekinesis!
> Ram the car into Sabaoth!
> Write In

>>4889584
It's unfortunate that the only places mycountry shares timezones with are Antarctica and a handful of pacific islands.

>>4889287
That's what everyone says. But I'm uninformed. Please link some, for my twisted pleasure. Links or it didn't happen.

Anyhow, I'm going to keep this poll open until 10AM NZT tomorrow.

>>4889886
In fact there's one going on right now:
>>4880552

Also these:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=monstergirl

>>4889880

> Carry Jacob so he can use his Phase ability to help you enter Sabaoth's body!
> Blast Sabaoth with the full force of your Genekinesis!

Warp this crude vessel into a cancer-riddled mess from the inside!


Also...

>"私は未来の先見者です!獣変身魔女レオラ:バットモード!"

Are... Are you GG Quest's QM?

>>4890245
support

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>>4890245

+1

>translated the japanese text
my sides

>>4890368
what does it say, anon?

>>4890508
>"I am a visionary of the future! Beast transformation witch Leona: Bat mode!"

>>4890514
goddammit

>>4890245
>GG Quest's QM?
I've never heard of that quest, but i'm probably gonna look that up. I don't know any Japanese, so i'm not sure what made you think that.

>>4890245
>>4890293
>>4890368
> Carry Jacob so he can use his Phase ability to help you enter Sabaoth's body!
> Blast Sabaoth with the full force of your Genekinesis!

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>>4890853
"Jacob..." You ask him. "Are you afraid of heights?"

"A little altitude means nothing when anything can break your fall! Let's do this!" Jacob thumps his chest.

Jacob climbs on to your shoulders and puts his arms beneath your wings, taking this as an opportunity to idly stroke your big floppy bat ears. His fingers dig into your soft brown fur. Nonetheless, you take wing as the wind blows against you: wind that you no longer feel as Jacob's Phase ability activates and all the air molecules pass through your body.

Sabaoth is a tricky target: although you hover high above him, he keeps moving out of the way, slapping multiple trees over in a fury. Your two allies pull out a pair of guns from the trunk and start firing at him, but the bullets bounce off his scaly hide.

But you find an opening and swoop down, only for him to make a counterattack. Completely ignoring Jacob's ability, you narrowly dodge it, only managing to be hit side on. The two of you land in a bush, dazed. Immanuela's tells you: "Don't worry, he isn't immune: his willpower deflected the force of your psychic attack!"

It slithers towards you, rearing its leonine head, before it's interrupted by a barrage of explosions and gunshots. You look behind you, and gouging its own muddy path into Peacedove Park is a motorcade, headed by none other than Jona, smoking three cigarettes at once, guns akimbo. "I told you to fire when I told you to! Save your ammo, for crying out loud! FIIIIIIIIIIIIIRE!!!"

Sabaoth is knocked prone. But then it gets up and charges right into the bikers, leaving a trail of destruction in its wake. Oh no. It's heading for the city centre. But before it can go there, it's interrupted by a dragon, who is none other than Gia Forzamentalo. She bites it hard in the neck and blasts it in the face with bombardier beetle juice, but that's no use.

In the chaos of the fight, the two of them level most of a city block. Gia lies flat on the rubble. This doesn't stop spectators from gathering. This is bad. But an idea occurs to you. "Hold your breath, Jacob, we're going underground!"

"I don't need to." He says.

So using his Phase ability, you swoop beneath the city, every pipe and wire visible to you, and emerge straight inside Sabaoth's body. "Gross!" You gag. "Alright, deactivate your power!"

As Jacob stops phasing, you feel the wetness of its innards slime up your clothes. A horrible acrid stench assails you. "Fuckin' barf!" Jacob holds his nose.

This does not stop your from building up your concentration. Power wells up within you. "Alright big guy, take some of THIS!"

(cont in next post.)

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>>4890925
And its wet, exposed flesh does something you never expected it to do... It erupts into an explosion of various plant and animal parts that flare out like a blossoming flower, and then a raging cancer. Grass and butterflies sprout out from the walls and floor, a monstrous chimera, though warped in form, yet so peaceful when you feel its emotions, saunters down the bloody vale. Everything happens so quickly. Life explodes into life, flying away and disintegrating.

Then all of a sudden, you're standing there looking confused in the middle of a huge crowd. Gia is lying down in human form, while Jona is cheering her ass off. She's beating her chest and hooting, three centimeters away from flopping her futanari dick out. You regret having transformed her at all: the worst kinds of men who want to be women are the ones who believe that (attractive) women can get away with everything.

But then you notice something far stranger... You don't see it, you don't hear it, but you feel it. It's like being on top of a tall building and finding out that one of the foundations gave way, then thinking that the rest of them are gonna topple one by one. The world just feels a tiny bit more dreamlike, a little unreal, a little softer, although it's a little dumb to say that this late considering what's happened to you since you made that damn invention...

Oh well, you strike another magical girl pose before the cheering crowd. You wish you still had your shirt on. You've won, the monster is dead. Business as usual.

You strike another pose, only for you to suddenly transform back into a man. What little clothes you have left are painfully ripped into a shredded mess. Your skirt stretches so tight it's on the verge of breaking, and your shoes explode as your feet expand.

In the contrived girl-voice you spent whole day working on, you squeal "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"

With your echolocation, you can physically feel each one of the crowd's laughing faces as your scream bounces off them. Can't blame them: if you were in their position, you'd have a good cackle, too.

> Take the credit for beating Sabaoth, as is your right.
> Thank Gia for defeating Sabaoth
> Thank Jona and her militia for defeating it
> Fly home as fast as possible.
> Soar right off into the clouds to make a dramatic, albeit surreal, exit
> Leave them to argue for bragging rights among themselves.
> Write In

>>4890953
>> Take the credit for beating Sabaoth, as is your right.
> Soar right off into the clouds to make a dramatic, albeit surreal, exit

>>4890953
Thank everyone for their help it was a team effort

>>4891216
I support this.

Then:

> Soar right off into the clouds to make a dramatic, albeit surreal, exit

>>4890966
>
this boi

Oops, wrong quest, sorry OP

>>4891306
>>4891308
Hahahaha np, the poll will remain open until 5 or 6PM

>>4891325
If nobody breaks the tie, or chooses something else, I'll do a coinflip by 9PM NZT.

>>4890966
>>4891259
Why risk making enemies of allies when we need support?

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>>4890966
>>4891259

vs.

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>>4891216
>>4891253
rolling...

>>4891570
> Take the credit for beating Sabaoth, as is your right.
> Soar right off into the clouds to make a dramatic, albeit surreal, exit
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>>4891571
You're not going to let these two ingrates hog all the glory. They barely did anything: come on, all Jona's gang of ammosexuals did was anger that damn thing, and Gia only bought you like, what, fifteen seconds of time. It was your genetikinesis that ended the battle.

Besides, they owe you, 'cause you were the one who made their dreams come true in the first place... for free! Your first customers could have been billionaires, for god's sake. Furries spend thousands of dollars on fetish art - just imagine how much they would have spent to become said fetish!

If you were less of a visionary and more of a sellout, you would probably be living on a private island with a harem of monstergirls right now. Selling out was such a temptation, you had to meditate for three days to prevent yourself from selling your work, even a tiny bit of it, to the world's largest corporations. Such are the costs of being an architect of history!

So, you reason to yourself, a little bit of public recognition isn't that much of a fee. They should be grateful, god damn it, that you made them what they are now in the first place. Hmph!

You look around and make sure the destroyed buildings are framing you nicely. Then you stand at the spot right where Sabaoth died, making sure that you're just in the middle of the whole scene. Then, you strike one last pose, this one significantly more masculine than the last.

Finally, you flare your wings and take off, leaving Jona, Gia, Jacob, Frank and Immanuela in the dust. They'll thank you later for landing the killing blow, you tell yourself. In reality, their reactions are more varied than you thought they were, but you're flying too fast to see any of them.

When you leave eyeshot, you fly beyond the coast, then remove your tight, ripped girl clothes and toss them into the sea. The next half an hour is spent reclining naked in the clouds. You also rub one out because hey, you really missed having one, and now you have it back.

The invigorating breeze of the upper atmosphere clears your mind until you realize the furry convention's coming up in a few days. Your defeat of Sabaoth must have had the Forzamentalos running for the hills, so you don't need to worry about them for the next few days.

Now, now.... What to do...

Choose one:
> Call Lily and tell her what happened
> Contact the organizers of the upcoming furry convention
> Collect more DNA for the Genetic Cauldron. You need as many samples as you can get. You can't go understocked. If so, say the location of where you're hunting for DNA.
> Go to the wild and use your genetikinesis on random animals. Sabaoth did not give you conclusive evidence.
> Plan a publicity stunt tomorrow morning to build up even more anticipation for the Great Reveal. People are already theorizing about it online.
> No more publicity. Your defeat of Sabaoth has had many questioning their grasp on reality. Search for Gia afterwards and ask if she knows a psychic who can erase memories.

>>4891595
>> Contact the organizers of the upcoming furry convention
>>take a day to try and ground yourself again, a lot of shit is going on, and you need to refocus on your goals

Is this the resident degenerate quest?
Does it feature vore?

>>4891595
> Collect more DNA for the Genetic Cauldron. You need as many samples as you can get. You can't go understocked. If so, say the location of where you're hunting for DNA.
The zoo, for a selection of common furry fandom animals.

>>4891781

+1

>>4891773
Not yet.

>>4891773
>vore

we don't do that here, ever

>>4892600
tfw Felarya quest when? I wanna tear those mary sue waifus apart with Exalts and shit. If the adventurers there were anything *but* egotistical, retarded 1st level AD&D characters, the whole setting would look like a different place.

Apologies for the wait.

>>4891781
>>4892136
> Collect more DNA for the Genetic Cauldron. You need as many samples as you can get. You can't go understocked. If so, say the location of where you're hunting for DNA.
> The zoo, for a selection of common furry fandom animals.

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>>4892669
This has been a long day. The boss fight was an arduous one, and you really need to take a long deserved break from superhero business before the Great Reveal. After pondering which place to visit on your day off, you eventually conclude you should go to the zoo again, because the samples you have right now sure don't cut it.

So the next day, you head for the zoo with pockets full of cash. Under your heavy jacket, you have several test tubes with swabs in them for collecting DNA. However, you only have three swabs, because you don't want to overload the Genetic Cauldron with too many samples in one go.

You swagger up to the colourfully illustrated map sign. This zoo is pretty big. It's one of the biggest in your country, so it categorizes its locations by the habitat the animals are supposed to belong to.

The zoo is also pretty darn busy. With so many people mentally shaken from the debacle yesterday, a lot of people in this town have come down here to blow off some steam. Kind of like you, in fact. So it'll be a challenge to stealthily collect those samples.

So you start thinking to yourself, what animals would furries be particularly interested in? You take a closer look at the map and plan which area you should visit first.

Choose one:
> Freshwater aquarium
> Marine aquarium
> Savanna enclosure
> Rainforest enclosure
> Taiga enclosure
> Nocturnal enclosure

>>4892689
> Savanna enclosure
Lions, hyenas, gazelles, cheetahs, zebras...

>>4892689
>> Savanna enclosure

Tigers n sheeit

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>>4892691
>hyenas

>>4892746
Exactly. We're trying to win over furries, after all, and it is GENDER BENDER DNA Twister Extreme.

>>4892916
They won't have to use the "futa" option, no siree...

Should I close the poll in 2 hours, or after that?

>>4892944
>>4892691
>>4892695
I see it's one of those slow ass weeks, so I guess that's a yes.
> Savanna enclosure
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>>4893033
As you walk into the savannah enclosures the smell of grass and dung made worse by sweltering artificial heat hits you. All the enclosures are wide, open spaces filled with long grass.

Ah, the savannah. Home to all the stereotypical zoo animals from Africa. Big, loud animals, the kind you can't find anywhere else in this country. You sit down on a bench and think to yourself, what would furries like? You are one yourself, but even you're an outlier in that fandom.

You zip around from enclosure to enclosure. You only have enough swabs to pick three out of these. Hm...! Which one...

> Lion
> Spotted hyena
> Gazelle
> Cheetah
> Honey badger
> Plains zebra
> Crocodile
> Rock python
> Green mamba
> Write In

You can choose less than three animals if you want to collect samples from the other areas.

The trouble is, unfortunately, getting inside there in the first place. All of them are tall chain link fences, and what's worse, there are a lot of people around so it's going to be hard doing anything without someone spotting you.

Sure, bribing the zookeepers worked then. But you don't want to try the same trick twice. Getting caught is likely to get you banned, and the penalty for bribery will land you in prison for a year. It's also worth noting that people are not gonna recognize you by your face if you use Setting #3.

> Crawl into the enclosure naked using Chameleon Form, Setting #2. Worked for you in the museum, that'll work for you here!
> Oh, who gives a shit bribe the tired looking zookeeper. She looks seriously underpaid.
> Sneak into the break room and bribe the stoned zookeeper with the hash you always keep in your sleeve
> Cause a stir so less people notice you. Use genekinesis on a random bird, see what happens. Hopefully it won't kill it...
> Remove all your clothes and enter each enclosure as the same animal as the one you're sampling on Setting #(1-3, you choose which one). They are less likely to attack you that way. Better yet, do it as a girl.
> Write In

I'll leave the poll open until 10PM NZT. Hopefully, I can wake up on time.

>>4893044
> Cause a stir so less people notice you. Use genekinesis on a random bird, see what happens. Hopefully it won't kill it...

>>4893175
forgot to add:
>spotted hyena

>>4893044
>Cheetah
> Oh, who gives a shit bribe the tired-looking zookeeper. She looks seriously underpaid alternatively if she is interested ask her what her favorite animal is.

>>4893044
>Lion
>Rock python
>Green mamba

>Crawl into the enclosure naked using Chameleon Form, Setting #2. Worked for you in the museum, that'll work for you here!

>>4893044
> Spotted hyena
> Gazelle
> Cheetah

> Crawl into the enclosure naked using Chameleon Form, Setting #2. Worked for you in the museum, that'll work for you here!

>>4893406


+1

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>>4893175
>>4893177
> Cause a stir so less people notice you. Use genekinesis on a random bird, see what happens. Hopefully it won't kill it...
>spotted hyena

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>>4893191
>Cheetah
> Oh, who gives a shit bribe the tired-looking zookeeper. She looks seriously underpaid alternatively if she is interested ask her what her favorite animal is.

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>>4893267
>Lion
>Rock python
>Green mamba

>Crawl into the enclosure naked using Chameleon Form, Setting #2. Worked for you in the museum, that'll work for you here!

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> Spotted hyena
> Gazelle
> Cheetah

> Crawl into the enclosure naked using Chameleon Form, Setting #2. Worked for you in the museum, that'll work for you here!

Rolling...

>>4894010
> Cause a stir so less people notice you. Use genekinesis on a random bird, see what happens. Hopefully it won't kill it...
>spotted hyena
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>>4894019
You shrug your shoulders and sigh. Well, time for one last paranormal event before the Great Reveal. So you walk around and find a vending machine right next to a bench. After buying a bag of chips, you scatter some on the ground, and a few pigeons and sparrows come fly over and fight over the scraps. Perfect.

To make sure absolutely nobody suspects you, you take out your phone. Then you start concentrating your power on one single bird. That's strange. Using your powers is a lot more easy this time. The last time you used it, shooting a beam of psychic energy was like punching someone while submerged in a tub of custard. Now it's like punching someone in a swimming pool.

Psychic frequencies radiates from your head, agitating a few of the animals in the enclosures. That's no good. You pull that in and try to keep it focused in a straight line. Amidst the fighting birds, one pigeon flies away with a piece of chip in his mouth. Right there. What happens next defies explanation.

In the blink of an eye, the pigeon suddenly transforms into what can only be described as a bird-dinosaur hybrid with a bony crest on its head, and a big paddle shaped tail. The fighting birds take wing immediately.

On the other side of the enclosure, a woman at the lion enclosure with a bewildered look on her face pokes her boyfriend. As soon as he turns around, he screams with terror and bolts.

About half the crowd flees. The other half, however, gathers around at a safe distance, behind potted plants and trash cans, taking countless photos of the damn thing. Just about everybody in the savannah section and then some has arrived to see the brand new exhibit.

You sit on the bench, frankly amazed by your own power.

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>>4894056
...Is this the power of genetikinesis? Atavism?! With this, you could turn men to apes! Sloths into megatherium! Chickens into dinosaurs!

And once more, the fires of resolve within you are renewed tenfold! For you are not only a master of the future, but a master of the past! No form in the history of earth, no, the universe, shall lie beyond the reach of humanity! Every creature that evolution has done away with now belongs to you! Yes! Ha ha ha ha ha!!! Yes!

Just like the first man to take flight, and the first man to build a skyscraper, the horizon expands far, far beyond you. Endless possibilities churn in your mind. After the Great Reveal, you think to yourself, regular creatures won't cut it now!

Sure, while the masses to be satisfied fucking each other with hyena dicks, you will lead the vanguard, experiencing the full extent of consciousness and sensation as every living being that lived lived on earth... and beyond!

Once your power trip ends, you recognize the new creature as a nominga gobiensis. Struck with intense hunger, no doubt due to its dramatically increased body mass, it pecks fiercely at the vending machine, shattering the glass.

Now you notice it's dangerously close to you, but in this state of excitement, danger means nothing to you. So you turn around and admire that huge majestic creature. Look at the size of you, you beautiful thing! How's it like being the only one of your kind in millions of years, huh?

Just as you reach out your hand to stroke its feathers, a large, middle aged man grabs you by the collar and yanks you into the crowd. He does this with ease, on account of your small frame. "Jeez, man, are you all good, mate? That thing could have taken your eye out!"

Suppressing your annoyance, you respond, "Perfectly fine." with a snarl.

The nominga gobiensis yanks its long neck out of the broken vending machine with a bag of salted nuts in its bony beak. It tears the thing open and gobbles it up. Like a bunch of monkeys watching lightning strike a log, the crowd keeps watching in astonishment. You mentally thank it for having bought you ample time.

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>>4894075
You pace around the place, checking for all the security cameras. When you're sure you've seen them all, you inspect each one of them and look up the information for the full capabilities of each model. Aspect ratio, field of vision, resolution of recording, design flaws and technical customer complaints, you look up everything you need to know the weaknesses of the camera models.

From your newly gleaned knowledge, you pull out a notebook and draw a diagram of the spotted hyena enclosure and the cameras around them. Each camera is marked, as well as their entire field of view. After this, finding out the cameras' blind spots becomes easy peasy. Your immense technical knowledge has always helped you bypass security systems, even the ones as sophisticated as the zoo's.

You salute whatever technician or engineer or IT guy set this up. Out of all the systems you've hacked and exploited via loopholes, this one was by far one of the hardest to crack. Overall, it gave you a challenge, and for that you give him mad props. If his boss finds out, that guy doesn't deserve to be fired or even demoted. He deserves a god damn promotion for giving you such a fun obstacle.

You did a great job, security technician guy. You may have accounted for everything, but you never could have accounted for Leo Moreau!

Sneaking into the hyena enclosure undetected is a matter of stepping on the right exact tiles, and climbing using the exact same links on the chain link fence. By doing so, you create an optical illusion of sorts that obscures you from the cameras. While doing this, not a single person looks at you. You don't even need to use your Chameleon form, check it out!

The hyenas just ate before you came. There's a spot of drool on the ground: you swipe that up. There. That should do it. You zip back and climb carefully off the fence.

Back at the vending machine, the nominga gobiensis has done a fucking number on that poor machine. Half of the snacks in there've been eaten up. Even the zoo staff is there, and they're too confused as to what they should do.

You have two swabs left. Time to get moving!

> Freshwater aquarium
> Marine aquarium
> Savanna enclosure
> Rainforest enclosure
> Taiga enclosure
> Nocturnal enclosure
> Fuck it, let's go for another savannah animal. Pick from here: >>4893044

>>4894111
> Marine aquarium
If we aren't getting a lion, cheetah, or gazelle, we should at least get some octopus tentacles for the furcon. Also: all the other amazing powers of an octopus for super-shenanigans.

Also:

>Consider doing something about that dinosaur before we leave

>>4894111
>> Freshwater aquarium

>>4894111
>> Rainforest enclosure

If someone doesn't break the tie, i'm going to have to do a roll by 9PM NZT.

Rolled 3 (1d3)

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>>4894119
2.
>>4894212
3.
>>4894224

>>4894386
I guess I will.
Rolling...

>>4894536
> Rainforest enclosure
(personally I would have gone for the marine aquarium, but hey, rolls are rolls, and this time i'm keeping the railroading to a minimum)
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>>4894538
You walk over to the rainforest enclosures. The syrupy smell of flowers, humidity and vegetation makes you a tad drowsy before you notice the whole thing's under one great big greenhouse.

Every enclosure is filled with trees and vegetation that's far more diverse than the last one, and is perpetually dripping with warm moisture. Overlaying every noise you hear is the constant trickling and dripping of water.

Because of this, the animals in this area are a bit harder to spot. However, they're a lot less shy, given the lack of people here, thanks to the commotion you raised. Now, let's see the catalogue...

> Emerald boa
> Jaguar
> South American Rattlesnake
> Ocelot
> Butterfly
> Brazilian squirrel
> Poison dart frog
> Glass frog
> Sloth
> Macaw
> Write In

You've got two swabs left.

With barely anybody around here, climbing in will be a breeze.

Next place you'll visit is the...

> Freshwater aquarium
> Marine aquarium
> Taiga enclosure
> Nocturnal enclosure

...Now hold up, are you gonna do anything about the bird dinosaur looking thing out there? After you visit the final place, you are gonna...

> Leave the thing be! The zoo should be grateful they have a new exhibit. Maybe in the future they will have to open a "formerly extinct" section to this zoo, courtesy of you.
> Claim it's an exotic pet that belongs to you. Drive it back to the lab.
> Lead it outside with a trail of snacks. That way it will be the city's problem, and not the zoo.
> Use genetikinesis on it again. See what happens to it. Tee hee hee!

>>4894119
(By the way, just asking, but are you Mutant!QM?)

I'll leave this poll open until 10PM NZT. It's a slow week today, but that might be because I only post when most of my players are asleep. Or because I have had the bad fortune to have my university break at the same time as that Fate:Zero quest. Seriously, how does he get his players that god damn invested into his quest, anyways? He runs threads that reach their thousands within a week, and posts another one once they hit sage limit. I wonder where he gets that much free time, let alone energy and writing speed. He makes sanderson look like a slug. I ought to take some pointers from that dude.

>>4894568
>Jaguar
> Freshwater aquarium
> Claim it's an exotic pet that belongs to you. Drive it back to the lab.

I would feel bad if the dino hurt someone

>>4894939

+1

>>4894719
>Fate:Zero quest
The what?

>>4894568
> Jaguar
> Marine aquarium
> Claim it's an exotic pet that belongs to you. Drive it back to the lab.

>>4894573
Nope! The only quests I've run are my current one (reptilian infiltrator), and a short-lived colonial civ, "Amican Loyalist Quest".

>>4895086
>>4882952
If there ever was a definition of bloated, this would be it. I can think of no other quest in this board's history more overgrown than this one. Like, *holy shit*.

Personally, I don't see the appeal behind the Fate series at all.

>>4895300
I'd consider not criticizing them too loudly in your thread, lest you call down the REEEE

Rolled 1 (1d2)

This time I managed to wake up on time. Now the day won't feel half as short as it really is. Unfortunately, when I tried to sleep early last night there was a storm that kept me up 'til 4AM. I'm not sure if I had more than 5 hours of sleep, but hopefully the drowsiness doesn't kick in today.

Also, I finished Toriko.

1-2.
>>4894939
>Jaguar
> Freshwater aquarium
> Claim it's an exotic pet that belongs to you. Drive it back to the lab.
3.
>>4895288
> Jaguar
> Marine aquarium
> Claim it's an exotic pet that belongs to you. Drive it back to the lab.
Rolling...

>>4895300
>>4895303
I don't really mind criticism, actually.
Also, it's not a Fate/Zero quest.
It's a Fate/Stay Night quest.
Pedantic, I know. But Zero is a prequel.
The appeal behind Fate is pretty simple, actually.
It's got something for everyone, which makes it ideal for widespread appeal.
It has something for Myth/History enthusiasts, as characters are pulled from Myth and Legend.
It has something for combat enjoyers, as these characters then fight.
And it has something for the coomers too, with literally hundreds of different girls.

>>4895309
Why do you use the Enter key after every sentence?

>>4895303
Don't worry, I won't be too harsh. I don't criticize things I haven't read. How the hell am I gonna read 43 threads, albeit ones that long? Sure, I plan on reading One Piece tonight, but hey, it's One Piece, so I guess it'll be worth it.

It's not like they're going to pay attention to this thread anyways. I've never heard of one thread brigading another on this board. How rabid could that fanbase be?

>>4895310
Because I was making different points, but I couldn't be fucked to make bullet points. Also I just feel like it looks better like that, rather than reading a big chunk of text. Which is ironic, given the size of my updates.

>>4895310
He's speaking in verse. Anyhow, if you want to talk to me about non quest related shit, go to the discord link in the OP. If it don't work, just tell me.

My uninformed opinions of the Fate series ends here, lest I end up sounding like an out of touch game journalist who can't beat the cuphead tutorial levels.

>>4895312
Say man, it's an honour that you even noticed my thread at all. Tell me, how do you do it? You must have god damn spring-loaded fingers to make that many updates.

Like holy shit, any lesser man would have been given arthritis, shortly before their hands tear themselves from their wrists and scamper away like spiders to strangle some poor sap to death in the middle of the night if they had even a fraction of the sheer drive you possess.

>>4895306
Anyhow, writing...

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>>4895316
What's the difference between a cat and a jaguar? The Jaguar can swim, and by god can it swim well, which is quite an advantage given how cats can't be given baths without freaking out. Naturally, people like more feral variants of the animals they share their homes and streets with, as they evoke a sense of danger and mystery.

Deviantart's wolfaboos, one of whom you dated during your high school years, are perhaps the most vocal example of their target demographic. Nowadays, the thirty something year old wolfaboos, along with the goths and scene kids, are looking back on their pasts with shame. But given how bad the world's gotten, a little nostalgia might create a little appeal, but not much overall.

Had you embarked upon this incredible journey between ten or twenty years earlier, in the heyday of myspace and livejournal, you would have likely went after wolves first, before compounding lupine DNA with macaques and rhinoceroses and shit for maximum sparkledog potential. But that's boring, all gloss and no substance and way out of date.

Jaguars have spots. What other kind of cat has spots? None. What other kind of cat swims? None. What other kind of cat was revered by those heart throbbin' aztecs and mayans, incans and fat-faced olmecs? None. None other than the jaguar embodies the great and terrible, primal and potent vivacity of those precolonial mesoamerican empires. As you scale the fence, the march of the dog soldiers, the swing of the atlatl, and the slash of the mahuacuitl, and the unquenchable bloodlust of Huitzilopochtli rings through your heart.

You land into the enclosure in Cat Form, Setting #2. The fall, although three meters high, feels like absolutely nothing through your well muscled legs. Your feline affinity, combined with your rather noticeable psychic presence, puts the mighty yet graceful creature at ease. Just as it yawns, you swab its gaping maw before retreating back over the fence.

Now to the freshwater aquarium.

>>4895316
>Tell me, how do you do it?
You just gotta be passionate about what you write, and set aside time in the day in which you'll definitely write. Also, coffee.
Spoilered so as not to interrupt your update too bad.

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>>4895337
You tap on the glass before you realize you're still in Cat Form. Oh dear. Hope nobody noticed. So you zip back into human form and pace around, looking for an adequate specimen. You've got one swab left, so make this count, chief.

> Longfin Eel
> Fiddler Crab
> Electric Eel
> Spitting Fish
> Betta Fighting Fish
> North American River Otter
> Lake Biwa Catfish
> Piranha
> Amazonian River Dolphin
> Write In

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>>4895357
> Electric Eel
Zap zap, motherfucker.

>>4895316
>Tell me, how do you do it?
Judging by the name, by being a miserable pile of updates.

>>4895357
>Electric Eel

>>4895396
>>4895503
> Electric Eel
Unanimous!
Writing...

>>4895357
>> Betta Fighting Fish

combat form and aesthetic

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>>4895681
Your gaze settles on one tank. Behind a red warning sign telling you to stay away from the insulative glass tank, the electric eel beckons. Your heart beats faster as fear builds up in you, knowing that should you screw this up, it won't be beating for much longer. It gets louder and louder, becoming a repetitive drumbeat. So you take a series of deep, heavy breaths to calm yourself. Come on, man, you reassure yourself. Get ahold of yourself. Be quick, and focus.

You take the swab and do a couple test swipes in the air just outside of the tank. When you're totally, completely absolutely sure of yourself, you steel yourself against the threat of death, and dart your hand in. The warm tank water brings you mortal fear. The eel darts away, kicking up water that makes you, for a second, think it touched you. You pull your hand out as fast as you can, hyperventilating. No good.

This time, you channel all your consciousness, all your coordination into the movements of your arm and hand just to scrape the eel's slimy coating. The water suddenly bubbles. An electric crackle shoots through it like lightning. But just before it can touch you, you withdraw as fast as you can and stagger away from the tank. Thank god, thank god, you think to yourself, as sweat runs down your brow. I'm alive.

It's done. You've collected the last sample you need. You can rest easy now.

Or can you?

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>>4895690
On your way out you pass through the savanna area. The crowd is even bigger than it was, and it's still growing. God damn it. You glance fiercely at the ever shifting forest of legs, forcing yourself through the crowd's weak points, just like an electric current passing through the point of least resistance. "Move, move, move!" you grunt, clenching your teeth. The poor critter's encircled by a cage: this time a cage of flashing lights.

Putting on your most potent air of scientific authority, "All of you, all of you, settle down. I own this creature. It's a Nomingi-uh, actually, hold on, oh, I remember: a rare Paddle-Tailed Cassowary which I had imported from Queensland, Australia for scientific purposes."

You clear your throat and raise your voice to the verge of hollering "This animal is VERY DANGEROUS. Without a specialized handler such as myself, it could tear your throat out with its beak. Or kick your brains out. You wouldn't want that, would you, eh?"

They back off a little, giving you a wider berth. The "rare Paddle-Tailed Cassowary" glances around, even more confused. You continue, "Due to unforeseen circumstances, it has run loose from the facility it has been contained within, and I, a qualified..." you notice a few in the crowd giving you odd looks. You pause. What, did you just involuntarily shift into beast form mid speech? Aw, hell no!

Your disappointment vanishes when you look at your casual dress and realize that's the source of their doubts. "...*undercover* animal handler, have been dispatched to this zoo to return it. Move aside, and have a great day."

The crowd parts like the Red Sea as you tentatively poke the "rare Paddle-Tailed Cassowary", backing away as it looks at you every time you do so. This ain't working. So you try using the limited telepathy that all psychics possess to some extent. You can't really read any of its thoughts, but you can kind of communicate with it on a primal level.

Against its instincts, it follows you into your car. Its avian smell fills up the hot car, and its feathers brush up against the soft seat, filling the whole thing with a rustling noise. In some weird and uncanny way, it knows you will lead it to safety. And in the same way, you know for sure it won't peck your face off if you look at it wrong. At the same time, you trust it not to shit all over your car seat. It's weird, but you don't know how to explain it.

You look over at the nomingia gobiensis leaning uncomfortably in the seat next to you as it learns to sit in the human way for the first time. That dinosaur is one meter tall. It ought to sit in a booster seat. Actually, it shouldn't even sit in a seat at all, but the only alternatives you have at hand are the pavement and the trunk. You regret not renting a pickup truck.

You raise an eyebrow as you pull a seatbelt over that big ass bird. "Alright, you living fossil. What am I gonna call you now?"

> Nomi
> Paddy
> Minga
> Raptor
> Cassie
> Gobi
> Write-In

>>4895683
Dammit, man, so close! Had you posted two minutes earlier I would have had a roll instead. RIP

>>4895711
>Cassie

>>4895711
>Paddy

>>4895714
you are on weird Aussie time, these thing will happen

>>4895711
> Paddy

>>4895776
>weird Aussie time
Nah, that's just bad timing. Two minutes into a written post is still bad timing no matter what the time zone; you were both active simultaneously.

Rolled 3 (1d3)

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>>4895722
> Cassie
2-3.
>>4895776
>>4895796
> Paddy
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>>4895876
His huge tail pad rubs up against your knee. A name pops into your head. A bit cheesy, but sure, you'll call it "Paddy" for the time being. It kind of reminds you of a peacock's tail, but permanently flared out and not as big.

You bring Paddy into your lab.

One of the cool things about it is that in addition to being the official site of the Genetic Cauldron, it also has a set of self contained terrariums for anything interesting and rare you might find. Only one of them is occupied, and that's the one containing your Chimera Rats.

You made sure they were rats, in order to pertain to the long standing scientist's tradition of experimenting on rats before people. Had you chimerized ants instead, let's just say it would have been a different story.

You can't have this guy around with you all the time, so you set him up in a cretaceous habitat you had prepared beforehand: no, it doesn't have any actual cretaceous plants or fauna, but the climate in this sealed zone is completely identical to the actual era itself, and the plants are biochemically as similar as possible to the real thing.

As he steps through the threshold, scanners measure everything about him. A light above the entrance flashes green, meaning the habitat is still in homeostasis.

"You were a pigeon not long ago, but I know just how hard it is to adjust to a new form." You say. "Nothing in here can hurt you. Enjoy being at the top of the food chain, Paddy. Maybe when the world is ready for you, they'll accept you as part of nature."

It can't talk, but by golly do you feel kinda bad for what you did. You don't know if pigeons or gobiensis have any sense of loneliness, but you just cursed the poor damn thing to a life of isolation and alienation. Maybe you'll make a flock for him one of these days, but people would notice.

Of course, this isn't one of these shitty YA books where people go apeshit on weird things for the oh so arbitrary reason of "being different", but ecoterrorism is in no way helpful to your reputation. You look over your shoulder. "Sorry Paddy, I'll get back to you real quick. See what I can do about your predicament, kay.

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>>4895882
You swing around on one foot. After one brief use of every single new form, you start unbolting the Genetic Cauldron and the attached console from the wall's numerous sockets.

It's showtime.

The convention hall is vast and empty. It's cold as shit in here, mainly because they haven't turned the heaters on. Lily's come here to help you set up, in her big fluffy purple sweater and her floppy white bunny ears. Although she intends to leave the moments guests start coming, if she decided otherwise, she would fit right in.

"Leo!" Lily says. "What do I do first?"

You gesture towards a cardboard box, open it up, and spill its contents on the floor. She gawks at the tangle of wires that look like somebody dropped a platter of spaghetti.

It takes you half an hour to set up the Genetic Cauldron, instructing Lily each step of the way. Finally, it's done. All the posters that you readied for the beginning have been stuck up all over the stall. You place a camera in front the stall and start recording.

And just as the rest of the stalls finish preparing, the doors swing open, and a horde of fursuiters pours in like a rainbow avalanche. You thank Lily for her help hops away like the bunny she is.

Here it comes. Time for history. Your heart's beating so fast you can feel the blood coming out your nose. You smile at the video camera. Soon, this very moment, this very venue, shall go down in history like the moon landings!

An hour passes. Jacqueline Bellesmere still hasn't shown up yet. You promised to make her the first person in history to publicly undergo the chimerization process, and now she's half an hour late.

You feel your excitement and passion being kicked in the nuts every time some eager congoer asks you what the big machine is for, only for you to morosely remind them that it isn't ready right now, and ask them to come back in ten minutes, only for you to tell them the same thing.

It eventually comes to a point where you have told this to the same group of people, three times. Welp, at least you aren't being constantly hounded by a horde of screaming fans, that's for sure.

On the other hand, you notice a few other people there.

> A pair of girls in sophisticated robot costumes. They seem to be beckoning congoers to a futuristic looking chair with a helmet positioned over it.
> That's Phase Demon's *dad*, isn't he? Mr. Martins! What the heck is he doing here?!
> ...Is that... Is that Pamela Glycon?!?

>>4895907

You're stressed out as hell. Your eyelid twitches. Wat do?

> Keep waiting for her. Sit here. Be patient.
> Read the news on your phone, see what kind of stir you've been kicking up lately.
> Call Jacqueline. "What's taking you so long, huh?"
> Put up a paper sign saying you're at the bathroom right now. Talk to someone else at the con (Say who you want to talk to first.)
> God freakin' damn it, open the stall right now and let some other rando claim the title of being the first person to be publicly chimerized, if she ain't gonna hold up her end of the deal, then you sure as hell ain't gonna hold up yours!
> Write-In

Apologies for the shitty writing quality and pacing of the last post.

I did not have much sleep last night. The ironic, and if I dare say kafkaesque thing is, I was trying to sleep earlier so I could wake up earlier that night.

Unfortunately, it just so happened that there was a massive hailstorm that kept me awake until 4AM, and even then I tossed and turned around in bed so much I bet I didn't even get 3 hours of sleep. Halfway through, I was certain I wouldn't have a roof over my head by the time I woke up. While I was trying to sleep, I experienced the kind of clarity not even saints feel during epiphanies. I had not felt this conscious when I was finishing up my end of semester exams. Instead of getting out of my bed and penning a scroll that would change humanity as we know it, I chose to lie there for several hours and hope it would pass. And before I knew it, it was 4AM.

And whaddya know, I woke up at 9AM to my neighbour's chainsaw next door. And this was when I was trying to stop myself from waking up at half past 11 every morning like I usually do during university break. It's like my mind is playing cruel tricks on me. As much as I wished I had psychic powers, if I was given a choice to have total mastery over my own mind or those of others, I would choose my own in a heartbeat. Is there... Is there like some kind of anti-coffee out there I haven't heard of? I need that shit in spades!

tl;dr, I've had better snoozes on airplanes.

Anyhow, now my circadian rhythm is fubar.

Poll closes at 10AM NZT, tomorrow. The usual. Hopefully.

>>4895907
> A pair of girls in sophisticated robot costumes. They seem to be beckoning congoers to a futuristic looking chair with a helmet positioned over it.
Rival transhumanists! At OUR con?

>>4895908
> Call Jacqueline. "What's taking you so long, huh?"
We ARE in a religious gang war with superhumans, essentially. She may be in trouble.

>>4895928
Melatonin is apparently quite good for such things. Feel better soon, QM. I empathize with your screwy sleep schedule.

>>4895948
support

>>4895948

+1 for this

Also Phase Demon’s dad is a closet furry?

>>4895948
>>4896207
>>4896305
Yeah, thanks man.
> A pair of girls in sophisticated robot costumes. They seem to be beckoning congoers to a futuristic looking chair with a helmet positioned over it.
> Call Jacqueline. "What's taking you so long, huh?"
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>>4896748
You reach for a sheet of refill, and write "Sorry! We're still preparing, sorry for the inconvenience! We'll be back soon!", and put it on the desk.

You make a quick call to Jacqueline. Her response is brief. "I'm sorry, there's just this traffic jam but I think the dude in front of me is drunk... oh, thank god he's finally moving. I'll be there soon. I'm pretty far from the con, you just gotta wait ten minutes. Oop, green light, gotta go."

It turns out her lateness is a blessing in disguise, cause it at least gives you an opening to talk to the interesting characters who've shown up at the con. First of all, the robot girls.

Their costumes are really something else. They wear interlocking plates of metal and plastic linked together in a graceful way that doesn't detract from the female figure, but instead accentuates it in ways you wouldn't thought possible. There are also a lot of glowy translucent bits on their costumes, which means there's batteries on them somewhere.

They wave in unison as you approach them. "Hello hello hello!" the girl with pink plastic twintails chirps in a human voice that sounds like it's being spoken through an old nokia. Fortunately they've given you the mercy of speaking normally, and not that insufferable dalek monotone that's infested pop culture since the days of pulp fiction.

"And welcome!" another girl with loose purple plastic hair says, as she passes you a thick pamphlet. "To the next stage in human evolution!"

She gestures cheerily at the chair, the plates that make up whatever's covering her arm sliding along each other elegantly. "Would you mind trying out our new cerebello-link technology? With this technology, you can control a humanoid mannequin with your mind alone... and become a *real!* furry! For real!"

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>>4896777
There's a long line leading up to the chair. Phase Demon's dad, Mr. Martins, is somewhere in that line, wearing a pair of dark sunglasses and a scarf. The pink haired girl looks at it and casts you a sidelong glance. "Well... You'll have to wait a little while. Maybe come back in a little while when there's less people in the line..."

The purple one says "That's what you told everyone else!"

"I was thinking that if I told this to as many people as possible there'd be less people in the line, you know..." The pink one replies.

"Did you really think this out?" the purple one replies.

"Thing is, ever since that monster got killed a lot more weird things started happening because we believed in it hard enough..." the pink one mewled.

And behind the chair, there's an android looking thing surrounded by fursuit pieces. It has slots all over its body, especially a big hole where a tail can be inserted. The dude in the chair operating it is having a hell of a good time. He sits down, still as possible, while the android's screwing on tails and ears and all, giving the fake boobs lying on the ground that look like dropped puddings the closest thing an android can do to a dirty look.

The android is no doubt surrounded by a massive crowd. For someone like you, you need to get down and crouch to see through the forest of legs.

> Ask for their names
> "Who's funding you?"
> "Who do you work for?"
> Read the pamphlet they've given you
> Queue up and read the news on your phone while you're at it
> Ask Mr. Martins what he's doing here, as you
> Ask Mr. Martins what he's doing here, as a girl
> Search for Pamela Glycon and confront her
> Write In

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uc6f_2nPSX8
Also, the robot girls' stall is blasting this at max volume.

>>4896782
> Read the pamphlet they've given you
>> "Who's funding you?"
> "Who do you work for?"
> Ask for their names

anything more than three on that chart is a no from me

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>>4896796
That's why I'm not specifying. Which. Personally I prefer 3 to 6 because below that you may as well have a regular human girl wearing a costume, but to each their own.

>>4896796
I support:
> Read the pamphlet they've given you
> "Who's funding you?"
> "Who do you work for?"
> Ask for their names

But 3 and 4 are the best.

>>4896815
nothing against your kink, I just prefer my girls, with more flesh than metal

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>>4896782
>Ask for their names
>"Who do you work for?"
>Read the pamphlet they've given you

I wonder if this is a result of that third meteor. Also I prefer 1 to 4.

>>4896796

+1

>>4896796
>>4896815
>>4896836
>>4897621
>>4897804
Dammit, I should get better at writing more open ended choices and shit ilke that.
Writing...

Hold on, I wanna test how italics work on this board first... testing 123 testing testing 123 testing

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>>4898282
>>4898282
The purple haired one looks more serious so you approach her first. "Say, who's funding you? You must be awfully strapped with cash to bring this to a furry convention, of all places."

With a surprising degree of expressiveness for someone with plastic facial features, she gives you a tired look. "Well, we don't know, but a dude who went by.."

A noise like television static censors whoever's name that is. You recoil upon hearing it. She continues "..online offered us a lot of money to do this. Also, our bod-b" she stutters like she's glitching out against her will. "..b-uh, um, suits, stop us from talking too much about it. We're just low level recruiters, anyway. What do we know? If you wanna know more, just read the pamphlet."

"Yeah, yeah," the pink haired one says cordially, gesturing towards you. "Just read it."

Mildly concerned, you start looking through it.

Imagine a world where you are no longer doomed by the circumstances of your birth. Where the infinite potential of the human mind is no longer shackled by its material shell, where one can be whatever one wills themselves to be.

For so long we have dreamed of utopia, yet all our attempts at bringing it into reality have ended in failure. That is because we have not once addressed what truly keeps us from achieving it.

By the third paragraph, you're fully convinced this isn't just about furries.

Why has mankind suffered for so long? Why are we compelled to make evil decisions that harm ourselves and nature? All these stem back from our atavistic desires, rooted in a time when we had to fight to survive, and thus violent acts were necessary.

Today, however, we have no need for either. But ultimately, it is the biological nature of our physical bodies that compel us to do evil.

So this is why we are providing humanity with the capability to transcend them. Break the shackles that bind you to suffering and mortality. Join us on a journey to the future.

>>4898312
You gulp. "Say, what's your names?"

"IRU Iota Delta. Initiate Recruitment Unit No. 14" the purple one says.

The pink one spins around to face you. "Sophie Comtois. I joined later than Iota Delta, haven't got my designation number yet."

Well then, from your brief interactions with them, they must be extremely good actresses, or there's a lot more things going on behind the scene. And if the latter's true, it seems to be a very sticky situation. You have an awful feeling about this.

There is a phone number on the bottom of the pamphlet.

Surprisingly enough, Sophie was right. The queue has died down.

> Try out the machine, it might be fun.
> Call the phone number. Whoever's on the end knows more than these two.
> "Blink your eyes twice if someone's making you do this against your will."
> "Tell me all you know about your... your organization."
> Leave. Search for Pamela. Get her to explain her connections to the Forzamentalos.
> Return to your stall and wait for Jacqueline.
> Write In

>>4898360
>> "Blink your eyes twice if someone's making you do this against your will."
> Leave. Search for Pamela. Get her to explain her connections to the Forzamentalos.

ok there is no way this isn't a cult that kidnaps and forcefully converts people, hand down

>>4898360
> "Blink your eyes twice if someone's making you do this against your will."
> Return to your stall and wait for Jacqueline.
It's obviously one of our transhumanist rivals, but if we keep reciting reciting their everyborovxatiin we'll never make headway on our OWN dream. Show the people our way is superior! Deal with their shady shit after we've shown their stupid machine cult up with our superior biotechnology!

>>4898388

+1

>>4898388
>everyborovxatiin
Is that some kind of prescription drug?

>>4898360
>Return to your stall and wait for Jacqueline.
This is suspicious, but let’s not get sidetracked.

>>4898388
>>4898546
> "Blink your eyes twice if someone's making you do this against your will."
> Return to your stall and wait for Jacqueline.
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>>4898925
God damn it... No matter how much this tempts you, you remind yourself again exactly why you're here. You can't afford to investigate this right now. So you thank them and say you'll ring the number later and stride off back to your stall, where Jacqueline is waiting.

She has long, wavy brown hair and is wearing a very thick maroon and magenta coat. "Sorry I'm late."

"No worries." You tell her. "Sorry if I was rude to you on that call..."

"No, it's okay." Jacqueline says. "This is probably the most exciting moment in your life, after all."

"And how!" You agree. So you reach into your backpack and pull out several legal documents you prepared for her ages ago, as well as a bulletpoint pen to sign them. "Seeing how there's no laws about this yet, I'm going to have you sign these right here, in triplicate."

"Yep... yep... yep..." Jacqueline says as she signs the documents.

> "The client has consent on the body modification prior to the transformation"
> "The client has acknowledged on the potential effects aforementioned after chimeric transformation"
> "The service provider holds no responsibilities should the client failed to oblige local laws and institutions."

"You want the privacy curtain?" you ask.

Jacqueline nods. "Yeah. I want this to be a surprise, because," she points across the convention hall, at the artist's alley. She waves, and the dude selling signed copies of his comics waves back. "I want to give my boyfriend one hell of a surprise."

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before this! Let's just say neither of those two robot girls blinked twice, and made fun of Leo for saying something so ridiculous. Anyhow, let's keep going.)

Then she gets behind the stall and takes all her clothes off in one swift motion, revealing the dog themed lingerie she's wearing underneath, covered in pictures of bones and pawprints. Good lord, she's stacked as hell, and kind of chubby but not too chubby.

You rush to the console and open up the top of the Cauldron. "Alright Jacqueline, there's a ladder leaning against the back. Get in there and we'll start cookin'."

Oh good lord, you've never felt this happy in your life. Your heart beats like a drum. You check the camera again and yes, it's still rolling. And as you excitedly adjust the console's settings to ensure that it is indeed set on Dog Form Setting #3.

"Yep, in there already." Jacqueline affirms, so you shut the lid down over her.

"It's gonna start raining goo, but don't worry, you can breathe it in." You warn her. "Just take it in as if it's air, even though it's a lot thicker."

"Got it!" She says as her voice echoes off the sides of the chamber.

Your mouth runs dry. A big stupid grin almost splits your face in half. You resist the urge to hop up and down with glee. It's show time. And with one joyous click, you activate the Genetic Cauldron, and the goo starts pouring in.

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>>4898934
(Actually, no! They didn't blink at all. I meant to say *didn't* blink twice.)

As the process gets underway you reach for your megaphone. With a mighty roar you shout, "What you are about to witness here is the beginning of a scientific revolution that shall change human civilization for the rest of history! You don't want to miss this, do you? Wait 'til you see who... or *what* comes crawling out!"

The crowd you gathered as you met Jacqueline was small and curious. But now, they're gathering around like flies to honey, holding up their cellphones in unison. Since you beat Sabaoth, you've noticed your telepathy has been stronger than usual, which is to say not very much, but at least somewhat better than not at all. And you're not sure if it's your telepathy speaking or your imagination, but you know everybody in the crowd is holding their breath in anticipation.

So as the Genetic Cauldron churns, accompanied by numerous mechanical sounds and arbitrary sci fi beeping noises you added for effect, you don't miss the opportunity to build up a chant.


Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and caldron bubble.
Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the caldron boil and bake;
Eye of newt and toe of frog,
Wool of bat and tongue of dog,
Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting,
Lizard's leg and howlet's wing,
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.

Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and caldron bubble.
Cool it with a baboon's blood,
Then the charm is firm and good.


As you start the chant, a few people give you odd looks. But when you're halfway through, the whole crowd is chanting along with you. And by the final lines, the curtain draws back and the doors of the Genetic Cauldron open, some two meters above your stall. A tide of goo splashes the crowd and soaks your stall. It topples over, scattering soaked posters and pamphlets everywhere. In your excitement, you forgot to configure it correctly!

So powerful was this torrent of goo, Jacqueline's found herself thrown in the midst of the crowd. Slowly, she stands up on her digitigrade legs. With round eyes full of awe and wonderment, she rubs her shiny dog nose. For two seconds, the crowd falls silent. They start cheering like mad.

Tears fill your eyes. You fall to your knees, and throw your arms up in the air. You've done it. Finally. You've fucking done it. Yes. Yes. Yes!

With supernatural speed, Jacqueline runs over to the artist's alley, where her boyfriend is. She jumps over the table and gives him a big hug in her furry arms, and even then, he can't believe his eyes. It seems as if the whole convention, even the ones who are running stalls, has gathered around to witness the living wonder that is Jacqueline Bellesmere.

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>>4898947
Everyone in the con, save for the long, long line that's grown in front of your slimy stall, that is. To really drive it home that you're open for business, you shout: "Okay! I have a catalogue of animals! Come up if you want me to do the same to you what I did to Jacqueline there! And if you want it reversed after the con, just call my number and i'll bring you to my lab!"

...Good lord, does the line ever end? It's spilling out of this room, for Christ's sakes! Nevermind, your machine can do all of them! The queues everywhere else have withered away to oblivion. The queues in front of the two robot girls' stalls have dwindled away to less than ten.

Right after you're done showing the first few people how to get inside the Cauldron, the queue begins at the ladder. After that, the queue begins at the step right above the Genetic Cauldron. Despite all your warnings, it comes to a point where there's someone standing on each of the ladder's rungs. You pray it doesn't fall apart. The drying towel gets so soggy, the congoers resolve they would rather walk around as wet, slimy animal people. Unsurprisingly, most of them chose Dog, Rabbit and Cat forms, as you expected, although a lot of people asked you if you had Wolves available.

It gets so bad, one dude in a raccoon costume who's been queuing for hours notices you haven't eaten anything at all, so he has his friends hold the line for him. Ten minutes later, he comes back with a McDonalds takeaway. Just what you needed. Your stomach felt like it was gonna cannibalize itself. You thank him between mouthfuls of fast food, and just before he runs back to his spot in the line, he introduces himself as "Clyde" and gives you a card with his discord on it. You owe that dude one.

They say time flows faster when you're happier. So the next few hours are a blur. But eventually it comes to an end. Now you've packed up the Genetic Cauldron and put it back in the lab.

Choose one:
> Drive around outside for a while
> Watch the news on TV, see what kind of stir you've raised
> Talk about your success to Paddy
> Test out your genetikinesis on more creatures
> Bask in happiness
> Write In

>>4898980
>> Talk about your success to Paddy
>>pet birb as we do

>>4898980
> Watch the news on TV, see what kind of stir you've raised
> Talk about your success to Paddy

>>4898980
>> Watch the news on TV, see what kind of stir you've raised
>> Talk about your success to Paddy
>>Pet bird as we do so

>>4899404
>>4899328
>>4899158
> Watch the news on TV, see what kind of stir you've raised
> Talk about your success to Paddy
> Pet bird as we do so
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>>4899908
There have been many times when you've had to pull all nighters, especially in your lab. And that's why you set up a bed couch and television mounted on the wall in case you need to sleep. The reception's pretty good, even this far underground. But now, you just wanna kick back and celebrate. Not with a huge party or anything, as you assume people are having now, but with a tray of snacks and some booze.

So after letting Paddy out, you vault over your couch and land into the seat cushions as he takes a seat on the floor. Then you take out the remote controller and turn on the TV. Almost instinctively, you switch to the biggest news channel in your country to see what ruckus you've stirred up. Let's see the glowies try to cover it up.

This week at the city's largest furry convention, we have an event that defies scientific explanation! Many instances of animal human hybrids have been sighted in and around the convention centre.

The news anchor can't believe what he's reading. So he goes offscript.

Is this a joke...? No, it isn't? It's not April Fools, is it? What about the cameraman?..! Holy...!

The channel cuts to stock footage for some five minutes. Then it cuts back to the news anchor, who looks like he's ready to believe anything now. He's right in front of a park.

Many among you will notice that we now share our streets and even our homes with a new sapient species. And I urge you all to take this as a mild deviation from the status quo. Let's drop by to Peacedove Park, where a number of chimerized demihumans have gathered.

It zooms in on a rabbit woman in her late thirties with dreadlocks and a T shirt espousing the virtues of veganism.

We at the Perpetual Evolutionary Transcendence to Animalhood believe this is the next step in creating an altruistic society in which man and beast alike can live in harmony with nature. What better to foster understanding than for us to take the role as intermediaries between the two?

...Another transhumanist group!

A bee woman wearing leftist paraphernalia, surrounded by a large group of beepeople, vents against her.

If you ask me, with all these other kinds of animals that eat each other is just asking to establish a capitalist nightmare even worse than this one! Sounds like Orwell's animal farm to me! Anyhoo, it has been our selfish ape instincts that kept us from achieving true socialism. And now that we're rid of it, we, The Hive, are establishing a commune in the middle of a forested island at these coordinates. All our welcome to join!

...And another!

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>>4899957
It cuts to Jona, who's wearing a don't tread on me shirt. She's surrounded by a surly bunch of men and women with guns, many among whom are demihumans.

Commies, commies, all of them! I know a lot of you have mighty appetites, and a lefty gubmint is gonna have you living off a monthly crumb of bread! So if you don't want the gubmint breathin' down your neck, vote for me, 'cause i'm running for mayor! I know you animal folk haven't been around for long, but I know you're in need of guns 'cause those bigots are gonna be coming for you. Join the Ancap Party, and become the master of your own destiny!

After firing a cartridge into the air, she blasts a bass boosted version of this song so loud you cover your ears. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R0oVJRa_CBs

The logo of her newly founded political party takes up the whole screen.

And if you're watching this, props to you, Leo, you mad bastard, thank you for making it all possible!

You're struck by the staggering realization of just how vague your idea of a future was. Furries! Monstergirls! Whoop de doo! Rainbows! Sunshine! Tee hee hee! You never thought once about how it would actually play out. But hey, the surprises are part of the fun. Nothing exciting ever happened without something unexpected to go along with it.

Believe it or not, people have a lot more ideas of what it should be than you do than you could have expected. Pfff, no worries, you tell yourself. You can handle this all. "The world just needs a little push in the right direction, and everything will be just fine."

Paddy looks quizzically at you.

Between gently stroking his feathers, you say. "Don't worry. I'll find a home for you somewhere. I just need to get this whole thing figured out. C'mon. Now that they've seen a giant monster, and furries roaming the streets, I bet they won't blink an eye at you."

It stands up as you accompany him to the elevator. "This isn't the end." you say with a smile. "This is just the beginning."

You get five phone calls at the same time. Which one shall you answer?

> PETA
> The Hive
> AnCap Party
> Unknown Number
> Unknown Number 2
> Go drive around outside in your GBDNATE van, just like you wanted to do all along.
> Answer all the numbers and blare an airhorn into the speaker to show you ain't interested. You are not gonna make yourself into some ideological or corporate whore.
> Keep watching the news. The absolute nerve of them for disrupting your free time!
> Write In

>>4899993
>answer all and but them on a conference call, then tell them if they want your services, then they will need to outbid their competitors, the bidding starts after each group makes their pitch as to why you should join them.

>>4900059
I support this. And make sure they're someone who will utilize and facilitate ofngenius to enable a glorious human future! AnCap Party has my conditional support, or at least a leg up, since they're unlikely to get in our way, to restrict us, etcetera. Plus, we know their boss, and that (s)he's trustworthy.

>>4900062
I am a good old capitalist, no doubt, but, I am not sure about the ancaps, I worry they will do too far, but fuck the commies I will not support them

....just a thought, could we...could we make Paddy a demihuman with the machine by setting it to a three and, make our own cute birbgirl GF

>>4900071
While out-of-character I am horrified by the moral implications, as a quester playing the role of a furry mad scientist, I am fascinated by the possibilities.

Might get us in good with the PETA, if we got that route, too.

>>4900080
thing is with them, they lost me with the veganism girl

>>4900080
if I had my way we would be moderate and not go on any extreme, extremism will ruin our furry genderbendy future

>>4900059
>support along with
>when getting the pitch from each take them into a private call while the others wait in the main call.

>>4900091
Supporting this approach to any follow-up calls!

so for sake of easy understanding for Dinakatt

we are gonna answer all the calls tell them they will get to make their pitches to us privately, then they will have the chance to bid on bringing us on board, we will of course retain the right to pick who we join in the end regardless of offer.

>>4900100
Sounds like a plan, Stan.

>>4900071
>>4900080
Well, the ability to uplift animals into people could prove to be interesting... and very ethically complicated. Let's just hope it doesn't get in the wrong hands.

>>4900293
>Well, the ability to uplift animals into people could prove to be interesting... and very ethically complicated. Let's just hope it doesn't get in the wrong hands.

If we can do, it we are keeping it secret till we feel the public is ready

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>>4900089

>>4900300
tell me I am wrong, either extreme leads to unrest and rising crime and unhappiness, I just want to make Paddy our birbgirl GF by uplifting her and making more furries/scalies out of people that want it for money

>>4900307
anon is*

>>4900307
You ain't wrong

>>4900100
Yea gotcha but I'll have to go leave this poll open until the usual time tomorrow, it's 11 to midnight now and I can't exactly write on my phone while in bed, until then and goodnight

>>4900059
>>4900062
>>4900091
>>4900093
>>4900100
>answer all and but them on a conference call, then tell them if they want your services, then they will need to outbid their competitors, the bidding starts after each group makes their pitch as to why you should join them.
>when getting the pitch from each take them into a private call while the others wait in the main call.
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>>4901246
Oh great, it's dinner time. Well past it, in fact. It's nine o' clock and your stomach is grumbling.

So you rush over to the fridge you have and stick last week's poutine and pork and apple pie in your scientific heating equipment. It's precise enough to bring the chilled food to the exact state it was before it was frozen, with the fat and water distribution being precise enough so that it doesn't go soft or soggy. Then you put the plate and bowl on a book on your lap and begin a conference call.

As soon as you press the button, you say: "Computer: Transmit phone video and audio to TV." and the television shows three logos and two mysterious blank icons.

None of them expected a conference call, and so they're all talking over each other. "Alright alright, have a chat among yourselves. OK! You want an alliance with me, am I correct? You want to have a say over what I do with the Genetic Cauldron you dipped in earlier today?"

The five of them make their agreements. You continue "Now from personal experience, keeping a bunch of ideologies in close proximity is like putting dynamite in a pressure cooker. So in order to avoid a debate here, I'm going to talk to you one by one, and each of you are gonna explain why I would want to ally with you. Alright: first up! Perpetual Evolutionary Transcendance to Animalhood! You're up!"

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>>4901275
She sounds like the rabbit woman on TV. "The name's Violet Buckthorne. It's actually People Evolutionarily Transcending to Animals."

"I thought you-" you say.

"We changed it. Can't really decide on one. That doesn't matter, so long as the acronym remains the same. Anyhow, so what we wanna do is ultimately end animal abuse, and eventually all industries that harm the environment and animal wellbeing." She says.

"How'll you do that?" you ask.

"OK, first we're gonna fund some animal shelters, campaigning, boycotting companies, the usual. Also, seeing how there's going to inevitably be a wave of xenophobia against us, we're going to start a commune on the private land I bought in the countryside."

Violet's voice gets more passionate. "See, we've got all we need. Thing is, the agriculture is only a temporary thing. By keeping a close eye on human expansion, we can regrow nature to the point where we can sustainably hunt and gather from the wild, just as nature intended."

"So does that mean you're going to try to encourage us towards a lower level of technology?" You ask.

"No, no, not at all." Violet explains. "We're all for self sufficient communities. It's the corporations' pollution that harms the earth, and the lifestyles that they encourage. Ideally, every town should run on hydro or wind or solar with a decentralized power grid. No coal, no oil. And also, we're going to make chimerization as publicly available as possible. So we are going to demand that government research provides booths in every public area. Whatever stigma there is, we'll stamp it out. Besides, we have DNA samples like you wouldn't believe.."

Choose up to 2 responses.

> "Sure, I'll let you and your gang use my machine. Come on over and I'll help you set up your commune. So just make sure to send me the samples."
> "What's so special about chimerization that makes it so necessary for your eco friendly future? Couldn't you just exist in harmony with nature with baseline humans instead?"
> ...Xenophobia? You know how most people have read stories and seen movies warning them to not be mean to nonhuman people?
> "Do you consider yourself to be religious or secular?"
> "Say, I wonder if splicing human DNA into animals would help your cause..."
> "I have the power to devolve animals. I can use it to bring back extinct creatures, which I thought you might be interested in."
> "...Meh... Maybe. I'm kind of interested. Go set up your commune, you can use my machine if you call me, but that's where our relationship ends."
> "With all due respect, I don't think your plan would work."
> Write In

>>4901309
>> ...Xenophobia? You know how most people have read stories and seen movies warning them to not be mean to nonhuman people?
> "I have the power to devolve animals. I can use it to bring back extinct creatures, which I thought you might be interested in."

>>4901309
>>> ...Xenophobia? You know how most people have read stories and seen movies warning them to not be mean to nonhuman people?
>> "I have the power to devolve animals. I can use it to bring back extinct creatures, which I thought you might be interested in.

>>4901309
> "Say, I wonder if splicing human DNA into animals would help your cause..."
> "I have the power to devolve animals. I can use it to bring back extinct creatures, which I thought you might be interested in."


>>4901334
>>4901357
People also have a bunch of media telling them not to be sexist/racist/homophobic/etcetera. While it sometimes works, some people get contrarian and pushed in the opposite direction, then radicalize. What do you think is going to happen when traditionalist baseline humans are suddenly competing for jobs and social clout with sparkledog superhumans? What do you think the religious right is going to have to say about warping 'God's image' with easy sex-reassignments and a very on-the-nose 'mark f the beast'? We may or may not ally with her given the aversion here to socialism and hippie shit, but she's right to be concerned.

Alright, i'm going to close the poll tomorrow in about thirteen hours.

You know what, should I end it here

>>4903069

up to you, OP

>>4903069
I would like to see more in this setting, and more fun and kinky stuff, but if you are happy with this ending point, I think it works

I've had a lot going on lately, and we've gone on past sage limit and next semester is next week, so check out the discord linked in the OP if you want to ask me more.

I have realized that this quest takes 2 hours out of my day when I write 2 posts, and while spontaneous writing is good for my skills, I unfortunately cannot find the time to do it lately.

Also, I want to get more sleep, and I have had trouble waking up at any time before 11 or 10, and posting once every day doesn't seem too good to me, so I might end it here although I will answer a few questions so long as they don't spoil the plot.

>>4903091
>more fun and kinky stuff
Funny thing is, I resolved that there would be no actual sex in the quest, at the very least, none of that would happen to Leo Moreau. One thing I absolutely refuse to write are sex scenes, partially because I'm 18, fresh out of high school and haven't had any myself, and mostly because I want to leave it to your imaginations.

The reason I made this quest was that I could have one with plot, player agency, and also a fast paced and lighthearted story that's not like the incredibly grim, slow quests here with post upon post of dialogue. Hell, I might even add a trio of Totally Spies expies for the hell of it.

I made this so it could be easier for people to engage with, that's what I'm saying. See what kind of stir they could make in the world outside their window, none of that fantasy shit. Kind of like those wacky old flash animations. That, and improving my writing skills to be more succinct, as a kind of therapy to stop me from typing in purple prose.

Also as a homage to the actual GBDNATE, which I spent many school nights watching let's plays of at 1AM in the morning back in '15. Deviantart: The Game it truly was. Funny how a lot of those Deviantart fetish artists grew up, moved to Twitter, and adopted extremist politics as well as a dozen mental illnesses to go with them.

The spirit of this quest is all about embracing the absurdity of things we find online that we find weird and embarrassing. Not exactly going "oooh aint this hot" but looking at it from an outsider's perspective, admiring the sheer breadth and ridiculousness of human nature. Total sincerity, and no irony. Because we've had enough self deprecating sarcastic irony for the past ten years.

>>4903069
I wouldn’t mind more, but do what’s best for you.

>>4903216
>lighthearted story
I could see Leo publishing a Genetic Cauldron blueprint that only goes to setting 3 online. The whole world shall become catgirls.

>>4903069
I'd rather at least finish the factions' pitches to us. That seems like a more natural endpoint. Just my personal autism, though.

>>4903216
I quite like the approach you're taking thus far. This is one of my favourite ongoing quests. Take the time you need for yourself first and foremost! Also, I think avoiding going full lewd with it both makes sense from a "keeping the quest on-track" perspective AND jives well with how you have established the priorities and character of Leo Moreau: Mad Scientist.

>>4903384
>>4903453
Yeah, sure. But the updates are gonna come way, way slower this time. One day and a little more between each post, so everyone can post regardless of the timezone.

>>4903384
I'll do it because I feel sorry for you, given how late you are to the party.

>>4904646
>I'll do it because I feel sorry for you, given how late you are to the party.
I’ve been here since thread one, I just have a temperamental ISP so I keep getting new thread ID’s.

>>4904646
...you know, I had actually considered finishing off the factions' pitches.

And then they implemented the new captcha.

>>4905819
Really is a pain, isn't it?

>>4905819
this is a good place to call it and oh fucking god what did they do to the captcha

>>4889058
>>4889207
Learn to speak in more than two words, you puritanical moron.

>>4901334
>>4901357
> ...Xenophobia? You know how most people have read stories and seen movies warning them to not be mean to nonhuman people?
> "I have the power to devolve animals. I can use it to bring back extinct creatures, which I thought you might be interested in."

The captcha has been mildly deshittened. From now i'll keep posting.

Writing..

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>>4907174
"...Xenophobia?" You say. "Look at what's popular in TV and comics. Look at the X Men and pretty much every supernatural YA novel out there. Every one of them has a glamorous nonhuman species in them that's supposed to be a romanticized allegory for persecution. It's been like this since the 21st century, no, the seventies. People are gonna think of the shows they watch and think "should I be an asshole to a superhuman chimera? should I?" and then think of Random Asshole Mook #999 get his ass blown to oblivion while the characters mock him from the sidelines. Sure, i'll admit demihumans are gonna have a rocky start, but i'm sure it won't be as bad as you think it will be."

"You underestimate how rotten and paranoid people are, Leo." Violet replies. "While surface level depictions of racism are all over popular media, most people who watch them don't really internalize it. And what's worse, having it around so much is gonna make others contrarian. And let's not forget how poorly the evangelicals are gonna take it."

"Pfff! Contrarians. They take very simple sentiments like "don't always believe what the media says" and bring them to their logical conclusion. And besides, there are barely any fundies around these days. When's the last time you saw a Jack Chick comic offline?" You say. "When they try and put up a stink, they'll be put in the same basket as flat earthers and climate change deniers."

"Of which there are thousands right now." Violet deadpans.

"Out of what? And let's not forget that most of them are there out of morbid curiosity, and not diehard believers." You say. "Either that, or they're trolls."

"And let's not forget how those fundies are well within their rights to call chimerization 'the mark of the beast'. Pretty on the nose, don't you think?" Violet says.

You stroke your chin. "Hmmmm! I get what you mean. But hey, people who aren't chimerized can still buy and sell. So I guess only half of Leviticus is coming true. Might need to work on those scorpion locusts, first."

"You think they actually read their bible instead of cherrypicking it for whatever gives them an excuse to bash the LGBT community?" Violet says.

"Oh, not at all." You wave off. "Can't wait to see the public freakouts on YouTube, they'll be hilarious!"

Violet sighs.

"But then again, let me reiterate this. Who the hell bullies an adorable catgirl on the street? Nobody! Besides, chimerization isn't something you're born with. It's not like being black or gay, it's like being... let's say, a goth, maybe... or a hipster. Being a demihuman isn't a race. It's not even religion. It's liberation, baby! Woooo, yeah!"

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>>4907179
"All the more reason to set up a commune." Violet says. "When they see how well we have it, we're going to encourage more into our ranks, especially marginalized people. See how much better of a society we can make, without those established prejudices pitting people against each other."

"Ah, right. Looking forward to seeing that, might even pay you a visit." You say. "Pass me a blunt when I show up, will ya?"

"You're taking the future struggles of the people you helped create awfully lightly." Violet says. "Shouldn't you be concerned?"

"Naw, not so much." You say.

"Even if we do become the status quo, baselines are gonna have to compete for jobs, and worse, social status. Sure, this might be an incentive, but... What about the skeptics?"

She has a point. You fumble out yours. "Well um, chimerization doesn't make you any smarter... and... and... damn... you have a point."

"See? I was right." Violet says.

"...Also," You say. "I forgot to mention, but I have the power to devolve animals. I thought you might be interested, but..."

Violet squeals with glee. God, it's weird hearing that from a woman her age. "Come on over some day," She sends you her organization's address. "we're gonna bring back the whole extinct species list!"

"Sure, sure.. I'll think about it..." You say.

> "Show up at the university, at the Obscure Sciences block, and I'll do the process on anyone you like. They'll have to be blindfolded, though."
> "I'll build you another Genetic Cauldron and send it right over to your commune. So long as you have a power source, it'll run just fine."
> "Where's your commune? I might just go and drive over there tomorrow, first thing I do."
> "I don't think bringing back as many extinct species as possible will be good for the ecology at all."
> "Sure, I'll resurrect some species for you, but only recently extinct species. That way, it won't upset the ecosystem too much."
> "Aw yeah, let's go Jurassic Park on this bitch! Yeah, baby, yeah!"
> Write In

>>4907184
> "Sure, I'll resurrect some species for you, but only recently extinct species. That way, it won't upset the ecosystem too much

>>4907184
"Aw yeah, let's go Jurassic Park on this bitch! Yeah, baby, yeah!"

>>4907184
>> "I don't think bringing back as many extinct species as possible will be good for the ecology at all."
>> "Sure, I'll resurrect some species for you, but only recently extinct species. That way, it won't upset the ecosystem too much."

>>4907257
we can't bring back everything it will destroy the earths ecology

>>4907315
support

>>4907184
> "Sure, I'll resurrect some species for you, but only recently extinct species. That way, it won't upset the ecosystem too much."
>> "Where's your commune? I might just go and drive over there tomorrow, first thing I do."

No guarantees that they are going to be our principle allies, though. We still have several other pitches to hear.

>>4907367
>No guarantees that they are going to be our principle allies, though. We still have several other pitches to hear.

I am very much against signing on with the hippies or the commies, throwing them a bone every now and then sure, but actively helping them push there goals, fuck no, I like my humans as much as I like my monster girls.

>>4907367
I am not for being hostile with them, but that doesn't mean I want to be friends with them

>>4907315
This I think is a happy middle ground we keep a line open to them build some good will, but we don't tie our horse to their wagon.

Support

>>4907184
>>4907315
Support

>>4907184
>> "Sure, I'll resurrect some species for you, but only recently extinct species. That way, it won't upset the ecosystem too much."

you know we can counter the issue none beastfolk will have by offering baseline enhancements, just leave out the beast bits, we are a genius scientist/geneticist

>>4907315
Support

Rolled 1 (1d6)

1.
>>4907257
2 to 3.
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>>4907451

4 to 9.
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>>4907513

rolling...

Rolled 1 (1d9)

>>4908076
Oops! Invalid roll. I accidentally did 1 to 6. So I'll try anothere...

1.
>>4907257

2 to 3.
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>>4907451

4 to 9.
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>>4907513

rolling...

>>4908080
> "Aw yeah, let's go Jurassic Park on this bitch! Yeah, baby, yeah!"
Oh shit...
Writing...

>>4908083
....what, what! FUCKING WHAT, WHY!

what the fuck are you doing QM seriously, I need an explanation

Good to see my vote didn't matter, and the one fucking vote option somehow won. I want an explanation you have never done anything like this before, and I am very angry, about this.

you are in intentionally ignoring what we as players want, in favor of this random chance trash

Yeah I am not ok with this, I would like an explication as well QM, I am feeling pretty cheated about this. No let me rephase I am angry about this as well

I think the typical rule is to go majority rule, but TECHNICALLY he's not breaking any rules by doing what he is, as per this line below from the sticky:

>They can choose to take suggestions from other posters, or not, at their sole discretion.

...meaning the QM can either usurp or choose votes however they please.

Yeah... I'm not happy about it either, but next time could you warn us before you suddenly change the way you take votes, OP?

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>>4908083
In an decision made out of impulse, you blurt out "Aw yeah, let's go Jurassic Park on this bitch! Yeah, baby, yeah!"

Of course, you feel the instant need to backpedal and say "Oh, I was just joking, I was doing it ironically, didn't mean it, ha ha hee hee!", but the damage is already done. A tinge of guilt shoots through you when you realize you're going to be building her hopes up and knocking them down. You sigh.

"If I can, that is. I dunno, really. Maybe just the... the recently extinct ones... uh uh uh..." you stammer.

"Those first. Dinos later." Violet says. "It would be just cruel to make them strangers in our world. Even it out a little bit, that could work. In the end we'll have every single species, but first we ressurrect everything that was killed off by humanity. That's how we're gonna undo all our species' mistakes. Just imagine it, Doctor! Dodos and mammoths roaming the streets!"

You want to say something about it, but you look down at Paddy. A damn hypocrite, you are. "Sounds like a plan. But it's just that I don't thi-"

"Nice knowin' ya. I'll be sending you good vibes every step of the way." she cuts you off. "Call me up if you wanna know where the commune is, but it's way out in the boonies, and there's no cellphone signal or anything like that. We're setting it up for real next week."

"Ah, gotcha, gotcha. Thanks. Ciao." You stutter.

You slump against the couch and cover your face. What have you done? Once more you realize the importance of communication - something that should be super easy today, but considering we've got so much of it for granted, it's made us all worse at it. You sigh.

Anyhow, time to hear the bee commies. You switch back to the conference call. "Alright, next." The bee girl perks up. "Don't quite remember your name and organization... was it..."

>>4908086
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>>4908101
Dammit, I shouldn't have done that.

You know what, i'll rewrite it. Let me retcon the post before this.

I choose 4 to 9 instead.

>>4908101
what he has done with this breaks the spirit of questing, he set his rules for voting quest one, and has now changed them MID FUCKING QUEST, if he had waited till the start of a new thread, I would be fine he could have said hey going forward we are doing votes this way, but like this, no I am mad, mad as hell.

>>4908108

Try to delete the post if you want. Might still be possible

>>4908108
I am still a little upset, about that, but would like to hear your thinking behind it, trying out the "dice" pick the result. though total honesty, I really hate that idea.

>>4908108
Hey we all make mistakes, your a new qm right? I don't hold it against you, but can I ask, why the desire to do a dice decide the result thing?

>>4908103
OK! This post no longer canonically exists! If I could delete it, I could, but unfortunately reporting it to the admins would probably have me banned since it's not "off topic" or against any rules. "Submitting false or misclassified reports will result in a ban."

This was a stupid fucking decision on my part, and I apologize *deeply* to you players for doing it. I promise something like this won't happen again. I was *extremely* hesitant about using random choice. It was *incredibly* foolish of me to hope the dice function didn't roll 1.

>>4908109
I'm really sorry. I'll do this just as an exception.

>>4908113
I'm not very experienced as one. It also doesn't help that I don't read many popular quests, on account of them being massive.

I did it out of a whim, but now I realize just how retarded and unfair it is to all of you.

>>4907315 wins.
Writing...

>>4908109
>>4908111
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>>4908113
I can't give you an explanation, because it was done out of my own stupidity. But what I can give you is a solution, which is to completely ignore that absolutely moronic decision and carry on with the quest as though it never happened.

>>4908116

It's all good, OP. But as a sidenote, you CAN delete your own posts-- only there's a brief window of time to do so.

>>4908118

Also I in no way hold this minor blunder against you, as I was once a first-time QM who had their own fair-share of blunders.

>>4908118
>>4908116
Thanks for realizing how, that decision made us all feel, and being willing to go back on it, I have seen QMs do some really toxic and downright retarded shit, and I guess it has jaded me a bit, I am sorry to you for blowing up like that, I should have been calmer and given the benefit of the doubt, all is forgiven as far as I am concerned, and again I am sorry for blowing up.

>>4908118
>>4908116
Hey it's alright man, you made a mistake and corrected it, I don't hold it against you at all we all have to start somewhere

>>4908118
>>4908116
Hey you tried something and it didn't work out, while I am not a qm myself I do know one of the most important things in collaborative storytelling is communication, trying new things is great, but letting your players know what's up is also important. I hold nothing against you and agree with the other anons, your alright, it's all good.

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>>4908116
Some things just need to be said. "I don't think bringing back as many extinct species as possible will be good for the ecology at all."

Violet's tone shifts to puzzled. "What? Why?"

You take on a more serious voice. "What do you think the world is gonna look like when we loose T-Rexes everywhere?"

The gears click together in Violet's head. "Ohhhhh. Now I see what you mean. But we should at least undo the damage humans have done to the planet, you know. At the very least, we ought to go and undo the Anthropocene. The animals back then'll work together in harmony, just like they did before us."

"I know." You tell her. You feel the urge to correct her, having actually studied ecology in university unlike her "So I'll resurrect some species for you. But only the recently extincted ones. That way, it won't upset the ecosystem too much."

"Yeah. Come on over sometime, we plan to make it look like an arcadian paradise by the end of the month." Violet says. "Some of our brethren can even channel the wisdom of the ascended masters, so we'll be all set."

Bah, more woowoo. "Now, about your commune. Where is it?"

"There's no mobile signal over there, but we'll be setting it up next week." Violet says. She sends you the coordinates. "If you're really late, we plan to set up a radio station. Here's the frequency".

You look up the coordinates on google maps. Holy cow. This is bumblefuck nowhere. You widen your eyes in surprise at this. "Good lord! That's freakin' far. I wonder how you're even going to farm way out there."

Anyhow, time to hear the bee commies. You switch back to the conference call. "Alright, next." The bee girl perks up with a gentle buzz. "Don't quite remember your name and organization... what was it..."

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>>4908141
"My name's Melissa Komarova. Mind if we do a video call?" She says in a surprisingly deep voice.

"Aw, sure." You oblige.

She sure looks strange, what, with her velvety yellow fur and adorable antennae. But what's most striking about her that her pupils, which her webcam can't capture very well, are compound eyes. It's strange, really.

You were too tired to properly look at everyone who underwent the convention, but her elegant, regal features contrast with her slight chubbiness. Like a queen, you think to yourself, but considering her ideology, she'd probably have you marched to a gulag for saying that!

"Nice to meet you, Melissa." You greet "What are your plans?"

"We are not going to be all in your face like that hippie over there." she says contemptuously. "Her ilk failed in the sixties, failed in the nineties, and will fail again. Simply we shall start our hive on an island, and invite the world's dispossessed to join us on a fleet of ships, where they will have to undergo Chimerization, the first thing they do when they set foot on our island."

"And what's your intended technology level..?" You say.

"As far as we can go!" Melissa says. "New Agers like Violet are what has given the left a bad name. Nature exists for the sake of civilization. It is only socialist ideology that can preserve it in a way that benefits us. But as of late I have decided that socialism is not quite the right word for our ideology. For this exists on a deeper level, as it is ingrained in our very instincts. Eusocialism!"

"I like what you're saying." You tell her.

"With our human intelligence combined with our bee cooperation, we will advance much faster than the rest of the world. And with our newfound wealth, we shall buy off as much land as we can. And since I'm the one who came up with the idea, i'll be the queen."

> "You know, what you're saying sounds an awful lot like feudalism."
> "Human society is really complex. Bees aren't. Are you really going to implement bee social structures into your society?"
> "I'm not so familiar with bee society, but it's pretty darn matriarchal. I don't know if women are gonna have you appreciate you stealing their men."
> "Hold on... Are you gonna be the only queen?"
> "What do you think about other kinds of bee types in your hives? You think they'll get along?"
> "Humans are spread far and wide. I doubt your pheromones are gonna reach that far."
> "If you want to have a Genetic Cauldron of your own, send me one kilogram of honey for each use, bottled, so I can sell it."
> Write-In

>>4908177
>> "You know, what you're saying sounds an awful lot like feudalism."
> "Human society is really complex. Bees aren't. Are you really going to implement bee social structures into your society?"
> "Hold on... Are you gonna be the only queen?"
> "What do you think about other kinds of bee types in your hives? You think they'll get along?"

forced conversion, power-hungry, and expansionist, yeah that's about what I expected

>>4908184
this girl is a threat to humanity at large imo

>>4908177
>> "You know, what you're saying sounds an awful lot like feudalism."
>> "Human society is really complex. Bees aren't. Are you really going to implement bee social structures into your society?"
>> "I'm not so familiar with bee society, but it's pretty darn matriarchal. I don't know if women are gonna have you appreciate you stealing their men."
>> "Hold on... Are you gonna be the only queen?"
>> "What do you think about other kinds of bee types in your hives? You think they'll get along?"


all of these need to be asked honestly girl isn't really thinking to far ahead. not raising the pheromone question as I want her to fail, fuck commies

>>4908177

>>> "You know, what you're saying sounds an awful lot like feudalism."
>> "Human society is really complex. Bees aren't. Are you really going to implement bee social structures into your society?"
>> "Hold on... Are you gonna be the only queen?"
>> "What do you think about other kinds of bee types in your hives? You think they'll get along?"

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>>4908122
Weren't we all? QMing is a unique challenge, it's the first time

>>4908123
> Thanks for realizing how, that decision made us all feel, and being willing to go back on it
That's the bare frickin' minimum for me as a mature and receptive individual. When *everyone* is pissed, they are pissed for good reason. If only people in AA industries could actually realize that.

> I have seen QMs do some really toxic and downright retarded shit
"ENTOOTLEMENT!!! YER NUT ENTOOTLED TO POST UN DIS QUEST!!! IF YA DUN LIKE IT MOVEIT!!!"

Yeah, I can relate. But you took time out of your life to engage with this and post here. Since this is a shared experience between all of us, let me tell you all that you're all well and fully entitled to me listening to you.

> I am sorry to you for blowing up like that, I should have been calmer and given the benefit of the doubt

It's all good. I'm on 4chan, I don't expect others to act with forced politeness.

>>4908129
>>4908132

Thanks. I'll try better next time.

>>4908187
Support, I like the line about stealing men

you planning to be live much longer?

>>4908186
Agreed.

>>4908177
> "You know, what you're saying sounds an awful lot like feudalism."
> "Hold on... Are you gonna be the only queen?"
>Write-in: "I'd go so far as to point out that, by rooting your ideology in explicit acknowledgement and reinforcement of hierarchical classes not based on merit at it's inception, you are not even a socialist."

Hit her where it hurts: her ideological purity. Then:
> "Human society is really complex. Bees aren't. Are you really going to implement bee social structures into your society?"

Then laugh, and hang up.

>>4908202
>>Write-in: "I'd go so far as to point out that, by rooting your ideology in explicit acknowledgement and reinforcement of hierarchical classes not based on merit at it's inception, you are not even a socialist."

fucking gold support

>>4908202
>Then laugh, and hang up.
best not go this far, no need to make enemies of the bee commies, but yeah I support the write in

>>4908215

Aren't we more powerful than the bee commies since we're basically a walking genetic cauldron?