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But first, you've got shilling to do and propaganda to pump out! A herd of kits have gathered before your illicit puppet theater, ready to hear your slandering and muckraking against the Tyrant of the Badlands. It's been a while since your last show due to a close brush with the Catguard. You're pretty sure you still remember everything --everything important anyways-- but it never hurts to be sure, and it looks like there's some new cats in the audience today.

As everyone gets settled in the cramped confines of the little theater, it's time to pick back up with the show. Now where did you leave off...
>Vol. 1
>Vol. 2
>Vol. 3
>Vol. 4
>No recap, just get on with the slander!
>Write-in

>>5358549
>Vol. 0.7

>>5358549

>Vol. 1
>Vol. 2
>Vol. 3
>Vol. 4

It's been 3000 years...

>>5358549
>Volume 1
From the top as a puppet show could be fun.

>>5358549
>>Vol. 4

>>5358549
>Vol. 1
You gave us the choice

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>>5358549

>Vol. 1
Once upon a time you were MARTIN KING XXVIII, shlubby loser and who happened to get his hands on a LO-INC. Tomboy GF Request Form. On a whim, you decided to fill it out, leading you to meet your Government Issue Small Titty Tomboy GF, REBECCA ROSA PARKS.
After a nice date of BBQ and baseball, where Reb gave you the talk and [SOUL] you needed to start to turn your life around, the two of you were accosted by your ex-sexbot DOROTHY who you eventually brought back home. The next day you ordered breakfast for the three of you and decided to look for a job, finding one at a second-hand cybernetics store. There you met your co-worker, an ambiguously gendered cybergremlin named MALCOM PERI JABBERWOCK. You didn't get to meet the boss, but after being Jabberwock for a few posts you convinced them to come back to your apartment by promising alcohol and a game of Shadowrun... which still hasn't happened.
You're not really to blame for that though, ALLCO. is! As soon as you got back, you found they raided your apartment and kidnapped your Tomboy AND your Fornicator! As icing on the cake, they even kidnapped you too! What a bunch of dicks!

Where were you going with this? This was supposed to lead into the dissention somewhere, but maybe you started too far back.
>Vol. 2
>Vol. 3
>Vol. 4
>Just skip to the badmouthing!
>Write-in

>>5358769
>Vol. 2

>>5358769
>Vol. 4
out of order

>>5358808
Support.

>>5358769
>Volume 4

>>5358769
>Vol. 4

>>5358769
>>Vol. 2
>Vol. 2

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>>5358797
>>5358808
>>5358840
>>5358895

>Vol. 4
You decide it's probably best to gloss over the middle bit for the sake of time. Blah blah ALLCO. Blah blah Vanessa's fat butt. Blah blah heist and brainmaid and going to the desert.
This is where things get a little weird. The catnip shamans have been telling about some coming doom, but it's always in that weird cryptic metaphor type way that old people like so much. A super mecha death boy-of-tom, the front-desk guardian now risen, and an old hag waiting patiently where you least expect...

But who cares what those old cougars say, you've got a story to tell! You woke up with Reb smacking you over the head with the MAD after you apparently went a little possession-crazy while wearing it. You, Reb, and SNUGGLETUFF were reunited atop a giant broken robot, along with GILLIAN GRAVELY. After a sweet nap and a Super Deluxe Dream, you awoke to see DOROTHY --now mommy mode and a completely crazy-- dragging Jabberwock along. She was so happy to know where you had gone! So happy in fact that she resolved to keep Reb and Snuggletuff from you by any means necessary. You had AMANDA WALICIA CATASTROVANIA , your brain maid you got from sticking strange tech into your head, shut down and take control of Dorothy's body for the sake of everyone's safety. After dealing with that whole mess, the crew headed to Snuggletuff's war camp and hashed out a plan to take back the Catgirl throne by force.

That remind you! Snuggletuff took some of your pals to help beat the bandits into submission. Other than Amanda, who needs to stay close in order to keep a leash on your killer sexbot, who was it you decided to take with you into the Catgirl fortress, the Colosseum, again?
>Reb
>Jabberwock
>Gillian
>None

>>5358945
>Reb
It's a quest about her, after all.

>>5358945
>Gillian

>>5358945
>Gillian

>>5358945
reb

>>5358945
>Reb

>>5358945
>Reb

>>5358945
>Reb
She's da girl

>>5358945
>>Reb
REBorn

>>5358945
>Reb

>>5358945
>Gillian

>>5358945
>Reb

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>>5358957
>>5358972
>>5358994
>>5359034
>>5359041
>>5359043
>>5359084
>>5359090
>>5359139
>>5359169
>>5359226

>Reb
That's right! How could you ever forget your Government Issue Small Titty Tomboy GF? Not that you did. Due to her short stature and toned physique, she fits in just fine among the other young Catgirls with the help of some makeshift ears and a tail.

There's some debate in the audience over the honor and chivalry of such a plan, but the general consensus comes out as sowing discord being a necessary evil to oust an underhanded ruler. Looks like your side of the plot is in the clear! All you'd need to do to signal Snuggletuff is don the mad and put that [PSYCHIC LINK] of yours to work. Now that you've got the audience back on track, you can let the slander begin... or do anything really. You have the floor, as small and puppet-based as it is.

>Slander away!
>No wait, go back. There's a part you forgot that you absolutely just HAVE to tell
>Try to get a start on your up and coming standup career. You've got the chops, kid
>Write-in

>Slander away!
less go

cute reb

>>5359558
>No wait, go back. There's a part you forgot that you absolutely just HAVE to tell

Vol 2.5

>>5359558
>Slander away!

>>5359558
>No wait, go back. There's a part you forgot that you absolutely just HAVE to tell

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>>5359561
>>5359599
>>5359570

>Slander away!
Together you and Reb absolutely RAG ON the vile tyrant Tumbleruff, making bold assumptions and downright scandalous jests despite having never seen the great huntress in person. The puppet fashioned is only what you imagine she could look like from the various scraps of gossip that constantly float around the Colosseum. Red coat, dark hair (though you've hard claims of blonde), and her penchant for specs. Or was it pecs? There's only so much a kit and her man-slave can hear, even if you're just pretending.

"I'M GONNA MAKE EVERYONE BOW TO ME EVEN THOUGH I DIDN'T EARN IT, GRRR!"
Reb asserts in her best dubious Catgirl impression. The crowd scoffs and jeers at the puppet in response!
"I'M GONNA SCARE ALL THE LITTLE CATS AROUND JUST FOR FUN, RAAHHH!"
The young 'uns among the viewers blow raspberries and shout in terror for someone to stop her!
"I'M GONNA KILL EVERYONE WHO GETS IN MY WAY OR EVEN LOOKS AT ME FUNNY!"
The audience nods and mhms sensibly in support.
"...BY STABBING THEM IN THE BACK! WITH POISON! BLEEEHHH!"
Now that riles everyone back up, resulting in much hooting and hollering and growls for something to be done about this outrageous woman!

Above the yells and outrage though is one growl that hums lower than the rest, vibrating the dirt at Reb's and your knees. Even more concerning, it seems to be coming from right behind you, through the wall of your illicit tent...

>Leg it!
>It's probably nothing!
>Ask if anyone else is feeling it
>Write-in

>>5359663
>It's probably nothing!
The show must go on. It's, like, the law.

>>5359663
>It's probably nothing!
Probably.

>>5359663
>>Leg it!
Its the fuzz, scatter!

>>5359663
>It's probably nothing!

go on to say that even if Tumbleruff were right behind you this instant watching you mock her, she'd be too much of a coward to do anything about it

>>5359663
>It's probably nothing!

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>>5359665
>>5359697
>>5359731
>>5359762
>>5359787

>It's probably nothing!
Yeah, you know, probably. Besides, you just thought up an absolute ZINGER and there's no way you're going to waste it just because of some ominous rumbling! Even if Tumbleruff were right behind you, nothing can stop your-

You quickly find however that it was, in fact, not nothing. The walls of your tent are torn down, exposing you not only to your worst enemy --THE SUN-- but also to a whole squad of what you can only assume to be the ROYAL CAT AUTHORITY, led by a Catgirl who matches suspiciously well with the description you've pieced together. As you and Reb are snatched up by the scruff, you reckon it's safe to say that some mistakes may have been made and that some miscalculations played into this outcome.

"I knew the scent that crossed my nose was the stench of troublemakers."
The large cat sniffs the both of you, scrunching her nose up and screwing her mouth into a sneer
"Troublemakers... and my sister. Found a batch of new playthings, has she? Hmph, pitiful. Some simply cannot let go of what they've lost."
With a nod of her head, the Royal Cat Authority surrounds the audience with sword and shield, as well as claw and fang bared.

"What shall I do with you now, I wonder... dissenters, slandering my name and image. Infiltrators, working on behalf of my foolish kin. And city-folk, rotted to the core by your decadent ways."
>Execution?
>Life imprisonment?
>Slap on the wrist?
>Don the MAD and signal Snuggletuff!
>Call for Amanda to help, wherever he is!
>Write-in

>>5359824
>Slap on the wrist?
If that SOMEHOW doesn't work
>Don the MAD and signal Snuggletuff!

>>5359833
Support

>>5359833
Yes

>>5359824
>>5359833
+1

>>5359824
>Tell her she's got an overgrown tooth and it isn't symmetrical

>>5359833
Backing this.

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>>5359833
>>5359986
>>5360102
>>5360152
>>5360195
>>5360215

>Slap on the wrist?
"Your feeble frame could not withstand such an attack. Cutting of the hands is usually reserved for thieves..."
The Tyrant looks down at your cybernetic hands, snorting
"And it looks as though you've been punished for it already."

>Tell her she's got an overgrown tooth and it isn't symmetrical
"All kits of my dear mother bear some... mutation or another. Snuggletuff was born a pale and sickly mewler who would have perished beneath the sun. Mine... is much more special, I've found recently."
She turns her eyes to Reb, eying the tomboy up and giving her a second sniff
"This one as well, other than ears and a tail of cloth, bears an abnormality. Though what it is..."

>Don the MAD and signal Snuggletuff!
While Tumbleruff is focused on contemplating your Small Titty Tomboy GF, you swiftly slap the MAD onto your head and call out to Snuggletuff, telling her you've been made and it's time to start the attack! She gives a great roar into your mind, followed by the bellowing of an army's war cry that echoes over the Colosseum walls from off in the distance!

"Arise! Arise, Strays of Bastet! Fell deeds awake, come with me through fire and war! Fang-time, claw-time, shields are splintered ere the red day end! Ride now, ride and be witnessed! Ride for ruin, in the name of the White Lion!"

The horns and drums of war are sounded and the ground begins to rumble. The sounds of engines, battle songs, and cries of bloodthirst oppose the stronghold as the Colosseum buzzes alive to man the defenses. Catgirl warriors bound overhead with weapons in hand, shouting to one another and sounding the great bells of alarm. Tumbleruff turns her head up to the direction of her sister's voice, growling and bringing you close to her face
"I was a bit too late with catching you rats, I see. How... challenging. You two will stay close at hand, or I will turn you inside out as if you were a puppet."

Reb looks to you for the next move, looking mighty uncomfortable in the Catqueen's grasp
>Try not to think about what her threat implies and go along with Tumbleruff
>Have the two of you slip out of your tops and book it away as fast as possible
>Use the DARK and MYSTERIOUS powers of the MAD to get out of this sticky situation
>Write-in

>>5360617
>Have the two of you slip out of your tops and book it away as fast as possible
Reb doesn't want us overusing the MAD, and she's probably right. We have an addictive personality.

>>5360617
>Yell "WOAH WHAT'S THAT!" while pointing in a random direction then escape while she is distracted
>Have the two of you slip out of your tops and book it away as fast as possible

>>5360617
>Try not to think about what her threat implies and go along with Tumbleruff

i'm thinking about what her threat implies
she must have some way to make flesh stretchy, otherwise turning people inside out would tear them up like a poorly flipped fried egg becomes scrambled

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>>5360671
>>5360673
>>5360682

>Yell "WOAH WHAT'S THAT!" while pointing in a random direction then escape while she is distracted
>Have the two of you slip out of your tops and book it away as fast as possible
Hitting the tyrant with the oldest trick in the book, you manage to slip out of your denim vest and Reb swiftly unclasps her little shoulder cape! Dropping to the ground, the both of you bolt away from the Royal Cat Authority at top speeds! Shouts and hisses and the clanging of steel nips at your heels, Reb pulling you along to snake through the many shanty shacks and hopefully lose your pursuers for long enough to formulate a plan of action.

Once you have a moment to breathe, you do so with gusto and heave lightheaded for much needed air. It wasn't the longest of sprints, but boy if it didn't leave you and your lazy bones winded!
"Mart! Hey! C'mon guy, keep it together!"
The tomboy bats your cheek to help you get a grip, looking like she barely took a step herself
"You think you'll live? Alright... well, I guess that means no more puppet theater. To be honest, I'm glad things are finally kickin' off! Means we're one step closer to gettin' everything squared away, right?"

An explosion rocks the wall of the great junk fort, leaving a great hole for the warriors of Snuggletuff to pour through! A cry of breaching sounds out from the attackers before both Catgirls and bandits engage in melee, backed by gunslingers and sharpshooters taking potshots into the mass of bodies. Defenders pour barrels of toxic waste down the walls as their enemies attempt to climb, big rig trucks loaded up with huge guns trade fire with turret towers, and Catgirl war shamans bless their warriors with ritual paints and a puff of berserking powder that sends them into a feline frenzy.

Rebecca sighs and hunkers down beside you, dragging a finger through the dirt
"Okay! We need a plan! I wanna keep my and your hides intact, so where do you think we should head from here?"

She gives you a smile and a thumbs up
"Let's think positive, got it?"
>Look for a way to escape the Colosseum
>Head for the throne room, it's probably the safest
>Try and help Snuggletuff take down the loyal Catgirls
>Write-in

>>5360836
>Try and help Snuggletuff take down the loyal Catgirls
Let's try sourcing some tuna (maybe Gillian knows a fix?) and headscritches.
Snuggletuff will be a very useful ally against our corporate overlords.

>>5360836
>Try and help Snuggletuff take down the loyal Catgirls

>>5360836
>Try and help Snuggletuff take down the loyal Catgirls

>>5360836
>Head for the throne room, it's probably the safest

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>>5360845
>>5361087
>>5361092
>>5361104

>Try and help Snuggletuff take down the loyal Catgirls
"You... You mean like fighting? In all of that?"
Though not usually one to back down from a challenge, even Reb pales at the idea when she lays eyes on the battle
"Look. I, uh, I like a good fight as much at the next girl, but... That's gonna be a slaughter, Mart. I'm talkin' nothin' left to bury type shit."
As if on cue, one of the Catgirls throws a handful of Snuggletuff's bandits into the air just as another bounds into the air. With a single punch, the entire group is reduced to a red mist that sprinkles slowly back down into the fight. While your ally's gaggle of shmucks has numbers and numbers to spare, the cats are leagues above in terms of power and prowess.
Reb gulps. "See what I mean? But you don't mean it like that right? You're not just gonna go runnin' in like you got a death wish, right? You have a better idea, right?"

"Right?"
>WITNESS ME
>Contact Snuggletuff and try to get the gang regrouped
>Scheme to take down Tumbleruff herself
>Write-in

>>5361404
>WITNESS ME
>Scheme to take down Tumbleruff herself

>>5361404
>Scheme to take down Tumbleruff herself
She's strong, but she's not immortal. Collapse a whole fucking building on her, or somethin'.

>>5361404
>Try sourcing some tuna (maybe Gillian knows a fix?) and headscritches

>>5361404
>Scheme to take down Tumbleruff herself
>Pat her head
She looks very worried so some reassuring head pats are needed!

>>5361404
>>5361486

>Scheme to take down Tumbleruff herself
>Pat her head

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>>5361410
>>5361420
>>5361427
>>5361486
>>5361493

>Scheme to take down Tumbleruff herself
She might have arms like megapythons, a coat-straining chest, and more rock solid abs than you could ever dream to have, but she can still bleed. And if it bleeds...
Reb takes a peek around the corner of some rubble you've ducked behind. "Looks like the coast's clear. Kitties must've thought they had bigger fish to fry."
She looks back to you and gives a big, sharp-toothed grin. "Which gives us the first move!"

Around the walls of the Colosseum more explosions blast open more holes, letting more and more attackers into the fortress and spreading the defenders thin to cover the new entrances. The manpower issue is made all the worse when Snuggletuff herself appears on the battlefield --Gillian clinging to her back for dear life-- and calls the catgirls you've converted to her side! The power balance has shifted dramatically, tilting hard in you and your allies' favors. Through the dirt roads around you the young and elderly alike take refuge indoors, A few bands of bandits having slipped through into the inner parts of the Colosseum and seem to be heading for the large pyramid-style structure at the very center. Tumbleruff's palace...

>Pat her head
Reb gives you a squint and lightly jabs your ribs with her fingers
"Yeah yeah, I'm dressed like a cat. Wasn't funny the first ten billion times!"
She crosses her arms and huffs through her nose, but seems more collected than before. Kitty grrr.

"Alright enough with the pats, we don't got all day here! Where we headin'?"
>Blend in with the bandits and make for the palace
>Stick around the streets to keep an eye on the innocents for a bit
>Track Tumbleruff and the Royal Cat Authority on your own
>Write-in

>>5361703
>Blend in with the bandits and make for the palace

>>5361703
>Stick around the streets to keep an eye on the innocents for a bit
Is Martin King not a friend to the lowly?

>>5361703
>>5361728
Actually gonna change my vote to
>Stick around the streets to keep an eye on the innocents for a bit

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>>5361728
>>5361731
>>5361749

>Stick around the streets to keep an eye on the innocents for a bit
Seeing groups of bandits prowl the streets for unsuspecting victims doesn't fill you with warm and fuzzy feelings. Snuggletuff didn't snatch any of these guys for their upright moral compasses or love for all living things. They're meant to be dubious meat shields and expendable fodder, and the way that one just licked his lips watching a group escape into a home sends a shiver down your spine...
Reb nods in solidarity, cracking her knuckles. "I was thinkin' the same thing. We can always make a little time for crackin' bad dudes' heads, even if they're workin' for our feline overlord."
She rips a length of steel pipe from a pile of junk, batting it into her palm and cracking a grin. She's ready for action

A band of four ne'er-do-wells makes their way over to the curtain door of an abode and snicker impishly at one another. Each wields a junk blade, wears a scrap of sheet metal over their chest at most, and looks to be intent on doing a bit of good old fashioned village pillaging. The leader among them also has a long, lightweight maroon coat that's become ratty over its many laundry machineless days. They could spring their attack at any moment!

You're armed with your [STURDY CYBERFISTS] and decked out in some [DARKHOLM™ SLAVE GEAR]. You also have the [MAD] on you, just in case, as well as the element of surprise...
>Sneak up on the bandits and launch a surprise attack!
>Charge the group side by side with Reb, Badlands style!
>Call out and catch their attention from the middle of the road, jangling your spurs and fetish straps
>Leave the fine gentlemen be, surely you're overreacting
>Write-in

>>5362453
>Sneak up on the bandits and launch a surprise attack!

>>5362453
>Sneak up on the bandits and launch a surprise attack!

>>5362453
have reb distract them, with her butt

>>5362453
>Sneak up on the bandits and launch a surprise attack!

>>5362453
>Call out and catch their attention from the middle of the road, jangling your spurs and fetish straps

remind them of their duty
of getting splattered by catgirls
god I wish those xbox hueg catgirls would just pounce and fuckin murder me by landing with their 5000 pound steel solid bodies on my head

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>>5362456
>>5362485
>>5362524
>>5362555
>>5363005

>Sneak up on the bandits and launch a surprise attack!
While the bandits distract themselves with talk of plunder, killing, and other dirty deeds, you and Reb easily manage to get the drop on them! Clenching your metallic fists together you club one over the back of the head, and Reb takes out another's knees before delivering a nasty tooth-rattling crack with her pipe.

Two down, the other two quickly whip around to face their friends' assailants. The goon looks about ready to bolt now that their gaggle's numbers are cut in half, but the maroon-coated leader keeps his holding his ground.
The leader drawls in a nasally, snake-like voice. "Haaah? Whassis, couple 'a goody-goodies come to spoil the fun? Well, I don't see why you can't join in! 'Specially you, li'l lady~" He points the tip of his blade towards Rebecca and gives his sash belt a tug.
"You'd better keep that derringer in your holster before you lose it, creep!" She spits in his face, to his apparent delight. The tomboy cringes and takes a step back, readying her pipe
"Hoo-hoo, I like it when they got spunk! Makes it all the more fun for me an' my boys! Now lemme show you what kinda 'derringer' you two's dealin' with."
The leader digs into his pants and pulls out a dirty old revolver with a barrel as long as his forearm! He clicks the hammer back and points it at the two of you.

/ / / / / BANDITS ATTACK! / / / / /

LEADER THREAT LEVEL [15]
GOON THREAT LEVEL [10]

Pick a target and attack!
>Way of Fist (Roll 1d20)
>Way of Sexbot (Roll 2d20, take highest)
>Way of Tomboy (Tag out)
>Flee
>Write-in (Roll 1d20 if attack)

>>5363411
>Way of Sexbot (Roll 2d20, take highest)

can't argue with that dice advantage

>>5363411
Throw something heavy at him. That uaually works.

>>5363411
>Way of Sexbot (Roll 2d20, take highest)
This gon' be brutal

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>>5363421
>>5363422
>>5363431

>Way of Sexbot
You whistle and soon hear the sounds of your Forni-maid barreling towards your location at top speed. A shadow casts over the unaware bandits as Amanda leaps into the air...

Pick your target and roll the dice! First come first served

Rolled 5, 8 = 13 (2d20)

>>5363476
It's gonna look weird if she goes for the skinny bandit on the left from that position

So I pick the skinny bandit on the left

>>5363480
>5, 8
Hahaha, fuck.

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>>5363480
(You can roll with your vote btw)

>FAILURE [8<15]
...And unceremoniously flops to the ground with a thud. Your maid might have over 300 pounds of pussy and ass, but she is severely lacking when it comes to combat.
"A-Ahaha... Hi nyaster..." Amanda chuckles nervously, looking up at you from the dirt

Both BANDITS exchange a look before the leader aims at the android and fires, striking right in the buttcheek! Amanda lets out a cry and grabs its rear in simulated pain.

!!! AMANDA IS [DOWN] !!!

>Way of Fist (Roll 1d20)
>Way of Chuuni (Don the MAD)
>Way of Tomboy (Tag out)
>Flee
>Write-in (Roll 1d20 if attack)

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>5363488
>Write-in (Roll 1d20 if attack)
Way of the Combat Couple! Tag team with Reb!

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>5363488
>Way of Fist (Roll 1d20)
she tried

>>5363488
>>5363490
+1 Nice role

>>5363490
very nice

>>5363490
Uwaa

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>>5363490
>>5363502
>>5363514
>>5363771
>>5363797

>Way of COMBAT COUPLE
>SUCCESS [19>15]
As the two bandits snicker at the agonized Fornicator, Reb calls out to you,
"Mart, gimme a boost!"
And hops into your hands. Thankfully, due to her small stature and feather-like weight, even your noodle arms can hoist her high into the air! Spinning as she comes back down to earth, she lets her pipe strike down with a resounding crack on the leader's head. His face is left in a small crater in the ground, absolutely done for.

!!! LEADER IS DEFEATED !!!

With that display of brutality, the GOON decides to cut his losses and book it while he still can. He's not getting paid enough for this, or at all for that matter.

/ / / / / BANDITS DEFEATED! / / / / /

Reb wipes her brow and kicks the broken brigands into a neat pile before giving you a thumbs up
"Nice work, guy! I knew those dorks never stood a chance." She laughs, hoisting the pipe over her shoulder

Somewhere in the alleys, among the battle sounds and whines of Amanda-3500, you hear a shuffling and soft footsteps.
>Check on Amanda
>Investigate noise
>Get the gang moving on Tumbleruff's trail
>Write-in

>>5364089
>Get the gang moving on Tumbleruff's trail

Gotta keep on top of her.

>>5364089
>Check on Amanda
We've really put our poor Dorothy-chan through the ringer.

>>5364089
>Check on Amanda
She got shot in the ass so probably a good idea.

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>>5364127
>>5364132
>>5364213

>Check on Amanda
"O-Oww... I forgot how much getting hurt sucks..."
The Forni-maid rubs her rear, gingerly touching the fabled fourth hole in her cheek. Thankfully, the damage seems to be superficial as Amanda stretches and makes sure her parts are in working order.
"Um, I-I think Dorothy's okay, master! Nothing a trip to the shop can't fix, right? Sorry I wasn't more useful..."
"Eh, don't sweat it! You were a great distraction, Mandy!" Reb snickers and smacks the Fornicator on the ass, causing a pained yelp

The noises from the shadows stop, and for a moment the world is silent. Then you hear the clicking of a gun preparing to fire.
"Martin King." A familiar, gothy voice calls your name followed by the scent of cigarette smoke. "Don't make any sudden moves, we're here to check your progress..."
The gruff, cyberized voice of a death machine speaks up as well. "Yeah! I think it's 'bout time you handed over that chip thingy. Where's it at, huh?"

Uh oh. Looks like LO-INC. finally caught up to you.
>Tell them it's in your brain
>Just greet them for now, no need to spill the beans just yet
>Scatter, it's the fuzz!
>Fight! You took on these bandits, this will definitely go the same way
>Write-in

>>5364268
>Just greet them for now, no need to spill the beans just yet
>Offer to go retrieve the chip if they can help you sort out this whole cat civil war situation first
Then hope Tumbleruff or Snuggletuff take them down in the process

>>5364268
>tell them uuuuuh tumbleruff stole it from you

Yeh, let's tell them to help against tumbleruff. Maybe find a way to trick then into thinking she destroyed it.

>>5364268
>Tumblruff totally stole it from us

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>>5364274
>>5364535
>>5364574
>>5364627

>Just greet them for now, no need to spill the beans just yet
>tell them uuuuuh tumbleruff stole it from you
>Offer to go retrieve the chip if they can help you sort out this whole cat civil war situation first
You turn around to greet the LO-INC. agents, finding GOTH JOY and JUNKO CRUSHER to be among them. The front desk girl, squeezed into a tight tactical bodysuit and held together by straps, points a handcannon far too big for anyone to fire practically right at your chest. Junko stands her ground as the squad moves to surround you, running her gaze over your group.
"Tumbleruff?" Joy asks, "Isn't that the big one? Or uh... the one leading the other cats, yeah. Not the pale one."
Junko revvs up her arm gun. Not as a threat, but a tick born from annoyance and an overabundance of firepower. "Why the hell'd you let her do that, idiot?! You'd better believe you're helpin' get it back. Ain't no way we're cleanin' up your mess all by ourselves!"

>Tumblruff totally stole it from us
Joy squints sideways at you as you repeat yourself, looking you up and down before settling on the melted plastic in your ear. Just as she's about to speak up however, Junko grumbles at the figure shaking behind you.
"You're new. I remember the sexbot from HQ, but- Hang on a sec. You're a..."

For the first time, you see Reb trembling in fear as she hides away from the towering cyborg and covers her nose with her hands. Even before when you talked about diving into the battle there was some confidence still in her voice. But now Reb is frozen, petrified under her scrutiny like she's seeing a real boogeyman with her own two eyes. She can't even squeak out half a word as Junko takes a few steps forwards.

Rebecca's feet are rooted to the spot, and the circuits are quickly starting to fire in Junko's head.
>Reveal Reb to Junko, see where this goes
>Try to change the subject, you won't risk losing her again
>Come clean about the chip and Amanda, honesty is the best policy
>Write-in

>>5365152
>>Try to change the subject, you won't risk losing her again
>>Come clean about the chip and Amanda, honesty is the best policy
Distract them with the bs. This should distract them long enough to forget about reb.

We can't tell then about the chip, or else they'll just open up our fucking head. Let's change the subject.

>>5365152
>Try to change the subject, you won't risk losing her again
>Come clean about the chip and Amanda, honesty is the best policy

>>5365173
Well yes, but they might also do the same to Reb, you got any other subject to talk about???

>>5365152
>Try to change the subject, you won't risk losing her again
>>Focus on the cat civil war and, ahem, "getting the chip back from Tumbleruff"

>>5365205
>got any other subject to talk about???
Yes.

>>5365152
>Try to change the subject, you won't risk losing her again

Tell them we already allied with Snuggletuff to get that chip back, but we didn't have the physical prowess to actually take her on, and we're worried it would be damaged in a catgirl fight so we'd better hurry.

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>>5365156
>>5365173
>>5365198
>>5365205
>>5365236
>>5365376

>Try to change the subject, you won't risk losing her again
>Come clean about the chip and Amanda, honesty is the best policy
You grab Joy and Junko's attention away from Reb for long enough to show them the neural storage device melted into your ear socket. Their jaws go slack, and Amanda backs you up in blocking off the tomboy by stepping up to your side
"W-Well, you see..." Amanda taps their fingertips together and relays the chain of events that led you to this situation. Plugging your brain, teleporting to the desert, jacking into a crazy android, all the things a corporate employer would want to know. By the end Joy's face is in her hands and Junko is looking at you absolutely dumbfounded. There's a short, hopeful pause given by your maid that is quickly broken by the cyborg death machine

"You're fuckin' with me, right..." Junko looks back to Joy for some input. "I mean, ain't no WAY you actually went an' did all that shit right after makin' a [PINKY PROMISE], right. Even I ain't that dumb!"
Joy pulls her face out of her palms and takes a deep pull from her cigarette. "Yeah, so uh... Listen dude. I know we had a thing going, but I think I gotta tell Ms. Lo about this... Sorry, I REALLY don't wanna lose this job."

She turns around and faces up her wrist, HDD popping up and connecting to the boss! Junko takes a step back from the group and revvs her weapons again.
"Tryin' to sneak one past me, then admittin' to it? That chip really did fry your braincase! What the hell's your game here, huh?"

>What do you do?

>>5365664
>"I just don't want to be owned by these corporations. Don't you ever feel like that?"

Why the hell did you people admit to it? This is plain retarded...

>>5365664
>"This chip makes me do all kind of crazy shot, I dodnt plan for any of this, do you really think I wanted to be in the middle of a catgirl bloodfeud? I made a judgment call to preserve your fucking tech, give me a break."

>>5365664
fuck I can't believe people voted to admit to it
or that it won, I thought we had 3 for subject change vs 2 for admit

uuuuh
tell them there's a catgirl herd coming right for us and then run away

>>5365695
Agreed, but it is what it is. Let's roll with it.

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>>5365678
>>5365695
>>5365758

>"This chip makes me do all kind of crazy shot, I dodnt plan for any of this, do you really think I wanted to be in the middle of a catgirl bloodfeud? I made a judgment call to preserve your fucking tech, give me a break."
>"I just don't want to be owned by these corporations. Don't you ever feel like that?"
"Eh? Do I ever feel like..." Junko scratches her nose as her words trail off. Something looks to be missing from her. Her B.A.N.D.A.G.E.
She trills her lips, or does the best she can with a metal jaw, and leans down closer to your eye level. Amanda blushes.

"Nobody wants to be owned, little man, but that's just the way shit is. For hundreds 'a years, from here to all the way back East, it's little guys working for big guys working for bigger guys all wanting to be the biggest guy. Ain't nobody nowhere not owned by someone, not even those dumbasses headin' off to Mars thinkin' it'll turn out different. Not even me!"
The cyborg huffs a bitter laugh though her nose, leaning her head to the side to look at the frozen tomboy. The corners of her mouth rise a smidge and when next she speaks her voice seems a slight pitch higher
"But yeah, I guess somewhere in me I do. Heck, if I didn't, then I bet there wouldn't be any runaways like this one, huh? I'm livin' comfy, don't gotta worry 'bout starvin' no more, I even get to work with my best friend, so... I don't get why I'd wanna be free from it."
Joy continues her call in the background, a frustrated Hua Lo on the HDD screen

"Whadda you wanna be free for?"

>What do you do?

>>5365944
>True peace is not merely the absende of tension; it is the presence of justice
This was justa meaningless truism we heard in historical dramas... But the we met Reb, a brainwashed slave. We frees her. She saved us. Now we know...

>The ultimate measurss of a man (or tomboy) is not where they stand in moments of convenience, but where they stand at times of challenge and controversy

We stand with Reb. We stand with Amanda, and Dorothy too.

>>5365944
>>5366052
+1

>>5366052
Sure, i suppose

>>5366052
>>5365944

Backing this.

>>5365944
>"I forgot, but I trust past me to have had a good reason"

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>>5366052
>>5366254
>>5366255
>>5366344
>>5366686

>Try to be deep and profound
Junko nods sagelike, humming deep in thought at your wise words. This is it, this feels right. Knowledge has been imparted. You are a scholar, a philosopher, and now a teacher.

A teacher that is grabbed in a headlock and relentlessly noogied by the enormous cyborg tomboy as she cackles. Amanda's face twitches and dizzies as your gourd is assaulted by the metal knuckles
"NERD. You just wanna squeeze your Government Issued Tomboy GF's SPORTY BUNS! You sly dog, you."
"Junko!" Joy calls out, walking towards you all and holding out her HDD screen. "Boss lady wants a word with our guy. Don't scramble his eggs more than they already are."

She lets you go and pushes you forwards, your thoroughly bullied noggin smoking a little as you stumble to look at Hua on the other end of the call. If ever there was an upset mom face, you're seeing it right now.
"Mr. King. I'd like you to know that I'm not mad. I'm just very, very... disappointed."

>What do you do?

>>5366889
>Ask if her not being mad means she won't use the resources of her high position in LO-INC to make our life hell

>>5366916
Agreed, that would be swell.

>>5366889
>Revert to childhood, feel deep and inexplicable shame

>>5366889
It is what it is, acting like a coward aint gonna help

>>5366916
This, good assurance.

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>>5366916
>>5366974
>>5367237
>>5367831

>Revert to childhood, feel deep and inexplicable shame
>Ask if her not being mad means she won't use the resources of her high position in LO-INC to make our life hell
For a moment it's as if you're 10 again with your hand in the cookie jar, back when you still had hands, and your mom is scolding you in that calm yet stern way she was so fond of. You tink your metal fingertips together out of guilt while Hua twiddles her cigarette holder between her own cyberized digits.
"No, I won't. You have enough torment coming for you already now. I think you can use all the mercy you can get."
A deep pit starts to form in your stomach, like a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad, lousy, rotten presence has put it's ominous eye right over your entire being.
"We might not have pinkies anymore, but such things go beyond the literal. Forgive me, it is customary that I declare..."

- - - [ the pinky promise was broken ] - - -

You squeeze your eyes shut on instinct and brace yourself. A moment passes. Then another. After the third you peek out to see that... nothing has changed. Everything is as it should be.
Junko is trying, and failing, to speak to a stammering Reb while Amanda hangs off the cyborg's bicep. Curious cats peek out from their homes and the nearby alleys to watch the situation unfold, somewhat deterred by the squad of corporate goons the two brought along. The battle still rages on some ways off, fighting having slowed to a crawl that inches towards the great pyramid at the center of the Colosseum. Joy smokes her seemingly infinite cigarette off to the side while she holds her wrist up for your call, her arm clearly getting tired. Hua has looked away as well, having turned her chair to the side.
And yet, even with everything as it should be, the feeling of dread does not leave you. The feeling that seeps into your body, mind, and [SOUL]

Sometime, somewhere, somehow, you are going to pay a price.

>What do you do?

Lets go do something retarded and pointless, since people here seem to love doing that

>>5367927
We do, yes. :)

>>5367867
>Go finish this cat rebellion
We GOTTA' install Snuggletuff now. We need all the friends we can get.

>>5367867
backing >>5367960
I wanna see Junko fight a catgirl

>>5367960
>>5368025
>>5367867

>Junko x Catgirl fight (all paws)

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>>5367927
>>5367960
>>5368025
>>5369141

>Go finish this cat rebellion
You shake off the feeling for now. It's just something you'll have to deal with later, right now there's more urgent things happening!
"I believe that's all there was to discuss," Hua speaks as you regain your bearings. "Our contract is over. Joy, Junko, you may do what you wish. Where did I put the ibuprofen..."

The call ends and Joy lets out a sigh of relief as she finally drops her arm and shakes it out. The goon squad looks just about ready to move out when Joy circles her cigarette hand in the air. "Alright gang, that's all she wrote. If we hurry back we can make it to Denny's for-"
"Hold your horse-ass!" Her orders are interrupted by Junko who musters Reb up one more time before looking to the pyramid with a shark's grin. "Yeah yeah, mission complete, whatever. But as your, uh, observer, I still ain't observed none of you in a fight. As boss lady 'a you clowns, I order you to go an' join the offensive on the kitty HQ! Ain't nobody leavin' till everyone gets at least five notches on their belts or dies tryin'!"
Joy's shoulders sink. "You can't be for real..." Junko's low, growling chuckle at the thought of battle is the only answer she receives.

The ex-front desk girl pokes you in the cheek with a frown, bumping your shin with her steel-toed combat fuckboots. "It's YOUR fault I had to come all the way our here, so YOU'RE gonna help! Can't believe I gave a clown like you my number..."
She wafts her cigarette hand in front of your face as she complains, the decadent scent of SYNTHNIC triggering something primal in your brain. Holy shit it's been ages since you last had a smoke, and you're fiending HARD. You need a drag BAD.

ADDICTION LEVEL [13]
WITHDRAWAL LEVEL [3]

>Resist (Roll 1d20-3)
>Ask Joy for a smoke

Also
>How do you REBELLION

>>5369329
>Resist (Roll 1d20-3)
Also
>See about acquiring some tuna (or other fishy delights) by reconvening with Gillian, and sue these to try to end the conflict peaceably through critical distraction and a single, decisive duel with Rumbletuff
>Try and hype up Rumbletuff so Junko wants to be the one to duel her

Rolled 2 - 3 (1d20 - 3)

>>5369340
>>5369329
Oh, and the roll.

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>5369340
>>5369349
Support but counter rolling.

>>5369329
>Ask Joy for a smoke

>wander around and do what you can
Feel like beating Tumbleruff belongs to Snuggletuff

Rolled 20 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>5369329

>Resist (Roll 1d20-3)
>Try and hype up Rumbletuff so Junko wants to be the one to duel her

>>5369340
Support
>Give Joy our pack of smokes outta kindness

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>>5369340
>>5369349
>>5369716
>>5369750
>>5369900
>>5369952

>Resist: SUCCESS [20]
You manage to catch the words before they leave your throat, the sight of Reb being enough to keep you on the straight and narrow for now! Seeing you hold yourself back from your old habits, she gives you a shaky thumbs up
[+1 AFFECTION] [20/100]
[-1 SYNTHNIC ADDICTION] [12]

>Give Joy our pack of smokes outta kindness
Sadly, or thankfully, you don't have a pack on you. If you did, you'd be smoking like a chimney by now!

>See about acquiring some tuna (or other fishy delights) by reconvening with Gillian, and sue these to try to end the conflict peaceably through critical distraction and a single, decisive duel with Rumbletuff
>Try and hype up Rumbletuff so Junko wants to be the one to duel her
Your mind turns to fish, and then to Gilliian! As much as you want to contact her, the mutant doesn't have an HDD as far as you know. There's also the matter of finding her in the first place. If you had to guess, she's probably still with Snuggletuff... in the thick of battle. You do have your psychic link with her still, but she may be preoccupied.

Just as your thoughts are swimming about to solve this conundrum, Amanda tugs your arm and points at one of the great bands heading for the pyramid. "Master, I think I can see..."
It takes a good squint, but sure enough there she is. The towering catgirl stands about a head over even her fellow kin, and clinging to her back for dear life is Gillian. At least one of them looks to be having a good time.

Junko revs up her machine gun once more, grinning at the scene.
"So that's your friend, huh?" She chuckles hungrily. "She's HUGE. That means she must have a HUGE SISTER."
She lowers her stance and rears back as if readying herself to spring into action! Judging by the sounds of servos and whatsits tightening and clicking, that's exactly what she's going to do.

>What do you do?

>>5370250
Watch, and enjoy. We're in for a show, boils and ghouls!

>>5370250
>Hitch a ride on her back before she hulk jumps

>>5370320
Good idea. Adding my support to this, sow e can better do >>5370257

>>5370250

>>5370250
>Jump on her back, Gillian can't have all the fun

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>>5370257
>>5370320
>>5370322
>>5370371

>Hitch a ride on her back before she hulk jumps
>Jump on her back, Gillian can't have all the fun
You hop onto Junko's back, grabbing hold of one of the convenient handles on the back of her frame. Seeing she's taken an extra passenger, she barks back towards Reb as well. "Get your little ass on too! You ain't skippin' this, shrimp!"
"I-I'm not tryin' to-" The tomboy huffs herself out of her jitters once the cyborg challenges her, mounting the other side. Junko's cybernetics adjust for the added weight, then takes to the skies with an earth shattering crack! If it weren't for your metal hands, and the grip strength of a lonely single loser, you surely would've flown right off.

After a moment in the air, you hear the voices of Amanda and Joy hopping at much lower altitudes beneath you. They shout upwards and wave
"Master! Please be careful, I-I'm right behind you~!" The forni-maid holds up a peace sign as Joy plants her hands on the robot's head
"Junko, where are you going?! We need a plan first!"
"I got one!" Junko calls back, aiming her gun at the massive mashup of manslaughter below. "It's called OPERATION CRUSH!"

The combined masses of you and Reb, but mostly Junko, scream down from the air and towards the battle. There's still some time for course correction before you land in the thick of things, or just bailing before you get yourself into a bloodbath. Reb's nervousness about facing the Cats and bandits is gone, her courage fortified by the presence and goading of the death-machine

>What do you do?

>>5371073
>Try to talk the other catgirls into standing down so these two killing machines can duke it out mano a mano

There's been enough bloodshed, and any time a cute catgirl dies, it is a loss to us all.

>>5371073
>Sell tickets to spectate the fight

>>5371199
Hey, if we can make money WHILE saving lives... Why not? Could be useful for helping to buy our way to safety and security for us and our friends later.

Supporting >>5371199 AND my original vote at >>5371079

>>5371073

>>5371073
>>5371073

>Try to talk the other catgirls into standing down so these two killing machines can duke it out mano a mano
>And make sure they're oiled up.

>>5369329
>The Bass Pro Pyramid of Memphis
I lived there for 10 years but somehow I never realized exactly how surreal it’s gonna be when seen in a post apocalyptic context

>>5372631
"It appears to be.. A great shrine, perhaps to a God of the Hunt or some mighty king who was fond of that noble pastime. The inscription upon it seems to be a prayer, or perhaps a promise of a 'happy hunting ground' in the afterlife, where there are waterfowl to hunt in great, almost infinite abundance. Literally, it translates to 'Ducks Unlimited.'"

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>>5371079
>>5371199
>>5371207
>>5372127

>Try to talk the other catgirls into standing down so these two killing machines can duke it out mano a mano
Junko crashes into the ground with resounding force, crushing a few bandits beneath her immense frame. The shockwave clears a hole in the melee and a firing of her arm cannon into the air keeps them there. Both offense and defense halt, the battlefield is still, then Snuggletuff steps forwards from the crowd.
"What is the meaning of this." The warlord demands, shaking Gillian off of her back. The octopus lands to the ground with a squish, wobbling and dizzied from the heat of combat. "My servant brings the abominations of the City-Kings to our aid? Poison is their being..."
"Fuck you callin' a 'bomination, hah kitty?" Junko shakes you and Reb off her shoulders as well, Amanda and Joy landing just behind you. Junko brings her non-gun arm across her mountainous chest to stick and thumb over her heart. "I'm gonna sort out your little problem, that's what the meanin' is. By takin' your sister one-on-one an' showin' you pussies how to really skin a cat."

A murmur goes up through the gathered warriors. The city-monster wishes to duel Tumbleruff...
Snuggletuff raises a hand. "SILENCE. No, abomination, you shall not. The honor of striking down my snake of a sister belongs to me and me alone," She steps up to Junko and gets as close as anatomy will allow. "And any who stand in my way shall meet their end upon my blade."
"Then I guess we got a li'l problem here, don't we?"

>Sell tickets to spectate the fight
>And make sure they're oiled up.
You curse yourself for not having the foresight to have brought a roll of tickets, or much of anything that could be used as such. Fortunately however, it seems the two of them have come pre-oiled, shining with sweat under the sweltering sun. Your [LUST FOR THE BUST] increases.

Tensions are high, a fight could break out between Snuggletuff and Junko at any moment. Amanda looks ready to spring to get you out of harm's way, but Reb is looking at you to do something quick.

>What do you do?

>>5373108
>sing the Meow Mix song at the top of your lungs

>>5373108
>Find a way to record the fight.

>>5373108
>Suggest they engage in glorious cooperation

>>5373173
Fair.

>>5373112 THEN >>5373173, when we have their attention.

>>5373108

>>5373108
>Suggest they engage in glorious cooperation
When that inevitably fails
>Find a way to record the fight.

Also
>Get Hua and Joy a nice gift
One for breaking the pinky promise, the other for dragging her into this mess in the first place. We really should be better than subhuman trash we’re acting like.

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>>5373112
>>5373116
>>5373173
>>5373174
>>5373402

>Get Hua and Joy a nice gift
You make a mental note to do that later when you're not in bodily danger. Get that goth some crystals. Goth bitches love crystals.

>Find a way to record the fight.
You whisper to Amanda to record the fight, turning to nod with determination in your eyes. Amanda meanwhile blinks at you.
"You... want me to record it? Well, Dorothy's eyes are equipped with cameras... O-Okay, nya-ster, anything for you~!"
Reb raises an eyebrow and frowns. "Really? Now? Priorities, guy!" The tomboy shakes her head and jabs your ribs with two fingers
[-1 AFFECTION] [19/100]
"And I'm right here."

>sing the Meow Mix song at the top of your lungs
Your screeching does not go unnoticed as all eyes, even those of Junko and Snuggletuff, turn to look at you with confusion, annoyance, and concern. Once the song comes to an end there's a short pause that seems to go on for ages, or maybe it's a long pause that seems really short. In either case, the air has been made awkward, and you are the source.
"What the fuck...?" Junko looks back at Snuggletuff, having turned away from the cat to see what the commotion is.
"Does the ah... 'The Spectrum' bloom within his brain?"
Judging by Amanda's expression, it was all caught on video. How embarrassing.

>Suggest they engage in glorious cooperation
"You truly are maddened. The duel shall be one on one and none shall interfere." Snuggletuff blows the idea off, but Junko puts a metal hand to her metal jaw
"Nah wait, he's got an idea there... See if you beat her, an' then I kick your fluffy butt, then by default I beat the both 'a ya!"
The warlord glares at her as she cackles, clapping her hand on the cat's shoulder and grinning wide.
"You know what! That ain't the worst idea I ever heard! Whadda ya say, kitty?"
Snuggletuff sighs out through her nose, but gives a nod of agreement after a short moment
"Very well. Then I hereby call to challenge Tumbleruff to honorable combat! Have her come face me before all!"

There's another murmur through the crowd, the message working it's way through and up into the pyramid. Soon enough another message comes back to the front, and is relayed by a runner
"Queen Tumbleruff is unable to meet your challenge at this time, as she is currently tending to her littlest kit!"
Snuggletuff raises a brow and growls in frustration. "Coward." She spits.

>What do you do?

>>5374566
>Offer to have your forni-maid babysit the littlest kit
>Point out that Amanda is a catgirl maid in an onee-san's body, so she's well-suited to the task

NO EXCUSES

>>5374566
sounds like bullshit
INVADE THE PYRAMID

>>5374574
>>5374911
Support

WITNESS US!

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>>5374574
>>5374911
>>5376259

>Offer to have your forni-maid babysit the littlest kit
>Point out that Amanda is a catgirl maid in an onee-san's body, so she's well-suited to the task
"E-Eh?" Amanda interjects, leaning close to your ear and whispering. "Master, I um, I've never actually t-taken care of children before... I'm a maid for your brain, I'm supposed to take care of manchildren! N-Not that you're um...!"
Amanda quickly clears his throat and sets hands on his hips, nodding firmly. "Yep! That's right! I'm one hundred percent babysitting certified!"
There's another murmur among the cats, grumbles about wanting to see this duel no matter how many kits the queen can coddle. The runner ducks though the crowd to relay the message, but it seems Snuggletuff is done waiting.

>NO EXCUSES
The warlord raises her fist and bellows loud for all to hear!
"I have suffered in exile long enough! I, the rightful ruler of these lands, shall not be dismissed like the common cat. If she will not come to face me herself, then I shall kick down her door and force her to! By Rite of Honorable Combat, I challenge the false queen Tumbleruff for the throne! MY throne!"
She stomps forwards and the cats who once fought fiercely now part to make a path. A show of force to get their attention, and now a formal challenge. None shall get in the way.

Junko snorts at the display and starts to follow, Joy joining her with a sigh. "This oughta be a fun."
Meanwhile Reb taps your arm, pointing to Gillian mid-camouflaging. "Yo guy... I bet we could sneak off too, everybody who gives a damn 'bout us looks pretty preoccupied. Unless ya really do wanna see how this plays out."

>What do you do?

I trust our strong friend. Let's have some peace with out tomboy girl.
>Sneak Off

>>5376279
>Sneak Off
Amanda's recording it anyway, so let's go for a ncie little stroll and make up for that lost affection.

>>5376279
>Sneak Off

>>5376279
>Follow
I for one do want to see how this plays out

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>>5376283
>>5376371
>>5376799
>>5376850

>Sneak Off
As Snuggletuff, Junko, and Joy head off to see the takeover through to the end, you, Reb, and Amanda decide he best course of action is following after Gillian and escaping the clutches of LO-INC. and the Catgirls while you can. Though she blends in well, it isn't hard to notice her stumbles through the dirt and the sloshing of her fishbowl. Past confused bandits, through tight debris, and finally out through one of the holes blown through the walls of the Colosseum.

As the sun sinks over the horizon, the sky speckles with stars, for the most part free of the pollution from the city. At your feet you traverse a mound of bodies, parts, and mush before you meet the red-moistened dirt again. Gillian stumbles and falls to the ground, her camouflage melting away as exhaustion takes her. She pushes herself to look back at you, spitting in an utterly exhausted voice.
"You've gotta be-" She starts, flopping over onto her back and propping up on an elbow. "Will all you guys quit following me?! I'm not doing any more work for you assholes, I mean it!"
She blubs in tired rage and her arm gives out from underneath her, puffing up a cloud of dust as she collapses. "Ain't you got... that cannibal with the sexy legs to catch up with... Just lemme live in peace..."

Reb shakes her head at the sight and sighs. "Yeah, Jab should still be layin' low at that pal who set me loose's bunker. Bet those two nerds are havin' a real party by now."
A cybernetic shiver runs up Amanda's spine. "I-I just got a bad feeling... Oh well, I'm just glad you're safe, nya-ster~ I think we should go home as soon as possible, n-nothing like resting in your own bed after a long adventure, right?"

>What do you do?

>>5377356
>go back and watch the catfight goddamnit

>>5377356
>Invite Gillian to lay low at pur place with us
>Go get Jab and go on home

>>5377356
>Go get Jab
Let's get our bro. Its time to go home.

>>5377356
>>Go get Jab

>>5377495
+1

>>5377495
+1
Gillian......

>>5377356
>go back and watch the catfight goddamnit
>Invite Gillian to lay low at pur place with us

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>>5377378
>>5377495
>>5377634
>>5377883
>>5378084
>>5378103
>>5378136
>>5378141

>Invite Gillian to lay low at pur place with us
"Lay low? What are you..."
Gillian puts her tentacled hands on the face of her fishbowl and blubs in severe frustration
"You're right... that crazy molly will probably be coming after me if she beats her sister and the cyborg. Thinks she owns me... and you guys too."
After some more sulking, the mutants sits up again with a great big sigh. She holds her hands up to be hoisted
"Fine... My tower is probably done for anyways. But if this turns out to be even more trouble, I'm gonna be livid."

>Go get Jab and go on home
Amanda lifts the squid in a princess carry and Reb starts to lead the way. The four of you commandeer a bandit's abandoned death tuk-tuk, tomboy at the wheel as you speed off into the night.

---

The starts shine on a moonless night, your crew only illuminated by the blue shine of Reb's HDD and the trace glow of the headlights. After some time kicking up dust through the desert, you eventually arrive at an old unassuming gas station, long abandoned and sucked dry of fuel. White catgirl handprints --or paw prints depending on how you look at it-- are painted on the outside of the building to mark it as taboo, a place that should be avoided due to some superstition or another.
Once Reb leads you through a secret hatch behind the freezer doors, you see why. A large, imposing bunker door glows a threatening red before you all. On the door itself looks to be a heavy knocker, and just to the side an old dusty intercom. Gillian, having fallen asleep in Amanda's arms, squirms in discomfort at the presence even through her slumber. Reb gives you a reassuring nod.
"This is the place. Don't worry, guy, it's just for looks. She's apparently some kinda 'e-girl cybergoddess', whatever that means. Gotta keep up appearances!"

>What do you do?

>>5378810
>Be on your best behavior

>>5378810
Let's get our bro jabberwock

>>5378813
+1

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>>5378813
>>5378819
>>5378953

>Be on your best behavior
You give the hefty knocker a trio of thunks, then a tentative greeting into the intercom. A moment passes, then an unfamiliar voice comes through with a heavily synthesized sigh
"It's you. Great... Alright, come in. You're lucky these funny little gremlins have me in a good mood."
With sirens and flashing lights, the thick bunker door slowly opens up for you and Reb steps in without hesitation.

Walking through a downward sloping steel hallway the door closes again behind you, neon lights along the sides of the floor brightening up the interior some. After descending and heading onwards through a magnetically locked door, you and your party come face-to-face with huge screen displaying an abstracted face made up of circuits and technobabble. Even as inhuman as it is, it still conveys the feeling of not being happy to see you.

"I AM CLARESSA. SHE WHO SEES ALL, SHE WHO KNOWS ALL, SHE WHO HAS SEEN EVERY LAST BIT OF YOUR BROWSER HISTORY. CYBERGODDESS OF THE ENTIRE TRI-STATE AREA, THE ILLUMINATI OF ONE, AND..."

She lets out a cyberized yawn
"Blah blah a bunch of other shit. You're that doucher I helped get into LO-INC., right? Yeah, that's your tomboy and uh... sexbot. I don't even wanna know about the squid. Your pals are, like, in the room to the right playing Minecraft. And Vanessa is uhhh..."

Wait, Vanessa's here too? Aw sheeeiiit...

>What do you do?

>>5379112
Oh shit they are playin minecraft? Join in of course! Gotta show off your greentop.

>>5379112
Just go grab jabberwock, we've wasted enough tiiiiime

>>5379112
>Ask if she can run Crysis

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>>5379284
>>5379363
>>5379709

>Ask if she can run Crysis
"Man, nobody can run Crysis. Have you seen the one that came out like a month ago? Someone tried to render those Koreans on an ALLCO. supercomputer and blew up a whole city block. Horrible tragedy."
A small heavily compressed gif of an explosion accompanied by stock explosion noises appears on the screen below her face
"Kinda like how you're gonna have a crisis in a few-"

>Oh shit they are playin minecraft? Join in of course! Gotta show off your greentop.
Oh fuck yeah we in this bitch.
You rush into the room and spot Jabberwock huddled in front of a sweet game of Minecraft alongside Peanut and K3nnedy! How'd they get here?
Seeing you barge into the room, Jab turns their head and gives a cheerful wave. "Oh! Hey, Martin! I was wondering when you guys would get back. I um... like the clothes?"
K3nnedy and Peanut give each other a glance before stretching and standing up, the latter letting out a big yawn
"I gotta go take a piss! Be back uh, in a minute." The gutter rat says and turns on his heel
"Statement: Yes, I shall also go and return with food and beverages. Please be patient."

Jabberwock scratches his cheek and shrugs as the two go. "Oh yeah, they came over too! Still not sure where that pervert guy is though... I hope he's alright. How did everything with the cats go? You're all still alive at least, h-heh!"

There's a strange scent on the air coming from one of the other rooms. Smokey and floral, making your nose twitch with synthnic need. You can tell right away it's some high quality stuff someone's smoking.

>Just go grab jabberwock, we've wasted enough tiiiiime
"E-Eh? Go where? You mean back to the city? B-But...!" Jab tinks their metal fingertips together. "I... I think I wanna stay here. We found her! The, um, the cybergoddess! The boss man is gonna be so happy with me..."
The gremlin hugs their arms around their knees with a happy sigh. "You should wanna talk to her too. She's the first one who ever uploaded her consciousness, you know? Maybe she can help you with your, um... brainwoms!"

>What do you do?

>>5379936
>Ask where Vanessa is, so she doesn't sneak up on your dick

>Check out that mystery scent

>>5379936
I suppose we should talk with her, i guess?
>>5379948
It's just weed. It'd be dumb to go there when we're on withdrawal from cigs. Don't wanna trade one vice for another.

>>5379936
>Refuse. Your brainworms are a part of you. They absolve you of responsibility for your actions and you can't live without them.

>>5379955
420 blaze it! it'll be amusing to see what's going on, and it's gotta' be better for us than synthnic.

>>5379936
>Ask where Vanessa is, so she doesn't sneak up on your dick (but she will)

>>5379936
Sure, let's get a check to at least know what kind of brainworms we're dealing with. Resist the temptation to hit whatever they got cooking though.

>>5380037
+1

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>>5379948
>>5379955
>>5379959
>>5380005
>>5380037
>>5380073

>Ask where Vanessa is, so she doesn't sneak up on your dick (but she will)
"O-Oh, her..." Jabberwock's cheeks flush as the nerd gulps. "Vanessa's um... well she said she needed to uh... I-I don't wanna say it. She needed to get ready for someone in the um... you know! The p-private way..."
They point towards a door near the back of the room, that floral smoke drifting out of the vent above it. A melodic hum joins it, seeming to invite you and you alone inside. "Sh-She's in there..."

"Hey, guy." Reb elbows you in the side. "What's Jab so nervous out about? That lady trouble or somethin'?"
"Why are they so flushed, master?" Amanda asks, setting Gillian on a nearby couch.
It occurs to you that the only ones here who actually worked, drank, and partied with Vanessa are you, Jabberwock, and Dorothy. Things could get awkward... on the other hand, big goth butt and sporty tomboy butt...

>Sure, let's get a check to at least know what kind of brainworms we're dealing with.
You don't even have to go anywhere before the voice of Claressa emits from a nearby speaker.
"So, you wanna see what's going on in your meat-gourd after all, huh. I told you not to put that thing in, I warned you dog. But whatever, you're already paying for it."
Floor lights leading down a set of stairs flick on.
"Lab's down here. We can get more in-depth once you get settled in. No rush or anything, it's just your brain and my tech."

>What do you do?

>>5380199
>Go get our gourd gandered-at
>Try not to think about a Vanessa/Reb ass-sandwich with King filling, just in case Claressa can, like... See what you're thinking or whatever.

>>5380199
>>5380206
>Think about a Junko/Snuggletuff ass-sandwich with King filling instead

>>5380602
>>5380206
+1 to these, that'll be funny.

Lets go check da thing to get our brain fixed

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>>5380206
>>5380602
>>5380659
>>5380666

>Try not to think about a Vanessa/Reb ass-sandwich with King filling, just in case Claressa can, like... See what you're thinking or whatever.
>Think about a Junko/Snuggletuff ass-sandwich with King filling instead
They say the road to Hell is paved with good intentions. Welcome to hell.
Alright, you've had your fair share of downright shameful thoughts, but this... this is the worst shit you've ever imagined. You can't even say it sounded better in your head, because it's in your head. Right now. And it's gonna stay there for a good long while.
You make me sick.

>Go get our gourd gandered-at
Heading down the stairs you come to a sterile lab facility. Mechanical arms and tool equipped tendrils hang from the ceiling, running along tracks to prepare the workstation. In the center of the room is a comfy-looking chair with countless cords and wires streaming from the back. Above it is a helmet --or what you can assume was a helmet before it was utterly chromed beyond recognition-- connected to a large inverted machine laden with blinky lights and spinny doohickeys. You feel like you're at the dentist, the kind that loves his job.
"So you can probably guess by now, or at least I hope you can, but that thing in your head?" Claressa's voice sounds all around you, one of the tool-tentacles pointing a drillbit at your ear. "I kinda need that for something. I get that ALLCO. wants it back or whatever, but we can worry about that later, right? Totally not important."
An arm spins the chair around to face you, beckoning you with a finger towards it.

"Now, if you don't have any questions, hop in and we can take a look-see in that empty head of yours."
"W-Wait, she wants... me?" Amanda fiddles with Dorothy's fingers, seeming quite unsure about the whole situation."
Reb meanwhile gives you a comforting pat on the arm. "You'll be fine, guy. I been in labs like this plenty of times! Well, you know, sorta like this. More like labs in general. Same difference though, yeah?"

>What do you do?

>>5380721
>Ask if Amanda will be okay

>>5380721
>PANIC

>>5380721
>Imagine more STRANGE and DISTURBING imagery.

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>>5380759
>>5380805
>>5380898

>PANIC
>Imagine more STRANGE and DISTURBING imagery.
This is the worst possible turn of events. You lose [YOUR COOL x1] and freak out. Trying to counteract the dentist panic attack, you fill your mind with even more garbage. You manage to push the freak-out thoughts away, but lose [-10 SANITY] for the trouble.

>Ask if Amanda will be okay
"Amanda? You mean that engram sharing your head?"
Claressa hums, vibrating the floor and walls ever so slightly.
"...Prrrobably? I mean, I hope so. I need the data from that chip. If it makes you feel any better, I'll do my mostest bestest in the world to make everything bettew, okayyy?"
Her childish tone does not fill Amanda with confidence.

>What do you do?

>>5381013
>Jump on the chair and smash the helmet

>>5381013
>Let our head get peeked in.

>>5381013
>Let our head get peeked in.
>DON'T arbutrarily upset the cyber goddess by smashing her expensive equipment

>>5381077
Support.
Add calm ourselves by thinking of happy thoughts like handholding our tomboy while she's dressed in a sundress.

>>5381219
Supporting. Add this to my vote at >>5381077

>>5381013

>>5381219
This. Think about a future date like walking together on beach or something.

>>5381219
>>5381077
+1

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>>5381058
>>5381073
>>5381077
>>5381219
>>5381220
>>5382102
>>5382253

>Add calm ourselves by thinking of happy thoughts like handholding our tomboy while she's dressed in a sundress.
>This. Think about a future date like walking together on beach or something.
You try, you really try, but the image is poisoned by the thrashing you gave it. Your mind is gonna need some time to recover. Thankfully the doctor is in.

>Let our head get peeked in.
You settle into the chair, sinking into the squeaky leather seat. Just as you get comfy, metal cuffs secure you in and the helmet lowers over your head.
"Okay, everything's looking good. Now we just gotta initialize the procedure and we'll be on our way. Don't stick out your tongue, this is gonna hurt and I don't want you biting your tongue off."

Searing pinpricks shoot up your spine all the way to where it meets your skull. It's white hot, but after a short moment its gone along with everything else. You feel like you're underwater, yet each breath tastes like sweet synthnic. You swish an arm to the side, watching it trail afterimages. Sounds are muffled like you're inside of a sound-proofed box, though your voice still carries the clarity you're used to. Amanda's voice too, who stands right beside you in the inky black abyss. He gives a maidly bow and holds up a peace sign.

You have entered [THE DEEP DREAMING]

"Welcome home, nya-ster~! I did a good job cleaning up, r-right?" He says, gesturing to the complete absence. You know you can feel your [ADDICTION], [MALEFECORUM PARADIGM], and the echoes of your intense [YIIK-OUT] somewhere around here, likely just hidden away. Something else clear to you is the voice of Claressa as she comes in with a loud screech.
"My mic sounds nice check one... Hey, headass, can you hear me in there? Everything's set to poke around in the porn-mush you call a brain, but there's something we gotta set up first. Mostly for my sake, cause it makes this shit a lot easier to navigate and a lot less like vague dreamy bullshit."
You feel your senses become more focused, your movements as if you were awake and also downed like three cans of Adderall-laced Bang®.

"You gotta construct a MIND PALACE. A way to look at your brain and all the junk in it like it was a place. You think it up and I'll get a display set up with my awesome techno-witchery. Think you can handle that?"

>What form does your MIND PALACE take?

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>>5384191
"Our Friend, Martin", obviously. Vague, unspecific 20th Century USA, colourful and radical and occasionally righteous.

>>5384191
A strange combination of an opulent gothic cathedral and a turn-of-the-20th-century Chuck E. Cheese. All of the statues, devotional imagery, and animatronics are goths and tomboys.

>>5384191
>A hedge maze, covered in dense fog

>>5384191
>A giant pinball machine.

>>5384191
The C-C-CAT THUNDERDOME! Where the battle for the Cat Tribe’s leadership is happening right at this moment!

>>5384191
>A 18th Century Southern Plantation
Alternatively
>Jabba the Hut’s Palace

>>5384486
I’ll support, just because Reb as a Southern Belle would be rocking.

Martian would make a decent discount Skywalker, Mara Jade Reb (or Rey Reb, if you’re a filthy Disneyphile), Akbar Gillian, Darth Junko, etc, would also be pretty rad.

>>5384191
A Shitty Meta Message Board.

>>5384486
>>5384191

>Southern Belle Reb...

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>>5384204
>>5384213
>>5384224
>>5384380
>>5384457
>>5384486
>>5384588
>>5385105
>>5385295

>A 18th Century Southern Plantation
"Alright let's see what we got here..."
There's some humming and zapping before your thoughts are made manifest before your very eyes. You stand before the impressive facade of one of those funny old mansions you say in your cool documentaries. For a moment, Claressa is silent. It takes a few before she finally speaks again.
"So..."
"So you you have made anything, and you..."
"And your GF is uh..."

"You got fuckin' issues, dude."

Amanda looks happily up at the building and across the open fields, having kept his maidly attire.
"I-I think it's very pretty, master! Or um... m-massah?"

Before you is the main plantation house, strong and full of everything you could ever need. Out in the fields are the dreams and wonders of what could be. Around the back is a large barn where you lock away all the things you'd rather not think about. A blue glow not dissimilar to Amanda's seems to be coming from within the manor, shining up from the lower floors.

What do you do?

>>5385477
>Find Reb

>>5385477
>get the barn over with

>>5385477
>Peer into barn, where we keep our lust for the bust.

>>5385477
Let's find rebecca

>>5385477
>Get dressed in proper attire
>Peer into barn, where we keep our lust for the bust.
>Find Reb

>>5385477
>Peer into barn, where we keep our lust for the bust

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>>5385504
>>5385509
>>5385511
>>5385571
>>5385834
>>5387667

>Get dressed in proper attire
Fuck it we ball.

>Peer into barn, where we keep our lust for the bust.
Ah yes, the staple of a healthy mind. Your ever trusty BAD THOUGHT BUCK BREAKING BARN. You and Amanda stroll down the painstakingly maintained path beside your bountiful Synthnic fields, a few of your field tomboys waving to you as you approach the barn.

"Bro you are not for real right now." Claressa says, at a loss.

Yep, she's a beaut alright. And inside you can hear the sounds of sloshing alongside what may or may not be an illicit CATGIRL X CYBORG FIGHT CLUB. Of course, opening this barn would surely ruin your mind with horrible, horrible things. On the other hand... boob. Perhaps even boob(s). And sweaty raunchy low-down musclegirl-on-musclegirl wrasslin'.
"Well I'll be a sweet potatah on a hot summer day!" Amanda exclaims, his accent having changed some. "I don't much reckon that's where we'd best be findin' that thingymajig, but you're the cock of the walk 'round these parts Master King~!"

>What do you do?

>>5387970
>Regain some measure of sanity
>Find a mental projection of Reb to keep us on-mission and focused on what's important

>>5387977
Works for me

>>5388137
>>5387977
>>5387970

>Find a mental projection of Reb to keep us on-mission and focused on what's important
>Make sure the mental projection is wearing a frilly white dress and bonnet with a parasol.

>>5387977
Yes, we should do that.

>>5388307
I was thinking sun yellow, but southern attire is a must. Support.

>>5388307
>>5388377
Not very tomboyish. She ought to at least have some stompy boots.

>>5388490
I’m not opposed, I just like the Southern Belle design.

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>>5387977
>>5388137
>>5388307
>>5388322
>>5388377

>Regain some measure of sanity
>Find a mental projection of Reb to keep us on-mission and focused on what's important
>Make sure the mental projection is wearing a frilly white dress and bonnet with a parasol.
>I was thinking sun yellow

That's right, you have a reason to be here! If only you had someone to help keep you on track...
"You suck so much it's unreal."
Reb materializes before you, after swapping her outfit around a few times, in a cute sundress, bonnet, and bit stompy boots! She does not look happy at this development.
"You couldn't have at least sprung for a cowgirl or somethin'?!" She kicks you in the shin, the definitive attack of the Short. "Get your mind outta the gutter and let's get to business already! The glow's comin' from the... fuckin' slave house, ain't it?"

You briefly question why your mind Reb would be so angry about an outfit you put her in. Is this perhaps one of your deep dark fetishes...
"I based it on her real reaction right now." Claressa's voice answers your silent question. "Oh, yeah, I'm also kinda streaming this whole thing on the flatscreen. Say hiii~"
Well that explains it. And boy are you gonna have some explaining to do later.

[-5 AFFECTION] [15/100]

"And turn that damn meter off, you can't calculate how much a person likes ya!"

>What do you do?

>>5390079
The outfit: perfection.

The affection debuff: predictable.

Guys, this entire Candie Land segue has been very amusing, but we literally broadcast a weird slave plantation fantasy where instead of Black people we have tomboys...

To our purpose-bred slave-tomboy GF.

Yowch. ONLY -5? Reb must really like us.

Anyway...

>What do you do?
Go into the... Uhh... Slave house.

>>5390079
Go into the main house before we fuck things even further.

>>5390079
>Sorry about that
>Go into the mansion

>>5390082
Frankly the whole ‘Worshiping MLK’ when our first act in this quest was to literally buy a black slave as our companion sets Martin’s personality spectrum between massive hypocrite to insane levels of self-delusion or a proto-Thomas Jefferson. I don’t think we kept even one promise either, and that’s considering the pinky promise had a hostage.

>>5390600
There's moral inconsistency, and then there's fucking up and lowering your waifu's 100% accurate and reliable [AFFECTION METER]. One is the graver sin than the other, in a quest such as this.

>>5390625
It’s not our fault it was streamed without our knowledge. Besides, there were five different write ins over a couple of days, and it could have easily gone the route of Star Wars had an anon or two decided to vote for it.

Frankly, i think this situation is stupid.

>>5390079
...just get in the house.
-10 affection to Claressa btw for streaming our mind without permission.

>>5390600
+1

>>5390079
>reconsider going to the barn

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>>5391053

>>5391058
>poor reading comprehension: the post

>>5391128
It's okay, I forgive you. :)

But alright, I see what you were getting at. Reconsider can mean a couple things, my bad.

>>5391058
I legit imagined the Combine noises from Half-Life 2 when I saw this post.

>>5390079
Hell, turn the inside of the house into G-Man’s Prison from Half-Life: Alyx. It’d be such a mindfuck.

>>5390079
>Will together an outfit of riding breeches, a neat lil' saber, and a cavalry jacket. She should like that more, right?
>Go to the house

>>5391262
+1 to this, clearly this shit just made her uncomfortable.

>>5391262
I can back that.

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>>5390082
>>5390173
>>5390600
>>5390756
>>5390779
>>5390792
>>5391053
>>5391761
>>5391262

>Will together an outfit of riding breeches, a neat lil' saber, and a cavalry jacket. She should like that more, right?
Reb huffs as her outfit changes, adjusting her new coat with more satisfaction.
"Not bad I guess. And I get a cool sword too! For some reason though this getup still feels... off."
She eyes you suspiciously as Claressa sighs
"So that's what you meant by a southern belle... He's beyond help."

>Go to the house
Smacking your ass with the flat of her blade, Reb gets you and the gang moving towards the plantation house. Upon reaching the door you feel some apprehension, worry of what other weird shit your mind has fill this place with, but the impatient tapping of Reb's boot gives you the motivation you need to push forwards.
The interior is absolutely lavish, thousands of pictures line the walls as well as the stairways leading both up and downwards to different floors. As you suspected, the blue glow is shining down from the basement.
However, it seems the house tomboys have taped off the lower floors due hazards and dangers to the master's health. A wet floor sign, as well as a prohibitory sign with you and Amanda's faces on it, have been put out to warn against entry. Amanda clears his throat and rubs the back of his neck
"Uhm... well, I know that in all my days I never did put that there sign an' such up there, Master!" The maid clarifies.
Reb scratches her cheek and twirls her saber. "Why don't we just... go through it?"

>What do you do?

>>5392147
>Check the less-spooky areas of our brain-house first, to see if we can find what we (and Claressa) need there

Plus, this is ALMOST like a date with Reb!

>>5392147
Go Upstairs.

taking drawings reqs for practice

>>5392299
Reb sexoooooooo

>>5392147
>"I mean... I can just step carefully, right? And if there's anything else, I have a dashing swashbuckler to defend me.

>>5392147
>Request that the livestream be shut off before we descend.