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”B-Bomb!”

It's too late. Your squadmate, Ranja, is blown apart by the blast. The others and yourself avoid the blast- just in time for the ambush from the nearby concealed freedom fighters.

“Occupiers! Get them!”

The hail of bullets quickly shred and wipe out more members for your squad- your cheap and mass produced kevlar vests and ballistic helmets do little to protect you. Only a few shots of return fire are even issued- your squad is wiped out.

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But somehow, miraculously, you survived. Flung backwards by the blast and crawling away through the hedge at the edge of the city limit- you avoided notice by the insurgents. In the confusion you lost your gun, and you were clipped by a bullet.

You need to get away from here before you're found- but at the edge of the city your only option is to either go back into the city limits alone, unarmed, with resistance fighters still active, or to drag yourself into the desert towards the blonde mountains- a sparsely inhabited wasteland belonging to the indigenous reservation. This is not good...

>Go towards the mountains
>Return to the city
>Wait for help

>>5371032
Where in the timeline is this set?

Waiting for help might not be good, but k feel like trying to crawl into the mountains might be worse...

>>5371040
Safe to say, before the Hegemony. Before the nuclear Holocaust, even.

>Go towards the mountains
Let's find out why the Hegemony never absorbed or exterminated the Blonde minority

>>5371056
Yeah, that sounds like something that'll probably happen, innit. I mean, he's going to genocide all the others.

Actually, i wonder if this means we'll get to see the other races, before akule nae nae'd them into the way of the dodo

>>5371035
>Go towards the mountains
>>5371040
Akule Naonae was the first Supreme Ruler so probably just before he unify the planet.

>>5371035
>>Return to the city

>>5371035
>>Go towards the mountains

>>5371035
>Go towards the mountains

Welcome back, Boss.

Is it just me, or does the art here feel very early-quest? The style of the monkeys, like the rebels that attacked them, looks a bit similar to banana's earlier work.

>>5371035
>Go towards the mountains

>tfw we play as Akule
https://youtu.be/dyIilW_eBjc

>>5371035
>Go towards the mountains

Awesome to have you back man! This is gonna be awesome, the mystery of what created Akule.

>>5371188
I sort of wonder if he's less brutal than his legend or the regime he inspired...

>>5371082
Well we are going back to the past after all

>>5371035
>>Go towards the mountains
Waiting for help will just get us killed, going to the City will be a challenge since there will probably be blockades and enemy soldiers trying to intercept/ambush there. Mountains it is.

>>5371032
Im gonna COOOOOOOOOMMMMMM
>>5371035
>Go towards mountains
Ugh pre established canonical lore as to why akule spared the blondes and the headdress and what made him stand out among his peers??! oh fuck guys- Im gonna coom again hold on im still recovering give me a few posts

>>5371035
>Go towards the mountains

>>5371035
>Accept you fate. Let the darkness overtake you.

>>5371209
I’m hoping for it.

>>5371035
>Go towards the mountains

>>5371035
>Go towards the mountains

>>5371035
>Go towards the mountains

>>5371032
>Space Monke goes well Metal Gear Solid 3

>>5371032
>Space Monkey goes full Metal Gear Solid 3
Monkino is back on the menu

>>5371032
>Mountains

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>Two retards crash into the electrical pole outside my house
>10 Hours without power
>Over 18 hours without internet
>The day after I start the Quest again
Apologies for the delay. I will post again as soon as I am able, probably 8-12 hours from now.

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You have decided to head towards the mountains. It is highly unlikely any of the Northland insurgents go out this far- land beyond here belongs to the indigenous peoples of the blonde mountains and valleys beyond.

You find you are able to stand- but without water you are totally hopeless. Within a few hours of entering the wilderness, you come across a road and walk along it. Then, you are stopped by a truck. With the political tensions in this region high, you guess you shouldn't be too surprised you got stopped by the members of the extremist blonde militia. You state your name and rank and with that, they capture you and take you away to their nearby encampment.

The ride in their truck is anything but quiet. The two jabber on in blondespeak- the language of these people. You don't speak it; most Mainlanders do not. They made an assumption you don't know the language and as such can speak as safely as they want in front of you. Every syllable and word is spoken with ferocious intensity- you wonder how much of it is directed towards you.

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You find yourself in a small, windowless room in a complex. The room is kept dark, and you are locked behind a heavy metal door. Within an hour, a muscular shirtless man wearing a sack for a mask comes within. He unfolds a towel with several rusted, painful looking implements on it- slowly placing them out one by one to increase the intimidation factor. You were brought to a torturer?

“Y'u will answer my questi'ns.” he says, in broken Mainland.

”I am a soldier for the Centralia army. The convention of nations outlaws torture as an interrogation tool-”

“Shut up! D' what I tell y'u!”

”I've never much believed in that sort of thing anyway, I suppose. But just to warn you, I don't really know anything useful. I'm just a foot soldier.”

“Why were y'u cr'ssing int' 'ur reservation?”

”Because my unit was ambushed and I was shot. Your “d'cters” treated my wound when I came in. You of all people should know how much the Northlanders hate us.”

He seemed angry at you making fun of his accent, but he doesn't know much how to respond. You can see him sweating from the damp cloth on his head.

”...You know, there is no real purpose for you to be wearing that mask.”

“What?”

”You aren't going to let me escape the complex anyway, so why cover your face? Me seeing your face or not doesn't change anything- and moreso, you blondes all look the same to me. I wouldn't be able to identify your face in a lineup even if I did manage to escape or get released.”

“Shut up!”

”I already know the reason- it's that psychology experiment. Any primate with their face covered is more likely to commit painful or immoral acts- even if behind a wall or one-way mirror where their face being covered is irrelevant. Simple wearing a mask covers it. I studied psychology for a short while- fascinating stuff.”

You aren't exactly sure why you are so confident, but he does pull off his mask with a sweaty huff. He listened to you now at least- you have some kind of in.

>Ask to speak with someone who has less of an accent
>Request the leader of this compound to sort out this misunderstanding
>Mock the torturer
>Other (Write In)

>>5372169
>Request the leader of this compound to sort out this misunderstanding
No use in trying to do anything. Just sort it out. Though i doubt it'll end so easily.

>>5372169
>Request the leader of this compound to sort out this misunderstanding

>>5372169
>Request the leader of this compound to sort out this misunderstanding

Go big or go home.

I feel like this sidequest is gonna go full Spec Ops The Line

>>5372169
>Request the leader of this compound to sort out this misunderstanding

>>5372169
>Request the leader of this compound to sort out this misunderstanding

>>5372169
>Request the leader of this compound to sort out this misunderstanding

>>5372169
>Request the leader of this compound to sort out this misunderstanding

Also...

" Any primate with their face covered is more likely to commit painful or immoral acts"

One might say they'd even be able to commit acts others would call... UNSPEAKABLE.

>>5372305
This guy gets it, Im so fucking pumped, kinda makes me question if akule had a bottom half to his mask beforehand his "Acsension" and maybe the removal of it while still being so aggressive is what makes him unspeakable

>>5372169
>Internally mourn the obvious mistreatment of the tools, especially the scalpel. How is it supposed to serve its function with an edge dulled by rust? Poor scalpel.

>>5372193
Strangely enough I feel this is gonna go the way of "Raised by Wolves" with him going back to his "spiritual" roots with the natives and coming back as a walker of both nations helping him unify the the powers that be against a common enemy, might even meet one of these "spirits" and it ends up being an alien that starts Akule on his path to the stars
Hoping this quest helps the hegemony stumble upon his mask or other akulian artifact and some extremists/Akulian cult start trying to clone him as an indigo or just using his DNA to augment people, Idek if our boy is special but with the potentially 1000 year gap since his reign on the current lifetime he has enough of a legendary status to where it would definitely cause some sort of story line

>>5372169
>Request the leader of this compound to sort out this misunderstanding

>>5372445
Ehh....is it? Akule didn't go back to his roots, he burned the whole fucking forest. There was a nuclear holocaust at some point, and then he took over and genocided everyone that wasn't mainlander or blonde.

>>5372169
>>Mock the torturer

>>5372553
The roots of the hegemony have been shown to be ruthless, im not saying he'll come back a hippie, im saying he'll come back a warlord with a path given to him by someone or something, indigenous blondes get to live as weve learned, so maybe they teach him about the black and white blade, maybe hes some sort of prophetic thing and old shaman with starsight or some shit we havent learned about yet, I just know he will develope a relationship with the natives that will change his views to something of a necessary evil that makes him "the unspeakable"

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You decide to request to speak to the leader of this compound; the infamous blonde separatist named Zaj Anak. Shown on television and internet videos on long rants about racial separatism and decrying the modern democratic systems of many nations- often accused of being both a racist and a religious fundamentalist. It's strange seeing him in person. You also find it quite strange to see how old he is; most of the videos and broadcasts about him are decades old now. He's got to be, what, fifty? Sixty? He's an old man now, all that fight must have left him.

“I was told you were intruding into the reservation-”

”After I was shot, yes.”

“...You fight for a Mainlander army, isn't that right? We recovered your uniform. Centrailian army- the same army currently pillaging the Northland for their oil.”

”Yeah. That's right.”

“So you... admit it?”

”Of course. I know why our government is really there. They pretend its to “depose the regime” and “keep the peace in a country accepting democracy” but it's really for the oil.... Can I get a cig?”

Without a delay, the old man hands you a smoke and a lighter. You were really craving one too- you've been hooked on these things for four years ever since your phone offered you a free sample on your birthday at the nearest smokeshop. You're not gonna stop now.

“Strange...” He continues. “Everyone says it is for the oil, but I have never seen them take any.”

”They don't need to.”

“Hmm? What do you mean? They have come to take the oil- the same oil that is said to stretch all the way under the blonde mountains-”

”No no, you don't understand. It has nothing to do with the oil. As long as it is dug out of the ground and sold, they could dump it in the ocean for all they care.”

“What are you talking about, fool?”

”What currency do you need to buy oil with? That's right- its contracted. No matter what nation, people, even private billionaires- all of them must use DanboMarks- Centralia's Reserve Currency. This means, no matter what, the DM has a backing in a real world physical commodity. The companies that print the money can print as much as they want for unlimited capital, the actual oil is meaningless.”

“Centralia is one of the world's richest nations and the most hungry for oil.”

”I don't like the fact they're killing our planet with that shit, but there's nothing I can do about it. And I am not rich. Nobody I know is; it's just the ultra rich that have all the money.”

“You coward!” He snaps.

”Wha-”

“You claim the very army you fight for fights for injustice, to make the rich richer. You aren't even one of them- and yet you still fight for them! How do you love your leaders so?”

”I don't. I hate them. They're all corrupt, career politicians.”

“That's even worse!”

”It's my job.”

“I don't give a shit about your job! Every other word out of your mouth has been YOU YOU YOU, you worthless, spineless coward! How dare you sit here and eschew all responsibility for your own country, your own people, and yet you fight their battles for them! You're an agent of evil gods! That is the word our people had for you Mainlanders- Colonizer. That's what you are.”

”Oh, I'm so sorry my great ancestors came to your country and forced you to build schools and hospitals and stopped you from raping little slave boys.”

“Historical revisionism! Our people were close with the Gods and the land, you are a soulless demon. Your apologetics for your colonialism fall on deaf ears. You have no idea the suffering our people endured for you Mainlanders-”

”Here we go again with that word. “Mainlander.” Do you know what would happen if I could magically join my great great great grandfather during that colonial era? He'd slap me upside the head if I called myself a “Mainlander.” Mainlanders didn't exist a few hundred years ago. Do you understand that? I am a mutt.”

“You are blue. Like them.”

”Blue, what? Northlander? Eastlander? West? Islander? Nomadic Intermittent Post-Population? You said that I fight for my people, no I don't. Those aren't my people. Do you know why I joined the army? Because my mother's medical debts would pass to me underneath the debt-inheritance laws, and military service is one of the only ways to get it waived. Plus, it's the only way I can afford healthcare later in life when I need it- and even that will probably be taken away by government debt or unending inflation.”

“So it's for money then.”

”Pfft. Money. What money? What money is there for me? There are no careers I could pursue that could give me the life I want- even my grandparents standards of living are but a dream. My countries technocratic elite automated that away. I will never afford a house nor a family- at least not without passing on crippling debt to my children.”

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“So you have no honor then? Are you a slave?”

”Yes, I am a slave. I was born a slave, and I will die a slave. The modern world is built on the back of slavery- and not bullshit Redmane slavery, still cringing and whining for more reparations because a few thousand of them were taken away from their shitty slave-markets from their country into ours. I mean real slavery- slavery of the mind and soul. I was born in a world where the morals and laws of the land were set in stone- where leadership was beyond accountability, and my people were broken and scattered among themselves. You speak of “honor” like it means anything to me. Honor? What is honor? It's a concept that exists in inferior, lesser socieities. You just criticized me for fighting for myself- why wouldn't I fight for myself? There is nothing else to fight for. I have no allies among my people- idiots constantly demanding their little racial shitstain be given extra advantages, little sociopaths rewarded. Why make friends when they'll move away, or bend you over for a quick buck? Why value your family when over half of all couples will end divorced and children end up in broken homes- at best, your children will toss you into a nursing home when they get to be your age- a far cry from the wise village elder thing you got going on here.”

“You claim to hate your society so much, but yet you have done nothing to change it. You can vote. You can join with others. You can move somewhere else.”

”Hah! Vote. That's the funniest thing you said so far. Elections are bought, not one. Not a single politician supports what I support- because that would mean getting rid of the biased courts and special rules that give them a leg up over the “normals” that they rule over. Move? Move where? Every scrap of land on the planet is owned. Every river, every electrical generator, every morsel of food is owned by someone and all of them want a cut. You say I am a soulless, selfish monster- and I am. That's because all of the selfless people were consumed long ago. How can I be friends with someone when everyone is willing to sell you out for a quick buck? Am I weak? Perhaps I am- but if everyone is as weak as me, perhaps it is not the people who are weak, but the system too strong. I don't believe in higher powers, Gods, or purposes- because they were optimized out of my thought process. In truth, you are lucky. If the colonial era happened just a few hundred years before, your people would have been killed and your land stolen. If a hundred years after, you'd be “democratized” and become the same soulless, rootless cosmopolitan society that I live in. Nobody I know thinks as I do- they are sold an identity, it is not forged by togetherness. I have no allies, no family, nothing. You call me a colonizer, but I was colonized first.”

“A man without brothers... that is no way to live.”

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In the end, the Elder calls off your interrogation and the torturer. You aren't free to go, however. You must be listed as MIA back at your base- and you know the Centralia army wouldn't risk an international incident to come looking for you here...

For now, you remain in the town filled with blondes. The small village is very rural and rustic- a mountain town where time and people move and talk slowly. It's a big change of pace from the big cities where you are from. With nothing else to do, you sit in the town square and watch the people go by.

It's interesting to look at them. The blondes are different from the Mainlanders- not just the color, but their physiology is slightly different. It's also interesting as you see their faces and bodies- you don't see a single one obese, critically underweight, or any number of facial or skeletal anomalies. You begin to piece together a theory as to why that is; the blondes have a more rough way of life then the Mainlanders. They still have access to most medicine, like the antibiotics they put you on, but their technology and infrastructure is not enough to allow every little underweight baby and sickly child to survive. People here have to be tough- you figure it has a eugenic effect. Look at how all of their males have the thick skin on their muzzles- a trait bred out of many Mainlanders which makes them unable to eat prickly fruits and sharp, sticking insects. Look at how long and strong their tails are- enough spidermonkey admixture from the prehistoric days exist to keep them able to support their own weight with a tail.

You figure you're going to be here a while. What should you do?

>Pick up as much Blondespeak as you can
>Ask the Elder about their culture
>Try to make a friend
>Other (Write in)

>>5372578
>Pick up as much Blondespeak as you can
Truly...we live in a society.

>>5372578
>Pick up as much Blondespeak as you can
>Ask the Elder about their culture
>Try to make a friend

Might as well try all three at once if we're really here a while. We can learn Blondespeak as we learn more from the Elder. If we get the chance to talk to more of the locals we can learn more about blonde culture and maybe pickup a friend or useful ally.

>>5372578
>Pick up as much Blondespeak as you can

>>5372578
>Pick up as much Blondespeak as you can
can't really make a friend without knowing the language
interesting to see Bananas embracing the "political containment thread"

>>5372578
>Pick up as much Blondespeak as you can
Akule is a doomer who got the chance to force his manufactured neurosys back on society, he is /ourguy/.

>>5372578
>Pick up as much Blondespeak as you can
>Ask the Elder about their culture
>Try to make a friend
But if it comes down to it
>Try to make a friend
Clearly the guy needs a girlfriend, fucking hell.

>>5372578
>Try to make a friend
A man without brothers, eh? Let's fix that.

>>5372571
I don't know about a prophetic shaman or anything like that, but...

>great physical strength
>eugenic and supremacist tendencies
>strong emphasis on tradition
>masks

...It KIND of seems like Akule's Hegemony is rooted way more in Blonde culture than that of the Mainlanders. Ironic, how the Blondes became just one more discriminated-against minority in the future. Their own cultural ideals, wielded against them. Ouch.

>>5372739
Not culture, values. Blonde culture has stuff like the music and ethnic stuff. It would seem more that Akule will get inspiration from them to develop his own ideology.

>>5372754
Values are part of culture, a BIG part. However, yes, I guess it's true that he seems to have rejected their material and artistic culture (except masks) in favour of the Mainlanders' video games and advertising-based social engineering.

>>5372578
>Try to make a friend

>>5372758
By 'values' i meant that he tooks specific things from their society. The blondes here aren't actively practicing eugenics, it just happened because their conditions didn't allow fat or sickly babies to survive.

Hegemony Culture, on the other hand, actively seeks eugenics.

>>5372578
>Pick up as much Blondespeak as you can

>>5372578
From most to least important, since we're going to be here for a while:
>Pick up as much Blondspeak as you can
>Ask the Elder about their culture
>Try to make a friend

Blondspeak first, then culture, then friend.

>>5372578
>>Pick up as much Blondespeak as you can

>>5372578
>Pick up as much Blondespeak as you can.

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You decide to pick up Blondespeak while you are here. The language of these people is unusual; while most people speak in the language of the Mainland after the colonial era, the geographic isolation and cultural uniqueness of the Blondes has kept them isolated. You don't hear any loan words- only except the concepts and names of nations that didn't exist for the blondes centuries ago.

Interestingly, the blondes have many words for many things. Some even some allegorical. The biggest example is for their knives; knife-keeping is a tradition that is only found in the most rural of Jaxtians in the modern day; cooking and housework are only done with safety peelers or automatic knife-machines; knife ownership is illegal because they can be used as weapons. But the blondes don't have a word for "knife", they have two words. They use "Clean" or "White" to mean one knife, and "Unclean" or "Black" to mean a different. The white used in home and for cooking, and the black used in the field, for hunting, and for fighting other tribes. It's an interesting historical fact- a sort of self fulfilling prophecy. Like living things, concepts like that evolve through selection pressures; tribes who adopted that tradition would face less sickness and infection at home while making their enemies suffer more, and as such it would eventually spread to all the blonde tribes.

Of course, learning a language isn't easy, and only being immersed in the native culture do you even get a taste of it. It is one such day near the village you come near something you didn't expect- a tiny, feeble bird fallen from the nearby try. Its nest had been loosed by a wind storm, maybe, or a thrown stone- it is impossible to tell. The poor thing is starved and looks at you without even an attempt to run away- have you imprinted upon it or is it too weak to even try to escape?

You don't think the blondes would much care for the life of a bird; not that they would listen to you much anyway. You're only here as a guest- and only barely.

What should you do?
>Take the baby bird and nurse it back to health
>Leave it to die

Eh..no idea, honestly, nursing the bird is good and all, but at the same time, Akule doesn't seem to be too big on caring for the weak.

>>5372945
>Take the baby bird and nurse it back to health

>>5372945
>Leave it to die
Doomer gonna' doom.

>>5372945
>>Take the baby bird and nurse it back to health
Sometimes the weakes looking chick can grow into the strongest Eagle.

>>5372945
>Take the baby bird and nurse it back to health

>>5372945
>Take the baby bird and nurse it back to health
He clearly need a friend.

>>5373013
+1

>>5372945
>Take the baby bird and nurse it back to health

>>5372945
>Leave it to die

If he dies, he dies.

>>5372945
>Take the baby bird and nurse it back to health

>>5372945
>Take the baby bird and nurse it back to health
No infant can survive on their own, it takes family/society to raise a youngster. This bird has not yet had a chance to fail or succeed those tasks - even it we try to raise it, it might still die. But we will give it a chance to strive for a future.

>>5372945
>Take the baby bird and nurse it back to health

>>5372945
>Take the baby bird and nurse it back to health
Imagine thinking that the only way to win at nature is to zerg rush reproduction.

>>5372945
>Take the baby bird and nurse it back to health
We feel for this bird, no family, no home
Also meta kickass legendary bird companion to add to Akule lore

>>5371032
>the latest episose of Space Monke qst revolves around Akule's rise to power
Holy fucking shit. The kino is beyond comprehension and I am in awe.

>>5372945
>Take the baby bird and nurse it back to health

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You take the baby bird with you. In your cell, more like a small room in the central complex without even a lock on the door, you set up a nest for it by the window. Perhaps one day, it will learn to fly away on its own.

"Hmm. Is that your pet?"
"What- oh no. It was just injured..."
"You are kind to animals?"
"Yeah. I've always been good with animals. Better then people, honestly."
"Haha, I feel the same way."

You are met with by Brun Anak, the son of Zaj. He says he has come to check on you, and offer you work in the camp.

"I'm surprised you didn't force me to help out yet."

He frowns.

"We do not cut off tails here. Blondes do not take men as slaves."
"Every society takes slaves. Today, they are called felons and debt-inheritors. In the past, they were contracted employees. The name has changed, but not the status."
"We do not. We do not inflict such a shame upon a warrior."
"Are all blondes warriors?"
"Every man is."

You aren't sure how to respond.

"Do you consider yourself a warrior?"
"I am a Solider."
"That's not what I asked."

>Yes
>No

>>5374328
>No
I don't think he would see himself as one. He fights because he has to, not because he wants to. He has no passion for it.

>>5374328
>No
A soldier is just another type of slave.

>>5374328
>No
A warrior is someone who fights for a cause. A warrior has honor. A soldier is just another tool, like the gun they wield

>>5374328
>No
He doesn't really give a fuck about any of it, so does he?

Also, i noticed something, why do you often spell Solider? This is like, the 3rd time you've done it. It's not an simple typo because you did it like twice in a row in the OP and it's probably not an autocorrect given Solider is not a word.

>>5374328
>No
This is not the Akule we know, this monkey shows little loyalty to the cause he "fights" for, this is the Akule we are guiding, training, and building into the monkey of legend

>>5374328
>>No

>>5374386
Well, Akule for sure ain't no Gasser or Liquider, therefore he supposes he's a Solider.

>>5374328
>No

"I am no warrior. I have not fought for honour."

>>5374404
I don't know, has he kidnapped any blonde children to turn into cyborgs?

>>5374328
>Yes
Akule is one, even if it’s one without a cause. He fights because he chose to, not because he was forced to.

>>5374328
>No
He's too much of a doomer to say yes even if the Blondes are probably right about him being on

>>5374410
>>5374328
>No
Probably more honest.

>>5374328

>No. A warrior is one who makes a life of war. Akule went to war to flee poverty, as did his nation-state. Also, he carries no knives, while Brun Anak Purple-Cloak keeps his black knife unsanitarily close to his white knife, as did the two other blondes. These knives are bound together at the hip.

Could Akule become a warrior? Yes.

Interesting that women are not warriors, and the door is left open to enslaving women.

>>5374410
Supporting this version of 'no'.

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”No. I have never fought for honor, only for myself. Never a cause. I was a soldier, not a warrior.”
”But if circumstances were different, you could have been a warrior. Hence, all men are warriors.”
”Just men? Not women?”
”Oh please, all women are slaves.”
”That is considered very sexist in our society.”
”And? Women are slaves- they are first slaves to the men in their lives- their fathers, brothers, and then husbands- and then they are slaves again to their children. Please, the plights of women are of no interest to me.”

While his culture is much different and alien to your own; you feel there is some truth to his words. Perhaps in another life, you could have been a warrior. You always felt very strongly about the truth- you've always believed in some things. When you were younger, you even considered a career in politics to change what is wrong with society- but you knew it was folly. You began to only fight for yourself- and you don't think that is going to change any time soon.

Over the next few weeks, you and Brun become fast friends. He's only a year or two older then you, despite the fact you're already taller then he is. As the son of the local chief, he's very important and well respected among the blondes here. At first, you assume this is purely because of his heredity title, but you notice something else.

Because of the time you spent in the army, you learned a great deal about leadership. But the methods the army used to train and lead were much different. The army was bureaucratic, efficient, and ran like clockwork. The blondes are anything but- but more natural. Brun capitulates as he leads, compromising, dealing with individuals as they come and as they are, not as figures on a sheet. It's inspiring to see how much his people respect and value him- not as a boss or tell-all figure, but as a leader right there with them. You realize of course the only reason his methodology works is because of how few people he interacts with; someone so personal and intimate with their charges could never exist in a massive society like Centralia- with close to a billion people living within, the scale is simply too great for such a personal touch. But still, you feel inspiration.

Of course, you are still their prisoner. Though you live in the compound and do as they ask, you have not been grilled for information nor denied basic living and luxuries. You feel more adopted then enslaved. You get your chance to leave when, one day, you are reminded that you are technically among a flock of terrorists.

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”Within Northland, there is a Rapist. He's a Redmane, Alpha-type. He raped an innocent woman, and it is time for him to pay.”
”In Northland, not the reservation?”
”That is correct. I will be gone for a day or two to administer his punishment. All those who lust for flesh that is not their own will be blinded- so is the commandment of the Gods.”
”But... it's Northland. The woman wasn't even a blonde.”
”That is correct.”
”So why do you care?”
”What?! Akule, how could you say such things? What he is done is wrong- he will be punished!”
”I don't understand. The victim and the perpetrator are not your people. Would it not make more sense to leave him there so he can brutalize more of your enemy?”
”Akule...”
”What? You yourself said you want to defend the reservation, the blonde way of life.”
”The blonde way of life doesn't allow for predators to go unpunished! Why would you defend a Redmane?”
”I wouldn't. In my country, women can't walk the streets at night because of Redmanes. Strong and more often Alpha-types then most men, yes, but not worth their latent criminality. Our culture teaches all are the same under the fur, but we all know it is not true. I hate their ugliness and their stupidity. But once again- this is not your battle.”
”I'm disappointed in you, Akule. All injustice is my battle.”

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You have no idea what this idiot is talking about.

Brun speaks so proudly of his own race, and his own people, despite the fact he is incompatible with all others. It's true, you yourself have racist beliefs, why wouldn't you? You are a Mainlander, mutt race as it is, and you don't like living among the Redmanes either. But even Redmanes look more like your own people then the blondes do- does he not understand?

Races cannot live together. They can only subsume or destroy each other. There is no other outcome. The blondes only live as their own distinct culture because of their geographical and political separation from each other. Even the minor financial and societal barriers in your country, separating the unintelligent race from the intelligent, it cannot stop the cultural cross contamination. You've seen Mainlander children singing Redmane songs and wearing Redmane clothes. The blondes know nothing.

But Brun is above all else proud and stubborn- and he is also smart and capable. You know he will succeed in this quest. You're just surprised when he comes to you again, just before they leave.

”Akule. Can we talk?”
”Sure.”

It has been a day since you last argued with him. He seemed apologetic.

”Would you come with us?”
”Wh-what?”
”It could be useful to have a Mainlander with us on your jihad. You'll blend in with the Northlanders must better then we can. If you can help us identify him, we can nab him.”
”Brun... I said this was not your battle before- and perhaps I was wrong- but I know for certain this is not mine. I do not worship your Gods, nor do I follow their commands.”
”You will not be the hand that delivers the punishment, Akule, merely help guide it. What do you say?”

>Help out
>Refuse

>Help out
REDMANES could be here

>>5375266
>Help out
Do our strange mountain-buddy a solid.

Redmanes look badass. Shame they're extinct.

>>5375266
>Help out
What are friends for?

>>5375277
They look ugly as fuck, i thought someone spilled raw minced meat on him for some reason. From akule says, it's like if you had an entire race of Agoris with hoodlum tier etiquette

>>5375266
>Help out

>>5375277
From the sound of it, Mainlanders are mix-raced. My bet is that Redmanes were absorbed/folded into the Mainlanders, both genetically and culturally.

>>5375291
Yeah, no.

It's pretty obvious that Mainlanders are supposed to be a mix of multiple denominatons. I'd suppose it'd be what would happen if you took every nationality (german, french, british, scandinavian) and mashed it into one. That'd just be european.

Redmanes seem to be their own thing. Closer, but they're not genetically integrated. And we know the hegemony just straight up erased all of them, too. The only people who haven't been genocided by the time of Vantix (which is like, thousands of years from now) are the Blondes and Mainlanders.

>>5375277
I predict a red maned gene being dug out of the the hegemony when we go into actual planet raiding, maybe as an antagonist or maybe as dark harbingers of the hegemoney we might have to put into stasis between fights
>>5375266
>Help out
We need to become a warrior

>>5375297
Interesting and all, but it wouldn't help. We already have custom-made giga-alphas who are stronger than any redmane. All you'd be doing is making them retarded and unable to think past the present.

>>5375266
>>Help out


>>5375277
Thank god we dont have to deal with them in the main quest.
I do think they look cool. Wonder if there were ever green manes or orange manes.
>>5375284
I too thought it was some meat before i started reading.

Does the Main quest timeline have Gene babies? Like Designer babies?

>>5375304
Has a point

>>5375266
>Help out

Well, it’s good to know Akule’s racism was something he began with, although it’s nice to see him making friends.

>>5375306
>Like Designer babies?
Yes, and no. There are clones, but they aren't just assembled, they're made from previous people's DNA. And it certainly ain't "designed" to people, the government just decides when they want to make one.

>>5375304
Im not saying its an outright truth anon, but we are actively being presented more lore that definitely expands the thinking players are going to be taking in regards to our own race, it might not even be a thing we stumble upon as much as the gene just reactivating itself through an unforseen mutation or a mother to an Jaxtian with delusions of grandeur raising a herculian figure under the teachings of the hegemony, Red manes hold more power than blondes or mutts like Akule in his time which puts into question the status they hold and any fringe beliefs some jaxtians, especially the more belief susceptible blondes, will hold on seeing a redmane in the far future

>>5375310
The real racism was the friends we made along the way

>>5375315
> Red manes hold more power than blondes or mutts like Akule in his time
No they don't. They're obviously an "protected minority", this whole thing just looks like an allegory for europe and "troubled youths"

>>5375315
Not arguing against you either just arguing to cause discussion, I agree its probably a bad idea kinda why I put "Dark Harbinger" as a descriptor but I feel it would be accurate seeing a squad of metal gorillas and a larger metal gorilla with a giant red mane would give me hardcore 40k vibes

>>5375296
That’s what I mean by absorbed later. Stronger muscles are useful, the identity less so. Don’t turn the containment meme into a reality lad.

>>5375318
Aint that just it though boss? The people are scared to offend the real monsters because a few wackos said "They aint all bad" and theyll be punished for speaking out, the only real justice is coming from another country from a "genetically inferior" people, but their morals and foundation set them apart as well, has Akule ever actually met a redmane? Would a redmane of the future hold that type of sentiment if it was truly a minority in a place where they do take statistics into consideration?

>>5375266
>Help out

>>5375324
>Stronger muscles are useful, the identity less so
It's, apparently, less that they are stronger, and more that they are alphas more often.

>>5375330
The hell you talking about, mate? Redmanes, like he said, have a tenedency to do stuff like rape. They're not dealt with, generally speaking, because of centrallia's corrupt political thought.

That's all he's said. Society has no real values and only tries to preach togetherness to ignore any real issues.

>>5375266

>Help out
Fuck redmanes.

>>5375314
Actually, the government does design them. We could revoke Talcent’s decision and create Indigo Ubermensch to replace the Monke Race in a generation if we wished it.

>>5375315
Da fuq?

>>5375337
Modern society you mean. The Blondie’s more traditional society has real values that tries to address real issues, they wouldn’t be invested in bringing this rapist to justice otherwise.

>>5375266
>Help out

>>5375284
Agori was a fine lad at first, undone more by trauma and self-loathing than by his genes.

>>5375337
>Redmanes, like he said, have a tenedency to do stuff like rape. They're not dealt with, generally speaking, because of centrallia's corrupt political thought.

This is what Akule believed. Akule is a racist doomer who became an "Unspeakable" tyrant after adopting some of the customs of some theocratic noble savages, and then his regime re-instituted many of the same identity-eroding policies he seemed to have reviled.

Don't take it at 100% face-value, even if it aligns with what you know (or believe you know) of the real world. Just like Yaun'tul's monologues about the "obvious", "objective" flaws of Jaxtian society, there is the possibiltiy we are dealing with a biased narrator.

Don't forget, Bananas doesn't actually like totalitarians, just thinks they're inevitable

>>5375499
This is also what Brun and his friends believe as well, otherwise they wouldn’t be doing this jihad. Also, we haven’t even gotten passed Page 1, curb your own biased narration until we actually finish this quest, alright?

>>5375499
I'm taking at 100% face value now.

>>5375532
>This is also what Brun and his friends believe as well, otherwise they wouldn’t be doing this jihad.

Maybe. From what we see, Brun believes in holding Redmanes (and everyone), individually, to the moral standards of his Blonde religion. This differs from the collective racial judgement which Akule's Hegemony would later adopt.

>curb your own biased narration until we actually finish this quest, alright?

All I said is we should withhold judgement based on real-life suppositions, and pointed out what Bananas literally said about his belief and the internal logic of this quest in the QTG. It isn't me being biased. I'm just reminding people to not take everything Akule says as gospel, and the be aware of the author's beliefs when trying to understand his world's internal logic.

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>>5375543
Let me just make this very clear now; I don't believe in SHIT.

>>5375557
I wouldn't believe in fecal matter either, monkey man.

>>5375541
>>5375543
Anon, you just stated what you believed about Akule at face value, then told us not to take our interpretations at face value, all from the first page in this thread. MonkeGondi’s story hasn’t even been told yet, just wait.

>>5375557
>Let me just make this very clear now; I don't believe in SHIT.
Kim Jong-un Status Achieved.

>>5375568
I didn't. Akule's SOCIETY adopted certain norms. We've had many thread to establish and explore them. We also now have a baseline of what Akule believes, thanks to his personal dialogues and monologues (though that may change). I suppose it's possible he's posturing, so I guess I could be misjudging him, though.

>>5375557
Nobody is utterly without beliefs, and you've stated at least a couple of yours in the /qtg/, but if you'd prefer to play it close to the chest, you do you.

>>5375532
Fully agree, you should still seperate yourself from the MC however for the sake of plot IMO again not arguing against your opinion again, I love back and forth even when im berated for my schizo sidetracks and sorry for trying to force plot, I just really like bananas twists and im always looking for the next no matter how little the reference

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>>5375581
>Akule is a racist doomer who became an "Unspeakable" tyrant after adopting some of the customs of some theocratic noble savages, and then his regime re-instituted many of the same identity-eroding policies he seemed to have reviled.
You did.

Akule’s Society adopted certain norms after a Nuclear Holocaust wiped out the Old World Order in a worldwide apocalypse, which I’m sure shook up norms quite a bit. Plus, the kid is 19, he’s still an edgy teen with developing opinions even if he’s giving off kidnapped!Ceaser vibes. Just don’t judge a book by the first page, yea?

>>5375584
I get schizo sidetracked as well, it happens when you’re so hyped for something (Steins;Gate was my original hype). If you’re looking for a twist though, here’s a meme of MonkeGandhi.

>>5375618
All the things I said about him are either currently true (but maybe, as I said, change) or are lastingly-true of the civilization which resulted from his ascent and legacy.

>>5375623
Again, face value, and this civilization is a result of many leaders, not just the founding one. Akule’s regime ended long before this quest’s beginning.

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“This is a Breaking News Alert! I'm your host, Nayl Miss. Tonight, in Northland, an egregious and blatant act of terror and violence in broad daylight. The victim, a 24 year old Redmane, was accosted by a group of masked blonde men carrying knives on their person outside of their home- a crime in Northland- before apparently stabbing the victim in both eyes and then driving away in a large unmarked van back over the border into the Blonde Reservation Zone. This gruesome act of violence was claimed to be done in retaliation for the alleged sexual misconduct between the Redmane second generation refugee and the anti-womens' reproductive-rights activist Dmali Radoor. While Dmali refused to comment on both the trial and the attack she did say quote “my decision to not abort the pregnancy remains- it would be wrong to kill a child for the actions of his or her mother or father”- endquote. I would also like to remind our viewers a little Breaking News Factcheck- a fetus is not a child as defined by the Mainland Dictionary. The Redmane, who name will remain anonymous due to his future legal proceedings, was awarded with free bail from the Northland government because of his status as a marginalized Jaxtian.”

“...We have also revived some more information- the Golden Hand has taken full responsibility for the attack. The religious terror group, still publicly known and active inside the Blonde indigenous Reservation- Is it time to allow Centralia Peacekeeping Forces to enter and make arrests within the reservation? What are the political ramifications of the reservation still not allowing the extradition of the infamous terrorist leader, Zaj Anak? Later tonight we'll have our political experts and insider in the Centralian government on potential sanctions- in the meantime, the Northland Peacekeeping forces would like to assure the citizens of Northland that they will be doing all they can to protect them and this this egregious crime will not go unpunished- it is being investigated as a hate crime. This is Nayl Miss reporting from Breaking News Headquarters- don't go away.”

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You hop into the back of the unmarked van down the street before they veer away. As you enter, you see the other blondes- Brun's friends and companions. They are coated in blood- wiping away the red stains and ocular fluid from their knives.

It's true, you are a soldier. You were desensitized to violence and trained to kill. But you never, ever though you'd see something like this. It was almost thoughtlessly easy to order the attack- all you did was say which direction he was heading from the city square and the men did the rest, but now you're feeling a little queezy. You've shot at people before, yeah, but they are always little black dots on a far away hillside. Just the thought of pushing a knife into someone's face- or eyesocket- even worse, just makes you feel a little uncomfortable. The blondes are in high spirits, as for yourself, you are reminded of the fact you were probably only about a five minute run from the embassy.

Later, once you are back at the encampment, you go to your room to find your bird box empty. Looks like he flew away.

”Hey, Akule. Thanks for your help today.”
”Oh? Yeah, thanks. I didn't do much though.”
”Nonsense! You performed cool under pressure and you didn't stand out either. You'd make a good spy.”
”Uhh... Thanks?”
”Why so glum?”
”I don't know, just seems pretty... harsh.”
”For a rapist?”
”No no, just... I wish it just never happened. You know?”
”Well, so do I, but you can't control what can or can't happen. Punishments like this ensure they don't happen again.”
”Making him blind would turn the Redmane into a cripple and dependent on the state for the rest of his life- as much as he was already. Wouldn't it be better just to have killed him?”
”Harsh punishments can give people a chance to learn from their mistakes, a dead man learns nothing. Tell me, would you rather be blind or dead?”
”Dead, probably.”

Brun frowns, but says nothing.

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It has now been three months since you were brought among the blondes, and you find yourself much more at home now. Friends with Brun and proficient at Blondespeak, you are allowed to go out as far as you like now. The temptation to return home is still there, but you find it harder and harder to think of a single reason to leave. You don't know if you'd be punished for desertion, for one, and two, what exactly do you have to go back to? An aging mother who passed her life-long debt to you? A civilian life in a tiny one room apartment on government welfare?

Brun invited you to drive to the next nearest town before you got a flat tire. With no reception out here anyways, and the season being perfect for it, you both decide to camp out under the stars instead.

”Wow, look at the sky. I can actually see the galaxy.”
”Hmm? You've never seen it?”
”In pictures online and in books, yeah, but never in person. Never with my own eyes. It's the light pollution.”
”We never call it a galaxy. For us, it is a belt.”
”A belt?”
”Yes. Our people knew first that the world was round. We thought it was very fat, so it had to wear a belt to stop from spilling out into the sky.”
”Pfft. What a silly superstition.”
”Silly?! Do you even know their names, Akule?”
”The bright ones? That's Vetuck, and that's Nan.”
”...You seem to miss the things right in front of your face- what's the name of the Galaxy?”

>Write In

>>5375760
>>Write In
the Milky Way

So we have to force QM to make humans cannon. maybe even genocide or make peace with them.

>>5375760
>Gongalla Galaxy
Hehehe
Alternatively:
>Astra Galaxy

>>5375760
I'm certain that there's probably a good monkey-related name someone could make

>>5375774
Not really? Even if it was, they could just not exist. Or this could be set fifty billion years before humans existed.

Either way, cringe.

I got nothing.

>>5375760
>It's Proconsulus
I just searched for the oldest ape ancestor I really hope that this isn't a trick question and the name of the galaxy was said in some past thread.

>>5375760
>"Danborial"

>"I hear that philosophers of the past talked of the galaxy as if it was a great Danbo tree. That the stars and worlds were fruit that might be leapt between, as if suspended upon branches high up in that nothingness."

>>5375884
>>5375913
Supporting either of these.

>>5375913
+1

>>5375780
Great Banana?

>>5375913
+1

>>5375884
I like this one

>>5375760
>Sanig

>>5375913
+1 Danbo Yggdrasil sounds based as fuck

>>5375913
+1

>>5375913
I'll support this.

>>5376419
The CEO of Racism....

>>5376419
Ah, so it is going to be ‘that’ sort of story, huh?

>>5376419
Nothing like a little genocide to start the day.

>>5376433
Ehh, we already knew from the start that akule genocided everyone. This isn't even the start. At some point, there's gonna be a nuclear holocaust that is so horrible that jaxtians thousands of years laters have an inherent fear of nukes to the point they would have exterminated the swall if they had them

>>5375913

>Support. Ripe fruit, waiting to be plucked from the world tree.

>>5375284
Akule isn't known for accuracy and sanity.

>>5376419
>The Black expy monkes are genocided by being put in cages on boats
Jeezy Pete.

>>5376419
It would be more believable if Akule killed the redmanes using masturbation machines and made lampshades from their hides

>>5376678
masturbation machines are to be used only on the Goldnoses.

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”The Danborial. The great tree of the cosmos.”
”You have quite the imagination. That's not it.”
”So it's Proconsulus then? The ancestor of all apes?”
”Wha- Akule. We live in the Lotus Galaxy. I thought Mainlander got a better scientific education then we did!”
”Oh... I knew that.”

You're actually feeling a little embarrassed. You somehow forgot that was the name of your galaxy. You guess it really hasn't come up since your admittedly pitiful public schooling. The blonde by your side is laughing at you now.

”The “Danborial”- pfft ahaha. How did you come up with that!”
”Shut up! I guess I just keep my eyes down to earth instead of up in the clouds.”
”Yeah, maybe if you stick your face in the dirt!... Which is not a good look for you, Akule. It doesn't suit you to kneel.”

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The next day, you have your truck repaired and you return to your “prison” compound. With Braun still with you, you ask him what you were even making that trip for in the first place.

”Oh just some ammunition, some supplies, things like that. And one special package- just for you.”
”Hmm?”
”It's your knives.”

Suddenly, you are presented with a pair of white and black handled knives- with sheathes and a belt. Just like the ones the tribal blondes wear.

”What!? Brun, I can't accept this.”
”Why not?”
”This is... not my way. This is your people's custom, not mine. I have no use for a knife- at least as a weapon.”
”What, never fought with one? The military never trained you?”
”No. We're supposed to use the butt of our rifle if we need to fight up close, until we can clear the way for a point blank shot. Or if hand to hand is required, usually we engage a hold...”
”Fuck that. You're gonna learn how to use one of these. Just like us.”

Brun's already drawn his, stuffing your own white-handled knife into your hand.

”What are you doing!? I am not going to spare with you with such a sharp blade. Are you insane?”
”No, we'll just be touching tip to tip- hehe. Sparring is always done with the clean blade- you will be fine. Little knick on your finger won't kill you.”

You find yourself strangely nervous. Despite military training, playing around with blades is making you feel a sense of anxiety. You feel guns are more predictable. Knives are quick. How are you going to do this? You don't think Brun is going to take no for an answer.

>Try to cut him
>Avoid injuring Brun

>>5376730
>Try to cut him
He's going to be way, way better than us. Don't be stoopid.

>>5376730
>Try to cut him
We don't want to injure ourselves, but he's forcing us to do this... so he'll have to take the cuts if we can deliver them.

>>5376730
>Try to cut him
We have to actually try or this is going to be fruitless and we might get hurt

>>5376730
>>Try to cut him

>tip to tip
Fuck off

>>5376730
>Try to cut him
I trust you Brun.
If he ends up dead from this duel I swear Allah Bananas….

>>5376437
I was hoping for a bit of subversion on that front to be honest. Like, we turn Akule into Gandhi by the end, and have the horrifying reality be that it doesn’t matter, his tale and teachings twisted and distorted by time and the monstrous machine he created. Like, I wouldn’t expect accurate history from a totalitarian regime of all things. Instead, people will just Other Akule as a racist monster rather than reflecting on the nature of the Beast itself.

Oh well, here’s hoping that this prequel turns out to be a better Solo movie than Disney gave to Han. Would Monke!Walt Disney Nathan Nut-Thief as his mascot?

>>5376730
>Avoid injuring Brun

>>5376730
>Try to cut him

>>5376730
>Avoid injuring Brun

>>5376419
>redmanes bad even though they have BRC

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You end up trying to cut Brun. It's nothing personal- it's just that you know he's going to be much more experienced with knife fighting then you- since you can't possibly match his ability to deflect and control the point of the knives, you focus on offense.

”You missed!”
”Grrr... Stop- fucking-!”
”You'll never hit me like that!”

Bastard. He's way too quick. You start to make more powerful and faster swipes, with him deflecting each point- eventually, he has to take a step back from your wild swings.

”Phew- Akule! I didn't know you were so angry with me. Did I do something to offend you?”
”... No.”
”You'll need a lot of practice. Both with the blade, and with controlling your anger. This is not a weapon for butchers and Alpha-Male-Headed men. Anything you feel within must be held back- reserved, like water a second from boiling. Strong and fierce, but controlled. You will learn, and I will teach you.”

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Some time later, you find yourself in the back of another van- this time, by your own volition. You are traveling to a slum in Northland again.

”It's the Greenfaced, this time?”
”These Greenfaced, Akule. What are they like in your country?”
”In Centralia? They mostly kept to themselves... Hardworking, at least. Insular. Not the worst traits for an immigrant.”
”They work hard to impoverish others, that is indeed true. These ones open businesses that prey on people- casinos, loan sharks, real estate, landlords... they use money to make more money. Especially the loans. They charge people huge interest rates, compounding their interest every week to make them pay the maximum amount- some people end up paying five, ten, even twenty times more then they borrowed.”
”That's pretty bad but... they agreed to the loan. They can read the fine print.”
”And? It's usury. They don't do it to everyone equally either. They borrow money between each other all the time- what percentage do they charge then? Nothing. The scum that work at this one have stolen so much from this community, some blondes too, that they made all local businesses go bankrupt. It's wrong. We aren't going to stand for it any more.”

At dusk, you sneak towards the property line seeing its pristine condition in this scummy neighborhood. The truth is you held your tongue about the Greenfaces to Brun- you really disliked them. Their beady eyes and the way they jabber on in another language right in your face, you can just tell they are talking about you behind your back. You never liked them, honestly, but you never thought this would be something you'd be doing either.

”Brun, what are we doing here?”
”What- out of ideas?”

>Vandalize the property
>Break in and find something to steal
>Start a fire and burn it to the ground
>Other (write in)

>>5377264
>Break in and find something to steal
TAKE BACK OUR MONEY BBY

>>5377275
What are we going to do with money in some far-off mountain village, stoopid?

>>5377264
>Break in and find something to steal, and give it to the poor.

>>5377264
>Break in and find something to steal, and give it to the poor.

Feels goooood man.

>>5377280
>>5377284
Won't that just result in the poor people getting screwed over once they call the cops onto them for owning stolen money?

>>5377264
>>Start a fire and burn it to the ground

>>5377264

>Get a Centralia flag and hang it discretely in a corner, like the greenfaces are flying it in secret.

The goal is to frame the greenfaces as secret Centralia sympathizers.

>>5377306
The people already don't like'em math

>>5377310
mate*

We can burn down one store. Northland can instigate pogroms.

>>5377278
MO MONEY NO PROBLEMS

>>5377264
>Start a fire and burn it to the ground

>>5377264
>Break in and find something to steal

Akule getting radicalized by the Monke Apache Taliban is pretty interesting.

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>>5377284
+1
Remember the canon info we know about Akule's bloodline...
>Strong moral core
>Innate love of living things
Makes me feel like we made the "right" choice with the bird, too.

>>5377264

>>5377280
>Break in and find something to steal, and give it to the poor.

Seconding this.

>>5377264
>Break in and find something to steal
The other two options they could get back with insurance, stealing something will at least give wealth towards us or someone else if we give to the poor.

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Remove janny.

>>5378381
What was he even banned for.

>>5378387
A janny from the Greenfaced tribe was mad about being called out.

>>5378387
Writing interracial cuckoldry and humansized mosquito sex.

>>5378654
Bedbugs, based on the reproductive method.

>>5378412
I am hoping Bananas is going somewhere with this thread's thinly-veiles racial commentary.

>>5376419
Monkey Drown in Lake! Million Pity for Red Monkey Family Drown in Cage

>>5378659
>I am hoping Bananas is going somewhere with this thread's thinly-veiles racial commentary.
Yes, genocide. That's how it ends. Being a prequel, we mostly seem to follow Akule in his early years.

>>5378688
I meant sormwhere interesting along that journey, as opposed to just a catalogue of the reasons he didn't like not-Jews and not-Blacks.

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Punishing the Green-Faces with arson or vandalizing the place seems counter intuitive. After all, the blondes don't like them for hoarding wealth. So it makes the most sense to take that wealth.

”We should steal it.”

With that, Brun nods and directs his men. Within moments, you've broken through the meager locks and have entered inside. Just as you suspected; the Green-Faces stored much of the value of this business right here on the property. Looks like their distrust of everyone else paid off- not stored in a bank.

”What's that note, Akule?”
”It says... Uncle, Father... with phone numbers next to them. One of their clients probably stopped answering their phone and they want to call their family members to try and harass them until they can collect.”
”That's horrible! Surely such a thing doesn't happen in Centralia.”
”Well, banks don't do that there, but mostly because you can't block their numbers...”

In the back of the office is a few large vaults and locked doors with large amounts of wealth- mostly paper money, but also some gold, jewelry, and other valuables.

“This will fuel the Jihad...”
”No- we should give it away to someone who needs it more. Charity.”
”Brun, you all came all this way out here...”
”So? In that case- take enough to pay for gas and drinks for all of us, then we donate the rest. A small bad deed among a good. The Gods would smile.”
“Yes! Brun is wise- you truly are the Son of the Chief.”

That settles that. Soon enough, the goods are given away freely- no strings attached- to the orphans and displaced children from the occupation in Northland. Scarcely few blondes among them, but the terrorists you are bunking with seem not to mind that very much at all.

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News of your minor victory spur a great deal of praise from when you get back to the compound- not that you did much. Brun is given most of the praise- but deflects all of it to him, his fellows, and even yourself. Technically still his captive, more then anything.

That night, a small ceremony is announced. One of the elders wants to play a song. He begins on the Cajamat, a real ugly screechy thing with two strings. Many of the blondes sit around, with Brun and yourself invited, as the elder plays a very, very old song.

>Talk to Brun
>Listen closely to the song
>Excuse yourself

>>5380411
>Listen closely to the song
It would be disrespectful to talk, probably

>>5380411
>Listen closely to the song

>>5380411
>Excuse yourself

>>5380411
>Listen closely to the song

>>5380411
>Listen closely to the song
That ballad from the future blond was cool.

>>5380411
>Listen closely to the song

>>5380411
>Listen closely to the song

>>5380411
>Listen closely to the song
>Talk to Brun after about it

>>5380411
>Excuse yourself

>>5380517
>mfw present time Hegemony, with all of its social engineering, even at it's worst, is way, way less brutal than Akule's reign
>mfw I have no face since it was peeled of.

>>5380517
>>5377576

>>5380517
Bahaha, that makes sense why the Takars have a green muzzle. Seems the Green face bloodline did pretty well for themselves in the Hegemony.

>>5380517
I'm guessing that's uh, organ harvesting yes?

>>5380517
>Anastesia, when you get dissected, is the REWARD for betraying yourself to the genocider of your people
Holy fucking hell Akule

>>5380771
Unless you were a self-made millionaire, I guess. Then you get forcibly bred into Mainland stock.

>>5380771
Well, to be fair, they don't exactly *need* them to cooperate, do they? It's the usual 'if you cooperate, i'll give you a clean death'

Except this time they're just harvesting the organs and the reward is not suffering horrible pain.

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You listen closely to the Blondish song. More then the words themselves, you listen between the lines.

The blondes are an old culture. At this point in time, they are probably the only traditional culture left on this planet, mostly untouched and untainted from the others. Their cultural values are alien to your own- the ideas of libertine democracy are not present in their culture. There are values that are present; and the way the song is sung makes you feel as though the people here believe in what they believe very strongly. Even if it is ultimately wrong. Gods and ancient heroes aren't real. There is no special afterlife, nor strength of the spirit that lets the hero of this ballad win no matter what.

But you will say this about the ballad; it is simple, clean, performed with heart. You can see Brun smiling, even though you are sure he has heard it before. It is not novelty that motivates the crowd's reception of quiet concentration, somehow many times more respectful towards the performer then a stadium of cheering fans.

Truthfully, you grew up in a time and place immersed in a world where stories exist in context of other stories. Every story is judged, consciously or not, against every other story- but the blonde's song isn't set up that way. The characters grow and change, but there is no grand twist. The same values at the start of the song are exalted at its end. Something about it, its straightness or how “cliche” it would be in your own culture, makes you feel like you're missing something. The hero stays a hero and the villain stays a villain- and even the pessimist inside you trying to find it can't see the thinly veiled social commentary of the age of when it was written. This is a story that exists for the sake of being a story.

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Later, Brun and yourself duel yet again. Your knifework is something you've developed a small passion for, and you seem a natural study. However, during a misstep, Brun's knife accidentally cuts into the webbing between your thumb and hand, disabling your knife hand.

”Fuck- ouch!”
”Oh no, Akule, I am sorry.”
”It's alright...”

You pick up your knife again with your other hand. You won't be using your right for a while.

”Hmm? You're using your left hand?”
”Might as well. We can continue practicing.”
”I thought you were right handed.”
”I am. Well, I'm pretty ambidextrous, but it's still right hand dominant.”
”Akule... you never told me. Left handed knife fighters are already a rarity, but one who can use both hands equally well... that is a rare talent indeed. The type of hero only songs sing about.”
”Oh please. I am no hero.”
”I am sorry for injuring your hand, oh great one!” He says, with a mock bow.
”Oh, shut up! I know it wasn't on purpose.”
”It was the little evil.”
”Hmm? I thought that was the blonde word for accident- why did you pronounce it that way?”
”There are three evils, Akule. That is the nature of evil.”

>Ask Brun about the nature of evil
>Train your knife fighting more fiercely now

>>5381080
>Ask Brun about the nature of evil

>>5381080
>Ask Brun about the nature of evil

>>5381080
>Ask Brun about the nature of evil
Doomer Akule

>>5381080
>Ask Brun about the nature of evil

>>5381080
>Ask Brun about the nature of evil

>>5381080
>Ask Brun about the nature of evil

>>5381075
>and even the pessimist inside you trying to find it can't see the thinly veiled social commentary of the age of when it was written.
That doesn't make sense, Akule notices here

>. Gods and ancient heroes aren't real. There is no special afterlife, nor strength of the spirit that lets the hero of this ballad win no matter what.

That in itself is a social message, even if the message is as simple as "Gods are real and the strength of spirit lets you win no matter what."

>>5381204
Akule is from a very post-modern, relativist society inundated with narrative subversion, irony, self-awareness, and meta-commentary (get it? it's us!), so for HIM a straight-forward and unnuanced message like that barely even counts as social commentary. A story about heroes being heroic and villains being villanous, with no twists, no antiheroic impulses or moral relativism, and no clever (or "clever") moral message about the politics of the day might as well be a children's fairy tale.

>>5381080
>Ask Brun about the nature of evil
>and the nature of good as well

>>5381080
>Ask Brun about the nature of evil
>Practice the basic forms with the left hand. Traditions became tradition for a reason. No need to deviate until the hand knows the first principles by heart.

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”What exactly are the “three evils”, Brun?”
”Not all evils are evil, Akule, You know this. The little evil is our word for accidents. The evil that is done by animals, nature, children- and the unwary. This is the little evil. We demand payment for damaged property or lost time, or a sincere apology for a slighted friend, or public work if the evil harmed the public. All punishments must fit the crime. The second evil is true evil- the intentional, directed evil. Done against a stranger or a victim, an act of hate. Rape, theft, deceit, usury, sabotage... this is evil that is punished in the manner of which it was done. Lustful eyes are put out, thievish hands are cut off, broken vows are answered with broken bones.”
”Our culture would consider that barbaric.”
”Evil is barbaric. If the punishment to cruelty is not cruelty, then what else could be a fitting punishment? Is the guilty party not deserving of the same cruelty they inflicted on the innocent? To treat the guilty better then the innocent, as your culture does, is a gross injustice. It is the greatest evil.”
”Injustice?”
”No... Another word. ...Betrayal.”
”I have never heard on of your people speak this word.”
”That word we do not use in this language, Akule. It is taboo. It is the unspeakable. Betrayal is the worst evil of all; it is the only evil that strikes twice. The first is when the evil is committed, and then the second? When the injured realizes they have been betrayed. Surely my wife would not cheat on me with another man, there must be a misunderstanding, we've been together for so long. Surely our trusted priest would not lie to us and steal from us, he is a respected holy man. To know that someone you believe in and love so closely used that trust for themselves is the sharpest knife, pulled and twisted, worse then a stranger and worst then an act of the Gods. Trust broken is the worst evil of all. Do you understand?”
”I do.”

As the time goes on, the season changes. It begins to get cold, and then snow. The pleasant though dry alpine climate quickly changes to freezing cold as windstorms and rain freezes the compound. Communications between the different tribes of the reservation stop as people begin to hole up for the winter.

”Is it always this cold in the winter, Brun?”
”To be honest with you... no. This is unusual.”
”It may be climate change.”
”I do not believe in such a thing. Jaxtians are fools to believe their actions can upset the balance brought by the Gods.”
”Believe what you wish. It will make life hell for everyone either way.”
”By making our heat less intense and our winters more like the rest of the world?”

Brun obviously doesn't understand the concept, but you can't help but find his clever assertion amusing. After all, there is truth to it.

”Of course- you may not be negatively effected, but the rest of the world will be. There are billions of people on this planet, and a majority of them live near the coasts and equatorial zones. It will cause a mass exodus. Every nation on Jaxt will be overflowing with unskilled labor and climate refugees- and the crime, poverty, and hatred they bring with them.”
”If you do not care for them- Simply don't let them into your borders.”
”Centralia's coward government will let them in.”
”It is a good thing I do not live in Centralia then.”

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For the past four hours you have been outside- scanning the horizon. It has gotten dark out and the last shafts of sunlight fade away- even your coat can't keep in your body heat.

”Fuck... hurry up...”

You were told that someone was going to be returning to the camp before nightfall. You can't miss them- they are an important messenger belonging to the Golden Hand.

Even worse- you know what tonight is. This is the First Day, or in other words, the day after New-Years. For the blondes, this is a religious holiday celebrating the first day of creation that the Gods made. You know there is a warm kitchen and dining room with a feast just waiting downstairs- and you're stuck doing this bullshit.

If nobody comes before nightfall, you can go downstairs. But if not, you'll miss something important and somebody could even die- you can't mess this up. Brun will never trust you with jobs like this again if you don't. It's so damn cold, you just want to go downstairs already. You make a final scan of the horizon- do you see anyone?

>Yes
>No

>>5381413
>Yes

>>5381413
Anyone know what that thing in the bottom is? In the snow.

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>>5381413
>Yes
Pic related looks like a dead/collapsed dude and a trail leading to him.

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>>5381413
>>Yes
Abnormalities in red

>>5381413
>Yes
That lump of snow looks suspicious

>>5381413
>Yes

>>5381413
>Yes

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>>5381429
>>5381413
Wait wait I think I see them. The three snow lumps in the middle, White lines where they meet the actual snow.

>>5381412
You know, if the Climate Catastrophe was really happening, the rich wouldn’t own beachfront properties, and if you contrast the water levels of the Statue of Liberty between it’s creation and now, you’ll find how eerily similar they are, considering we should all be under water by now. But hey, it’s not like a global cabal of elites are inciting climate doomsday hysteria as a justification for increasing authoritarianism and personal gain, that would be silly, right?

>>5381413
Watch as the real answer to the puzzle be No, and Bananas is just trolling us.

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>>5381559
Wait, the Jaxtians have a Statue of Liberty, too? Is it in Centralia? I mean, you wouldn't just be going on a silly little off-topic ramble, would you?

>>5381559
>But hey, it’s not like a global cabal of elites are inciting climate doomsday hysteria as a justification for increasing authoritarianism and personal gain, that would be silly, right?

Yeah, it would be silly because it assumes the elites are a monolith. There are many powerful groups that DON'T benefit from climate hysteria. Like the oil and gas lobby, and pretty much all the carbon emitting industries. Why oh why would these industries, backed by their own cadre of the wealthy and powerful just let other elites spread a hoax which actively hurts their interests if there is absolutely no truth to it?

>>5381559
yeah I'm starting to think it might actually be "No", all these answers claiming to see something seem to be stretching.

There's a blue pixel by the right-most red circle, against the green mountain backdrop.

>>5381821
Where?

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Blue pixel highlighted. I'm guessing that it's background sky that got missed, but hey, whatever.

>>5381828
Damn, talk about sight

Maybe it is them?

Eagle Eye Akule, picking out a defect on a distant mountain through snowfall.

>>5381841
>Enhancing intensifies.

Or we just had to answer yes.

>>5381413
>No
It doesn't ask 'Is there anyone out there', just if you can see someone - and I can't see someone. There may be many marks and irregularities, but nothing there is identifiable as a Jaxtian apart from Akule.

>>5381413
>No

>>5381413
>>No
But maybe they've come and went? There's fresh tracks. Quickly notify someone about that and see what they say.

>>5381828
I wouldn't put it past Bananas to do this, but I think that if he did it'd be Jaxtian blue instead of sky blue.

>>5381571
Is it off topic if Akule brought it up as an article of belief? Or how every Climate Doomsday Prophecy is always wrong, but always believed?

The more interesting angle of thought is how humans always believed in these doomsday prophecies (often biblical) since ancient times. Does this speak of something innate to the human condition, if doomsday keeps cropping up in every generation? It’s a thought that does deserve exploration, at least.

>>5381577
>There are many powerful groups that DON'T benefit from climate hysteria.
There are many more powerful groups that do benefit from it, and they overpower the fossil fuel lobby. It’s funny how no one questions if the people advocating radical change in the government, the economy, and living standards don’t have an alternate agenda. Green Non-Nuclear Energy just ain’t gonna meet the demand for energy, it’s almost like you’ll need to drastically reduce the population to have a chance at meeting climate goals- huh, almost like Akule. Strange, that.

>>5381828
That’s an autistic amount of dedication anon, have my
>Yes
Is the messenger supposed to be blonde, or blue?

>>5382014
>Is it off topic if Akule brought it up as an article of belief?
Yes. This is not le epic political debate thread. Piss off.

>>5382018
Actually, this is the Political Containment Thread. Try and stay on topic anon :^)

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You stay outside for yet another hour as you desperately try to spot the incoming messanger.

Is that mound of snow him? Maybe he collapsed and you didn't see him before?
Are those tire tracks or footprints?
Is that a far off mountain or incoming shape?

You strain your eyes further and further until the sky gets so dark that looking out becomes impossible. That's it- you've missed him. He could be collapsed in a snow field and you would never know.

Just then, Brun comes up from below. He's not wearing a coat- clearly he doesn't intend to be out here long.

”Akule!? You're still up here?”
”I was l-looking for the messenger. Like you asked. But I didn't see anybody...” You can't stop yourself from shivering.
”Oh... they called in. Nobody was coming tonight- the weather was too bad.”
”Wha- Why didn't you tell me!?”
”I mean I was going to! Sorry Akule. It was an accident.”
”So I stood out here for nothing!?”
”I just got distracted with how nice it was without you there!”

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”Argh! Come here so I can kick your ass!”
”Haha- Wait, Akule! Wait, I was just kidding!”
”STOP LAUGHING!”
”Wait! Haha- Wait!”