CREATION, BIRTH, YOU WILL BE GIVEN THIS CHOICE VIA DEMOCRATIZATION. CHOOSE YOUR BODILY MORPHISM.

>A Powerful Form. Able to thrash all in your path.

>A Defense Form, to repel the terror of this world.

>A Resilient Form, Like a tree this form cannot be felled so easily.

>A Dexterous Form, Fast and agile, Never goes last.

>A Charismatic Form, A silver tongue, influence anyone.

>A Intelligent Form, A strong mind, Puzzles are nothing to you. Same as spellcraft.

>>5684190
>A Resilient Form, Like a tree this form cannot be felled so easily.

>>5684190
>A Intelligent Form, A strong mind, Puzzles are nothing to you. Same as spellcraft.

>>5684190
WHO SHALL BE YOUR GUARDIAN AND MOLD YOUR MORALS?

>A spider baker who’s business practices can be dubious to say the least.

>A tall goat who values the morals of her religion and cares deeply for those she deems nice.

>A yellow lizard whose knowledge is near that of a genius, but uses it mainly on media consisting of cartoons written in moon-runes.

>A fish cop whose sense strength is rivaled by her strong sense of justice.

>A large but kind Goat man, who despite his flaws does his best to make things right, even if he is bad at it.

>A lazy skeleton who is a bit of a prankster that cleans at the local convenience store.

THESE CHOICES WILL DICTATE WHAT YOU MAY LEARN AND WEILD. THINK CAREFULLY. FOR RASH THINKING IS WHAT GOT YOU INTO THIS MESS.

>>5684193
>A spider baker who’s business practices can be dubious to say the least.

>>5684193
>A spider baker who’s business practices can be dubious to say the least.

Muffet is based

>>5684190
>A Defense Form, to repel the terror of this world.
how will defense and resilient look apart mechanically ? i get the 'high hp vs dmg reduction' thing but how will they look different in game ?
>>5684193
>A large but kind Goat man, who despite his flaws does his best to make things right, even if he is bad at it.

>>5684190
>A Resilient Form, Like a tree this form cannot be felled so easily.
It’s good to be resilient! Can’t break these walls!
>A spider baker who’s business practices can be dubious to say the least.
Gotta love spiders

>>5684190
>A Resilient Form, Like a tree this form cannot be felled so easily.
I GET KNOCKED DOWN, THEN I GET UP AGAIN, YA NEVA GONNA KEEP ME DOWN
>A large but kind Goat man, who despite his flaws does his best to make things right, even if he is bad at it.
Went with daddy in the divorce, we get pizza every Saturday. Asgore is underrated!

>A Resilient Form, Like a tree this form cannot be felled so easily.

>A spider baker who’s business practices can be dubious to say the least.

>>5684190
>A Charismatic Form, A silver tongue, influence anyone.
I luve me some charisma builds. We can do a little trolling and get away with it.

>>5684193
>A spider baker who’s business practices can be dubious to say the least.
Muffet a cute.

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The leafy husk of a monster’s temple is invaded by an army of flaring, blaring pain, its sanctity of ideas and dreams utterly ransacked and burnt by the all consuming sensation of universal discomfort. The Sapling grabs at his head with eyes that have clear signs of a crows inhabitants on his eye bags. His eyes open to the familiar messy sanctity of his room. The non negotiable pink stripped wallpaper lined his walls. Shelves of various bric-a-brac lined the shelves collecting dust as the pastel statues makes poses of imitated life.

The boy yawns and stretches, the bark of his body creaking a bit as he does so. Getting up from the bed the boy looks into the mirror of course is met with his bark mask of a face. Mask is an appropriate term because at first glance he has no mouth ears or nose, just two black eyeholes that blink occasionally and a pair of wooden horns that sprout from his head. He sighs showing his jagged triangular and blocky teeth that perfectly clamp with his upper jaw.

They blend perfectly together like a puzzle and once more his mouth seemingly disappears. His arms are entwined, thick, branches with his fore arms being protected by a covering of bark like “gauntlets.” which protect the skinny part of his limbs. Brown pointed fingers of bark and twine make up the young saplings fingers. His feet are pads of strong roots that act akin to hooves.
Of course he is also wearing his “I Grow Where I Want” shirt showcasing the dandelion, the most stubborn and patriotic of weeds.
He….why are you calling yourself in the third-

>>5684506
The alarming yet comforting sound of familiarity crash’s your thoughts like an ill-advised driver through a store front. Your mothers sing song voice calling you down for breakfast brings whatever weird and likely pollen induced hallucination you were going through to a thankful halt. “Oh sh-I mean I’ll be right there!” You mumble your jaw clacking together as you stop yourself from cursing. Quickly you put on a pair of green bright green pants and a black T-shirt showcasing the brave dandelion. With a notion of style you slide down the railing of the stair way, smudging it to hell but hey, at least you looked cool for a second or two.

“Oh! Do you really have to do that so often dearie~” the voice snag with a bell like giggle. “I…uh, sorry.” You mumble while taking a seat at the extravagant pink table, where the usual assortment of cutesy utensils and plates litter the table. Arguing with Muffet was an impossible task, ask any customer demanding a refund. Your six armed mother is busy making tea and donuts for the two of you. She turns to face you with a cheerful smile that could convince lesser men to commit atrocities if asked. Her six eyes close as she chuckles seeing your face return to its usual poker face. “Dear *&$#@ what am I to do with you!” She jokes saying a name that you don’t quite catch. Oh yeah that’s your name…what’s your name again?

>Name yourself.

>>5684510
I'm torn between offering
>Willow
Or
>Nephila
The former is obvious because y'know, tree, but the latter is referring to the genus of spider often called 'giant wood spiders'. maybe one of them can be a middle name?

>>5684510
>Forrest

>>5684538
For some reason 'giant wood spiders' reminded me of Australia.

Something to do with the 'Douglas Fir' tree?

>>5684510
>Thistle

>>5684660
+1

>>5684538
Willow Nephila sounds good, let's go

>>5684510
>Faggot
As in bundle of sticks.

>>5684681
"Willow Nephilla" sounds like the name of a teenage girl's deviantart OC

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>>5684698
Naming things is hard Anon:(

>>5684510
>>5684632
I'll change my vote to
>Thistle
Just to keep things moving.

>>5684689
based

>>5684698
Yeah, that's the main reason I didn't want to support it.

>>5684510
I'll support Thistle, and I'd be fine with Nephilia as a Middle Name or something

I'll chanve my vote for
>Thistle
too. Didn't mean to choose bad names, sticking with muh Toby Fox pun names is hard

A part of me wants to change my vote again but this time to
>Thistle Fir Aggot (Thistle F. Aggot)
Just for the meme.

>>5684510
Thistle is a solid name, I'm going with that one too

>>5684510
>Thistle

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>>5684510
The name’s alien essence wears off and suddenly you feel an odd feeling of nostalgia to it and a feeling of personal attachment. Yeah your name. Given to you by…..I mean it must have been your mom right? It sounds familiar feels familiar but doesn’t seem right somehow. Everything just feels off today. The spider tilts her head noticing your wooden fingers twitching and clacking against the table. A fidget you’ve had for as long as you remember.

One that your mom can see in an instant, she can pick up on the smallest detail of a persons body language and guide the situation to how she sees fit. A trick you’ve picked up on, but still aren’t great at.
“Thistle, something on your mind?” Muffet asks her voice dropping its playfulness for a moment in genuine concern. It’s been a while since she’s seen her sapling so deep in thought.

“Nothin’ Ma, had a weird night is all.” You lie, not wanting to add more stress than what she’s already got piled on from having to run a bakery on her own.
After Ma’s more…liberal approach to acquiring fund’s, she’s not exactly loved by the bitter snitches of the town.

“Is it about your little scheme last night? Cause darling you have nothing be ashamed of! You made me proud!” Muffet says with a giggle as she munched on a webbing themed donut which was slightly dusted in a cobweb, Y’know for flavor.
“I mean, yeah that human spray fiasco got my like over a hundred bucks. But I’m pretty sure Mrs.Toriel wants to punch me after putting Kris through that stigma.”
Thistle remembers yesterday as it was the day he had to stop his “human-away” spray stand.

>>5685490
When Mrs.Toriel broke it in half with a rather impressive drop kick. Followed by an admittedly frightening scolding. When a scam escalates to that level it’s usually the sign to stop and apologize. In your defense the scam made you a lot of money and Kris never talks…so how’d you know if it hurt the guys feelings? Plus you kinda need the money.
“Then try something different and less visible, until the snitches calm down. As always, thanks with helping pay the bills sweetie!” Muffet says patting the bark of thistles head. You can’t help but laugh unveiling your blocky mouth. Yeah going all in on spiders wasn’t the smartest idea marketing wise mainly due to arachnophobia being a bit of a big thing. That and having spiders in every corner of the bakery made it so every dollar made counted. And Muffet refuses to change her theme so you have to help her make ends meet. Or at least you volunteer to.

“Well, I’m gonna have to face the music, wish me luck Ma!” You say your accent slipping through as you make for the door, waving to Muffet as she uses her top and bottom set’s of arms to wave at you.

You can see your mother’s smile as you close the door to “Muffet’s.” Behind you as you begin to walk toward school. Where you see a familiar face waiting for you as you begin your way up the sidewalk. “Hey.” They say in greeting. Who are they?

YOUR FIGHTING STYLE WILL BE SIMILAR TO THAT OF YOUR CLOSEST COMPANION. THE QUESTION IS WHO SHALL BE THIS AMALGAMATIONS FRIEND?

>A tubby goth cat.
>A strong dragon.
>A joking snowy creature.
>A kind hearted doe.
>A know it all bird.
>A radical snake.
>A energetic dinosaur.
>A quiet human.

>>5685492
>A know it all bird.
Bit of a hard choice for me, since my favorite characters are Berdly, Jockington and Catty.
Hell, these are all good options.

>>5685492
>A energetic dinosaur.
I've always had a soft spot for him honestly. And we seem to be a more timid creature, so it could be a wholesome pairing

>>5685492
>A tubby goth cat.
Goth girl get, and she'll help with magic mysteries that are implied in the game. Having a fighting style similar to hers sounds like it goes well with our Resilient Form.

Also good to know we aren't above scamming or that we're a moralfag.

>>5685492
>A tubby goth cat
Neat character traits we have so far

It's a hard decision between Catti and MK. Catti is nice, but I wouldn't want to turn good ol' jockington into a third wheel.

>>5685490
>After Ma’s more…liberal approach to acquiring fund’s
is/was she a whore as well or by liberal you mean the puppy eyes thing to make customers buy things ?
>>5685492
>A joking snowy creature.

>>5685492
>A know it all bird.

>>5685702
I think it means she scammed and manipulated a bunch of people. Probably where we learned it from too.

>>5685492
>A tubby goth cat.
Catty just makes sense, since with her being a goth means she's probably a regular to the spider bakery.
No Temmie?
Did we replace her? Bro...

>>5685492
>A know it all bird.
You know what goes with racism? Gamers.

>>5686392
>implying we're that powerful
TEMMIE iz second only tu god! and he weeps! :D

>>5685492
>>A know it all bird.
>A know it all bird.
is best
but also
>A tubby goth cat.
she is likely at the bakery Daily gorging and getting fatter and due to being a goth the theme does not stop her

>>5685492
>A tubby goth cat.

>>5685492
>A know it all bird.
Out of all the people around, he's the only one that doesn't really have a 'best friend'.

>>5686433
Pretty sure that he considers Noelle to be his best friend, even if she doesn't

>>5686436
Then we can be his 'real' friend. Noelle will probably thank us.

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>>5686439
I'm guessing the timeline will probably change for the other 'friend' character if we're close to their friend, if that makes any sense.

>>5686392
>Erased Lives
>Story is about how Temmie is erased by us

Looks like we're probably with Burghley. I wonder if he's just our closest friend or moreso our only friend? The whole scam thing probably didn't help us in that regard.

>Scams
EEnE: Deltarune Edition

>>5686464
unfathomably based
We need to complete the trio for maximum trolling/profit.

>>5686464
>EEnE
what does it stand for ?

>>5686507
Ed, Edd n Eddy

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>>5685492
Apologies had to rewrite a bit to make this work but I like how it turned out.

Catti’s dull greeting causes a chuckle to leave Thistle’s mouth as he walks down the sun kissed street. The sun bathing the dead end town of broken dreams in a warm tangerine glow. His blank bark mask’s eyes curved upward in an “eye smile” and his jaw cracked a crevice to give his face a smirk, in front of him are his partners in morally unethical actions. Or friends as regular folk would call them.

A chubby goth cat with white fur stood near QC’s wearing a black top and pink shorts, and a pair of pink sandals. Her yellow eyes are usually focused on her phone most of the time. A blue bird wearing only glasses and a white pocketed short sleeve shirt stood beside her casually talking her ear off with an expression so smug it would cause any fist in a ten mile radius to hone in on his location. Berdly raves to Catti about something she clearly cares very little about. But after years of being friends she has mastered the whole pretending to listen thing.

Berdly’s beak is wedged in his usually sleaze ball smirk as he does so.
You’ve all been friends since you were but a lil sapling. Where you all first met by the virtues and wonders of being broke, and needing money. Being the good Samaritan’s you are you and your friends found ways to help folks with the burden of their heavy wallets. Catti nudges Berdly who notices Thistle and stops his one sided talk.
“So, heard our stand got decimated…by Mrs.Toriel.” Catti says whilst tapping on her phone, the lazy cat’s half-lidded eyes momentarily leaving her brain rot box to look expectantly at her trouble making friend.
“Yeah, but after walking up to her, looking her directly in da’ eye and apologizing profusely, I think she’s over it.” Thistle admits without shame. Catti puffs at a lock of hair that had gotten in her face and opens her mouth.
“Yeah, but word is she drop kicked it. In half. We reinforced the bottom of it with metal.” Catti says in mild disbelief while walking down the street beside the green and blue outcasts.

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>>5686599
“Yes, effortlessly, also I thought she was religious? Isn’t there a commandment of ‘shan’t break a kids spine’ in the angels codes or something?” Thistle joke’s while questioning the seemingly innocent goat’s capacity for violence.
“I mean, are we talking old testament or new? Cause the old ways probably allow that.” Catti Informs the plant, momentarily looking up from her phone again.

“Wait, really?” The branch bastard exclaims. But the bird of the hour cuts off any further drivel to spew from his mud hole.
“As expected, of course the religious one is to be barbaric, but I suppose her lesser intelligence couldn’t grasp my stand’s magnificence.” Berdly said while pushing up his glasses and sniffling a bit. Disheartened by the bright blue painted stand with his face carved into its center being destroyed.
“Hey, road blocks happen! This just means we gotta shift our views for a bit. Y’know? So you guys got any ideas for our next little endeavor?” Thistle says with the enthusiasm of a car salesman.

Immediately berdly perked up and puffed his chest out.
“Being the brains, and brawn, and the beautiful one-“ Berdly begins.
“But I’m right here?” Thistle says confused at the birds mislabeling.
“Sorry, the brains and the beautiful one.” Berdly adjusts with a roll of his eyes,
“But I’m right here?” Thistle repeats.
“Okay…the brains.” Berdly corrects again
“But I’m-“. Thistle begins.
Catti punches Thistle on his arm with a small smirk. Used to the overgrown branches antics by now.
“Smart ass.” Catti says with a barely visible smile.
“But that’s Berdly’s-“ Thistle begins only to have his arm be lightly knocked by Berdly this time.
“No, your just an ass.” Berdly jokes, the three of them chuckle a bit at this.

“Alright but for real, you guys got an ideas?” Thistle says still chuckling a bit.
“Yeah but I left the blueprints at the library, my genius needs a book to get the gears of my wonderful super computer of a mind going.” Berdly explains with his classic smug smile.
“I got some stuff to do with occult superstitions of the town and that weird door in the woods. But I’d need your guys help in the details of it. Because I am too lazy to think of all this stuff on my own.” Catti simply admits with a shrug.

Well, your always a bit late, you could always make a quick stop.

>Go straight to school, be on time for once.
>Go to the library, Berdly always has something interesting cooked up.
>Go to Catti’s place real quick to see what idea’s she has on the local superstitions.
>Write-in

>>5686607
>Go to the library, Berdly always has something interesting cooked up.
>Go to Catti’s place real quick to see what idea’s she has on the local superstitions.
I can't believe we got two buddies, sweet.
In the spirit of this, I'll vote for going to both places and being extra late for school kek.

>>5686607
>Go straight to school, be on time for once.
>Suggest you three check out all that stuff after school.
Gotta lay low after that last stunt. Something about not doing something visible until the snitches calm down, like ma said.
Also our fighting style is probably all sorts of fucked up.

>the memes are real
I love this.

>>5686607
>Go straight to school, be on time for once.
We can do this later.

I just realized that this choice helps us probably affect the dark worlds.
Going to school is chapter 1, Library chapter 2, and Catti's place gets us closer to the mysteries.
No idea what a combination or write-in would do.

>>5686866
Eh...i don't know how that works generally since the dark worlds are influenced by the people that create them. Chapter I is susie's world, Chapter II is Noelle and Berdly's world. I can't say i know how a Chapter II where Noelle isn't Berdly's only friend would work.

>>5686866
I mean, if we decide to snatch a Joker card or mess with a computer we'd probably be changing a few things.
But part of me doesn't think Dark Worlds will be that affected overall.

>>5686868
We know that Kris and the Knight can create Dark Fountains, and that Dark Worlds are powered by Dark Fountains (and seem to represent their original areas).
Honestly most of this is above me, and trying to go too deep into it makes me feel like a schizo.

>>5686607
>Go to the library, Berdly always has something interesting cooked up.

I'm surprised that Berdly would even consider being late to class

>>5686607
>Go straight to school, be on time for once.
What Anon said about laying low. Besides, we can totally kiss up a little for better grades. [Spoiler]Berdly's fine with being late? We're such a bad influence![/spoiler]
>>5686868
Aren't the dark worlds just reflections of where they're spawned? I might be wrong, but I'm pretty sure that they're only based on some characters narratively, but they aren't made specifially for them in-universe.

>>5686923
>Aren't the dark worlds just reflections of where they're spawned? I might be wrong, but I'm pretty sure that they're only based on some characters narratively, but they aren't made specifially for them in-universe.
They are inspired by them, yes, but generally speaking they seem to generally work towards giving them what they want. Lancer, for example, was there because Susie wanted someone that didn't think she was bad, and Ralsei is basically not!asriel because the real asriel fucked off to college.

>>5686607
>Go to Catti’s place real quick to see what idea’s she has on the local superstitions.

>>5686607
>Quickly drop by to both places before going to school.
Berdly was a library assistant and Catty was a waitress, so it makes sense they'd join up with us to get money.
This is looking to be pretty fun.

>>5686607
>Go to the library, Berdly always has something interesting cooked up.
>Say you're still interested in the superstitions, but we'll have more freedom to talk about it after school.
We can go to Catty's house after school, we'll have more time to talk then. Alphys is a huge pushover, she probably won't do anything if we're a little late.

>>5686996
>Berdly was a library assistant and Catty was a waitress
I'm curious to know if they still are in this timeline. I feel like it's very possible that they don't have those jobs, especially since these scams are implied to be a common happening.

>a smartass, a fatass, and an ass
Oh yeah, it's scamming time.

>>5687095
Our scam to get money from the dark world with b t andc

>>5687244
Spamton moment.
I'm sad to say getting physical items from there won't work. The moment we leave the Dark World all those shinies we collect will become pennies and paperclips.

>>5687009
+1

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>>5686607
“Well, let’s check out the ol’ knowledge palace? Ya’ know since your plan still needs our input and all that jazz? We can idea storm more after school, we have time.” Thistle says with his cracked smirk on his jagged maw.
Berdly nods in excitement and Catti shrugs both seemingly satisfied with the troublemakers answer.

The trio of minor tomfoolery open the doors to the library which is unsurprisingly rather empty. “Ah, here it is.” Berdly says grabbing a folder off a nearby table.
“So what exactly, is….” Thistle begins but his voice is cut off by the slamming of wood against the wall. The back doors of the library suddenly swing open, emanating a suffocating darkness. Causing all in the library to freeze in place save for Catti. Berdly slowly turns around to see the pure black void before him, the doorway is pitch black, there are no forms visible within just a colorless void without light.
“W-what?” Berdly says looking at something that seemingly defies the logic that has defined his life to this point. An unnatural wind licked at his feathers sending an unnatural shiver up his avian spine.

Catti looked upon the void room with interest. “It opened on its own….Possibly a poltergeist of sorts?” Catti questions stepping closer towards it.
“D-don’t be ridiculous ghosts aren’t real!” The nerd says as the ominous wind that suffocates the room still runs up his spine.
While the other two looked on in awe, the lesser bushling felt something else, a sense of morbid joy, one of opportunity.

“Catti, Berdly, have either of you seen anything like tis’ before?” Thistle asks walking up close to the door, looking into the endless abyss.
Both shake their head albeit Berdly did so a lot more frantically than Catti.
He then spins on his rooted heel and turns to them with his classic cocky expression.
“We just found our newest scheme! We can make people pay to see this!” Thistle exclaims opening his arms wide. The possibility of something truly supernatural second to the idea of making a quick buck.

>>5688252
The abyss would have stared back at Thistle but it was apparently too hungry for that. He feels a great wind suddenly push him inwards, causing him to trip over. Falling back Into the room, and flat on his branched ass. The ent now sits in the colorless void.
“Huh, how does the void feel?” Catti asks looking down at her friend who was just violated by the supernatural. Stepping into the dark room with him.
“Like a pain in the ass.” Thistle mumbles rubbing his bark posterior. Reluctantly Berdly stepped into the room hugging his folder to his chest as he looks around the pure black room which they now all stood in.

“But yeah I get what you mean, this room has a great feel to it for a horror type vibe.” Catti admits noticing how her phones flashlight doesn’t light up the room at all.

“Right!? We can get a fog machine, You can make up some lore about some ghost, and boom!” Thistle says as the avian and cat look around deep into the room with him.
The pitch black room begins to shake violently and whatever scheme that was swelling up within the walls of the little ent’s mind immediately deflated with a pathetic fart. The doors slammed behind them, for a moment Thistle swears he can see some sort of hand force the door closed. A sickly feeling hit the pit of the trio of troubles guts. Berdly holds tightly onto his folder as if thinking his plans would save him from the impossible events happening around him. Thistle feels himself rooted in place. For the first time since he was little he feels fear grip him.
Catti, seems to be slowly losing her cool for once, she looks at Thistles now smirkless wooden face, that on its own added to the unreal feeling of all this.
“Guys I’m sure this is nothing to-“ Thistle attempts to say before he feels gravity begin it’s role as the floor finally gives. And the three are thrown to the darkness below.

The first dark world begins. Updates will be daily again, I simply had to add finishing touches to some encounters which is why this took a while.

Huh, well that was interesting.
Makes me wonder if Kris and Susie are going to have their own adventure like they did in canon.

>>5688258
Deltarune stuff is kind of a guilty pleasure of mine, so I thank you QM for letting me indulge in this. I really enjoy your writing

>>5688271
>guilty pleasure of mine
why guilty ? you didn't like undertale or you don't like the community of the game(s)?

>>5688272
Community makes me feel embarrassed mainly, I know it's a vocal minority thing but still it's kind of awkward. I really like the series though and sometimes I kind of enjoy making up a character in my head to insert into the world

>>5688262
There are a lot of possibilities, the beginning exposition and our existence as a character could throw a lot of wrenches into the main plot.
inb4 they do and we accidentally become rivals somehow

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>>5688256
Thistle rubs his head, feeling as if he saw the face of the angel for a moment. The sounds of machinery and the errant whistling of steam did little ease his head trauma. Slowly the the scam artist stood up noticing that he’s in some sort of cramped crevice.

With a grunt he climbed out of his hole, where he likely belonged only for the dark pits he calls eyes to be blinded by an improbable sight. A bronze city, stands before him with towering spires of copper accented by lines of blue and white.
Blue lines of light traced up the sides of the castles like power lines lighting up the area. Holy crap, whoever lives here must be loaded! Just as the plant gets his bearings he hears a girlish sounding scream from above and he has the feeling it isn’t the angel.

Blue and Boisterous lands on top of him as Thistle attempt’s to admire the view. Causing Thistle to squash back down, cracking a few branches. The bark beings face meets the dirt once more. Perhaps this is where he truly belongs? Is this want the universe is trying tell him?

“Ooh…What happened?” Berdly rubs his head. But before the bird or the bark can say anything the feel the looming sound of the cat falling. Both of them feel a shadow loom over them as the realization hits the brothers in con-art.
“It was a good life.” Berdly says with dramatic tears in his eyes. As the meteoric mass nears them.
“Yeah.” Thistle says in acceptance. As the heavy set cat landed atop of them.
Both parties felt their assorted organs cry out in pain. As the third member of the group lands on them.

“Hey, Catti…” Thistle says at the bottom of the body pile. His voice forced as he’s fighting back the cries of agony. Berdly does not take the stubborn approach he takes the Berdly approach, so naturally he wails at his spine being forcibly bent.
“Ow, oh. Sorry.” Catti says as she pushed herself off of her crushed childhood friends.
The bruised Berdly and Thistle get up, groaning in pain. And cracking their backs in unison.
“Where the hell are we?” The broken nerd asks looking around at the bronze techno scape.
“I mean, this could be hell.” Catti answers honestly
“Don’t even joke about….why are you wearing a costume?” Berdly’s nervous anger quickly turned to genuine confusion. Catti blinks and looks down at herself, noticing her casual attire had changed.

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>>5688683
Catti wears a purple robe with the insignia of a glowing orange cat eye on her chest. A purple cape with a similar eye insignia flows off her back. A pink belt is around a pair of people pants, her flops are replaced by a pair pink boots.
The blue bird then notices his attire had changed as well.
Berdly looks over himself his confusion and worry floating away as his new apparel seemingly puts the bird onto cloud nine.

He now don’s a white armor platted chest piece with long shoulder guards, followed by an orange looking scanner over his right eye. Black sleeves reach up to a pair of wrapped up wrist guards. A small orange cape hangs off his back, which flows in whatever unnatural wind placates this place. A green waist cloth hangs on the birds waist. Lastly he dawns a pair of puffy black pants.
“I-I’m me.” Berdly sniffles at how ‘cool’ he looks. Thistle looks on surprised and confused, and honestly a bit envious at his friends getting new threads.
That’s when Thistle looks down at himself. Noticing his change in appearance as well.

*Your choice of two friends makes for more apparel options feel free to add your own. But you shall only be able to choose dark or wind magic for the outfit so try to fit the theme.*

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>A Gothic styled outfit. Black cloth is jabbed onto your shoulder branches and head horns causing a patterned veil to cover the upper half of your body in the dark cloth. The lower part of a robe cover your legs but your chest is bear for all to see as are you arms. (Dark Magic.)

>A Techno styled outfit. A visor covers up your wooden eyes, clouding your world in a detailed data scape of blue. Blue veins race across your body and pulse with a blue light. The brown bark of your body is now black and your leaves and vines now a glowing cyan. It’s as if your whole body has changed. (Wind Magic.)

>A Apocalyptic styled outfit. A spiked leather jacket adorned you, it’s leather tattered and worn, a pair similar leather pants cling to your legs. A half broken motorcycle helmet resides on your head, where half of your face is visible and one of your wooden horns is sticking out. (Dark Magic)

>A Noir styled outfit. A large grey duster adorns your lanky form. As do a pair of black slacks and a pair of shiny black whole cut shoes, which have some roots poking out of them. (Dark Magic)

>A Mage styled outfit with a green crooked wizards cap with a crown of throne adorning the base of the hat. A robe covered in various vines laces your body, and a large collar covers up most of your face. Only your eyes are visible under the hat and collar. (Wind Magic)

>A Gambler styled outfit. Your hat is a green tinted roulette wheel with brown accents of polished wood. A coat-tailed suit of green and brown adorn your body. (Wind Magic)

>Write-in.

>>5688699
>A Apocalyptic styled outfit. A spiked leather jacket adorned you, it’s leather tattered and worn, a pair similar leather pants cling to your legs. A half broken motorcycle helmet resides on your head, where half of your face is visible and one of your wooden horns is sticking out.
Someone's gotta look like an absolute badass, and I want it to be us

>>5688699
>A Gambler styled outfit. Your hat is a green tinted roulette wheel with brown accents of polished wood. A coat-tailed suit of green and brown adorn your body. (Wind Magic)
This one sounds like it best represents us and our character. The Noir outfit is also a tempting choice for me personally though.

>>5688699
>A Gambler styled outfit. Your hat is a green tinted roulette wheel with brown accents of polished wood. A coat-tailed suit of green and brown adorn your body. (Wind Magic)
Gambler just seems like the most fitting one for us.

>>5688699
>A Gambler styled outfit. Your hat is a green tinted roulette wheel with brown accents of polished wood. A coat-tailed suit of green and brown adorn your body. (Wind Magic)
Gotta agree with those other anons, it does fit! Let's give whatever tries to stop us an eighteen karat run of bad luck!

>>5688699
>>A Gambler styled outfit. Your hat is a green tinted roulette wheel with brown accents of polished wood. A coat-tailed suit of green and brown adorn your body. (Wind Magic)

what're the odds of us needing dark magic anyway?

>>5688699
>A Noir styled outfit. A large grey duster adorns your lanky form. As do a pair of black slacks and a pair of shiny black whole cut shoes, which have some roots poking out of them. (Dark Magic)

I feel like a duster is the closest we have to a modern snake oil salesman

but if the FUN GANG is also going to be here the mage outfit would be funny

>>5688699
>A Gambler styled outfit. Your hat is a green tinted roulette wheel with brown accents of polished wood. A coat-tailed suit of green and brown adorn your body. (Wind Magic)
I like this one best

>>5688699
>A Noir styled outfit. A large grey duster adorns your lanky form. As do a pair of black slacks and a pair of shiny black whole cut shoes, which have some roots poking out of them. (Dark Magic)

>>5688699
>A Apocalyptic styled outfit. A spiked leather jacket adorned you, it’s leather tattered and worn, a pair similar leather pants cling to your legs. A half broken motorcycle helmet resides on your head, where half of your face is visible and one of your wooden horns is sticking out. (Dark Magic)

>>5688699
>Write-in
>A Salesman styled gambler outfit. You don a dark-green hued duster. As well as tweed pants and a roulette wheel with brown wooden accents as a hat, both tinted in a likewise subdued green. A pair of dark whole cut shoes adorn your feet. A gray-gold tie and vest, with a white buttoned shirt underneath, completes the outfit. (Dark Magic)
Snake-oil salesman with gambling characteristics.

>>5689049
should the wheel be a top hat also? Hmmm gold "teeth" dentures for a shining smile behind our wooden "teeth//lips" that act as our mouth

>>5688699
>>5688708
I'll change my vote to >>5689049
Mostly because I like how aesthetic sounds.

>>5689086
>Hmmm gold "teeth" dentures for a shining smile behind our wooden "teeth//lips" that act as our mouth
You saying that made me a bit curious, and looking back Thistle's face is basically a mask with two eyeholes and a mouth that appears only when we want it to. Our teeth are also a bit jagged and blocky.

>>5689096
*to support >>5689049

>>5688699
>>5689049
Supporting

Changing >>5688818 to
>>5689049
>A Salesman styled gambler outfit. You don a dark-green hued duster. As well as tweed pants and a roulette wheel with brown wooden accents as a hat, both tinted in a likewise subdued green. A pair of dark whole cut shoes adorn your feet. A gray-gold tie and vest, with a white buttoned shirt underneath, completes the outfit. (Dark Magic)

>>5689049
+1

>>5688699
>>5689049
+1

>>5688705
Changing this vote to support >>5689049

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>>5688699
Thistle looks over himself, now donning a dark-green hued duster. As well as tweed pants and a roulette wheel with brown wooden accents as a hat, both tinted in a likewise subdued green. A pair of dark whole cut shoes adorn your feet. A gray-gold tie and vest, with a white buttoned shirt underneath to complete the outfit.

“Woah, both of ya’ stand back, and be amazed at the monolith of style before you!” Thistle says standing proud in his new attire, rubbing his bark knuckles against his chest with a cracked grin. He’s wearing a suit while his partners in crime wear measly armor. They must be so-
“You look like a salesman with the poorest fashion taste possible.” Catti says with the subtlety of a punch to the gut. As she looks upon her dear friends dark green fit.
“How is a suit and pants combo poor taste? This is one of da’ classics!”
“Thistle, nobody wears a dark green suit. If it was purple or black it’d look nice but as of right now it’s…clownish.” She gestures to his roulette styled hat.
“Hey, clowns worked for royalty!” Thistle chides back with a smile.
“It certainly suits you then.” Catti jokes with a smirk.
Berdly interjects and pats Thistle’s back with a wing.
“I think his outfit is rather nice. Not nearly as good as mine. But the suit and hat combo is always rather euphoric, if only Thistle had a Fedora then it would be much better.” The bird backs up the birch with pride.
“See? At least Berdly has a sense of a fashion.” Thistle says smugly as Berdly fiddled with his orange eye lens while making silent laser sounds with his mouth, he doesn’t think they are audible but they are.
“Mmhmm.” The witch says with a smirk. She reaches in her pocket for her phone and feels her heart stop as she feels not her comfort box, but something else suddenly appear in her tubby paws. A purple scepter with a deep blue jewel atop of it, deep amethyst metal twined around the stone.

>>5689503
Her eyes seemingly sparkle as she looks upon the authentic looking magic conjurer, this unusually complex emotion of fascination and joy flowed throughout the cat and directly into the magical vassal. Causing it to start glowing, instinctively Catti’s arms twitch in surprise and throws the scepter into Thistles arms.
Who slowly looks down at the hot looking object. A feeling of fear suddenly gripping the wood being’s heart.
“Fire! No! Berdly!” The implication of anything scorching hot causes the sapling to freak out and throw the scepter to his friend.

“Ah! Hey don’t throw something that boiling at me!” Berdly throws the scepter back to the suited Thistle, being burned a bit at its touch.
“Dude, No! I’m flammable!” Thistle yells as he throws it back to Berdly in panic.
“So is everyone!” Berdly yells back throwing the scepter back to Thistle out of spite.
“GUYS!” Catti’s raised her voice at the blue and brash throwing her scepter back and forth. This mixed with the stress of her losing her phone has made her a bit agitated to say the least. And her weapon absorbed all of that.

The purple witch stick continues to glow and pulse as Berdly throws the sin stick back to Thistle in their hot potato of confusion.
The two occasional idiots stare as it made a hissing sound. The two of them let it fall to the bronze floor and Instinctively the three friends ran from the rapidly heating up object. Having seen enough movies to know what it means.

*BOOM!*

A loud purple explosion rattles the entire bronze castle as the three are knocked off their feet. The three of them look at the now smoking magic stick as scorch marks surround it’s place of rest.
“Holy shit.” Thistle says breaking the groups stunned silence. That put all three of them on edge. Berdly gets up, using his halberd to…wait what? Berdly blinks and noticed a lime green halberd in his hand. The birds beak drops as he stares at it.
Thistle looks down and notices something in his hand as well. It must have manifested instinctively from him being in danger.

What weapon do you wield?
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>A Scythe
>A Tommy Gun
>A Warhammer
>A Scepter
>Write-in

>>5689505
>A Tommy Gun
Goes with the 'fancy suit' outfit, I feel.

>But the suit and hat combo is always rather euphoric, if only Thistle had a Fedora then it would be much better.
lmao

>>5689505
>A Scythe
You see, it's a tactical thing. They see our outfit, they're like, "Oh, he's probably got a gun, I should get in close to take away his rang-" then BOOM, scythe in the ass.

>>5689505
>A Tommy Gun
The accent, the outfit, the gun just feels necessary to complete the look

>>5689505
>A Tommy Gun
Rattle em boys!

>>5689505
While I prefer being a melee fighter.
>A Tommy Gun
Having a little friend to bring some brass with our green would be nice. Might play well with wind magic too.

>>5689505
A limousine that shoots other limousines filled with suited up spiders
https://youtu.be/ef74q0jly9E

>>5689505
>A Tommy Gun

>>5689505

>A vintage beige satellite phone

no need to dirty our hands with direct fights we git connections

>>5689505
>A Tommy Gun
RATTLE 'EM

>>5689684
I can support this as a multi vote on what I like

>>5689505
The woodling looks down at his cuffed hand, where an actual gun now lies in his twine fingers. A genuine looking Tommy Gun gilded in a fine brass. The grip and stock are similar brown as the accents of his outfit.
Thistle stands up quickly and gazes at it. Berdly does the same with his Halberd.
“Truly a weapon befitting my IQ.” Berdly brags while attempting to twirl the elongated axe only for him to drop it to the floor with a clunk, wordlessly the bird picks it back up like nothing happened and with a bit of a blush on his face.
“I’ve got a Gun!” Thistle says with a jagged grin holding up his Tommy gun for the others to see.
“…..Your the last person who should be carrying any sort of firearm.” Catti chides as her best friend shows it off as if it is a toy. Admittedly Berdly did the same but Thistle and anything not childproof doesn’t mix well.
“What? I’m responsible.” Thistle said fighting against this slanderous accusation of his character.

The two of them say nothing and just stare at their friend with unamused eyes.
“….When I need to be.” They both continue their doubtful stare at him.
“I really want to shoot this into the air, you have no idea.” Thistle admits holding the firearm to his chest.
“There it is.” Catti says with smallest of smirks.
“An expected course of action for one with such a barbaric weapon.” Berdly adds with his usual smugness.
“Eh, your just jealous.” Thistle says twirling his gangster matchstick.

The sound of clanking steps brought the three out of their little banter, as something climbed up a set of steps to ascend to the roof they were on.
“Now what could have caused that explosion? The top of the castle shouldn’t have anything happen to it for at least a couple months from no-“ An odd voice says, it’s form reveals itself when it finally makes it up the steps. It’s seemingly surprised by the company. Stopping whatever monologue it was having with itself.

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>>5690399
It’s body is casked in a bronze metal. It’s jaw is on a hinge joint, on a circular head. It has a single light blue eye with its other socket being covered by a grafted on piece of metal. It’s body is a patchwork of copper sheets woven together, a cyan colored heart is visible from a glass circular window in its chest. Claw like arms on hinges are attached to its body, it’s feet are simple slabs of bronze.

“…Catti? Berdly? Why are you two here. And why is there a pimp here?” The bronze being asks, it’s heart shaped chest pulsating as it talked. It’s voice sounded as if it was coming out of a vinyl record player with all the grain that entailed.

The trio back up all a bit creep out now at the sudden knowledge this weird looking monster had.
“Do we……know you?” Catti asked with caution.
“I see, I’ve gained my first stalker, this was inevitable I suppose.” Berdly says while closing his eyes seemingly envisioning this scenario before.
“I’m wearing a suit. I’m not a pimp. I don’t make that kind of money.” Thistle says with a pout at his drip yet again being disrespected.

“This is odd, like…You two shouldn’t be here yet. But who is-“ The bot starts but stops as it suddenly holds its chest in pain. Thistle feels a relentless flare of pain begin to scorch his chest as well, as he holds it in a similar manner to the bronze one.
An utterly alien voice speaks to Thistle, one that sends a shiver down his trunk.

YOU FOUND ONE, ONE WHO KILLS TIMELINES, TAKE CARE OF THEM, IT DOESN’T MATTER HOW.

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>>5690400
Thistle hold’s his chest, feeling his heart momentarily beat off rhythm for a moment.
The bronze one does the same, their cyan heart shaped chest glitching a bit, as they seemingly recover from a similar incident of pain.
“W-what….what did you do to me? What are you?” It looked at the suited individual with its one good eye now a pinprick as shutters circle around the eye. Thistle is still on his knees, recovering front her brute of pain.

“Thistle you okay? Did you get heart burn or something?” Catti says concerned that her fiend suddenly kneeled over in pain.
“Maybe eating all those sweets has come back for you?” Berdly adds in knowing the trees eating habits. Both friends help Thistle stand back up.

The bot seemed mildly upset as this course of action for some reason.
“Y-you two are going off script, I’ll just have to reset this.” It says with a mechanical sigh.

As they say this they just kinda stand there for a solid 30 seconds unmoving.
“Is he dead?” Catti asks before the machine comes back to life, suddenly frantic.

“What did you do!? Why can’t I go back!? T-this is your fault!” It yells suddenly pointing at the woodling.
“I just got here, what did I do?” Thistle asks in confusion.

A large gear nearly clocks itself against his noggin. Both Catti and Berdly spring into action, brandishing their weapons.
“What’s your deal?” Catti asks her tone venomous and cold.
“Ah, so your not a stalker, just some low IQ thug.” Berdly says with a grimace.

“Stop it! Your not supposed to be here! He’s not meant to exist! What’s happening to my world!?” It yells, seemingly in the middle of a mental breakdown.

The machine seems to be confused and scared, but it either way it seems a fight is inevitable.
Berdly and Catti are brandishing their weapons, you follow their lead. Time for a battle.

“What action will you choose?”
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>Fight.
>Act
>Item
>Mercy
>Defend

Here are Thistle’s stats.

Name:Thistle

Stats: HP 150/150

STR - 5
DEX - 5
VIT - 15 (Body Bonus Vit +10)
DEF - 5
CHR - 20 (Muffet Guardian bonus. CHR + 15)
INT - 5

The more VIT you have the more HP you have. So right now the tree is indeed hard to fell. You can die so think carefully about what you do in battle.

>>5690407
>Act
Let's see if we can get some information from this guy.

>>5690407
>Act
Charisma is our highest stat. It probably helps to interact and influence others, so we may as well try something and test it out.

>>5690407
>Act
Didn't think we'd get thrown into the metaphysical deep end so soon, but damn am I curious.
Let's at least try to talk before we gun him down

>>5690407
>Act

"How about you take a minute and settle down, tell us whats wrong?"
"Cant accuse me of anythin' criminal outside the court of law.

>>5690407
>Act
Man I hope we get to meet Spamton or those three boomboxes or the Queen or any of the other characters really.

>>5690888
I'm particularly looking forward to meeting Spamton. It'll potentially give us some nice introspection and funny moments.

>>5690407
>Act

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>>5690407
The machine hyperventilates steam escaping its mouth as the sky colored heart in its chest beat faster and faster. This scenario oddly enough is a bit familiar to him, as customers with a similar look of disbelief and anger tend to enter his mothers bakery. Of course however it’s usually threatening to sue rather than projectiles but either way she is always able to calm the customer down and talk them out of it.

She says that she can know somebody just by looking at their body language, which she oh so delicately said that “It’s a bullshit science but parts of it have merit, Ahuhu~” Mainly on how to exploit it, but you don’t need to focus entirely on that part right now.
And right now, this monster doesn’t seem like it’s attacking out of anger, but frenzied fear. Hitting him now would probably only make things worse.

“Guy’s I have an idea.” A piston nearly clocks the talking tree over the head, embedding itself into the ground behind him, cracking the bronze roof more. Good thing he has experience with dodging thrown objects.

“Thistle! You ok-hey!” Berdly yells out batting back the hostile clockwork with his lime halberd.
“Okay, enough.” Catti whips out her scepter obviously more than a little bit-ABSOLUTELY LIVID.
“Ey, Ey, Ey! No need for that. I’ve got an idea to salvage this!” Thistle asks with a definite authoritative voice which totally didn’t crack at all.
“It attacked us and you want to try and talk to them?” Catti ask’s with a frown.

“Look, my mom does this body language reading thing all the time. Y’know? This thing is lashing out out of fear, it seems to be having a panic attack, us attacking will only bite us where the sun don’t shine.” Thistle explains putting a hand on the cat’s kill stick.

“It’s our best shot, I mean your little spell stick nearly blew us all up to kingdom come. I don’t think’ we should rock dat’ boat, if this doesn’t work we will try your way. Sound fair?”
Thistle ducks under another gear aimed at his head. The teeth of the gear moving like a buzzsaw. Nearly taking a chunk out of his hat. Catti sighs, relenting under her wooden friends silver tongue.

“Fine, got any ideas on what we should do exactly?” The Nekomamcer asks willing to give this thing a shot now, despite what her common sense is screaming at her.

“Just follow my lead!” Thistle says with a smile. He knows just what to do in this scenario.

How do you ACT in this scenario?

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>Insult (Roll 1d100)
>Convince (Roll 1d100
>Trick (Roll 1d100)
>Apologize (Roll 1d100)
>Write-in (Roll 1d100)
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*You’ve chosen to ACT following this action you will need to roll a 1d100. 100 is good 1 is bad. If the average number is higher than an enemy’s charm resistance it will do a percentage of pacification to them. Once it reaches 75% or higher they may be pacified, bosses and such will need more of course.*

>>5691688
>Convince (Roll 1d100)
Sounds like the thing we know most about I think. Either that or tricking people, though we don't really have anything to trick the guy about.

Is this a Bo3 or is there another rolling system? Should we roll now?

>>5691688
>Apologize (Roll 1d100)
Listen, buddy! We're sorry, honest. Didn't know we was messing with your time whatever, you gotta understand we just sorta fell in here, y'know? No clue what's goin' on!

Rolled 59 (1d100)

>>5691688
>Convince (Roll 1d100
REEE PUT THE DEADLY GEARS DOWN! Also based Catti, no hesitation at all
>>5691699
I think we roll after we vote for an action, but just in case I'll roll

>>5691688
>Apologize (Roll 1d100)
Like we apologized to that crazy religious goat lady for our innocent business stand.

>>5691688
>Convince (Roll 1d100)

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>>5691688
Thistle, looks at the assailant, it’s erratic actions, the fear somehow visible, through robotic lenses. That odd cyan heart in this chest. It was trying to hurt and maim yet its actions felt so…alive. And was still throwing clockwork at them.

Berdly swatted back the nefarious magic projectiles with the exaggerated swagger of a nerd who thinks they are cool. He looks to his two friends who are currently dodging the rainfall of parts.
“Come on! I know this may seem bleak but it’s three against one! With someone as brilliant as me by your side surely we shall-“

“Berdly, Thistle’s going to try and talk to it. So just…hold off on…being you for a moment.” The fat cat says raising up a paw to stop whatever act of violence the bird was cooking up.

“But they attacked us.” Berdly said with a bit of bewilderment. Catti looks to thistle with half-lidded eyes. Thistle nervously gives her a pair of twine finger guns in response, she sighed.

“Let’s just see where it goes? Okay?” Catti says as killer clockwork whizzed past her.
The halberd wielding bird nerd looked towards Thistle then Catti.
“Did he hit his head or something.” He asks genuinely concerned for his friends mental state as of late.

“I mean you two did land on me so that’s a possibility.” Thistle admits, without a hint of shame.
Berdly chuckles, as does Catti despite their situation.

“Stop laughing at me!” It yells with anger sounding in the verge of oily tears. Oh right.
Thistle adjusts his hat and clears his throat of dust and hopefully any spiders, mom’s workers sometimes get lost.

Thistle attempts to convince the automata on the brink of tears hopefully he’s still got it.
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>Roll a 1d100 need a 40 or higher average to succeed.

Rolled 80 (1d100)

>>5692285
Spin the wheel!

>>5692297
Oh that's good. We don't even need to roll anymore. We'll just be bringing down our average.

Rolled 82 (1d100)

>>5692285
>>5692300
That's coward talk, go big or go home. I put my faith in this roll to be a better one than that!

>>5692354
Man, just 1 from being a perfect moment.

Rolled 67 (1d100)

>>5692285
In the spirit of QST, here's a third

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>averaged between all rolls
Ah shit, time to lose basically every other encounter we roll for.

>>5692368
It wouldn't be an issue as long as there was a limit.

>>5692368
Oh fuck its averaged? Yea time to get ready to be bent over the barrel more often than not.
>>5692371
It's always an issue. Setting aside how ass the dice tend to be on qst, it causes more player friction and less player interaction.

Rolled 13 (1d100)

>>5692285

>>5692429
AAAnd this is the issue with limitless averages.

We should still pass with 60.5, if I'm using the averaging right.
As long as no one else rolls (small chance of that kek) we should be fine.

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>>5692285
*Sorry this took so long had to rewrite almost all of my quest plans due to the feedback. I’ll be back to daily updates now. So sorry for making y’all wait like that. You about a 60 average you pass, I’ve changed up the rule for rolls for the future due to the scorn for the current system, last thing I want is to hurt everyone’s fun. Thanks for speaking up! This one took a while due to me rewriting almost all of the encounters and the ACT System so sorry for taking so long in doing that. Typical writer stuff.*
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Thistle felt the wind whizz by him as he tilted his head to avoid more teethed clock parts. His face losing its grin to turning to one of true neutrality. He breathes in and takes a step toward the raging monster, side stepping the the offending magic. To stand before the bot.
“We have no idea who you are, we are of no threat to you. Sorry about your resets, I truly am, I’m a bit of a reset enthusiast myself and let me tell you losing them. Oh, it’s like losing a puppy, it’s terrible. But hey, we move on and become better people, what do ya’ say?” Thistle says, going for the simple route, this guy has power and may have an ego, best to stroke it like….your mom would laugh at you if she knew you just thought about that.

This seems to work as the attacks stopped, as in the frenzied attacks literally stopped mid air.
“…Reset Enthusiast?” It mouths out in confusion it’s jaw unhinging.

“Yeah, Y’know someone who’s into that whole reset hobby. Oh, resetting love doing it. Love….how it works.” Thistle says, trying to find a sort of middle ground.

All the mid flight gears slam into the ground near the group. The automata walking up towards the con tree.
It’s eye’s suddenly sympathetic in nature. Yes! His middle ground strategy worked!
Well, looks like his silver tongue has once again done the trick!

“….Your mentally behind. I see. Your outfit does support this.” The bot laments putting a claw on the plants shoulder sympathetically.
God Dammit.

>>5695372
“….I’m not…look the point is we are not a threat we just wanna go home. We ain’t gonna disrupt whatever weird gold fetish thing you have goin’ on here.” Thistle says his hollow eyes twitching. He looks toward his friends for support. Catti has a face of neutrality, compared to the blue bird’s face that is now gradually turning red.
Berdly is choking back tears of laughter and failing miserably, sputtering and chuckling madly at his friend’s intelligence being put into the ground. Watering his overinflated ego even more. Your groups dearest avian nerd sputtered as Catti punched him on his wing.
“What did I do?” Berdly asks rubbing use abused wing. Well, thanks for the reassurance….

“It’s okay it’s nothing to be ashamed of, I had experience working with those with such disabilities before finding my true calling. It may be hard but you can pull through it like a normal person would.” It beamed, it’s jaw clasped. It’s rage gone, but Thistle feels his rage begin to rise.

“No, really I’m no-“

“But I’m afraid despite this I must bid you Adieu, you really shouldn’t be here. You’ve never been here, therefore you shouldn’t exist. No offense to you. Don’t worry I’m not gonna kill you” It said forcing its claws shut as it backed away from the suited gambler.
The floor embedded gears suddenly creak back to life, cutting and cracking the floor, causing the entire rooftop of vibrant bronze. The bit jumped back as the roof began to crumble.

“Thistle your slowness has doomed us! I know this would happen one day!” Berdly screamed, as he lost his footing.

“Oh, crap.” Catti spoke her eyes wide for once, fear gripping her for the second time that day.

“Ey, Ey, Ey! What happened to the no killing us thing huh? We ain’t no threat! We just wanna get back home and scam people!” Thistle says shaking his hands and head at the machine in a desperate plea.

“I’m not, this just a push in the right direction. But be warned if you disrupt my script, I will be forced to do what is necessary for my world. In the mean time I will simply wait and see as I always have.” The bot sighs and clasps its claws behind it’s cylindrical torso.

“This isn’t a death sentence, I’m not some king or baron, just someone who saw the strings and wanted to separate the puppet from the master. So fall, and experience the flawed world, in its glory.” It spoke and as it did the portion of the bronze roof where Thistle, Catti and Berdly shook with uneven tremors, fear clasping them all.


“I am Dorado, welcome to my Kingdom of Gold.” The cyan hearted bot says with a wave of its claw as the floor beneath the three of them crumbles. Sending them to whatever waits below.

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>>5695377
Softness, softness was what awaited below.
Thistle groans and rubs his head thankful something soft broke his fall. A cloaked figure lays flat beneath him. He looks around and sees he is near the entrance to a bronze castle. A black door with blue veins running through it stood tall behind him, as did the front of the testament to brickwork. Thistle brushed the yellow dust off of him. Looking apologetically to the one who broke his fall.
“Oh, sorry.” The branch monger says as he gets up only to hear the screaming of a certain avian.
“Man…” Thistle says as berdly once more fell atop of him.
“Hello, Thistle.” Thistle’s friend calls out in pained voice as he uses his friends back to lift himself up. That’s when they feel a shadow envelope them once more. No…not again.
“Scatter!” Berdly yells as he frantically rolls off of his friend and the poor cloaked bastard they landed on. Thistle quickly follows the nerd’s lead as The cloaked figure tried to get up, rookie mistake.
“Wh-“ Is all the cloaked being can mutter before it’s spine is made acute as Catti lands atop of him cracking the ground a bit. “Oh, we’re not dead.” Catti sighs as she gets up noticing the pained figure who felt the combined force of the trio de mediocre.
“Small victories are the spice of life.” The green clad tree says with a cracked grin, and a bruised ego.
“I mean if you wanna call that a victory sure.” With a grimace the cat stands to her feet along side her two best friends.
A hoarse laughing echoed throughout the entrance.
The gang turned around to see a human clad in plate armor is that..Kris? His skin looking a teal blue compared to his usual crusty yellow. His face unreadable, having the emotional range of a statue.
Beside him was Susie, the bully of the school and rumored chalk eater. She is currently holding her head back as she laughed uncontrollably.

“Heh, Nice.” Susie said with a pearly white grin, a contrast to her usual yellow smile. Wiping a tear from her eyes that were hidden under her bangs.

Looks like you’re not alone in this strange new world. May as well see if they Anne an idea of what’s going on. Or not.
——————
>Talk to the Cloaked being that now has its spine fractured.
>Talk to Kris.
>Talk to Susie.
>Take your own path.
>Write-in

>>5695382
>Check up on Berdly and Catti, can't let our little gang have anything funky going on that'll bite us later on.
>Talk to Kris.
Considering our last scam, this should be interesting.
Also holy shit it's the fun gang. Did they already have their adventure? Did Alphys send them here?

Good to know this isn't dead, I was starting to get worried.

>>5695382
>Talk to the Cloaked being that now has its spine
Whatever we do, we gotta start trying to get our next scam started. Berdly still got his blueprints, I'm hoping (I half wonder if they've turned into something else).

>>5695415
+1 to checking up on them too.

>>5695382
>Talk to the Cloaked being that now has its spine fractured.
If he's injured, give him a fake name and address. We can't pay those sorta medical bills!

No problem with waiting OP, is fun quest

>>5695415
+1

>>5695382
>Talk to the Cloaked being that now has its spine fractured.

>>5695382
>Talk to the Cloaked being that now has its spine fractured.

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>>5695382
While the addition of the two oddballs was certainly something to take note of, the groaning of a pained individual took up his attention span.
Really newton is to blame for all of this. The being’s pained groans poked another prick into his callused heart. Damn it, why must he feel empathy for his actions? Both his hands nervously clasped together, the twine twig walked over to the groaning figure,
“So…how’s it hanging?” Thistle says to the crushed cloak.
“F-fine.” A muffled voice says as it shakily gets back up, it’s breath hitches upon seeing the now crowded entrance to his castle…well, what was his castle.
“W-who are you three?” It mumbled into this cloak, it sounded female what with how high pitched it is.
“Dear lady, we cannot understand you.” Berdly speaks up pushing himself between thistle.
“U-um actually I’m a guy.” The high pitched voice says through cloth.
“Shit, did I land on a child again?” Our dearest goth mumbles under her breath.
“Uh, a-again?” The cloaked figure asked.
“Not important.” The cat suddenly corrects shaking her head.
“Well the important thing is that your okay!” Green grass of home said with his jagged nutcracker-like mouth.

“Y-yeah, Um, so who are-“

“Would you take off that hood? I can’t understand half of what you’re saying.” Thistle interrupts the mystery man.

“O-oh, U-um okay….”

It removes its coat revealing, deer god it reveals! A…black furred goat, wearing a wizards cap and a green cloak that went to his knees. A black heart is stitched onto the center of said cloak that has the faintest hint of blue tracing it. He….has a pink scarf around his neck. And round glasses with a bronze rim around his snout.

“Sorry but..are you sure your not a lady.” Berdly asks causing multiple snort’s of laughter. Especially from a certain pink Dino.

“Uh, yes, Allow me to introduce myself proper-“ Once more the goat is interrupted.

“Man, you got messed up by the dress change, I’m sorry.” Thistle looks at the goat’s disastrous fit. The branch manager is holding his hat to his head as if he was blown back by the sheer disrespect this goat must have experienced upon realizing what he had changed into upon landing here.

>>5697171
“What’s wrong with my outfit? It’s my princely garb.” He genuinely asks not at all offended or angry at his assailants interruptions.

“You look like a preschool show mascot.” Fat cat said with her usual blunt honesty.
“Thanks!” The goat says with a thankful smile.
“He’s a lost cause. Leave him.” Catti turns to leave.
“Heh, yeah he looks like a bottle of toothpaste.” Susie agrees with a smirk.
“Never mind he is perfect let’s listen to him.” Catti says turning around on her heel at a 90 degree angle. Susie looks on in confusion.

“Yeah, uh. Well my name is Ralsei, and I am the prince of this kingdom or….I was. I’m glad to meet all of you! I’m certain we will all be great friends!” Ralsei says with his voice filled with hope.
“I’m a bit surprised so many people are here….I’m kinda confused by all that’s been happening here lately I have to admit.” A sad smile crosses his face.

“But it’s okay more people just means we have a better chance of sealing the fountain!” Once more his face returns to a beaming happiness. Thistle can see when someone is trying to fake something. But it’s best not to pick someone’s brain when you just met.

“Yeah, I’m not doing that.” Susie says with her usual smug smile.

“Kris, Dorks, if you wanna spend your time playing pretend, feel free. But me? I’m finding a way out of this place.” Susie says as she slowly walks away.
“Your the dork you piece of…..” Catti mumbles threats at the bully under her breath.
She is clenching her scepter the vassal of power glowing again.

Kris watches Susie leave with the emotional range of a rock. Thistle can usually read that guy. But right now it seems like he’s not showing any of his usual fidget or tells, he’s still as a statue. It’s a tad worrying if he’s being honest with himself

“Well, uh why not tell me your names. We should know each other if we are going to save the world.” His smile wafers slightly it’s small but Thistle catches it.

“I’m Thistle, you can trust me.” Thistle says with a wink that suggested otherwise.

“I’m Berdly, you are blessed to have such a high intellect and top tier gamer in your presence.” The avian proclaims holding his chin and closing his eyes as if posing for a model magazine.

“Catti.” With her blunt answer she looks over the cloaked goat. Her eyes seemingly sizing him up. She doesn’t seem to trust this total stranger yet, naturally.

“W-well, Thistle, what do you want to do? Don’t you want to be a hero?” Ralsei asks with a pleading voice. Thistle, Berdly, and Catti all look at each other before giving their answer.

——————
>”We ain’t hero’s either to be frank. We just part suckers with their dough, does that sound like a hero?”
>”We could try it, I mean we are pretty buff, smart, handsome, I could go on.”
>”We just wanna leave this fever dream. We ain’t gonna be nothin’.”
>Write-in

>>5697174
>You, not entirely unexpectedly, give a nonchalant shrug "If that's where the cards land, I ain't complainin'. Usually cashing some dough from suckers is in the books, but this fever dream looks like it's out ta get us, so I'm for getting out before we bite it."
Basically an 'idk lmao'

>>5697174
>Lean over to our friends and not so subtly ask if heroes get paid

>>5697174
>use the roulette wheel hat to decide our fate red - we are good, black - go look for an exit and green - we are heroes and won't even ask for a reward

>>5697298
+1

>>5697174
>”We ain’t hero’s either to be frank. We just part suckers with their dough, does that sound like a hero?”

>>5697174
>”We ain’t hero’s either to be frank. We just part suckers with their dough, does that sound like a hero?”
>"Uh, unless this hero business gives us some dosh by the end of it."
>Lean over to our friends and not so subtly ask if heroes get paid

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>>5697174
The trio of morally questionable profit exchanged glances.
“We ain’t hero’s either to be frank. We just part suckers with their dough, does that sound like a hero?” Tree gambler says with a shrug.
“Yeah, We ain’t exactly known for sticking our necks out.” Catti adds.

“Why help others when we don’t get anything from it? If you watched as much YouTube essays as I do you’d surely understand this.” Berdly says without a hint of shame. His face of smugness falters for a moment.
“Plus most people…aren’t worth your time.” Berdly grumbles out that last part. Catti nods and places a paw on the birds shoulder as he sighs.

“Well, there you have it, sorry but we’re not hero’s. We’re just us.” The true shrug’s

“And what’s wrong with that? I’m sure you’ll be great at it!” Ralsei says with a song in his voice. A song that felt forced and flat to your ears.

“As the prince of this kingdom I think that you’ll-“

“You’re a prince?” Thistle reaffirms with the apparent royalty. He is tone and demeanor changing instantly.

“Yeah, but I don’t exactly have any followers at the moment.” He looks upon you with a mournful glance.

With a creak the tree king leans over towards the bird and cat.
“Do hero’s get paid?” Thistle asks his two stooges. Berdly’s face lights up at the question.

“I mean in my vast repertoire of gaming knowledge they do! Especially for quests such as saving the world! That’s at least 50,000 bucks in it for us I’d say!” Berdly explains pushing up his scouter as if they were a monocle. Leaning close to Thistle with his beak in a cocky grin.

Thistle feels a similar grin crack onto his face at this. Both of them start to chuckle a bit. Catti briefly wonders if they finally lost their minds. Well, might as well go along with their plan.

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>>5699445
“What we meant to say is that we will graciously take up that offer.” Thistle says rubbing his hands together.

“That’s great news I-“

“Our starting offer is 500,000 bucks we are saving the world after all.” Thistle says with a grin that would make a snake blush.

“What’s a buck and how would I get so many of them.” Ralsei asks.

“Well, 500,000 of whatever your currency is, or gold, gold works too!” Thistle says with a smile.
Ralsei feels his heart stop, w-was he being serious right now? 500,000 Dark Dollars!?

“Thistle, that’s just cruel.” The avian says stepping beside his dear companion in crime.

“Right? isn’t it a bit-“

“1,000,000 dollars sounds more fair.” Berdly says any semblance of sympathy dashed with the wind.

“B-but the world might end if we don’t do this!”

“Guys, your going too high.” The witch corrected

“Thank you, Ca-

“600,000 sounds more better don’t you think?” Catti smirks softly as she says this.

“A-are you seriously negotiating a price for the world?” Goat of the toothpaste said unsure of what was happening was real or not.

“Dang, your right, sensing your urgency I’ve lowered it to 400,000 dollars.” The tree explains.

“I-I don’t know if I-

“100,000, final offer.” Sapling of greed says with finality.

Ralsei looks at the group with an annoyed glare from under his round rimmed glasses.
“Look how about I show you around first. I’ll see what I can do with payment if that’s what it takes…but I know you can be heroes if you try.” A hopeful smile graces the goats face.

Kris walked over to Ralsei. Who has been silent this entire encounter. Eerily so.

“Hm? Oh yes! Susie! Lead the way Kris!” With that Ralsei followed Kris outside of the entrance.
“You sure he’s got money” Cat asks to tree
“He’s a prince he’s gotta be loaded plus this whole place is bronze and gold. There’s gotta be some moolah in his pockets!”

“Exactly.” Berdly backs up his friend.

“Alright, let’s make some money.” Catti can’t help but be amused at how confident the two of them are at all times. It’s reassuring, no matter how ridiculous their claims can be at times.

A town gilded in an obnoxious bronze that has become a common sight enters your view. Despite’s it’s grandeur it’s seemingly empty, like a ghost town. But the trio continues on seeking to catch up to the other two. When they come across a room with a gilded floor and a dummy.

“Is that….a dummy of Ralsei?” Catti points to the cloth fabrication. It did indeed look like a-why is it moving?

At the sight of the dummy Thistle felt his vision start or blur, as something took the dummy’s place. Inexplicable geometry faded in and out of existence around the inanimate object, before a parody of life started to take place. It shook violently its wooden stand nearly collapsing. Cyan colored lines traced the floor as nature was given the finger.

>>5699446
IT WANTS YOU OUT, IT WILL MANGLE THIS WORLD, THE FABRIC OF LIFE ITSELF TO UNDO YOU. THIS MUTILATION AND HUMILIATION OF EXISTENCE IS APPALLING, NO? BEAR WITNESS TO THE CONSEQUENCES OF PLAYING AT BEING A HIGHER POWER.

What appears from this sacrificial pillar of cloth and cotton?
——————-
>A Dummy?
>An Abomination?
>A Human?
>A Fish?
>A Mushroom?
>Nothing?
>Write-in

>>5699448
>Nothing?
Oh look, it's nothing!

>>5699448
>A Dummy Abomination?
Like a dummy, except all fucked up

>>5699448
>A Fish?
Please be Undyne and have her think we're behind all this.

>>5699448
>A Fish?

>>5699448
>A Fish?

>>5699448
>Nothing?

>>5699571
As in literally? Eh.

>>5699448
>Nothing?
Interesting that we noticed Kris acting weirdly.

>>5699448
>A Dummy Abomination?
Mad Dummy except it's Ralsei.

>>5699448
Changing my vote from >>5699484 to
>A Dummy Abomination?

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>>5699448
A sirens call invaded the minds of the three teens.

The three stared as the stand gradually disintegrated the green cloth giving way to black plated armor.

Blue skin, yellow shark-like teeth, piercing yellow eyes filled with a sense of justice and determination. Oh dear sweet Angel. It’s the demon.
Visions of a blue blur running towards you and screaming fills your mind, your fears. That one cop that won’t stop trying to put your mother out of business, simply due to her actions being a bit “legally challenging.”

That cop now stands before you, clad in black armor, with matching greaves, breastplate, and gauntlets, she looked like a juggernaut. Despite how others saw Undyne you can’t help but be afraid of her, she’s the closest thing between either you, or your mother in a cell. Mom has had talks with you that if she is thrown in jail somehow that you’d have to know how to survive on your own, it wasn’t a fun talk.

Mom had no smile on her face, showing absolute seriousness for once. The possibility of that happening…it scares him more than anything. That the monster with a yellow smile will take his family, his life taken away simply due to a set of laws and morals. And he’d be able to do nothing about it. If he hits her he’d be put to jail, he can’t pay bail, he isn’t a lawyer. He’d be screwed and placed in some orphanage probably…out of town, away from his friends. Thistle feels his heart pound against the wooden cage of his chest.
The lady who casually lifts cars looks around wildly, seemingly confused at where she is. It seems like a roughed up version of the real Undyne, at least at first.

Thistles’s chest begins to burn like it did on the roof, causing him to kneel over once more. His fear, his anger, all of it turning into something….bad.
For better or worse the glitched shapes stopped moving, and began to dissipate.
Berdly and Catti look on, confused by what they had just witnessed, and the familiar stranger that popped into existence in front of them.

>>5702295
Thistle! Are you having a heart…what the hell.” Our dear fat cat said her eyes on her friend as a green glow emitted from his chest in a small crack of light formed under his conformist outfit. What…was that? The light left as quickly as it came. And a loud banging suddenly caused all the teens to look at where the figure was being brought into existence. Only for it’s body mass to be consumed in some sort of glitch like haze.

“Thistle what di-“

Catti is suddenly cut off as the other Undyne begins to shake and convulse violently her face frozen in a proud yellow smile. Thistle and his friends look on in shock as the brave cop lady’s voice echoes out in a jumbled mess,her body pulsating and bubbling as if it is boiling.
“You’ll have to try harder than that!” It came out grainy almost like the sound was coming from a record player.
Without warning her chest bursts open and a gold mucus like substance encases itself around her.

Thistle looks at it, the bastardized version of the familiar stranger. That cop who could destroy his entire life.
For a moment she was in armor, adorned with am eyepatch over her right eye. But now she has a parasitic worm of gold oozing out of the hole where an eye was once housed.
Her face becomes pale as snow as does her skin, the signs of the late stage of a monsters life.
She is melting before their eyes. Her face drips onto itself, her grin now a permanent smirk due to her cheeks dripping onto her shoulders, her armor is hidden underneath her expanded and gelatinous new skin. Her left arm bisects itself into two pincer like appendages both of them imitating bone as they suddenly harden with calluses. Part of her skeletal grin is pulled downward toward her torso bringing a new set of teeth to her chest and rib cage.
Her skin has now lost its melted tone and hardened into a lumpy white mass of flesh and magic. Undyne’s right arm adorned itself in marrow like spikes and is sickeningly engorged, It throbs, now almost as large as her entire body. A magic spear the size of her body manifests itself in that malformed appendage glowing with a blue hue. One of her seaweed like legs elongates behind her in a sort of faux mermaid tail. Undyne groans in a voice a few octaves lower than before. Her one functioning eye locking onto the trio once more.

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>>5702299
“W-what….w-what is…” Berdly stammers falling on his behind, his shaky legs unable to hold his weight. The cold dull bronze beneath him was a similar temperature to his blood as he felt his heart stop in his chest.
This wasn’t possible, this isn’t real.
Catti stares at the abomination her mouth dry, she had heard of creatures like this, she watched movies about such horror for fun all the time. But to see something akin to the thing in front of her pulsating, shifting, screaming. It wasn’t a costume, or special effects, she could hear it’s heavy breathing, smell the musty stench of sea salt, this was a real monster. It made her realize that not being able to move due to your own fear is a very real thing.
Thistle says nothing and stares, his brain stopping at the sight. Before he screams, and takes a step back. His demeanor shaken at the impossible transformation.
The fish tilts her head at this. A throaty, husky chuckle left the imposter, it sounded as if her throat was filled with gravel.

“Punks…..” She lisps out seemingly indifferent to her transformation. All three are frozen in fear. This whole situation was odd and paranormal but to see a seemingly familiar face mauled and twisted in such a way…it made them sick to their stomachs.

Thistle takes in deep gasping breaths and within a few moments his heart evens out once more. It’s okay, he is okay, they are okay. H-he just has to think of a way to approach this, this is going to be a battle. A battle against the monster.

“Guys, we’re..getting out of this. Alright?” Thistle declares. But his voice cracks.

His other friends still seem to be processing the situation. He’d be lying if what he felt was bravery it was like instinct, to know that it’s you or them. He’s scared they all are, who wouldn’t be? He can get out of this he just has to think.

The imposter reels its engorged arm back. Thistle’s heart drums in his chest, as he faces the beast.

What shall you do this turn?
———————
>Fight
>Act
>Item
>Mercy
>Defend

>>5702308
>Act
Let's ask what it wants.
damn what the hell did we get into.

>>5702308
>Defend

>>5702345
Some sort of evil manifestation of our fears, hopefully nothing 'real'.
>damn what the hell did we get into.
It's what the people voted for my man.

>>5702345
>It's what the people voted for my man.
I also voted for it, but I expected regular undine not this thing.

>>5702308
>Act
That's one fucked up dummy.
Also surely Act can also mean we run away, or try to find it's weakness or something right? Or something that'll make Undyne go back to 'normal', right?

Happy Fourth to the burgers here!

>>5702308
>Act
Damn, hope this quest isn't dead.

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>16 days without an update
It's so over.
It was fun while it lasted lads, we had many kino moments. And thank you Dusty for making my favorite thread.

If none archive this, I'll probably do it tomorrow.

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>>5716776
hello, I also miss it and damn it was an interesting quest based on deltarune

http://thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2023/5684185/
Here it is, in the hope Dusty comes back or someone else decides to take the reigns someday.
Who knows, maybe I'll do it eventually.

>>5716785
Yeah, and the way the characters were interacting (with the surprisingly good chemistry between the trio) was promising.