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>>5735750

https://strawpoll.com/6QnMODA1PZe
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Remember to vote for your favorite character!

>>5735750
>>“Suan De, I know we started on the wrong foot. So, let’s try to make this work, okay?” Be diplomatic.

>>5735750
>“Suan De, I know we started on the wrong food. So, what flavor of ice cream do you like?” Buy more Ice Cream for her.

>>5735750
>“Suan De, I know we started on the wrong foot. So, let’s try to make this work, okay?” Be diplomatic.

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“Suan De, I know we started on the wrong foot. So, let’s make this work, okay?” You decide it’s better to put your differences to the side and start on a blank canvas.

The Hobo Dragon stares at your face like you don’t have anything to offer. Her expectations are low. And you’re not meeting anything.

“It’s in your best interest to agree, he’s quite headstrong.” Matilda gives some advice. She meant what she said in a positive manner, but you know there are better ways to say this.

“Let me preface this by saying I have never felt this humiliated in my entire life. Physically, emotionally, and professionally. My honor has been shattered into millions of pieces that have turned into cosmic dust, unperceptive to the naked eye. Not even the most acute bird of prey could notice the particles floating into the void. Its mere existence has become debatable. Indemonstrable. A question of faith. Let me tell you that I still hold onto the belief that I have pride left, even if the only reason I wish for my mortal coil to perish is for the shame I feel in my heart. I want to drill into your head how strenuous an effort it is for me to say what I’m about to say.” The New Spy Dragon REALLY dislikes what you’ve done. “I’ll try and do everything in my power to obtain your good graces, Young Ando.”

“What a drama queen.” Matilda shakes her head. She knows well about these kinds of shenanigans, she saw Nariko almost jumping from a building because she didn’t become the leader of the Motley Crew...

“Indeed, Matilda. There are far more situations where I’d argue you felt more humiliated, Suan De.” Jun Spice remembers fondly the times his student was a mess. It seems to be a Spice thing to like seeing their students struggle to a point.

“N-Not now, Master Spice.” The Slapped Dragon is really struggling to hold onto those particles of pride...

What do you do?

>Thank the Spices for coming and move on. Billy should get here any minute now.
>Hug the Slapped Dragon and proclaim the beginning of a great friendship!
>Buy another round of Ice Cream for everyone to celebrate this new challenge!
>Ask the Flying Referee if you can cash in your prize on a later occasion. There’s nothing you want from this dragon now.
>Write In.

What’s next?

>Time to celebrate with the boys! You won a Crystal Piece and saved Billy! Enjoy the rest of the day!
>Re-home the Dragon. Ask Suan De to get her stuff and wait by your apartment. You’re sure she’s an actual hobo, even if she doesn’t want to admit it.
>Write In.

(Sorry for the Short Session! Last Reply of the Day, we continue tomorrow!)

>>5735808
>>Thank the Spices for coming and move on. Billy should get here any minute now.
>Ask the Flying Referee if you can cash in your prize on a later occasion. There’s nothing you want from this dragon now.
>Time to celebrate with the boys! You won a Crystal Piece and saved Billy! Enjoy the rest of the day!

>>5735808
>>5735810
+1

>>5735810
+1

>>5735835
+1 from me too

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Now that the New Spy Dragon has been psychologically beaten into submission with a deal that will likely benefit her more than you (the victim), it’s better if you all move on. You’ve taken enough of this family’s time, and you bet they are raring to go do the things they love. Like breaking a perfectly good plank of wood or something wasteful like that.

Jun Spice is the one who brings their leave up, the Spices had a better time than they thought they would, but all events must come to an end. You deeply thank them for coming over! They thank you back for the dessert, then Matilda mentions she will continue to be available for anything you need, and she expects the same from you, it sounded lewd even if she went for her classic deadpan delivery. Classic Matilda. Suan De called her a Potty Mouth again before they walked away. The last word you heard was Jun mentioning that he’ll see you sooner than later if you attend Poker Night…

You’re left alone with the Slapped Dragon. Billy hasn’t arrived yet, you have time to resolve one thing that is still bothering you: the Reward for the fight! You ask the Blimp Referee if you can cash in your prize at a later date. He agrees. There’s a reward button inside the Judge App if you’re interested in getting it at any point. Doesn’t matter the time, the place, or the circumstances. Suan De will be forced to accommodate this call once you’ve made a decision, and she can’t stand this.

“May I suggest some alternatives?” Suan De feels her hands are already full with earning your good graces. “I can dispose of any target you see fit. Obtain any treasure you desire. Uncover any information you seek. Just give me the order, and I will fix any problem.”

“Eh, even if I take you by your word, I don’t know what I want.” You shrug.

“No objectives, enemies, or desires?” The Spy Dragon looks at you like you’re a passionless man.

“I have something I wanna do, but only because nobody else wants to do it.” You cross your arms.

“And that is? Hurry! Tell me at once.” Suan De wants to seize this opportunity.

“Save the world.” You were going to keep that to yourself because it sounds lame, but this is Spy Dragon, she’s definitely lamer.

“Those are lofty ambitions.” The Spy Dragon kinda respects it.

“Just from the flame stuff.” You’ll focus on what is right ahead. Does this count as narrowing down your scope or not?

“The otherworldly beings?” Suan De is less impressed now.

“Yeah, the entities.” You nod.

“Entities? What do you think they are? Aliens?” Suan De doesn’t like the way you called them to the detriment of Grace.

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>>5736221

Before this conversation goes wildly off-topic, the prophecy is fulfilled: Billy has arrived. He didn’t get kidnapped on his way here! That’s worth celebrating on its own!

“Late like a night call, but here at last, baby!” Billy makes his appearance! He looks a little tired, so you invite him to sit. “Sorry, I was extra careful, I didn’t want to get caught…” He drops his head.

“All that's important is that you’re here safe and sound.” You don’t mind him taking his time. If he gets in trouble again, this whole thing would’ve been pointless.

“Who’s this radiant piece of sunshine?” Billy wants to know about your date

“This is the Spy Dragon, Suan De.” You point. “I think we’re allies now.”

“This is the chick you fought? Illuminating. The Henry kid gave me the scoop. You’re rough with the ladies, huh?” Billy notices the bruises.

“She asked for it.” You wouldn’t have done this otherwise. Heck, you have a super secret technique to knock out people.

“Kinky.” Billy wobbles his head like he’s entering the groove.

“Watch your tongue.” Suan De doesn’t like Billy’s mojo.

“S-Sorry, baby, I thought you relieved some tension! No need to air the flames!” Billy raises his hands like he’s being pointed at with a gun.

“In fact, it’s time to cool off.” You wiggle your eyebrows. “Let’s buy ice cream for everyone, we got to celebrate!”

“We’ll party until the moonlight shines on us!” Billy is ready to go wild. “LET’S CELEBRATE FREEEEEEEEDOM~! BABYYYYYYY!!!”

“Meow.” Bradford Jr. is excited.

…

Any special invitations?

>Bring Suan De! It’ll be some sort of introduction! Besides, you can’t leave her outside while you have fun!
>Bring Nina. She helped organize this. In fact, celebrate in her apartment!
>No. This is a Boys Only party! You got the deed done, you’re the ones that are going to celebrate! Don’t make it weird.
>Write In.

>>5736223
>Bring Nina. She helped organize this. In fact, celebrate in her apartment!

>>5736223
>>No. This is a Boys Only party! You got the deed done, you’re the ones that are going to celebrate! Don’t make it weird.

>>5736225
+1

>>5736223
>Bring Nina. She helped organize this. In fact, celebrate in her apartment!

>>5736225
Fine, I'll change to
>Bring Nina. She helped organize this. In fact, celebrate in her apartment!

>>5736223
>>Bring Nina. She helped organize this. In fact, celebrate in her apartment!
Nina is always a good choice.

>>5736223
>>>No. This is a Boys Only party! You got the deed done, you’re the ones that are going to celebrate! Don’t make it weird.
Celebration for the victors, and stuff!

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Yeah! It’s time to party! With everyone who made this possible, and that includes Nina! And what better way to include her than celebrating at her apartment? She loves having people around, and she’s the kind of girl who prefers hosting than going somewhere else with little notice.

You inform Billy and Suan De of your intentions. The former hostage is happy to go along with whatever as long as there’s karaoke, and Suan De on the other hand has no interest in taking part in any of this. Despite this, you still buy her favorite Ice Cream flavor for her to enjoy as a token of friendship. She takes it, just this once. She likes chocolate chip. You knew she was a chocolate kind of girl, all murderous people are.

Moving on, you tell Henry your plans so he can inform the others! The meeting point is Ms. Uccelli’s apartment, and your group will bring the delicious sweet goodness to the stage!

You all reunited at the outskirts of the apartment building, and join together to knock on Nina’s door!

“We’re here, Nina!” You exclaim as the boys make some noise as soon Nina opens the door! A couple of cats take the chance to go back inside the apartment.

“E-Everyone? What brings you here...?” Nina is very confused as to why this is happening.

“Boss, you didn’t tell Nina we were coming over?” You can’t believe he forgot!

“What do you mean I forgot?! I thought you asked her! It was your idea!” Henry won’t take the responsibility. What an awful leader. “Ehem, can we come in, Ms. Uccelli?”

“Who is that...?” Nina asks about Lord Gargoyle.

“Hoho~ I’m a sadistic villain, madam. Nice to meet you.” Lord Gargoyle cordially responds.

“You must be Lord Gargoyle then. And this lady..?” Nina asks about Suan De.

“The Master of the Lightsbane randomly bringing someone to this celebration, how inconsiderate.” Oliver the hypocrite says.

“We have no idea where she came from. But she tried to kill us all.” George chuckles.

“I’m the legendary Spy Dragon, a well-known ruthless fighter in the underworld.” Suan De retorts. “I’m not interested in partaking in this activity if that makes you feel better, madam.”

“She’s friendly. Trust me.” You add.

“Yes, Henry told me that you were working for the mafia, correct?” Nina wants to make sure.

“U-Used to. It’s a sensitive topic...” The Spy Dragon laments losing her job.

“Can we come in, please, Madam of Eccentric Hair? We want to celebrate my freedom!” Billy asks like he’s a little kid.

“We know you like karaoke and we bought some ice cream.” You raise the box and shake it.

“Fine. But don’t make a mess, please.” Nina invites everyone over because she’s not a meanie!

“YAAAAAAAAAAY~!” The entire team gets inside with their hands up in the air. Except for Suan De, she wants to stay outside despite Nina’s insistence.


And so the celebration begins...

>>5736299
How do you spend your time during the party?

>Playing Charades.
>Join the Karaoke.
>Playing with the cats.
>Making food for everyone. You’ll act like the host!
>Write In.

What comes next? (You can do more than one.)

>Take Suan De to your apartment. She’ll sleep on the couch. New hobo acquired.
>Poker Night Time. It’s back with a vengeance!
>Think about what you’re going to do with the Crystal Piece you have.
>Write In.

(Last Reply of the Day, we continue tomorrow!)

>>5736301
>>Join the Karaoke.
>Take Suan De to your apartment. She’ll sleep on the couch. New hobo acquired.
And then
>Poker Night Time. It’s back with a vengeance!

>>5736299
>Join the Karaoke.
>Think about what you’re going to do with the Crystal Piece you have.

>>5736301
>Making food for everyone. You’ll act like the host!
and
>Write In. (Talking with Billy about how his time as hostage to Carmella and Linda went. Did he eavesdrop on any conversations? Pick up any useful information? Carmella had to have slipped something while drunk one of those times! Or maybe Linda was talking a bit too loudly on the phone once.)
Then
>Think about what you’re going to do with the Crystal Piece you have.
and lastly
>Poker Night Time. It’s back with a vengeance!
The return of the GAMES

>>5736301
>Join the Karaoke.
Nice.
>Poker Night Time. It’s back with a vengeance!
We said we would. Let's not back out now.

>>5736301
>>5736314
Actually, I'll change my vote to >>5736308
As long as we get our poker night.

>>5736301
>Making food for everyone. You’ll act like the host!
Also, spend some time with Nina in the kitchen. It's been a while.
>Take Suan De to your apartment. She’ll sleep on the couch. New hobo acquired.
>Poker Night Time. It’s back with a vengeance!

>>5736308
suppoting.

>>5736332
This

>>5736308
This

>>5736332
Supporting

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Since you’re partially at fault for the party, you’re going to make sure it runs smoothly like if you were the host, and by that you mean cooking for everyone to not relying solely on Nina’s goodwill. After giving one ice cream to everyone, you approach Nina to let her know what you intend your role to be. She is relieved that she isn’t going to carry the whole burden of the party, even though she was more than willing to since this celebration was everyone’s reward for the feat you accomplished!

You spend a good chunk of time inside the kitchen preparing drinks, snacks, and the like with Nina and Bradford Junior. The cat didn’t do much but you raise morale with his cuteness. Same as the many felines around. You both were in and out, delivering the smoothest party experience as waitresses in anything but name. Of course, there were chunks where one of you stayed with the group and had a little chat, but those were few and far in between. The bad karaoke echoes through the apartment complex…

The guys are so high in spirits that anything they do becomes the most intense activity ever. All the board games become a spectacle with the rowdiest of crowds. Easy to do when you have 5 Lord Gargoyles hyping things up. Scarlet would be proud to see such intensity in these kinds of games. Right now they’re losing their minds playing Jenga.

You’re having a break with Nina in the kitchen, explaining what happened today from your side, so she doesn’t have any lingering doubts. With good timing, Billy shows up after you’re done explaining, here to properly report back to the Madam of Eccentric Hair, not after thanking you both for saving his skin – something no other group he has been part of has done. He doesn’t count Ka-Shing paying his bail from prison, because that’s throwing money at a problem.

Since he’s here to open up about his traumatic experience, you ask him if he eavesdropped on any conversations and picked up information from them. Like, surely Carmella must’ve slipped up during a drunken rant, or Linda talked too loudly on the phone for him to pick up the cues. Billy grins, admitting he was waiting for someone to ask.

“Certainly there’s a lot to talk, baby.” ‘Perfect’ Billy gets to say his piece. “You said about Diamond Eyes going on drunken rants, but it seems I caught the last one. Alcohol doesn’t make her head spin like the asteroids around Jupiter.”

“You mean she doesn’t get drunk?” Nina sounds both confused and upset that this didn’t happen earlier.

“You nailed it with a hammer, baby! She beat alcoholism in a way no legend could.” Billy looks fondly at all the great musicians that have fallen to the vice. “But what she told me about during her rant? Well, that’s between the moon and I.”

“Mr. Buonanotte, you have to be truthful to us.” Nina wants to know.

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>>5737491

“Madam of Eccentric Hair, let’s say she couldn’t stop talking about her former buddy who *didn’t* beat the vice…” Billy knows embarrassing stories from Carmella about your favorite teacher. “She wasn’t pleasant about it, but very graphic, baby.” Billy pantomimes vomiting.

“…No comments.” Nina is in shock.

“It’s okay, Nina.” You pat her back. “Anything else from Carmella?”

“Ranted about her brother. A lot. Mostly incoherently. She despised her former buddy for forcing her bro out of her side. I don’t get the whole picture, but Madam, it’s your story.” Billy says. “Also, she said many explicits about this former friend, comparing her to different farm animals.”

“I’ll ignore that last bit.” Nina is in a little shock again. “Poor Camilo, he didn’t want to be dragged into her petty fights and had enough…” Nina shakes her head. “I didn’t do anything special. Did I tell you about him? No? Maybe I will another time.”

“What else do you have on Carmella, Billy?” You move things along.

“Something concerning both hysterical ladies. Those two were loud ladies. Yelling at each other. Shouting matches like there’s no tomorrow. Couldn’t shut up about me. To kick me out or not.” Billy drops his head, then regains his composure. “Their dynamic was foul. That Linda woman was the housekeeper, almost like ‘Mella’s servant. She lost her powers. The Judges sealed ‘em. They got some deal. The choked person during the last meeting? That was Linda, baby. The Judges made a charade to show they mean business, and she did her best acting job in decades.”

“Judges can lock entities up?” Nina doesn’t think this is right. “I’m going to ask Constance the gist of it, this doesn’t seem right.”

“She’s being experimented on. Became the Judge’s puppet. Something they were discussing.” Billy shakes his head. Oh god, Giorsal has slaves? That’s terrible. She’s the worst Judge ever!

“That answers why they don’t remove them instead, I suppose.” Nina isn’t comfortable with this implication. “Anything else, Mr. Buonanotte?”

“They received an offer to run back to the White Flames. A high officer contacted them. Neither wanted to do it after what happened, but kept the invitation open. Guess they were kicked out?” Billy reveals. “They’re planning something big. Bringing some angel to this world or something.”

“Yeah, they want to bring two super bodyguards of the Creator.” You don’t recall all the details from Fiora, but that’s the gist, right?

“We’ll keep an eye on that.” Nina writes it down. “Did you learn why she kidnapped you, Mr. Buonanotte?”

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>>5737493

“Yes! She wanted to torture me for ditching her. Then she says we could become friends again. A complete nutcase, baby. Billy only dances with the stars, not with the demons behind them.” Billy explains.

“That sounds like Carmella. She likes getting back at you if you do anything to upset her, then acts like nothing happened.” Nina sighs. “Anything we’re forgetting?”

“We can talk about what to do with this.” You take out the crystal piece.

“Oh! Almost forgot! That was the eclipse hiding their moon!” Billy points at it. “Carmella couldn’t leave the apartment because everyone is chasing after her for that thing. They learned where she lives, and have been camping outside since.”

“That’s upsetting for her.” Nina doesn’t care all that much.

“Tell me about it! I was there, baby!” Billy has a good laugh. “Now there’s a lot of peeps waiting for nothing!”

“But the prize is yours, Johnny.” Nina doesn’t want to take it away. “I wonder if you can combine it with the one you already have. It is magic, after all.”

“Hmmm…” You stare at the tiny red piece.

>>What do you do with it?

>Do as Nina says and try to combine it with the underwhelming card you got.
>Hand it over to Henry. He led the mission, it’s his loot.
>Hand it over to Nina. She’s the leader of the Motley Crew, and this was a Motley Crew Mission.
>Hand it to Billy. The guy got tortured for days! He deserves some extra prize.
>Write In.

(Only Reply of the Day, we continue tomorrow!)

>>5737494
>>Do as Nina says and try to combine it with the underwhelming card you got.
We gotta help yourselves sometimes too

>>5737494
>>Hand it over to Henry. He led the mission, it’s his loot.
Henry is a big man of the hour. Cant undercut him like that.

>>5737511
We've already helped him out of his slump, I doubt he'd feel angry at us if we decided to keep it. I think it's a really bad idea to give our crystal pieces out if we're going to be facing greater and greater threats. We've gotta be smart and start thinking about the future

>>5737494
>Do as Nina says and try to combine it with the underwhelming card you got.

>>5737516
But with all power going to Johnny, that's only 1 person. Giving one to another would ensure there's another ally with us in the future events that's qualified under the game's rules. Is that true? I want to clarify points before I vote at all

>>5737494
>Do as Nina says and try to combine it with the underwhelming card you got.

>>5737570
Don't we already have Amelia for that? Henry isn't even on our team. Instantly giving it away would be beyond reckless

>>5737590
>Don't we already have Amelia for that?
When did she get a crystal fragment?
>Instantly giving it away would be beyond reckless
I agree, but instantly consuming it would also be stupid.

Here's a thought. Why don't we just take the crystal piece and put it in the crown? See what happens

>>5737494
>Hand it over to Henry. He led the mission, it’s his loot.

>>5737617
We gave her one of the 2 pieces we got after beating up those 4 guys during the Eclipse, remember?

>Here's a thought. Why don't we just take the crystal piece and put it in the crown? See what happens
I assume this is like a way to store the crystal instead of absorbing it. Didn't you need a judge for that or something? But good idea with the crown, I'd back that option

>>5737623
>remember?
It has been years
>I'd back that option
I'm going all in on that then

>>5737494
>Write in. (Pocket the crystal for later. If this is supposed to be a piece of one of the 4 gems in that crown a real god wore once, what would happen if you put this tiny piece into it? You want to find out! But you'll put the crystal piece away from your underwhelming card. Having them merge by accident might be too underwhelming even for you...)
Of course, let Nina and allies who know about the crown know what we're planning.

>>5737626
I meant I'd back it later. Dividing votes would just make one sides votes not count. I'm pretty sure that the first option would say if it's us absorbing the crystal

Can QM clarify?

>>5737494
>Write-In
Keep it and roll by Constance after the party so we can consoom the power.

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>>5737633

Well, the idea is to show that they can be combined, but Johnny wouldn't do it just yet.

Also, here's an infographic for the crystal pieces and who has them.

>>5737617
>>5737623
I third the crown option

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You pull out your special underwhelming card from your wallet (you need a better place to hide it), and place it near the piece of the crystal to see if there’s any reaction. A transparent screen appears to warn you that both these objects are going to combine if you continue. You pull them away.

“How nice of them to put a warning, like a lady’s smile missing a tooth.” Billy believes this to be thoughtful.

“We don’t see the Judges thinking ahead often.” Nina is mildly surprised.

“That’s mean to Constance.” You point out that she’s dissing your favorite mummy.

“S-She was the one who shared the sentiment, I’m not trying to undermine anyone’s efforts!” Nina excuses herself.

“I have my eye on you, Nina.” You squint your eyes. She gets a little embarrassed. “Anyway, I wonder what would happen if I put this back in the Crown?”

“Great question, Mr. Ando!” Nina didn’t think about the possibility!

“You won a dancing contest, Crystal Eyes?” Billy has no idea what you’re talking about.

You briefly explain to Perfect Billy that you found the Crown of the Almighty in the dumbest way possible and what it does. In fact, you don’t dwell too much into how you found it, but stress it was really stupid and embarrassing to most people involved, and the issue was with the people who didn’t find it shameful. You’re done venting.

“The game is pretty much ours to lose...” Billy realizes that you’re in a comfortable spot.

“As Susie says, information is the most valuable resource.” Nina agrees with this statement.

“That kitty cat only says so to sell her worth and keep her cozy crate.” Billy chuckles.

“What makes you say that, Mr. Buonanotte?” This is Nina’s harsh tone of voice from years of teaching.

“That’s between the moon and I…” Billy looks through the window longingly.

“No, it’s not. Stop saying that.” Nina glares. You wonder why she wants to know.

“I have observed the situation. The environment. The way of the groove.” Billy starts pointing at things around. “You’re the one cooking?”

“Yes?” Nina doesn’t see the problem.

“The one taking care of the kitty cats?” Billy asks again.

“Yes, so?” Nina doesn’t understand.

“The one doing the laundry? Cleaning? Paying the bills?” Billy speaks faster and faster.

“W-What’s your point, Mr. Buonanotte?” Nina wants a real answer.

“Nothing. Can I stay here?” Billy plays dumb.

“N-No.” Nina rejects it without hesitation. “Can we move back to what we were discussing?”

“I mean, I had to leave to test it.” You don’t know if you want to.

“Take things at your own pace, Johnny.” Nina warmly says. She doesn’t want you to leave this soon.

You don’t have to decide what to do with the piece now, as long as you don’t lose it, it’ll be fine, right?

>>5738189

>>5738189


>>What do you do after the party is done?

>Go back to your apartment to test the stupid piece on the stupid crown. Also, take Suan De with you and show her her new place to sleep (the couch).
>Invite Billy to tonight’s Poker Night! He’ll be your guest!
>Write In.

>>5738194
>>Invite Billy to tonight’s Poker Night! He’ll be your guest!
>Go back to your apartment to test the stupid piece on the stupid crown. Also, take Suan De with you and show her her new place to sleep (the couch).

>>5738194
>Go back to your apartment to test the stupid piece on the stupid crown. Also, take Suan De with you and show her her new place to sleep (the couch).
>Invite Billy to tonight’s Poker Night! He’ll be your guest!
All the options

>>5738194
>>Go back to your apartment to test the stupid piece on the stupid crown. Also, take Suan De with you and show her her new place to sleep (the couch).
>>Invite Billy to tonight’s Poker Night! He’ll be your guest!
I guess all the options

>>5738194
>Go back to your apartment to test the stupid piece on the stupid crown. Also, take Suan De with you and show her her new place to sleep (the couch).
>Invite Billy to tonight’s Poker Night! He’ll be your guest!
Literally no reason not to do both options. This isn't even a real vote come on QM

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Before continuing to host the party, in secrecy, you invite Billy to tonight’s poker night, Billy seems troubled, until you clarify there’s no actual money to be bet, and it’s all in good fun. He quickly accepts. He wants his day of liberation to be pure fun, and thanks you for another opportunity to have a good time somewhere else.

After that, you continued your duty alongside Nina, trying to carry most of the burden on your shoulders, but your teacher wouldn’t allow it, she even sat you down and forced you to have wicked fun with the boys. Which, in hindsight, was a blast.

You witnessed why people (allegedly) call your rescued ally ‘Perfect’ Billy Buonanotte! He never missed one shot throwing random garbage at an empty container; he says he doesn’t throw unless he’s 100 percent sure he won’t miss… you feel like that’s cheating. Hearing George speak another language was wild, in fact, he speaks many languages, he has traveled around the world, and picking up languages is easy when you have someone to bounce them off of. Lord Gargoyle’s clones don’t seem like they’re that coordinated, they even smack each other when they miss or do something stupid. Also, the cats hate them, they’re afraid of weirdly similar people. Henry has perfect balance, he says learning his powers just naturally developed his sense of it. In fact, he’s so good, you guys played Jenga on his head. And Oliver, once again, told everyone about how his friends died. Awkward. Henry hugged him this time.

The party dies down and everyone goes their way. Life is busy, and people are busier. Billy asks for the address of the poker night venue before bailing. Obviously, the thoughtful among you didn’t leave without helping to clean up. You, Lord Gargoyle, and George stayed for a bit, even though Nina insists that you don’t have to. Mainly you, because she’s worried about a certain Dragon outside. But tidying up goes so quickly, it doesn’t make much of a difference.

Everyone but you has left by this point; you’re right outside, Nina is resting her body on the doorframe from within.

“I hope you had a splendid day here, Mr. Ando.” Nina’s smile has some hints of concern.

“Eh, I always do around my cute teach.” You wink.

“…I’m so glad you’re back.” Nina grabs your hand. “I almost jumped right in there to help you, you know? Many of us wanted to, but we had to trust one another. And you.”

“I missed you too.” You smile back. That’s heartwarming for you. How times have changed…

“Next time, we should do something together. I can invite you when Susie is asleep.” Nina winks back. “We could watch a movie.”

“Sure! If I have the time!” You nod like a doofus.

“Take care, and tell me how it goes, okay?” Nina lets your hand go.

“We’ll keep in contact!” You start walking away.

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>>5738337


“W-Wait, don’t forget Bradford Jr.!” Nina pulls your fat cat from her back! “W-When did you get here?!”

“Meow.” Bradford Jr. jumps off and goes back to your shoulders.

“Hehehe.” You laugh like an asshole.

“D-Don’t laugh too much.” Nina is really embarrassed as she slowly closes the door, and waves to you through the gap.

You walk out of the apartment complex. Suan De was stargazing on the floor below Nina’s apartment. Outside, she finally talks.

“That Uccelli. She snuck out and gave me these every now and then.” Suan De shows a bunch of little handmade snacks and tiny desserts. “I’m grateful, but they’re too sugary for my taste.”

“They’re yours still.” You don’t want them either, even though you’d probably appreciate them more.

“Where are we going now?” Suan De starts juggling with the sweats.

“Home.” You say.

“Understood.” Suan De nods. “Can I have my mask back?”

The plan is to go back and test the crown. And give this woman your couch.

>>How do you respond?

>“No. I’ll give it back once you earn my good graces.” It’ll be the final sign of goodwill! It’ll be poetic! Or something…
>“You’re gonna sleep on the couch.” Explain your plans and your life situation to Suan De.
>“What kind of desserts do you actually like?” You wanna know how to earn her affection through cooking!
>“Suan De, why didn’t you join us? I really wanted you in there.” You feel bad about her being outside the whole time.
>Write In.

>>5738339
>“Suan De, why didn’t you join us? I really wanted you in there.” You feel bad about her being outside the whole time.
>“You’re gonna sleep on the couch.” Explain your plans and your life situation to Suan De.
>"But tomorrow you can head home. I'll need your phone number too." More contacts, more allies!
>"I've already shown you enough goodwill and hospitality. The mask stays with me until you prove yourself further." Talk like Matilda!
Doesn't she have her own house? She doesn't have to be a stay-at-Johnny's hobo, but I'm ok with tonight

>>5738339
>“You’re gonna sleep on the couch.” Explain your plans and your life situation to Suan De.
>“Suan De, why didn’t you join us? I really wanted you in there.” You feel bad about her being outside the whole time.
>“What kind of desserts do you actually like?” You wanna know how to earn her affection through cooking!

>>5738357
I'll back this

>>5738343
supporting.

>>5738357
Changing my vote to this to avoid tie

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“Huh, you’re going to sleep on the couch.” You ignore the mask comment because you’re not going to return it just yet.

“Good. I can’t return to the place I call home again.” Suan De keeps walking stoically. “Not with these bruises.”

“Ah, I was worried for a moment there, thought you were kicked out or something.” You sigh of relief.

“I wouldn’t mind a permanent accommodation.” Suan De is really reserved about everything but her life and employment conditions.

“We’ll figure something out, but tonight, just the couch! It’s a nice couch. Pretty comfy. Soft. You can build a kingdom on it.” You play with the air like you have a beard.

“No comments.” Suan De is keeping her mouth shut with great determination. You better move on…

“Suan De, why didn’t you join us? I really wanted you in there.” You feel bad about her spending the entire thing outside.

“And so did that Uccelli woman. And the Henry kid.” Suan De didn’t get swayed.

“So?” You didn’t get an answer.

“Why would I be celebrating my own defeat?” Suan De has a valid point.

“It’s a party! It’s more of an excuse than an actual reason to have fun and socialize.” You retort.

“The excuse wasn’t to my liking.” Suan De dryly throws back.

“Point is, you can ignore it. Like, I’m sure most people don’t have a reason to go to a club every weekend.” You are no party animal, so you’re talking out of your ass.

“I don’t adhere to that type of lifestyle.” Suan De disapproves.

“I’m not great at parties either. I spent more time hosting than anything.” You try to continue the small talk.

“Could you state why you wanted me there then if you weren’t going to fully participate?” Suan De finds that you’re a sea of contradictions, while, in reality, you’re just a pool of them.

“I thought it could cheer you up…” You scratch the back of your head. “And, I didn’t want you to stay outside alone.”

“I enjoy the stars. The few there are with this much lighting.” Suan De dismisses your worries.

“Hold my hand.” You extend it to her.

Suan De remains silent.

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>>5738439

“I want to show you something.” You plea.

The Spy Dragon lends her hand over. You struggle for a moment, but you use your ability to bounce off nearby lights only to show the stars in all their clarity. She stays silent, but her eyes cling to the sky like Nina’s to the ice cream you bought for her.

“A friend of mine showed them to me. I can’t help but look up at them sometimes since.” You point at the stars as you reminisce about the summit visit with Galactic.

This goes for a couple of minutes until Suan De breaks it away. She starts walking forward without a destination, you have to stop her.

“It’s this way.” You point at the nearby street. “Since you told me something that you liked already, maybe you can tell me what kind of desserts you actually like?” You innocently go for a combo.

“I like sour food.” Suan De opens up.

“Like sour cream apple pie?” You don’t know why you know this recipe. Is it thanks to your knowledge?

“I do not know.” Suan De has never tasted it.

“We can give it a try someday.” You smile.

Suan De walks past you without acknowledging what you said. She’s a tough sour cookie…

Eventually, you return to your apartment with Suan De. You show the place, and more importantly, the couch. You explain your life situation so she can acclimate to the idea of your roommate Ruby existing. Bradford Jr. helps too by showing his cat things like the good fluffy boy he is. Suan De doesn’t say much but explores the environment with caution, not out of fear, but with respect for your space.

“I’ll be good here. Go on with your business, if you please.” Suan De sits on the couch… and stays there. Not relaxing. Not looking at her phone. Not doing anything but staying put. Worse than Debbie when Bradford Jr. sat on her lap.

You wanted to try out the Crown with the Crystal Piece, but you just remembered that Amelia is keeping the thing safe, you’ll have to go to her apartment if you’re in a hurry to see the effects.

>>What do you do?

>Go to the Girls’ apartment to try the Crystal Piece.
>Help Suan De make herself feel comfortable.
>Send a detailed text message to Ruby about Suan De staying.
>Enough time wasted! It’s time for Poker Night!
>Write In.


(Last Reply of the Day, we continue tomorrow!)

>>5738440
>>Go to the Girls’ apartment to try the Crystal Piece.

>>5738440
>>Send a detailed text message to Ruby about Suan De staying.
At least this time we WILL warn Ruby that we are coming home NOT ALONE, so she'll have to contain her lewdness.
>>Go to the Girls’ apartment to try the Crystal Piece.

>>5738440
>Enough time wasted! It’s time for Poker Night!
Let's save testing the crown for after the Poker Night. Don't want some shenanigans keeping us from that and making us break our word again.

>>5738440
>Send a detailed text message to Ruby about Suan De staying
>Enough time wasted! It’s time for Poker Night!
What >>5738543 said

>>5738440
>>5738543
I'll add
>Send a detailed text message to Ruby about Suan De staying
to my vote as well

>>5738440
Cute
>>5738543
>>5738564
These

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To make sure nothing goes wrong, you send a detailed text message to Ruby to inform her about Suan De’s stay. There’s both a lot and not enough things to write, but you manage to stay concise and on-topic, while being reassuring. Ruby promptly responds! She thanks you for informing her and asked you to tell Suan De to feel at home. You say so to Suan De. She looks at you right in the eyes, and without losing eye contact, she takes her shoes off using her feet only. You don’t know what that was about, but maybe she took those words to heart. Anyway, you tell your guest that you’ll be downstairs with some friends, and not to worry about the time of your return. She understands. Bradford Jr. tells you he’s going to make sure Suan De has a good time. You think. You still don't understand what cats say.

Awkwardness aside, you change out of your work clothes to dress (debatably) more casually, and go to Craig’s apartment.

“Yeah! You’re finally back, kid! You in tonight?” Craig opens the door, carrying his usual welcoming grin on his face.

“Of course.” You adjust your glasses trying to act cool. “I invited a new friend over again, hope you don’t mind.”

“When have I ever said no?! As long as it’s not the rest of the police department, it’s all good and dandy!” Craig has a deep belly laugh. “Who are you inviting this time?”

You briefly describe ‘Perfect’ Billy Buonanotte.

“Sounds like a type of thug I beat the shit out of in a dark alley months ago. A real fella if you get me.” Craig approves. That’s oddly specific. “Today’s special. I’m glad you’re joining us, kid. It’s the first one without ‘em.”

“Yeah…” You didn’t think about this being the first one without Osgood and Bradford.

“We gotta do this, or else the bad omen will chase after us like a bad cold. Hell, I tried to get a hold of you for a good while and I couldn’t find you! Where were you?” Craig is curious.

“In another dimension?” You scratch the back of your head. Err, he knows about the flame stuff, so why hide it?

“That’s real rad, kid. I hope you’re joking because I’m sick and tired of multiverse shit.” Craig half-jokingly says.

“Eh, it’s more like time traveling.” You dismiss.

“Like, to medieval times?” Craig wonders. “I have a pal who’s into that stuff. Big history buff.”

“Nah, like 25 years ago.” You calculate again.

“That sounds like shit on a platter.” Craig doesn’t seem fond of past times.

“It was.” You don’t want to see the CotF logo ever again…

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>>5739141

“That blows, kid. Sorry to hear that, planet Earth has always kind of sucked.” Craig opens the door wide to let you in. “Come on in. You know the deal, we’re waiting for everyone to get in here. Also, keep that magic stuff down, I love these guys, but they’re loonies.”

“Sure.” You weren’t planning on it, anyway.

“Now, tonight is gonna be different. The belt has been retired, we buried our eternal champ with it. So, to commemorate his legacy, we’re doing the Bradford Memorial Poker Tournament! Our biggest one so far! And we will play for this instead.” Craig reveals to you a decently sized trophy with a strangely half-naked Bradford statute on top. “Err, we had to repurpose a Sumo trophy. It was the only thing we could find. What do you think?”

You heard some laughs… The regulars are here…

>>How do you respond?

>“It’s the most hideous thing I have ever seen in my entire life.” You don’t want to win that shit.
>“No offense, but do you actually think anyone wants to win it?” You’re so perplexed you don’t know what to say.
>“Uhm, what about Osgood?” Like the Osgood participation trophy?
>“No comment.” You’ll be cordial to a fault…
>Write In.

>>Anything else to say?

>“Biggest tournament so far, huh? How many people will be here? And who is coming?” You wanna know if there are any surprises!
>“Seriously, we need to burn that thing down.” You kinda miss the belt.
>“Did Dirty Rob mention the treasure to you?” Ask Craig about the fallout from Piss Town.
>“Can I get a glass of water?” You need something for your eyes.
>Write In.

(Only Reply of the Day, we return on the weekend!)

>>5739142
>"I think Bradford would at least find it funny if he saw this."
>“Did Dirty Rob mention the treasure to you?” Ask Craig about the fallout from Piss Town.

>>5739142
>“It’s the most hideous thing I have ever seen in my entire life.” You don’t want to win that shit.
>"I liked the guy, but I don't think I'd like to be reminded of him in this way. I'm fine with taking care of his cat."
>"How'd you even FIND a sumo trophy in this city? Is there even a sumo circuit here?"
I don't know if we'd really need to learn sumo techniques for our fighting repertoire, but I'm pretty sure slapping is involved somehow.
>“Did Dirty Rob mention the treasure to you?” Ask Craig about the fallout from Piss Town.

>>5739142
>"I think Bradford would at least find it funny if he saw this."
>“Biggest tournament so far, huh? How many people will be here? And who is coming?” You wanna know if there are any surprises!
>“Did Dirty Rob mention the treasure to you?” Ask Craig about the fallout from Piss Town.

>>5739142
Backing >>5739146
But Johnny can't deny the truth, so add this
>"I think Bradford would at least find it funny if he saw this."
Johnny hates it, but he gets the strong feeling Bradford himself wouldn't if he were alive to see it

>>5739146
>I'm pretty sure slapping is involved somehow.
This is what Fake Out from Pokemon is meant to be
https://youtube.com/watch?v=Kbtt5UcJsB4
>Its Japanese name, ねこだまし Neko Damashi (Slap Hands), refers to a sumo technique used at the start of a match to make the opponent close their eyes. Its wide distribution among catlike Pokémon is likely a play on this name, as it literally translates to "cat deception".
Johnny could accomplish a similar effect in CQC with Philo's power to try blurring parts of himself? Might be doable

>>5739142
>"I think Bradford would at least find it funny if he saw this."
>“Biggest tournament so far, huh? How many people will be here? And who is coming?” You wanna know if there are any surprises!
>"How'd you even FIND a sumo trophy in this city? Is there even a sumo circuit here?"
>“Did Dirty Rob mention the treasure to you?” Ask Craig about the fallout from Piss Town.

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“I think Bradford would at least find it funny if he saw this.” You give it a positive spin without ignoring what this is.

“Yeah, that’s what I tell myself too, kid. That’s what I tell myself too, kid…” Craig pats you on the back as he sighs.

“Just tell him it’s a piece of trash, jackass, haha – guh, shit…” Sewel is one of the shadowy figures that was laughing before, he scolds you for not calling the trophy shit. He looks injured, and the pain from said injuries is causing him to recoil during his laugh.

“You deserve that, moron.” Craig shrugs as he enjoys this karmic justice.

“Good to see you, Sewel.” You are cordial. Despite the pain, the mechanic shoots a thumbs up in your general direction. “Biggest tournament so far, huh? How many people will be here? And who is coming?”

“Let me think, adding you and your pal...” Craig starts counting with his fingers. “Well, around 20 people. And as for who’s coming, rest assured that the regulars will be here. And some spicy surprises.”

“Fuck your pun.” Sewel hates it.

“We gotta throw them out now! You know how pissed the old man gets when he hears them.” Craig wants to have fun while it lasts.

“Does Mr. Spice hate puns?” You raise an eyebrow.

“You know he’s coming?” Craig is kinda disappointed that you already know.

“Nah, he likes dishing them himself when he gets in ‘the heat of battle’!” Sewel mocks Jun Spice’s voice. “Goofy old try hard…”

“Can’t actually picture it…” You don’t know how to feel about this.

“He’s a grandfather, of course, he likes dad humor.” Craig shrugs.

“You don’t need to be a father to enjoy good wordplay.” A different shadowy figure reveals himself! It’s your pal from the police: Roger Jackson! “It’s good to see you alive and well, kid. Did you get your van back?”

“It’s good and safe, sir! Thank you for everything!” You smile.

“Don’t mention it, kid. It’s good to have a decent boss for once.” Roger Jackson smirks back.

“By the way, where did you get this trophy?” You turn to Craig. Sumo is one of the three most important sports in the country, obviously all of them pale in comparison to Boxing.

“Look around the streets. There are always old farts selling valuable antiquities. This is the oldest district in the city, some shops are hundreds of years old.” Craig explains. That explains that bookstore with the old lady… “There’s this old guy who still makes all types of trophies, belts, stuff like that. Amazing craftsmanship. The go-to guy for the big orgs. Since we were hurting for time, I bought the cheapest one.”

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>>5741015

“Sumo, huh? Is there a sumo circuit around here?” You wonder.

“You haven’t visited the Sumo Hall? It’s far from here. Oldest stadium in town. We gotta go one day. Tickets on me.” Craig wants you to join him in his hobbies.

“Don’t listen to him, kid. Boxing is way better to watch.” Roger cuts right in.

“If you say so…” Craig shakes his head. He doesn’t see the appeal.

“A former champ should be more into it.” Roger chuckles.

“If this chump got to be champ, that’s all you need to know about boxing.” Sewel never stops throwing shade. “And it doesn’t surprise me to hear that from you, Jackson. Cops and barely legal violence go hand in hand!”

“I don’t wanna hear that from a lowlife crook, hahaha!” The unretired policeman takes it with humor. There’s no tension despite the hefty word exchange. They keep bickering with each other still.

“Hey, did Dirty Rob mention the treasure to you?” You ask Craig now that the two mortal enemies keep messing with each other.

“Treasure? Don’t tell me…” Craig’s eyes open wide.

“Mr. Ando! Have you finally evoked me to be part of this equation?” Mr. Conti raises his voice as he’s the other figure in the shadows. “I didn’t believe that you would be here today, but I applaud you for your bravado.”

“You are talking about that dumb myth?” Craig sighs. “Man, that brings me back.”

“It’s no myth, Craig Harris. What we all fought for isn’t a mere fabrication of some deluded writings. The Treasure, the treasure is… REAL!” Mr. Conti slams the table. “And Ando here denied my right to witness its contents.”

“Kids are still fighting for that thing…?” Craig is kinda disappointed.

“Sadly...” You scratch the back of your head.

“Please, Mr. Ando. Be honest with your fellow compatriots in arms. If that’s how you really feel, you wouldn’t have taken the reward with you.” Conti has a wicked smile. “But I understand. Yes. I understand as to why you denied me the privilege. You didn’t believe I was worthy, did you? You didn’t see the sum of my efforts. But I’m going to rectify this. Tonight, Mr. Ando, the cards will be dealt. And statistically speaking, tonight is my time to shine. Lady Luck might smile with her crooked teeth, but Mathematical Logic stomps over the nonsensical notion of fortune. Mr. Ando, tonight you will yield, and when you do, you will give me the treasure. I’ll earn my right to the ULTIMATE PRIZE by taking you all out of the equation. COUNT ON IT.”

“…The hell is he talking about?” Roger looks around for answers.

“Yeah, what the fuck is he talking about?” Sewel doesn’t get it either.

“Not a word, Ando. If they want to know the truth of the hundred-year war, they must win the trophy.” Mr. Conti won’t allow you to divulge the entire nonsense of the situation.

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>>5741016

“How come you are always part of something incredibly idiotic?” Oh, Richard is here, being a dick. That’s his least dramatic entrance ever. Even by his standards.

“W-Wait, you are regular now?” You didn’t expect Detective Double Dick to be here ever again.

“Someone from the list of guests caught my eye and I decided to attend.” Richard clearly states he’s not here to have fun. He never is.

“…And he’s still immensely salty about losing last time.” Sewel adds.

“I can corroborate. He has the same look he does when he doesn’t get assigned to the cases he wants.” Roger adds. “By the way, welcome back to the force, kid.”

“Same, Jackson. Your input is always lacking, but to some, it’s good you have a positive attitude.” Richard crosses his arms.

“Also, Double J is here.” Craig points at him.

“S’up?” Double J doesn’t say much.

“Try to do a better job here than on TV, Mr. Big Shot Prosecutor.” Sewel is really on a rampage tonight.

“He holds the job because I drag him around. I do his job for him, the least he can do is show up.” Richard sighs.

“Working the case until the bitter end, huh?” Craig finds it impressive.

“How does that work?” You have enough knowledge to know that this isn’t how things work.

“Let it go, Mr. Detective here thinks he’s a super cop.” Roger doesn’t want everyone to lose time on this.

“I’m an overpaid puppet...” Double J doesn’t mind explaining that bit.

“Kinda true, I don’t think he does anything unless someone pushes him around.” Craig thinks about it and doesn’t like this realization.

“I don’t think that’s true, I saw him play tennis.” You remember.

“…Thanks.” Double J thinks of you as a friend.

“Helmaer is coming, correct?” Mr. Conti asks about his once ally and favorite backstabber.

“He’s bringing a pal too, yeah.” Craig adds to the mystery of the unknown participants.

The Bradford Memorial Poker Tournament is going to start off with prelims. 4 different tables with 5 players each. The winner of each table moves to the Final Round for a chance to win the trophy.

>>5741017

>>5741017

>What do you do?

>Channel Bradford’s spirit. You’ll do it for him! (Play as a Good Guy!)
>Channel Osgood’s spirit. You’ll do it for him! (Play as a Bad Guy…)
>Tell Mr. Conti that you won’t show him the treasure even if he wins the trophy.
>Write In.


>>Who of the people mentioned do you want in your group? (Pick one.)

>Craig Harris. A pal, a friend, and a chill dude. You need to relax and have fun.
>Sewel Scott. You want to wipe the smug expression off his face. Also, he always loses. So it’ll be easy!
>Mr. Dirty Rob Conti. You always face the old cocky bastard at every single Poker Night, this one won’t be an exception. And like always, you’ll stomp him.
>Roger Jackson. Your friendly neighborhood cop is a good dude and a potential ally. It’ll be sad that you won’t reach the final round together, but it’s a price worth paying.
>Martin Helmaer. He challenged you at the cooking duel without doing much of anything. You’re going to actually face him for real again.
>Double J (Jeff Jefferson). A pal, a friend, and an Amigo. You’ll crush him.
>Richard Wright. You’ll humble the ace detective. You need some payback!
>Jun Spice. You beat one Spy Dragon in the morning, you’ll beat the other at night.
>’Perfect’ Billy Buonanotte. You invited him, you’ll destroy him, baby! Let the moonlight shine on his corpse!
>Write In?

(Only Reply of the Day, we continue tomorrow!)

>>5741018
>>Channel Bradford’s spirit. You’ll do it for him! (Play as a Good Guy!)
>Jun Spice. You beat one Spy Dragon in the morning, you’ll beat the other at night.

>>5741020
+1, this feels right

>>5741016
That's pretty amusing seeing as the Crown is Amelia's so we have no right to give it to him even if he does win.

>>5741020
Supporting.

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No matter what happens during this tournament, you’re going to play as the good guy. Bradford managed to win the entire thing without cheating, and since you’re honoring him, you’ll try to do the same.

Speaking of the competition, Craig said there are going to be 20 participants, counting the people present and the ones you’re sure are coming over, you got half. Who else could possibly join as well? You’re going to get your answers right now! Craig hears the bell and answers the door!

“Sorry for the tardiness, gents.” It’s your guardian, Ruffus Hogg! The last time you heard about him, his daughter was dying… “It’s good to see you all. I bought some drinks.”

“A-ha! Hogg! Good to see you!” Craig smiles with great enthusiasm. “Thanks for the beer. How’s the family?”

“Much better. My daughter is doing wonders in rehab. She’s teaching her father a lesson or two about resilience.” Ruffus sounds so incredibly proud. “My wife insisted I take a break, so here I am.”

“Hogg! My man! You’re doing so much better.” Roger smirks from ear to ear.

“Jackson! I couldn’t have gotten this far without your support.” Hogg warmly smiles at his friend.

“Don’t mention it, Hogg. That’s what friends are for.” The policeman continues grinning.

“Glad to hear that the little rascal is still doing swell.” Sewel says.

“You should see her for yourself. She has been wondering when Uncle Scott is going to pay her a visit. Ever since you got discharged, she has been a little lonely despite our best efforts.” Hogg puts his coat away.

“Are you nuts? I had to transfer, that clinic almost made me go bankrupt. And I’m just out of surgery...” Sewel tries to deflect.

“Please, don’t think I’m pressuring you to do anything, Scott.” Hogg dismisses.

“Ha! It has been quite a while since we’ve seen Sewel’s softer side.” Mr. Conti gets out of his foul mood for a moment.

“Shut your trap, Numbers man.” Sewel cuts him off.

“Ando! I see you’re doing well!” Hogg is happy to see you in good health.

“Same to you, Mr. Hogg.” You nod.

“I profusely apologize for being so absent as your guardian. I’ll remedy it in the upcoming weeks.” Hogg promises.

“You know each other? How odd.” Richard wasn’t present at the time Mr. Hogg joined. “Everyone here is in some way notable.”

“Not everyone.” Double J points behind Mr. Hogg to reveal… Helmaer.

“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?! Huh?!!” Helmaer got the full context, meaning he was here for a little bit! “I know you’re all waiting for me! The true star of the show!”

“The only way you’ll be a star is if you catch on fire and explode.” Sewel shakes his head.

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>>5741946

“Bah! Those in the gutter can’t look up at the firmament! Forget all that, I brought a pal in crime!” Helmaer moves away to showcase his invite…!

It’s… Gerard Luther! Yes, that Gerard Luther! And he’s here to take the tournament?! No! You can’t allow this buffoon to win! For Bradford’s honor, you can’t allow this fiend to take the trophy! Oh, and there’s a random bodyguard with them. You have seen him before near Ka-Shing.

“Where’s the ebullience?! The Sparkle?! The Passion?! Introduce me properly!” Gerard Luther demands more fanfare.

“What in the world are you doing here?” Richard can’t believe his eyes.

“Those should be my words, towards *him*.” Gerard points at you. He frowns! He doesn’t like you or your trusty little pocket.

“No, those should be my words about my MONEY! Spit it out, patches.” Sewel demands his cash from Gerard. They know each other?!

“Sorry, sir. My apology tour won’t arrive at your station until, let me see…” Gerard takes a notepad out and starts skimming through the pages. “A couple of weeks? You’ve been patient so far, why not keep it up for a little bit more, huh? Now out of my face, you unkempt rodent of a man.” The Judge actually recognized Sewel…?

“I’m not waiting, you piece of shit. I have bills to pay.” Sewel will get violent despite his injuries.

“Then win the tournament and I shall consider it.” Gerard closes his notepad. “In that vein. You’re Mr. Ruffus Hogg, correct? Sorry for killing your daughter. Quick, Gonzales, hand over one of the Apology Teddy Bears.”

“Right on…” Gonzales takes a bag out and pulls out a plushy.

“My daughter is not dead.” Mr. Hogg is horrified at what he’s seeing.

“Oh. That’s great news. Is she conscious? Of course, she is. Unless you’re a deadbeat dad. You might be if you’re hanging out with that lousy mechanic, but judging by your expression, no pun intended, she’s doing well!” Gerard opens up his notepad and scribbles on it again. “I’ll be paying her a visit next time. Sorry for the misunderstanding. It happens to the best of us. Like me.” He smiles.

Mr. Hogg is speechless.

“What an insensitive man.” Mr. Conti says.

“Bodyguard Gonzales is playing too.” Helmaer clarifies to break the awkwardness. “He’s actually off-duty. You know, not like you.” Helmaer squints his eyes as he stares at Jackson. The policeman laughs it off.

“Can I ask why you’re helping Gerard?” You ask the bodyguard.

“As a favor.” Bodyguard Gonzales is a nice guy. “And I like poker.”

“Then you’re welcome here!” Craig tries to maintain what’s left of the positive atmosphere. “Just try not to be dicks or you’re out. And trust me, the bar is really low here.”

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>>5741947

“This guy is anything but one.” Sewel vouches for the bodyguard for some reason.

“You hear that, Richard? You need to be careful.” You nudge the detective.

“Don’t bring that devil here.” Richard DOESN’T want to be called a Double Dick.

“Woah! Double Dick is here?!” Xavi shows up! He’s here with one of the tenants, Rooke and his hostage!

“Hold on, they call you ‘Double Dick’?!” Sewel starts laughing. “What a riot!”

“Indeed, what an embarrassment of a nickname.” Conti agrees and laughs too.

“Don’t worry, kid. I’ll keep that away from the station.” Roger is a good person. “Not here though, Double Dick.”

“I feel like there’s some copyright infringement here.” Double J doesn’t know how to feel about this.

“…I harbor a great amount of resentment towards you people.” Richard is already done with the situation.

“S-Sorry.” Xavi didn’t intend to be mean.

“Ha! What a humorless fuck!” Rooke laughs loudly at Richard.

“Y-You! What is this cretin doing here?!” Gerard gets disgusted upon realizing Rooke’s presence. “Which reminds me, allow me to apologize for framing you as a traitor.”

“…Yo, this isn’t funny.” Rooke isn’t having fun anymore. At least he got a teddy bear…

“A lot of new blood today.” Mr. Conti is enjoying himself.

“Poker Nights will live on just fine.” Sewel smiles too.

“Hey there, Mr. Scott! Thank you for inviting me!” The tenant you forgot the name of smiles at the mechanic.

“I’m glad your wife let you come, Kevin.” Sewel has always has a snarky comment in him.

“My wife is not controlling.” Kevin doesn’t get the joke.

“I-It’s a joke, kid, lighten up.” Sewel coughs.

“Are we all actively ignoring that that man is tied up…?” Jackson points at the hostage.

“Like all good policemen do. Yeah.” Helmaer throws some shade.

“You don’t get to ask questions in my field.” Bodyguard Gonzales doesn’t think much of it.

“Am I the only one who cannot ignore how amateurish that knot is?” Gerard acts even more disgusted.

“Now I can’t unsee it.” Kevin agrees.

“Don’t pay attention to him, he ain’t playing.” Rooke dismisses the policeman’s worries.

“I can’t picture you being comfortable in this position, young man.” Mr. Hogg is concerned regardless.

“As long as I get to stay alive, I’m fine.” The Hostage speaks from the heart.

“See? He likes it!” Rooke reassures everyone with a smile, and it works…

A lot of new participants have joined the pool…

>>5741948


>>Who of the new arrivals do you want in your group? (Pick One.)

>Mr. Ruffus Hogg. You don’t spend any time with your guardian, so why not?
>Gerard Luther. You’re going to defeat him again because it’s funny.
>Bodyguard Gonzales. There’s no way you’ll ever talk to him otherwise.
>Xavi Molina. He’s just Xavi. You can beat him. Unless there’s a fairy meddling in the combat…
>Rooke Knightly. He seems like he could provide a challenge. Take him out now!
>Kevin Nguyen. Take your megane brother out! There’s no one better to do it!
>Write In.

>>Anything to say to the new arrivals?

>Tell Mr. Hogg that you want to visit his daughter at one point at the hospital.
>Tell Helmaer that he sucks.
>Tell Gerard to be nicer with his apologies. This is not what you wanted.
>Ask Xavi if Naiad will interfere during the game if someone wishes to win enough…
>Tell Rooke that he didn’t have to bring the hostage here…
>Ask Kevin what his name is. This prompt doesn’t make sense in canon because of you not knowing.
>Write In.

>>5741950
>>Bodyguard Gonzales. There’s no way you’ll ever talk to him otherwise.
>Tell Mr. Hogg that you want to visit his daughter at one point at the hospital.
>Ask Kevin what his name is. This prompt doesn’t make sense in canon because of you not knowing.

>>5741950
>Mr. Ruffus Hogg. You don’t spend any time with your guardian, so why not?
>(raises hand closer to pocket while staring pointedly at Gerard)
>Tell Rooke that he didn’t have to bring the hostage here… but you're glad he did anyways.

>>5741956
+1

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“Rooke, you didn’t have to bring your hostage here… But I’m glad you did!” You’re in a good mood. “Now we have a dealer!”

“That head on your shoulders, I like the way it works.” Rooke admires your intellect.

“Do you two have any working brain cells? He’s clearly tied up.” Double Dick is going to be kicked out with that attitude.

“Don’t underestimate him, that’s rude.” You point out that Richard is being mean!

“Impolite fuck.” Rooke says.

“Well-known dickish behavior.” Xavi nods.

“I don’t believe any of you have the mental capabilities to play the King’s game. Yet, here I am! Willing to have fun with you, pigeons.” Gerard dogpiles on the detective too.

“I’m here to have fun with you too, Gerard.” You say as you raise your hand close to your pocket while staring at the foolish judge.

“Put that hand down this instant, you hairless chimpanzee!” Gerard demands you to stop. “Gonzales, restrain that man!”

“No.” Gonzales is not being paid for this.

“This place has never been more unhinged than now.” Craig smiles. “Kinda fun in a way.”

“Just being a little fair here. No fights have broken out.” Helmaer speaks from experience.

“…Yet.” Sewel wants to watch the carnage.

“Hey, I tried. Only the other Ando could match my intensity.” Helmaer kinda laments.

“Don’t speak ill of my friend in front of his son, please.” Ruffus sighs.

“He tried to kick your ass too. Don’t even try to forget it.” Helmaer wants everyone to hate on your dad.

“What we shouldn’t forget is the fact we have poker to play.”

“The stakes have never been higher either. I wonder who will rise to the very top...” Conti wants the competition to go underway as he wants to place himself on that pedestal. “Because these new kids haven’t introduced themselves! I need names!”

“How about you add Jerry to the count?” That voice! It’s so vaguely familiar that it feels like you heard it once many months ago! It’s Terry’s dad: Uncle Jerry Denton! The sturdy-looking man is not alone. “I brought some regulars with me. Here are Cahill and Buonanotte.”

“Hello there, my good fellows! It’s good we have congregated in a different context than last time!” A hefty-looking man who looks similar to Bradford appears. He must be his dad. The man looks so tired, and… he has a flame on his left wrist! “I’m just here to witness your squabbles, gentlemen. This tournament is a kind gesture towards my son after all.”

“With the moonlight cast on me, tonight, ‘Perfect’ Billy Buonanotte is going to make the stage his, and take the trophy home, baby!” Billy introduces himself eccentrically.

“Huh, I didn’t expect you to bring two of the guests yourself on your first time here, Denton. But I’m glad all the same!” Craig is happy to have everyone around.

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>>5742081

“Cahill needs to cheer up a little. And Buonanotte swore to me he was invited.” Denton crosses his arms.

“Yeah, I’m responsible for that, Mr. Denton.” You admit.

“I don’t lie in the presence of the stars.” Billy smirks.

“See? He’s talking about me.” Helmaer crosses his arms. Almost everyone around him groans.

“Ah, you’re Terry’s friend, Johnny Ando. It’s been a good while.” Mr. Denton remembers. “Did you pick up cooking? You look different.” He can sense your cooking prowess.

“Mr. Golden Crusher himself recognizes your talents, Mr. Ando. You should be proud.” Conti smirks.

“Don’t be idiotic. I cook burgers. Nothing more. Nothing less.” Mr. Denton isn’t particularly proud of his craftsmanship.

“Burgers? How quaint!” Gerard is disgusted.

“Hmph, you’re Finest Cut. Aren’t you?” Denton remembers this moron.

“Look Helmaer, this is how meeting a true star looks like.” Gerard smirks from ear to ear. “Yes, that’s how my admirers call me.”

“I heard you quit dueling years ago. Why? Were there no more little joints for you to destroy the reputation of?” Mr. Denton hates Gerard’s guts. He’s part of the club! Is it really a club if everyone is part of it?

“This must be the oddest way someone has ever asked me for my signature...” Gerard doesn’t get this interaction.

“You don’t need to bring that up, Denton. We already hate the guy.” Sewel adds.

“Let’s stick to the game we’re going to play, shall we, gents?” Ruffus tries to be a peacekeeper.

“Hogg? You’re here as well! What a heartwarming surprise!” Mr. Cahill smiles from ear to ear. The two men hug. “I thought Jackson was the only old friendly face here!”

“Who are you calling old?!” Policeman Jackson continues laughing like the rest of the night.

“I’m looking at someone more deserving of the title!” Craig points at the new guest! It’s Jun Spice! He’s finally here! And people like coming in chunks for some reason, but this time, you’re glad he did! Because he’s accompanied by a pleasant surprise!

“Harris, still as childish as ever.” Jun Spice strokes his beard as he walks in. “I entertained you with a visit, and this is how you welcome me?”

“Old man, if a bullet can’t take you down, you think my bad jokes would?” Craig shakes hands with Matilda’s grandfather.

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>>5742084


“You throw jokes to kill people…?” Xavi looks confused.

“Well, his sense of humor is painful to listen to.” Richard is still a dick.

“Painful? Maintaining a good sense of humor can save a life! HahHAhahHAhahHAhahahA!” Dr. Calamity shows up beside Jun. “Right, nephew?”

“Allow me to… AGREE! KNIGHA-HA-HA-HA!!!” And right behind them, a man sporting a knight helmet comes along. His voice sounds familiar, not only is it similar to Galactic’s, but you are sure you have heard it before. You’re definitely sure he’s a Calamity. And it’s worth noting, his dark suit makes it hard to see, but he has a flame too! What the hell?!

“V-Victor?!” Craig’s mouth is open.

“V-VICTOR?!” Sewel looks like he has seen a ghost.

“Are you okay, Mr. Scott?” Kevin is concerned.

“T-This throws off my calculations by a considerable margin…” Mr. Conti is rethinking his strategy.

“W-Who invited him?!” Helmaer doesn’t like this.

“What’s up with all this commotion? He’s just a ridiculous man with a helmet. I’ve seen better.” Gerard doesn’t get it.

“It’s the kid with a big appetite.” Mr. Denton is the only one who reacts with kindness.

“Salutations, dear sires! It’s been a… WHILE!” The Knight is happy to see his old friends!

“Doctor Calamity! It’s good to see you! You’re here to play?” You get excited upon seeing the mad doctor.

“Yes, it’s good to see you, sir.” Richard has respect for the medic.

“Holy smokes and mirrors! I didn’t know he could leave the clinic!” Xavi thought Dr. Calamity was some kind of curse.

“Well, I couldn’t refuse an old friend’s invitation.” Dr. Calamity places his hand over Jun’s shoulder. “Even if I’m not well-versed in these kinds of games.”

“I’m not either. But I still maintain my intention to crush you all under my feet.” Jun wants to win.

“Please, spare me.” The Hostage is afraid.

“We have quite the roster.” Mr. Hogg is enjoying himself.

“There’s still one surprise left, Hogg.” Roger Jackson smirks ear to ear. “Someone I invited myself.”

“Oh? Who can it be?” Mr. Cahill is curious.

“Please say it’s the last one…” Double J wants to move on.

“He’s right here!” Roger Jackson points behind every guest, as Craig opens the door.

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>>5742085

The final guest is… Pokyo Lokyo’s Chief of Police: Rob Banks.

“Thank you all for having me tonight, good men of this illustrious city.” …That was way too polite for him.

“It’s always cops! Stop it!” Helmaer gets angry at everyone.

“He’s a loud mouth, the hell is going on?” Rooke wants an explanation.

“I don’t know, baby, but I feel uncomfortable.” Billy is in awe.

“He’s going through sensitivity training…” Roger Jackson scratches the back of his head.

“Yes, the N.U. appointed supervisor Ms. Leitgeb forced him to.” Richard has a good chuckle.

“We’re going to have a jolly time together! HehEHehHhehE…” Rob Banks shakes everyone’s hand.

“D-Don’t touch me, you fiend.” Except Gerard’s.

“Hmph, I never thought I’d be shaking hands with this weasel.” Sewel doesn’t know how to feel.

“What I have inside of me is certainly… a feeling.” Bodyguard Gonzales shares the sentiment.

“Don’t steer away a man from his path to redemption.” Jun asks everyone to be considerate. “An old rival deserves a modicum of respect.”

“I agree, let’s be kind to each other here.” Mr. Hogg nods.

“It’s never a bad time to do so.” Dr. Calamity agrees.

“Can I call him expletives anyway…?” Helmaer meekly raises his hand.

“I can still hear you, runt.” Rob Banks drops the niceties for a second. “Wright, Jackson, Cahill, and… *sighs*… Jefferson. Let’s have fun today.”

“Let the games commence by deciding the groups!” Mr. Conti puts everyone on the same page.

Finally, the Bradford Cup is gonna begin!

>>Out of the Final Arrivals, who do you want in your group? (Pick One.)

>Mr. Jerry Denton. Mr. Golden Crusher will be Golden Crushed.
>Dr. Imminenté Calamity. The good doc, you want to play with him. It’ll be fun.
>Victorious Calamity. You wonder if this is the Calamity that got his toy car collection destroyed.
>Rob Banks. Face the strange wild card of the evening!
>Write In.

>>Anything you want to say to anyone specifically?

>No.
>Write In.

(Last Reply of the Day, we continue tomorrow!)

>>5742087
>Rob Banks. Face the strange wild card of the evening!
>Ask Mr. Hogg what his daughter's name is. You plan to go visit her sometime, but how will you know where to go otherwise?
>Silently note that Helmaer knows about Johnny's dad (does he already know this? If so, ignore this vote)
>Silently make eye contact with Rooke, motion to Victor, and mouth "knight". He'll know what you mean.
>Ask Victor how his toy car collection is doing since that one day... He'll know what you mean.
I hope this is acceptable. We have so many characters here to talk to, but who else should we speak with? There's so many loose ends and faction links in here.

>>5742118
+1

>>5742118
This plus
>Ask Craig why everyone is shocked about Victor
>Say hi to Kevin cause he's like the only person we haven't

>>5742453
Yeah this is good too, add it to my vote

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“Bring the Raffle Drum!” Mr. Conti demands to spin the balls! This is the way the groups will be decided!

“Here’s the bad boy.” Craig pushes a table with wheels from the darkness that shrouded the participants before. You wonder if Craig trips often with how bad the lighting in this apartment is. “Isn’t it cute?”

“Yeah, it reminds me of my wife.” Kevin agrees as he pets the cylinder.

“What?” Xavi is fully confused.

“Hey there, Kevin! I almost forgot to say hi to you!” You say hi to the married man because he’s the only one you have failed to exchange words with.

“Hello there, neighbor! It’s good to see you too!” Kevin kindly says back.

You both adjust your glasses, then both turn to Uwikar, who also adjusts his glasses. A silent pact has been made…

“I shall make certain none of you well-meaning cretins cheat for an easier draw.” Gerard solemnly announces his interest in fairness. You cannot forget this is his full-time job! One he does really badly.

“And how would that benefit oneself here? Everyone is highly skilled at the game.” Mr. Hogg doesn’t really see the point.

“Some are more skilled than others.” Billy points out.

“Heh, everyone tries to dodge me for a reason. Can’t face the king.” Helmaer acts cocky.

“Because you have a short fuse, you shit face.” Sewel will put everyone down if he has to.

“I wouldn’t say you’re the calmest player either.” Richard points out.

“Look who's talking.” Roger sneers.

“I can keep this chain going, but let’s all be fine and dandy with each other instead, HeheHehEHe!” Rob Banks makes everyone uncomfortable by trying to be positive, except…

“I approve of your new attitude, Mr. Banks! HAhahAHhaHAHhahAHha!” Dr. Calamity does his trademark creepy laugh. You guess that creepy people orbit each other. Wait, what does this say about you?

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>>5742813

A group of participants put their attention on the draft. Meanwhile, you have other things to talk about.

“By the way, Mr. Hogg, what’s your daughter’s name?” You ask your guardian! Maybe you can pay her a visit too?

“Helen.” Mr. Hogg’s heart is filled with love upon remembering his precious daughter. “She’s staying at Los Santos Clinic.”

“It’s a nice place! Has a lot of windows! Good service! And a secret underground prison…” Rooke coughs.

“Doctor Calamity’s Clinic has an underground bunker too.” Xavi dismisses.

“Heck, we have an underground bunker at the homeless shelter I work for.” Victor doesn’t see the issue either.

“I’m pretty sure this old place has a bunker too.” Mr. Denton stomps on the ground.

“I mean, my office is pretty new, and we have a bunker.” Mr. Cahill shrugs.

“Like all great CEOs say, you can’t feel safe without an underground bunker.” Gonzales chuckles. “My boss has a couple dozen around the country.”

“Ugh, my wife never stops pestering me about building one…” Kevin sighs. “But it’s good to know there’s one here!”

“We need one at the dojo…” Jun sighs too.

“This entire nation is built on the idea of safety through underground shelters.” Mr. Hogg teaches the group. “The most famous bunkers in each of the regions have been turned into museums. We should pay them a visit sometime.”

“Was this nation built by mole people or what? What the hell?” Rooke had no idea.

You share a glance with the confused man, motion towards Victor, and mouth ‘Knight’ – with hopes he’ll understand what you mean. You wanted to ask Craig what’s up with the reaction towards this new Calamity, but that will have to wait for a bit since the host is busy with the draft.

“By the way, Victor, how is your toy car collection doing since that one day?” You clear your throat before asking.

Victorious Calamity stays silent for a minute too long after being asked. The tension inside the group grows twentyfold. “You must be the famous Johnny Ando, aren’t you? What member of my family shared that story with you?”

>>How do you respond?

>“It was Kata, and she was very apologetic about it!” Try to make the nurse look good.
>“It was Galactic! And he was traumatized by it.” Reveal it was the Spaceman.
>“It was the doctor! I think.” Wait, you’re wrong. But you feel it’s better to be mistaken here.
>“I don’t remember.” Shrug like you have never shrugged before!
>Write In.

>>5742814
>>“It was Kata, and she was very apologetic about it!” Try to make the nurse look good.

>>5742814
>>“It was Kata, and she was very apologetic about it!” Try to make the nurse look good.

>>5742814
>“It was Kata, and she was very apologetic about it!” Try to make the nurse look good.

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“It was Kata, and she was very apologetic about it!” You try to make the nurse look good! Like, attitude-wise, not aesthetically, she has that down. Ugh, you’re sounding a little like a perv. But these are your thoughts, you’re allowed to. Why are you craving muffins now?

“From one to ten, how apologetic do you believe her to be?” Victor needs more details.

“A… nine?” As soon as you say it, you question yourself as to why you didn’t say the maximum amount.

“A nine is high.” Victor crosses his arms.

“That’s why I said it.” You retort.

“Was that your response because it is high by itself and that would make my cousin look concerned, or because she was – in fact – greatly concerned?” Victor wants this clarified.

“The latter.” You say.

“Why not a ten?” The Knight wonders.

“What?” You thought this was the end of the conversation.

“Why not a ten then?” The Knight asks again.

“Does it matter? You said a nine is high.” You don’t get the issue.

“Grading systems are obsolete.” Victor points out.

“You’re the one using it.” You get a little annoyed.

“For common ground.” Victor finds it a helpful tool.

“Not sure if it’s working.” You disagree.

“What does a 9 mean to you?” Victor wants to get specific. He can’t say a 9 after you start saying ‘nine’. It’s a formatting nightmare.

“Something high.” You deadpan.

“What something?” Victor asks.

“A high grade.” You continue to deadpan.

“Of concern?” The Knight wants you to clarify.

“Yes, that’s what you asked me to grade.” You don’t know why, but you’re starting to feel annoyed by him.

“What failed to get it to 10?” Victor wants all the details.

“Huh, I guess she didn’t cry?” You don’t know what to say.

“You wanted her to cry…?” Victor is horrified.

“O-Of course not.” You retort.

“Please, tell me why she needed to cry to get a 10 then.” Victor is waiting for your answer. “Ever heard of crocodile tears?”

“I have. But I just told you I didn’t want her to cry.” You respond.

“Do you expect everyone to shed tears to show their true concern?” The Knight Calamity finds you odd.

“Not exactly.” That wasn’t your point!

“What do you mean by that?” Victor tilts his head.

“It’s an old topic of her past, of course, she can’t show off the most amount of concern now.” You say.

“You’re telling me that you never intended to grade her a 10 regardless of the circumstances? That’s what it sounds like to me, Sire.” The Knight is disappointed.

“I-I don’t care about the tears!” You respond.

“You don’t care about a lady’s tears?” Victor thought of you differently.

“FOR THE GRADING!” You are getting exasperated.

“Ah. You seem to understand why the grading system doesn’t work.” Victor nods.

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>>5742920

“Calamity, stop messing with this foolish kid.” Jun Spice stands in the way of this. You didn’t notice, but everyone else stopped paying attention, except Rooke.

“Yes, Master Spice.” The Knight bows his head.

“He didn’t answer shit...” Rooke points out.

“I meticulously repaired my entire collection. It took me years. Thank you for asking.” Victor answers at last. “I’m glad to hear Katastrophic is apologetic about the entire issue as well. That naughty piece of work should’ve been punished further, but I’ll take a pang of persistent guilt in stride. KNIGHA-HA-HA-HA!” Victor’s heroic laugh echoes through the room.

“That’s Victor for ya, kid. He’s… out there.” Craig shows up, shrugging.

“Is that why you all reacted like that when he arrived?” You wonder.

“No, we thought he died.” Craig is very casual about the topic. “I won his ring.” He shows you a ring from his pocket, it has Victor’s helmet as a symbol.

“Oh.” You think that answer suffices. “Wait, what?” No, wait, you don’t think that!

“Hey, I brought you guys some sodas.” Xavi appears and hands you and Rooke some drinks.

“Please! The games must commence at once!” Conti can’t wait for a second longer! He wants the tournament to get underway!

“Good luck, kid. You got the toughest group.” Craig pats your back.

There’s a whiteboard with all the groups written! You’re going to face Mr. Hogg, Jun Spice, Rob Banks, and Double J.

…

>>What do you do?

>“We’re not cutting the backstory here, what do you mean you guys thought he was dead?!” You need actual answers.
>“Why is it the hardest group?” You actually want to know why.
>“Good luck, everyone.” Time to begin the tournament proper!
>Write In.

(Last Reply of the Day, we continue tomorrow!)

>>5742922
>>“Good luck, everyone.” Time to begin the tournament proper!

>>5742922
>"Tell me later at a better time, Craig?" No more time left...
>“Good luck, everyone.” Time to begin the tournament proper!
I want to leave this as a delicious plot hook for when he inevitably becomes relevant again

>>5742922
>>5743005
+1

>>5742922
>“Why is it the hardest group?” You actually want to know why.

>>5735808
Y

>>5743005
+1

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“Tell me later at a better time, Craig?” You want to know, but you don’t want to break the flow of things.

“About Victor? Of course, kid.” Craig agrees.

“I’d love to hear the details of my demise.” Victor has no clue either.

“Victor, you’re alive. Why do you care?” Craig is confused.

“Am I really?” Victor gets philosophical.

“Yes.” Jun knocks on Victor’s helmet like it’s a door. “Whatever brain injury you have, will have to wait for later. Let the games begin.”

“Woah, you’re really a boxing coach, sir!” Xavi is impressed by the old man’s callousness. Sewel bursts out laughing. Jun glares at the small goat man. “N-Nevermind.”

“Good luck, everyone.” You say to save the little man’s life.

“Good luck to ya too, kid.” Craig cheerfully replies.

“Fucking finally! I’ve been waiting all night!” Sewel starts playing with the chips he was given.

“Enjoy those while you still have them, Scott. Hahahaha!” Roger taunts the mechanic with his drink in hand, he takes a sip.

“Mr. Ando, the numbers don’t lie, I’ll be expecting you in the finals…” Mr. Conti won’t let this chance slip.

“I spent a lot of time studying this game. My intention is to win tonight. You’ve been warned.” Richard expertly starts shuffling the cards he has near him.

“Makes me wonder if I should try this time…” Double J wonders if there’s a point in doing your best.

“You should! Do not underestimate how fruitful it is to push your limits, young man!” Mr. Hogg encourages the lazy prosecutor.

“Don’t listen to this old chuckle fuck! You’re in the same group! He wants you to play risky. It’s every man for themselves!” Helmaer warns Double J instead. This cheat has allied himself with someone every time you played together…

“And only the best men rise to the occasion! Bear witness to how this symbol of excellence reigns supreme over you, petulant scoundrel!” Gerard wants to show his superiority!

“Guys, if all you care about is winning no matter what, I’m going to make you regret inviting me here tonight.” Gonzales chuckles full of confidence.

“I doubt I’ll win tonight, but I’ll try. Have fun, everyone.” Xavi is too much of a realist.

“I’m a simple guy, I never get into a bullfight without a chance to take the beast by its horns.” Rooke, on the other hand, believes he has a chance.

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>>5743722

“Well, I didn’t pick up this hobby to get beaten either.” Kevin adjusts his glasses.

“Victory doesn’t seem that appealing. But I have plenty of reasons to not let some of you win.” Mr. Denton will try to stop the unhinged from winning.

“The Moonlight shines brighter to those who embrace the heat of the beat, baby. Winning is the only option!” Billy didn’t come here just to participate.

“Hmm? Who told you that you have the option?” Jun Spice chuckles. “It’ll stay that way, I guarantee it.”

“Those who never surrender cannot be denied for the rest of eternity, I’m living proof, old friend!” Dr. Calamity is ready to take the game by storm.

“An unbreakable will is just one that hasn’t been tested enough, Uncle.” Victorious Calamity won’t falter.

“As long as everyone has fun, winning OR losing doesn’t matter!” Rob Banks shows his crooked smile. “Yet, can’t help but to be a fan of frivolous affairs...”

“Well, everyone, get at your tables! It’s time to get the Bradford Memorial Poker Tournament on the way!” Mr. Cahill claps to hurry everyone up.

“Hooray.” The Hostage doesn’t know what to say. You hope he actually deals the cards, it’d be funny.

The different groups get to their respective tables. As mentioned before, you are facing Mr. Hogg, Matilda’s grandpa, the lunatic cop (Banks), and Double J. What a unit. Craig says this is supposedly the hardest group, so let’s see how you fare…

Each player is given 50 chips to bet. Today, as always, you’re playing Texas Hold’em! Named after its inventor ‘Theodore Texas’. Yes, this is the vital information your high level of Knowledge nets you. Are you proud? No? Well, this game is based on Knowledge! You have an advantage! The only reason you can lose is if that pesky luck gets in the way.

The battle is about to begin…

>>What’s your strategy at the start?

>Play normally. Not because you want to be safe, but to give them a false sense of comfort. You’ll strike when it matters. [Normal Roll] [Knowledge Based]
>Survive. Resist the first waves of attacks. You will endure the worst part. [Easy Roll] [Knowledge & Cowardice Based]
>Bet big and take the lead. You need to start winning early or else you won’t qualify. The winner is the only one who gets to the next round! [Hard Roll] [Knowledge & Courage Based]
>Write In.

>>Who do you want to target at your table? (Depends on how well the roll goes.)

>Mr. Hogg.
>Jun Spice.
>Rob Banks.
>Jeff Jefferson.
>No one.

>>Who do you want to sink outside your table? (Depends on how well the roll goes.)

>Billy Buonanotte.
>Craig Harris.
>Sewel Scott.
>Mr. Robert Conti
>Roger Jackson.
>Richard Wright.
>Martin Helmaer.
>Gerard Luther.
>Gonzalo Gonzales.
>Xavi Molina.
>Rooke Knightly.
>Kevin Nguyen.
>Jerome Denton.
>Dr. Imminenté Calamity.
>Victorious Calamity.

>>5743723
>Bet big and take the lead. You need to start winning early or else you won’t qualify. The winner is the only one who gets to the next round! [Hard Roll] [Knowledge & Courage Based]
>>Jeff Jefferson.
>Martin Helmaer.
I think Jeff is secretly great at this and wouldn't be mad if he gets taken out and I chose Helmaer cause it's funny to see him lose first after talking so big

>>5743723
>Bet big and take the lead. You need to start winning early or else you won’t qualify. The winner is the only one who gets to the next round! [Hard Roll] [Knowledge & Courage Based]
Wreck face turn 1
>Jeff Jefferson.
Let the old guys take the heat off us for now. Match Jeff to warm up and take it from there.
>Martin Helmaer.
We've already seen him eat shit, let's have him do it again so we can get other characters more screentime and prominence

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>>5743723
btw, forgot to say, this is the only reply of the day! We continue tomorrow!

>>5742920
This entire conversation is Johnny getting trolled

>>5742922
>“Yes, Master Spice.” The Knight bows his head.
Was he one of Jun's dojo students then?

>>5743723
>Play normally. Not because you want to be safe, but to give them a false sense of comfort. You’ll strike when it matters. [Normal Roll] [Knowledge Based]
>No one.
>Gerard Luther.
Keep em guessing.

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>>5743725
>>5743726
>>5743912

We're betting big! Time to roll everyone! 1d100, best of 5!

Rolled 33 (1d100)

>>5744406

Rolled 100 (1d100)

>>5744406

>>5744408
It's over

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Rolled 84 (1d100)

>>5744406

Rolled 24 (1d100)

>>5744406
Big betting!

>>5744408
You did it!
Feels almost redundant to roll now hah

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(For some reason, Helmaer is having terrible luck…)

No better way to ensure a fair game than taking turns dealing. The Great Martial Artist grabs the cards.

“Let’s enjoy a fair game, everyone.” Mr. Hogg warmly refers to the five seated around this table.

“You politicians are all about fairness! It’s a quality worth admiring, I say.” Rob Banks pretends he doesn’t have contempt.

“Mr. Banks, I had no prior knowledge that you knew about my days as a political activist.” Mr. Hogg is quite surprised. “How come? I never held any relevant position to the force.”

“It’s part of the job to identify the troublemakers…” The Sinister policeman chuckles. “Weed ‘em out. Keep the peace. No matter their position in the totem pole.”

“How little has changed about you, Banks.” Jun Spice deals the cards. “You’re a product of our time.”

“Oh? You think you‘ve moved past it?” Rob Banks seems curious.

“No. I stepped to the side.” Jun Spice looks at his cards. “A stubborn old man is of little use.”

“Please, spreading knowledge is worthwhile. No matter the age.” Mr. Hogg knows there’s a place for Matilda’s grandpa in the world.

“You are throwing shade I don’t wanna catch, Spice. I still have a lot left in the tank as long as this city needs me.” Rob Banks seems unbothered as he gauges his luck.

“There’s nothing more pathetic than an old man who doesn’t know when to retire.” Jun Spice retorts with contempt.

“How about a masked assassin?” You chime in. Jun Spice raises his eyebrow, trying not to smile.

“How about we play?” Rob Banks throws some chips to the center of the table. “You wanna get risky, boys?!”

“Sure.” Double J matches the amount. “I feel like giving it a shot tonight…”

“I heard something crazy. You? Trying?” Rob Banks is actually surprised. “Keepin’ the streets clean ain’t worth the effort, but poker is?!”

Double J shrugs. “I feel motivated…” He seems to have taken Mr. Hogg’s words to heart.

“I’m in too.” You throw your chips. And so does Mr. Hogg and Mr. Spice…

And so, a couple of rounds came and went. You bet risky! Big amounts! And it all seemed to pay off immensely! Like the game conspired in your favor. As a matter of fact, just out of pure pettiness, Rob Banks forced you to not deal. But that didn’t change anything. It’s sad, but even a motivated Double J couldn’t do much, and he’s about to strike out…

“Incredible! Your playing style is nothing like your father’s!” Mr. Hogg commends you for your ability.

“You’re gonna leave with a big wanted sign, kid. This is highway robbery!” Rob Banks is speechless. “You can’t keep getting away with this!”

“Sorry, I’m kinda feeling myself tonight.” You shrug.

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>>5744532

“I never instilled this kind of reaction in my students. And I abhor any competitor even hinting at it. But isn’t this just crazy luck on his part?” Jun Spice doesn’t get it.

“I’m almost out…” Double J sighs. “I’ll have to put more effort…”

You’re destroying them…This is basically a match to see who ends up in second place.

>>What do you do?

>Eliminate everyone you can quickly. [Normal Roll] [Knowledge & Courage Based]
>Toy with them, let them recover a little. [No Roll]
>Slow the pace, but keep the winning strategy. If you play it smart, you’ll win. [Easy Roll] [Knowledge Based]
>Write In.

>>Anyone you want in the next round?

>Billy Buonanotte.
>Craig Harris.
>Sewel Scott.
>Mr. Robert Conti
>Roger Jackson.
>Richard Wright.
>Gerard Luther.
>Gonzalo Gonzales.
>Xavi Molina.
>Rooke Knightly.
>Kevin Nguyen.
>Jerome Denton.
>Dr. Imminenté Calamity.
>Victorious Calamity.
>You don’t wanna decide.

(Only Reply of the Day, we continue tomorrow!)

>>5744534
>Slow the pace, but keep the winning strategy. If you play it smart, you’ll win. [Easy Roll] [Knowledge Based]
>Jerome Denton.
Victor's losing bad huh

>>5744534
>Slow the pace, but keep the winning strategy. If you play it smart, you’ll win. [Easy Roll] [Knowledge Based]
>Victorious Calamity.
It'd be lame if Victor got taken out this early. We should bring him to the next round

>>5744534
>Slow the pace, but keep the winning strategy. If you play it smart, you’ll win. [Easy Roll] [Knowledge Based]
>Victorious Calamity.

>>5744534
>Slow the pace, but keep the winning strategy. If you play it smart, you’ll win. [Easy Roll] [Knowledge Based]
>Victorious Calamity.
Is this for who we're targeting or for who we're bringing into the next round?

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>>5744848
Bringing to the next round!

>>5744936
Nice.

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>>5744675
>>5744828
>>5744838
>>5744848

Time to roll, everyone! 1d100, Best of 5!

Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>5745208

Rolled 80 (1d100)

>>5745208

Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>5745208
by the power of Oily Watts!

Rolled 9 (1d100)

>>5745208

Rolled 13 (1d100)

>>5745208
Bown

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>>[[[The Cahill Report: Poker Edition]]]<<

For some reason, the two people without anything better to do have decided to create their own impromptu show to report the events surrounding the Bradford Memorial Poker Tournament like it’s a sports broadcast.

“Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, I’ll be one of your announcers for the evening. I go by ‘Uwikar ‘The Hurricane’ Cahill’, and standing by my side, a very miserable individual.” Uwikar hosts his own talking show.

“Miserable, indeed. It’s a beautiful night to play poker or die.” Rooke’s Hostage will work alongside the law school dean to bring you the news! “And I don’t want the latter!”

“Do you want me to untie you…?” Uwikar mutters if his co-host needs help.

“I don’t want to risk it, sir.” The Hostage whispers. “We’re starting with Group A! What can you tell the audience about it, Mr. Cahill? I’m dying to know! Not literally!”

“A pretty even group with the host ‘Craig Harris’ taking a decent lead. Never underestimate a home field advantage!” Uwikar explains.

“One would believe that the most disliked man in the building ‘Gerard Luther’ wouldn’t be in a comfortable position. But look at him at 2nd!” The Hostage notices the judge is doing well enough.

“The entire group is dogpiling on him, yet he’s still above the mean. He would’ve been on top under other circumstances. But he has to keep trying if he likes smack talking!” Uwikar analyzes.

“Right! How are things with Group B? The so-called group of death? What a terrible word to use to describe them! I hope nobody uses it to describe me! Haha!” Hostage is taking over the main host role.

“Good one! What was rumored to be the toughest has been pretty much decided! Johnny Ando holds the biggest substantial lead in the entire competition. He played it risky, and it paid off.” Uwikar explains.

“I heard Jeff Jefferson almost outsmarted him. What happened?” The Hostage asks.

“In poker, luck is as important as a sound strategy! With the lowest odds, that fifth card threw a wrench into his plans, and led Ando as a sole leader! Then he relentlessly focused on him to leave Double J with little room to breathe. Some say Ando will be everyone’s target to gun down next round.”

“Uff, suffering from success. I suffer enough in my position! How are things going in Group C?” Host-age wants to know more!

“In this group anything can happen! Conti is leading but the advantage is minimal! I say anything, but clearly the Knight won’t get his Excalibur! There’s no way for him to overturn the odds! It’s as likely as Ando losing his lead!” Uwikar chuckles.

“My condolences, Sir Victorious. I hope you don’t have to utter those words about me soon! Now to the final Group, Group D! A two-horse race, it seems!” The Poker Night’s Host-age moves the discussion on.

>>5745406

“I wouldn’t be too sure, Sewel Scott is a known choker. But who knows? Tonight might be his night!” Uwikar nods to himself.

“All I know is that I don’t want it to be mine! Haha!” The Host-age chuckles nervously.

“And do you know whose night this isn’t? Martin Helmaer! He’s playing objectively terrible!” Uwikar laughs with the co-host. “Now let’s return to the field to watch the games going on!”

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>>5745408

Back to your table, you decide to play it slow and controlled to choke every person in this table for their precious air (chips). Victory is all but confirmed. All 4 have more or less the same pitiful amount of life. If anything, Double J surviving at this point is a testament to his skill. And you play it slowly and don’t bet every round. The old men at the table struggle to come to terms with their defeat…

“T-There’s no way! There’s no fuckin’ way!” Rob Banks is failing his sensitivity training! “This kid has us all by the balls! By the nuts! BY THE PING PONGS! Fuck, fuck, FUCK!”

“While inappropriate, I understand how you feel, Mr. Banks. Hahaha!” Mr. Hogg takes defeat well.

“My granddaughter warned me about his skills, yet I refuse to listen…” Jun Spice feels the weight of his hubris.

“Well, gentlemen, I believe it’s time for us to call it quits.” Mr. Hogg is ready to surrender as he stands up.

“Hold your tongue please and sit down, Hogg.” Jun Spice holds your guardian’s arm. “Young Ando, could you indulge this old man with a proposition outside the rules?”

“Go ahead, sir.” Huh-oh, you can’t refuse because you decided to be a goody-two-shoes to honor Bradford.

“I want us four to bet together as one party. Combining our amounts in an effort to defeat you.” Jun Spice proposes.

“Oh my. That’s a bold idea.” Mr. Hogg didn’t see this one coming.

“Huh?! Ya want us to work together, Spice?! Did your brain fry while we were playing or what?!” Rob Banks doesn’t believe it.

“What else do you propose we do? It’s this or plain surrender.” Jun Spice glares back at the policeman.

“Huh?! And who’s going to play the hand?!” Rob Banks demands answers.

“The Youth.” Jun Spice places his tokens by Double J’s pile. This almost makes him react faster than a sloth. Almost.

“Not him! Anyone BUT him!” Rob Banks doesn’t believe in Double J.

“He managed to survive with so little resources for so long. He’s the best player between us, and the younglings are always full of surprises, we’re being beaten by one.” The Former Spy Dragon points out.

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>>5745409

“I accept this proposition. I believe in you, Mr. Jefferson.” Mr. Hogg places his chips on Double J’s shoulders.

“It’s easier to play with more players at the table…” Double J points out that this isn’t that beneficial.

“And you’ll get as many tokens as we have and lose, Young Ando hasn’t given us an inch.” Jun Spice points out.

“Blah! Go do your worst, kid! Like you always do.” Rob Banks relents and places his little coins to the pile.

“I don’t like this…” Double J is bothered by the pressure. “I don’t like when people lean on me…”

“It’s called being an adult, you lazy shit.” Rob Banks barks back. “How many times have I told ya?! I can’t retire leaving lazy asses like you with the job!”

“You’ll retire if I win…?” Double J is interested.

“No, you maggot! But would it kill you if you gave a shit?!” Rob Banks gets mad.

“Banks, please, it’s a game for leisure.” Mr. Hogg calms the policeman down.

“Kid doesn’t care about people, money, or honor. It drives me nuts! And that one still has me by ‘em! Let me be MAD!” Rob Banks feels entitled to his fury.

“I understand your frustration to a point. But this isn’t healthy.” Mr. Hogg reasons with the irritated cop.

“I recognize your skills, young one.” Jun Spice addresses Double J without looking at him. “Put up a fight and it’ll be enough for us.”

“…” Double J takes a look at the former assassin, brings out a drink from his pocket, drinks a bit, then he looks at you. “Oi, Johnny… Bring your best.”

>>What do you do?

>Defeat Double J. [Easy Roll] [All Aptitudes Needed]
>Write In.

>>Someone you want to cheer on?

>Billy Buonanotte.
>Craig Harris.
>Sewel Scott.
>Mr. Robert Conti
>Roger Jackson.
>Richard Wright.
>Gerard Luther.
>Gonzalo Gonzales.
>Xavi Molina.
>Rooke Knightly.
>Kevin Nguyen.
>Jerome Denton.
>Dr. Imminenté Calamity.
>Nah.

>>5745410
>>Defeat Double J. [Easy Roll] [All Aptitudes Needed]
>Dr. Imminenté Calamity.

>>5745410
>Defeat Double J. [Easy Roll] [All Aptitudes Needed]
>Kevin Nguyen.
Our megane brother and neighbor...

>>5745410
>Defeat Double J. [Easy Roll] [All Aptitudes Needed]
>Dr. Imminenté Calamity.
The good doctor is probably one of my favorite characters.

>>5745421
He's been there for Johnny since thread 1, or at least right near the quest's start so many years ago. He deserves all the love he gets

>>5745410
>Defeat Double J. [Easy Roll] [All Aptitudes Needed]
>Dr. Imminenté Calamity.

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>>5745418
>>5745419
>>5745421
>>5745427


We'll cheer on the doc, and destroy Double J!

Please Roll 1d100, best of 5!

Rolled 70 (1d100)

>>5745430

Rolled 26 (1d100)

>>5745430
He spooks everybody into letting him win lol

>>5745430
Im sorry Jumble Juice, vut yu going down!

Rolled 42 (1d100)

>>5745430

Rolled 10 (1d100)

>>5745430

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“I always do my best.” You adjust your glasses. Double J nods back. With Mr. Hogg as the dealer, the potential final hand of the group is played.

The cards are drawn. Double J folds quickly, losing the minimum. Again the playing cards are shuffled, and delivered. Double J doesn’t fold this time, but you do, bringing things as they started. You’re in a stalemate.

Third time's the charm, both players accept their odds. The three main cards are shown in the middle of the table. None of you give a facial hint about your luck, but continue pursuing by matching each other's bets. Next card is shown, Double J instantly goes all in. You match the bet. In truth, you have a decent hand, so this is as safe as it gets.

The pressure rises as the final card is unveiled. You show yours without fanfare. Double J reveals his and cannot match you. The last card was the decider. Both of you have pairs. Your kings turned comfy for a moment as they were responsible for disposing of the Double Jacks.

>Group B is yours!

“For fuck’s sake!” Rob Banks damns his luck.

“It’s fine, Banks!” Mr. Hogg tries to calm down the corrupt cop. “It was a thriller to watch. Congratulations, Johnny! And best of luck in the finals! You’re representing us all.”

“Thank you!” You smile back.

“That specific pair? That's the reason you sacrificed it all?” Jun Spice looks at the pair of Jacks.

“Hahehahe… Yeah.” Double J chuckles upon showing how childish he is to the world.

“T-This kid! This fucking kid! Fuckin’ bastard! He always fucks around!” Rob Banks starts laughing instead of crying. Or maybe, he actually finds it funny. “Whatever! The right kid won! Good luck to you, you bastard! I’ll be cheering for your ass!” Rob Banks wants you to win now.

“Sometimes I forget the youth can be quite immature...” Jun Spice doesn’t mind though.

“Johnny…” Double J wants your attention. “Win the whole thing… So I can pretend I got second twice in a row…” That’s as much endorsement as you’ll get from him.

“I’m not going to choke, I’m not Sewel.” You shrug.

“I HEARD THAT!” Sewel shouts from his table. He’s sensitive about his track record…

“Well played, Young Ando. I bet my granddaughter that you wouldn’t win today, so perhaps, do falter at the end.” Wait. Did Jun Spice do this whole charade to try to stop you somehow for money?! “I’m jesting. Not about the bet, that is very real. Anyhow, I don’t say good luck to other competitors when skill is all that matters. But taking into consideration the game, I thereby must. Good luck.” Who would’ve thought that the Spices are so salty…?

“Thanks, Sir.” You feel like you’re graduating instead of playing poker…

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>>5745534

>>[[[The Cahill Report: Poker Edition]]]<<

“It’s time for another update, ladies and gentlemen. I’m still tied up, and this is Uwikar ‘The Hurricane’ Cahill! I thought I’d never see you again, sir.” The Host-age introduces the segment back!

“Yeah! This excitement isn’t for the faint of heart! But I’m here still!” Uwikar cackles as he thought his co-host was doing a fat joke.

“Any life-threatening developments in Group A?” The man of the ropes wonders.

“We got our first elimination from this group as Denton says goodbye to the competition. Luther took him out, and now he’s leading the pack. The villain is taking over and has a sizable lead.” The lawyer acts like he’s reading an autopsy report.

“Things were looking pretty dire in Group B, how are they faring? Much better? Is having hope possible in this place?” The co-host wonders from the bottom of his heart.

“Quite the contrary! Johnny Ando has managed to wipe out the entire group, becoming the tournament favorite! Not even with everyone teaming up could they make a dent in his lead! I wonder how he will react with a target on his back?” Uwikar talks about the massacre.

“I assure you nobody likes having that! Haha!” The Host-age wants to cry. “Speaking of odds of dying, Group C had a man on the verge of passing to another realm if he wasn’t careful! How is the group faring now?”

“Still pretty even, but with Victorious Calamity managing to escape the claws of defeat and overturning a huge deficit, at the expense of Conti, who had a major fall! Bad plays accumulate, and the Math Teacher couldn’t figure out the equation! Now the two knights are guarding the top of the standings!” Uwikar reports. “Everyone is still alive in this group!”

“That’s beautiful to hear *sniffs*…” The Host-age gets emotional. “Let’s move on to the final group.”

“Group D is still being led by Sewel! No chokes yet! But you never know! And we’re sad to announce that Helmaer has hit rock bottom and is out of the competition! He was probably the worst performing player in the entire tournament, somehow managing to lose before Group B did.” Uwikar doesn’t pull any punches. “It’s time to return to the field once again!”


You won earlier than anybody expected. You’re watching over Dr. Calamity’s table (Group D) to silently cheer him on. This will boost him, but will he manage to win with this support? You feel like the following Uwikar report will be the last…

>>What do you do?

>Look at the time, it’s time for Sewel to throw his lead away as he always does.
>You noticed Mr. Conti is about to cheat, stop him!
>Touch your trusty little pocket again near Gerard for no reason…
>Tell Dr. Calamity that you believe in him! Use the power of corniness to help!
>Write In.

(Last Reply of the Day, we finish the thread tomorrow!)

>>5745535
>You noticed Mr. Conti is about to cheat, stop him!
I want one of the knights to make it to the end, if not my boy Richard

>>5745535
>>You noticed Mr. Conti is about to cheat, stop him!

>>5745534
The comfy King must return fully one day when we decide to hang out with Double J for the ultimate comfy thread

>>5745726
King Comfy (Johnny) and Jack Comfy (Double J) together... but who will be Queen Comfy and Knight Comfy?

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You avert your eyes for a couple of seconds from Dr. Calamity’s table to watch, in horror, how your great honorable principal is shamelessly trying to cheat. The pathetic excuse for an educator knows no low road he didn’t like, and he’ll cross them like a king! But you cannot look away from such a transgression! No, you must raise your voice and call out this injustice!

“Mr. Conti. What are you doing?” You get close to the Group C table. He has 3 cards in hand! That’s illegal!

“Is there an issue?” Victor is matching the math teacher’s bet.

“A-Ando, I have no idea what you’re speaking of!” Mr. Conti tries to hide the extra card under his sleeve. “Please ignore him, we have a game to continue!”

“Come clean, Conti.” You won’t say a word more.

“Mr. Ando, you’ll have to wait for the finals if you wish to speak to me… Can’t you tell I’m busy?!” Mr. Conti is trying really hard not to lose his cool.

Rooke creates a regular-sized pawn piece with his powers. He gently blows on it. The pawn clashes with the math teacher’s hand, forcing him to drop the card he was hiding.

“T-This isn’t what it looks like…!” Mr. Conti is acting like a fraud.

“Another card?” Kevin inspects it. “That only could mean he...”

“He’s cheating.” Richard sighs.

“What happened here, Mr. Detective? Why didn’t you notice it?” Rooke isn’t impressed by the policeman’s ability.

“I did.” Richard doesn’t care. “He isn’t proficient at it, and even worked against his own interests. His attention was placed more on the tricks than the game. I’d bet good money that he would’ve fared better if he played clean.”

“Sounds like excuses to me.” Rooke doesn’t buy it as he laughs.

“But he did not. Justice shall be imparted.” Victor will bring the hammer of justice down on Conti.

“My hand was forced! I was denied what was rightfully mine! Don’t act like you wouldn’t do this in my place!” Mr. Conti smashes the table with one hand.

“I… actually have little idea of what you mean, Mr. Conti.” Kevin adjusts his glasses.

“None of us do.” Richard crosses his arms.

“A real detective would’ve figured it out, just saying.” Rooke shrugs. The Ace defective rolls his eyes.

“Why, Mr. Ando?! Why do you deny me?! Why don’t you believe I’m worthy of the treasure?! My entire life I have fought for this moment?! So tell me WHY?!” Mr. Conti is being all dramatic.

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>>5746227

So, why?

>>How do you respond?

>“You haven’t earned a thing. This is not the way.” Act like you’re wise beyond your years.
>“Because it’s funny.” Be mean.
>“It’s not actually my treasure. I don’t have it and I don’t care.” Shrug. Conti deluded himself into whatever he’s doing.
>“Uhm, I just pointed out that you’re cheating, nothing else…” You don’t have a grand reason.
>“Take him out, Victor.” You won’t dignify him with an answer.
>Write In.

>>5746229
>>“Uhm, I just pointed out that you’re cheating, nothing else…” You don’t have a grand reason.

>>5746229
Backing >>5746232

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“Uhm, I just pointed out that you’re cheating, nothing else…” You shrug. There’s no grand reason.

“No!!!!! I have done everything I’ve had to! You must have a well-thought-out argument! It cannot be irrational! The numbers must line up! The equation must function! It must be arithmetically sound! I demand an actual explanation!” Conti is losing his mind. You don’t think he ever had it, but now it’s on another continent.

“He has morals, Conti. It’s not deeper than that.” Mr. Hogg appears to back you up.

“It’s illogical! That’s what it is!” Conti doesn’t take it. “It must be bigger than this! He’s denying me at heaven’s gate!”

“A supposed supporter of combat sports who doesn’t understand the importance of sportsmanship is nothing but a weak-minded imbecile.” Jun Spice shakes his head.

“That’s it…?” It’s dawning on Mr. Conti. “That’s all there is to it…? A simple equation…?”

“Yup.” You nod.

“N-No…….” Mr. Conti’s soul has left his body as he collapses on his chair.


But Group C isn’t done yet …

“It’s time to impart justice.” Victor demands the game move on. “Let’s evenly split Dirty Rob’s tokens.”

“He has 11 tokens, we can’t split this evenly.” Kevin points out.

“I have a… proposition! I’ll take two instead. My fellow combatants, you need all the help you can get.” Victor hands everyone 3 tokens.

“We’re even, Victorious. Not the best strategy.” Richard wants Victor to know he put himself into a bad position.

“The entire playfield is.” Rooke grins from ear to ear. “Would ya look at that?! Isn’t that fun?!”

“You’re still last.” Richard points out.

“Thanks for pointing it out, Double Dick. Anything else you want us to know? Like that the moon comes out at night or something?” Rooke pulls the detective’s leg.

“We have a full moon tonight?” Kevin wants to check. “I have a telescope if you guys want to look at it later!”

"The moon is shining tonight, baby..." A crestfallen Billy says because he lost.

“Nobody asked you.” Richard says dryly.

“Ya know, that sounds rather lovely. Moon out there or not.” Rooke doesn’t mind the idea.

“Me and my brother always gaze upon the stars. I’d like to join.” Victor is excited.

“It doesn’t sound bad to me. Let’s conclude the game first.” Richard calls for everyone to pay attention.

Now all the groups are being decided…

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>>5746335

>>[[[The Cahill Report: Poker Edition]]]<<

“We have the results, ladies and gentlemen. We’re back with Uwikar ‘The Hurricane’ Cahill, and I’m in danger.” The Hostage welcomes the imaginary audience to the segment.

“Hello, danger! It’s me, Uwikar! It’s nice to be with you one final time!” Uwikar chuckles at his dad joke.

“Haha! Good one! I hope it’s not my final time…” Rooke’s Hostage clears his throat. “How did things end with Group A?”

“It was a long-drawn out battle, but Gerard Luther earned the top position against all odds! Things ended between him and Roger Jackson, but the terrorism is always a little too much for the police force!” Uwikar announces the results.

“I hope things don’t end like that for me! Or for a while at least! Group B was decided in the last report, so let’s move on to Group C!” The Host-age wants to bring the news as efficiently as possible.

“The most competitive group of the entire night, and it went out with a bang! He saw himself at the bottom at the very start, but Victorious Calamity does good to his name and snatches victory at the very end. What an incredible effort!” Uwikar acts all excited. “This is what this sport is all about! If you ignore that Robert Conti tried to cheat, but he was caught and humiliated!”

“Too late for me to not be caught, haha! Now Group D! The leading man plummeted out of the competition, but how did the rest do?” The Host-Age asks out loud.

“In a beautiful show of sportsmanship. The last two gladiators, evenly matched, went all-in with the last hand! And Boom! Dr. Imminenté Calamity took the group! But relinquished his spot to his rival, Gonzalo Gonzales for the finals.” Uwikar explains how hype it was. “In his words, the good doctor felt like he lucked out and wanted the best player of the two in the final round! A deep friendship formed in front of our eyes! So here we go!”

“Makes one emotional, doesn’t it? Actual camaraderie, I wonder how it feels.” Host-age feels personally hollow but professionally fulfilled! “With that, we have all four finalists!”

“Indeed: Gerard Luther, Johnny Ando, Victorious Calamity, and Gonzalo Gonzales will face each other in the decider for the Bradford Memorial Poker Tournament!” Uwikar claps.

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>>5746336

“They’ll be using those 250 tokens they earned for the final stage! They will be carrying the spirit of every individual they have faced tonight to honor the memory of the Sumo kid.” The Host-age explains. “Shame this last round will have fewer participants, but all more deserving.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that, my dear co-host!” Uwikar adjusts his glasses with malevolent intent.

“W-What do you mean?” The Host-age doesn’t understand what’s going on.

“There’s a fifth participant, a new challenger one might say, as previously agreed upon with the actual host of the evening… That person is ME.” Uwikar stands up with might and presence. “Are you prepared?!”

“No, I’m not, sir. But I wish you luck!” The Host-age salutes with his feet.

“It was rhetorical, my friend. And thank you. That’s the end of the report, Ladies and gentlemen.” Uwikar will join the final table.

The final round will be you, Gerard Luther, Victorious Calamity, Bodyguard Gonzales, and Uwikar Cahill… And that will be the next thread! Thanks for playing and voting! See you next time!

>>5746338
Feels good to be playing Poker Night again after so fucking long

>>5746338
Thank you for running QM!

>>5746344
It really is.

>>5746338
Very good thread

>>5746344
I hope the events after are as cool as last time