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A Hellfish flys again! ( a Simpsons X DVV CK2 Quest)
- Thread starter Ranger65
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MrWealthman
Filthy Capitalist
- Location
- Deep in the piles of cash.
Soooo when's the relationship info gonna be updated for the people of Springfield?
Lifeandlice
Practitioning side-character
- Location
- Usa
The Only Thing I Know for Real
Lena POV
Running through the woods though she may be, Lena would personally say she was on something of a high note at the moment. Sure her grin might look like something out of a slasher and her feathers might be kinda ruffled and singed and stained but it had worked. Her ritual had worked!
Her The old man was getting on in years. That much was obvious to everyone, so when he asked his little cabal of magicians and wizards for help alleviating some of the issues they were all more surprised that he hadn't been looking for immortality outright than that the order had actually come down.
It has been kinda nerve wracking honestly. Crumbs had disappeared near as quickly as the papers hit his desk, off to go check on some plants he had back home or something he said. Rotwood wasn't exactly a great spellcaster, Moe didn't think any VooDoo he knew would help, and Hunter actually couldn't cast any magic as far as she knew.
That left her, Lena the half trained shadow duck, with the sketchy backing of Hunters... situation ship partner(was that even a term?), to actually direct and get things done.
It wasn't easy, and what they'd come up with wasn't exactly the prettiest of solutions with all the hell-fire and blood signs they'd needed, but even with all of them breaking off on their own to try and 'proofread' it they couldn't really find a reason it shouldn't work. So they presented it, listed what all they needed andMr Old Man Simpson had just said he trusted them and gave them his card to buy what they couldn't grab on their own.
Well first he had given them a loyalty yogurt card, and then something to do with bricklaying, and then finally his card but well, that was just how he is. Or how he was...maybe. The ritual didn't really need outside help once started.
Though given how much it did need in materials, conditions, and effort on their part maybe she should be less pleased that she didn't have to chant in ciphered latin and more upset she didn't get a free foot rub from the whole deal. Meh, Abe could pony up for that after all the work they did.
A new moon on the first of the month, a few slivers of silver and gold intertwined into stakes topped with Selenite and Citrine in an altering pattern planted into certain points in a natural clearing, and two whole courts of magic blood slowly and painstakingly painted by hand to connect each of those points with lines of runes further emblazoned by sparks of hellfire.
The magic blood had, not so shockingly, been the hardest part to put together. Originally they had been supposed to meet an honest to goodness unicorn to run and set up a deal but the fancy pants hadn't even bothered to show up. Luckily, and in a move she couldn't really believe given he practiced VooDoo of all things, Moe offered his. She didn't push, none of them did, but he did offer something about debts owed. Worked for her!
He had earned some serious cool points from her for that one, and she had already decided she was going to pay him a visit whenever he got out of Frinks' lab to double check he was feeling alright. Magic could help somewhat but they didn't want to risk potentially devaluing the sacrifice he had made. Magic could be finicky like that.
Her thoughts were harpies screeching in circles. Mentally, she shooed them into a book and closed them into the pages. They could be dealt with later, way later. Her hands ached and eyes were way too strained to look at any book, metaphorical or otherwise.
For now, she was almost upon her goal. Goals. Whatever. Lena burst from the bushes with excitement that bordered on mania, and started speaking before she could even really appreciate their faces.
"Webs! Mona! Come on, I can explain on the way. Clearing is further in than we wanted and ritual is already underway. Oh quit screaming, I know you aren't that scared." Lena's grim started getting a little less snug, sure she spooked them but she wasn't really trying to be quiet.
"Lena! Wh-why are you bleeding!-" Weeby's continued words, always so many, fell back in her head. Not ignored, never ignored, just put back till she could look at 'em later. Right, the blood and burn marks. She, uh, forgot.
A part of her that sounded older whispered that she wasn't used to people caring. Shouldn't get used to it.
A hand set itself on the top of her head gently. Mona's presence brought her back to earth from…wherever it was Lena had been going. Lena tried to hold back the flinch, but given the weirdly deliberately slow way Mona pulled back she didn't think she did a good job.
what else should she expect, the voice whispered. Lena never did anything right.
Lena pushed the swirl in her head away, long and detailed projects were always draining. She just needed some rest.
and this time she won't lay awake, dreading an absence that could appear at any time, that would upend her entire world again.
"I'm fine. We're all fine. I promise, okay Webs?" Her words were gentle and touched and rough and gritty all at once. A whole new swirl of emotions, not all bad though not all good, added themselves to the ones already swirling in her. Her grin was stretched annoyingly tight again, and she didn't want to- she wasn't-"Oh yeah you too Mona, of course. The old man should be fine. More than fine! Might actually be a little weird to call him Old Man now that I think about it…"
and of course that made her feel weird too. Sometimes it felt like she couldn't catch a break but…for some reason she didn't think she was minding it here lately.
Mona was looking at her strangely and Lena knew she wasn't socially capable enough to parse all of it. It was tentatively happy though, she thought she could catch that.
"I'm not sure about that dear. Now, why don't we walk back to this clearing hm? I don't know if my old bones could keep up with you two anymore." Mona wasn't even trying to be subtle, she must really look worn out. Something like guilt crawled in her, she didn't mean to worry them.
"Yeah, alright, sure. Let me tell you two about how amazing I am…and the rest of the team I guess."
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A Man(?)'s POV
Not for the first time Abe Simpson awoke to darkness and flame. conflicting memories crashed like an avalanche
In a place past thought and instinct, beyond his flesh itself, he began taking the situation in. the fabric of his existence once stretched taut suddenly snapped back
Back to what?
The smell of iron and protein, and sugar. Blood, sickeningly sweet blood.
Knowledge he didn't know yet pushed into information he had long forgotten, a desperate rush to fill in the situation. To fill in a vessel that could no longer hold it.
Crackling flames dance at the edge of his hearing, close and far and beneath him all at once. The grin of an old lover, the pulse of a beating poison heart, the roar and snarl of dead friends and enemies alike traced in the sound.
Not Enough. Too Much.
His eyes opened, his breathing had changed too much for anyone worth their salt to not notice and he needed to know more.
He was...he was...Abe. He was Abe. But what was Abe? Order began to assert, a structure no matter how shaken.
A dark moon beheld the earth, no visible stars shown from behind the clouds of a still sleeping storm that dare not approach the new moon and its first watch. In the corners of his vision metal glinted in the light of the flames he heard, precious metals. Worthless to him. The flames, by God the flames-
A billion, billion eyes started down at a child writhing in his fathers hands. Watching. Taking notes. Asking for more demonstrations. Orville Simpson, his father, was all too happy to oblige them, these men of learning.
The flames burned at his vision, drying his vision of something that wasn't water and couldn't be touched but that he could feel all too distinctly. Abe Simpson tore his eyes away as he saw his mother's eyes stare back at him through them, as the burning sensation began to grow and spread behind his eyes and into his head and down his spine.
A young man, let loose upon a world like a roaming beast. Song soothed the beast into a boy and tunes sprang from his lips until music was lost to him. The boy, thinking himself a man, found his vices in women and lies.
Body, both fluid and imprecise, responded to an oaken will. He expected pain, limited movement, perhaps even a coating of blood and viscera. He found nothing, an ease of movement that he had no reason to not expect his body to be capable of but still shocked him to his core.
Fumbling and blind, the vices grew and grew until the boy became a heartbreaker. A thief. Shames without recount, a run in with figures small and large. A stranger, a face he never remembered after that night, offered him something else. Something more. A chance, a last desperate offer to turn the course the boy had short sightedly plotted for himself. He didn't know why he took it. Still doesn't. He couldn't imagine he would still be Abe Simpson if he had not. He, the boy, the man, Abe Simpson became what he truly was then. A Soldie-
"Oh herr Simpson! Finally awake i-"
Something that was, had already been, and was yet to be screamed inside him as he sent his body into movement. One hand gripped the wrist, resistance that gave and required yet more force to keep from slipping. The other halfway up the arm, pushing up with a short sharp movement.
The rest of the throw followed only moments behind the critical disabling. Glasses fell, he caught them before they hit the ground. A look that burned with its intensity scanned the Nazi quickly. He didn't recognize the outfit, but he knew learned men when he saw them.
A whimper crawled out of the corpse that didn't have the decency to know it was dead yet. Abe had no time to grant it as he focused on the brainiacs guards.
He cursed the slipping of his mind as he counted only two, a man and a boy. He would've sworn it was three, maybe four, but he didn't know why. Something tingled in the back of his head. He pushed it all down, into a compact box for the neverafter that was the next critical moments. He couldn't afford mistakes they might cause.
The boy was strong, well muscled and obviously trained but just a boy. More importantly he was afraid. The boy must know him then. Good maybe he won't have to hurt him too badly.
The other man was a Scot, red and strong and angry. Already rushing forward, an elk in rut bounding towards the predator in their midst. It didn't make sense, the Scots weren't enemies last he knew. What he did or did not know wouldn't stop what was, and so down it went.
He moved forward, no true time to build up the speed to meet the scot who already began to shift his weight more forward for a strike. He opted instead for a slower, more stable tread to steal the distance and help him keep a more stable profile. Shaken as he was, he felt alive in a way that almost brought him to his knees with an old longing finally fulfilled.
His opponent slammed a foot into the ground and threw a haymaker that practically flew for his body. It would've crashed into his ribs with the force of a baseball bat, maybe even hurt his liver enough to lay him out despite the shit aim. A slightly longer step than before brought him right past the extension of the Scots arm and into a guard that didn't even exist.
"Strong. Maybe even as much as me." Abe found himself sneering. He hoped they didn't take it as a compliment. "Don't mean nothin though."
An uppercut slammed into the bottom of the Scots chin, an elbow to the chest following after. The sharp crack of the man's nose meeting Abe's forehead finally put the momentum fully in his favor and three short jabs to the face toppled the beast of a man.
Something ugly swam in his chest. Shame? Disgust? Why?
"Tough too. Unfortunately for you, I'm just better." This...wasn't right, he didn't talk during fights like this. He barely talked like this at all. He needed to get out of here, establish base.
"What a shame. Strong and tough with a good edge of ferocity. I could've admired you but look where you are now." His thoughts meant nothing to himself as his mouth ran forward still. He was a drowning man who was finally able to breathe.
The boy was finally beginning to move. He'd give him a moment to surrender, but shaking as it was there was steel in that spine.
"Come on kid, don't make this worse than it needs to be. Let me walk and this won't need to get any worse."
Abe almost felt bad, the boy was a turbine in a hurricane. He put on a strong air, tried to fall back on whatever training and strength he had been given but you couldn't bullshit a bullshitter. His father had literally written the book on how to tell when a child fears you, on how to make them fear you even more.
Abe stepped forward and out to the side casually, taking his legs out of the Scots reach and started to pick which way he'd go. He had time, moments perhaps but the scot needed to raise and the boy needed to gather himself.
"H-h-hunter the ritual, it-I-his mi-mind! We can-n-n't let him escAPE!" The Nazi shouted from behind him. Those precious moments he had were ground into nothing with the turning of the wheel. Wonderful. Forcing a rictus grin Abe leered.
"Hunter," A name? A title? Reducing a child into nothing but a role sounds like something they'd do. "why don't you learn the lesson your 'friends' don't seem to have and get out of here? I'm feeling generous and don't feel like breaking you anymore than you already have been today."
It wasn't going to work but Abe was expecting that now. Something about rituals, his mind, flames that burned at his very eyes, and finally blood. He felt terrible and hollow, a burning wicker man full of hornets screaming in tongues, as it all began to piece together. The Nazis actually did find a way to consort with demons. The scot was shambling into a standing position, now off to his left with the weirdo occult scientist behind him.
Their voices rose trying to be heard, to make him listen but he blocked them out in favor of running through what was, what he had, what he saw, and heard, and could feel.
The fire had disappeared though he could feel its warmth and still heard its haunted crackling below. Above the storm rolled, thunder booming as it finally broke. Thick heavy drops slapped the ground audibly with every impact. Perfect, the angels could weep for the poor souls they'd already taken and cry victory for the ones he'd stop from ever having to face their ritual.
Abraham Simpson, leader of the flying Hellfish cracked his neck. "Fine then, I'll just have to tear my way out. Though I guess a fair warning to you too Scottie, next time you get up will be when I bounce your body off the dirt. Dead or alive, don't let there be a third."
Fist raised and heart racing with a terror and rage that wasn't his own he pushed forward, taking away the initiative "Now come on! This is what I live for! Show me a good time!"
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In a clearing in the woods once painted with blood, true violence descended for the first time. A groundskeeper and a boy guard, raw and strong in equal measure, stood in defiant awe and terror of the one who had followed his path to its ends and stood once more in the prime of being. A soldier, a relentless force of war in flesh, beyond the limits of their ability. Behind them, a humble teacher who's proud heritage and earnest desire to do good had innocently doomed them without fault, desperately scrambling for a way to contact some sort of salvation. To correct what he saw as his mistake.
Above, the heavens wept. Below, the flames cackled.
Elsewhere, near and far all at once, a girl leisurely dragged her closest companion and the (ex-?)wife of the man s
he was not yet ready to admit seeing as a father to see what she had wrought with efforts she had personally headed.
Lena POV
Running through the woods though she may be, Lena would personally say she was on something of a high note at the moment. Sure her grin might look like something out of a slasher and her feathers might be kinda ruffled and singed and stained but it had worked. Her ritual had worked!
It has been kinda nerve wracking honestly. Crumbs had disappeared near as quickly as the papers hit his desk, off to go check on some plants he had back home or something he said. Rotwood wasn't exactly a great spellcaster, Moe didn't think any VooDoo he knew would help, and Hunter actually couldn't cast any magic as far as she knew.
That left her, Lena the half trained shadow duck, with the sketchy backing of Hunters... situation ship partner(was that even a term?), to actually direct and get things done.
It wasn't easy, and what they'd come up with wasn't exactly the prettiest of solutions with all the hell-fire and blood signs they'd needed, but even with all of them breaking off on their own to try and 'proofread' it they couldn't really find a reason it shouldn't work. So they presented it, listed what all they needed and
Well first he had given them a loyalty yogurt card, and then something to do with bricklaying, and then finally his card but well, that was just how he is. Or how he was...maybe. The ritual didn't really need outside help once started.
Though given how much it did need in materials, conditions, and effort on their part maybe she should be less pleased that she didn't have to chant in ciphered latin and more upset she didn't get a free foot rub from the whole deal. Meh, Abe could pony up for that after all the work they did.
A new moon on the first of the month, a few slivers of silver and gold intertwined into stakes topped with Selenite and Citrine in an altering pattern planted into certain points in a natural clearing, and two whole courts of magic blood slowly and painstakingly painted by hand to connect each of those points with lines of runes further emblazoned by sparks of hellfire.
The magic blood had, not so shockingly, been the hardest part to put together. Originally they had been supposed to meet an honest to goodness unicorn to run and set up a deal but the fancy pants hadn't even bothered to show up. Luckily, and in a move she couldn't really believe given he practiced VooDoo of all things, Moe offered his. She didn't push, none of them did, but he did offer something about debts owed. Worked for her!
He had earned some serious cool points from her for that one, and she had already decided she was going to pay him a visit whenever he got out of Frinks' lab to double check he was feeling alright. Magic could help somewhat but they didn't want to risk potentially devaluing the sacrifice he had made. Magic could be finicky like that.
Her thoughts were harpies screeching in circles. Mentally, she shooed them into a book and closed them into the pages. They could be dealt with later, way later. Her hands ached and eyes were way too strained to look at any book, metaphorical or otherwise.
For now, she was almost upon her goal. Goals. Whatever. Lena burst from the bushes with excitement that bordered on mania, and started speaking before she could even really appreciate their faces.
"Webs! Mona! Come on, I can explain on the way. Clearing is further in than we wanted and ritual is already underway. Oh quit screaming, I know you aren't that scared." Lena's grim started getting a little less snug, sure she spooked them but she wasn't really trying to be quiet.
"Lena! Wh-why are you bleeding!-" Weeby's continued words, always so many, fell back in her head. Not ignored, never ignored, just put back till she could look at 'em later. Right, the blood and burn marks. She, uh, forgot.
A part of her that sounded older whispered that she wasn't used to people caring. Shouldn't get used to it.
A hand set itself on the top of her head gently. Mona's presence brought her back to earth from…wherever it was Lena had been going. Lena tried to hold back the flinch, but given the weirdly deliberately slow way Mona pulled back she didn't think she did a good job.
what else should she expect, the voice whispered. Lena never did anything right.
Lena pushed the swirl in her head away, long and detailed projects were always draining. She just needed some rest.
and this time she won't lay awake, dreading an absence that could appear at any time, that would upend her entire world again.
"I'm fine. We're all fine. I promise, okay Webs?" Her words were gentle and touched and rough and gritty all at once. A whole new swirl of emotions, not all bad though not all good, added themselves to the ones already swirling in her. Her grin was stretched annoyingly tight again, and she didn't want to- she wasn't-"Oh yeah you too Mona, of course. The old man should be fine. More than fine! Might actually be a little weird to call him Old Man now that I think about it…"
and of course that made her feel weird too. Sometimes it felt like she couldn't catch a break but…for some reason she didn't think she was minding it here lately.
Mona was looking at her strangely and Lena knew she wasn't socially capable enough to parse all of it. It was tentatively happy though, she thought she could catch that.
"I'm not sure about that dear. Now, why don't we walk back to this clearing hm? I don't know if my old bones could keep up with you two anymore." Mona wasn't even trying to be subtle, she must really look worn out. Something like guilt crawled in her, she didn't mean to worry them.
"Yeah, alright, sure. Let me tell you two about how amazing I am…and the rest of the team I guess."
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A Man(?)'s POV
Not for the first time Abe Simpson awoke to darkness and flame. conflicting memories crashed like an avalanche
In a place past thought and instinct, beyond his flesh itself, he began taking the situation in. the fabric of his existence once stretched taut suddenly snapped back
Back to what?
The smell of iron and protein, and sugar. Blood, sickeningly sweet blood.
Knowledge he didn't know yet pushed into information he had long forgotten, a desperate rush to fill in the situation. To fill in a vessel that could no longer hold it.
Crackling flames dance at the edge of his hearing, close and far and beneath him all at once. The grin of an old lover, the pulse of a beating poison heart, the roar and snarl of dead friends and enemies alike traced in the sound.
Not Enough. Too Much.
His eyes opened, his breathing had changed too much for anyone worth their salt to not notice and he needed to know more.
He was...he was...Abe. He was Abe. But what was Abe? Order began to assert, a structure no matter how shaken.
A dark moon beheld the earth, no visible stars shown from behind the clouds of a still sleeping storm that dare not approach the new moon and its first watch. In the corners of his vision metal glinted in the light of the flames he heard, precious metals. Worthless to him. The flames, by God the flames-
A billion, billion eyes started down at a child writhing in his fathers hands. Watching. Taking notes. Asking for more demonstrations. Orville Simpson, his father, was all too happy to oblige them, these men of learning.
The flames burned at his vision, drying his vision of something that wasn't water and couldn't be touched but that he could feel all too distinctly. Abe Simpson tore his eyes away as he saw his mother's eyes stare back at him through them, as the burning sensation began to grow and spread behind his eyes and into his head and down his spine.
A young man, let loose upon a world like a roaming beast. Song soothed the beast into a boy and tunes sprang from his lips until music was lost to him. The boy, thinking himself a man, found his vices in women and lies.
Body, both fluid and imprecise, responded to an oaken will. He expected pain, limited movement, perhaps even a coating of blood and viscera. He found nothing, an ease of movement that he had no reason to not expect his body to be capable of but still shocked him to his core.
Fumbling and blind, the vices grew and grew until the boy became a heartbreaker. A thief. Shames without recount, a run in with figures small and large. A stranger, a face he never remembered after that night, offered him something else. Something more. A chance, a last desperate offer to turn the course the boy had short sightedly plotted for himself. He didn't know why he took it. Still doesn't. He couldn't imagine he would still be Abe Simpson if he had not. He, the boy, the man, Abe Simpson became what he truly was then. A Soldie-
"Oh herr Simpson! Finally awake i-"
Something that was, had already been, and was yet to be screamed inside him as he sent his body into movement. One hand gripped the wrist, resistance that gave and required yet more force to keep from slipping. The other halfway up the arm, pushing up with a short sharp movement.
The rest of the throw followed only moments behind the critical disabling. Glasses fell, he caught them before they hit the ground. A look that burned with its intensity scanned the Nazi quickly. He didn't recognize the outfit, but he knew learned men when he saw them.
A whimper crawled out of the corpse that didn't have the decency to know it was dead yet. Abe had no time to grant it as he focused on the brainiacs guards.
He cursed the slipping of his mind as he counted only two, a man and a boy. He would've sworn it was three, maybe four, but he didn't know why. Something tingled in the back of his head. He pushed it all down, into a compact box for the neverafter that was the next critical moments. He couldn't afford mistakes they might cause.
The boy was strong, well muscled and obviously trained but just a boy. More importantly he was afraid. The boy must know him then. Good maybe he won't have to hurt him too badly.
The other man was a Scot, red and strong and angry. Already rushing forward, an elk in rut bounding towards the predator in their midst. It didn't make sense, the Scots weren't enemies last he knew. What he did or did not know wouldn't stop what was, and so down it went.
He moved forward, no true time to build up the speed to meet the scot who already began to shift his weight more forward for a strike. He opted instead for a slower, more stable tread to steal the distance and help him keep a more stable profile. Shaken as he was, he felt alive in a way that almost brought him to his knees with an old longing finally fulfilled.
His opponent slammed a foot into the ground and threw a haymaker that practically flew for his body. It would've crashed into his ribs with the force of a baseball bat, maybe even hurt his liver enough to lay him out despite the shit aim. A slightly longer step than before brought him right past the extension of the Scots arm and into a guard that didn't even exist.
"Strong. Maybe even as much as me." Abe found himself sneering. He hoped they didn't take it as a compliment. "Don't mean nothin though."
An uppercut slammed into the bottom of the Scots chin, an elbow to the chest following after. The sharp crack of the man's nose meeting Abe's forehead finally put the momentum fully in his favor and three short jabs to the face toppled the beast of a man.
Something ugly swam in his chest. Shame? Disgust? Why?
"Tough too. Unfortunately for you, I'm just better." This...wasn't right, he didn't talk during fights like this. He barely talked like this at all. He needed to get out of here, establish base.
"What a shame. Strong and tough with a good edge of ferocity. I could've admired you but look where you are now." His thoughts meant nothing to himself as his mouth ran forward still. He was a drowning man who was finally able to breathe.
The boy was finally beginning to move. He'd give him a moment to surrender, but shaking as it was there was steel in that spine.
"Come on kid, don't make this worse than it needs to be. Let me walk and this won't need to get any worse."
Abe almost felt bad, the boy was a turbine in a hurricane. He put on a strong air, tried to fall back on whatever training and strength he had been given but you couldn't bullshit a bullshitter. His father had literally written the book on how to tell when a child fears you, on how to make them fear you even more.
Abe stepped forward and out to the side casually, taking his legs out of the Scots reach and started to pick which way he'd go. He had time, moments perhaps but the scot needed to raise and the boy needed to gather himself.
"H-h-hunter the ritual, it-I-his mi-mind! We can-n-n't let him escAPE!" The Nazi shouted from behind him. Those precious moments he had were ground into nothing with the turning of the wheel. Wonderful. Forcing a rictus grin Abe leered.
"Hunter," A name? A title? Reducing a child into nothing but a role sounds like something they'd do. "why don't you learn the lesson your 'friends' don't seem to have and get out of here? I'm feeling generous and don't feel like breaking you anymore than you already have been today."
It wasn't going to work but Abe was expecting that now. Something about rituals, his mind, flames that burned at his very eyes, and finally blood. He felt terrible and hollow, a burning wicker man full of hornets screaming in tongues, as it all began to piece together. The Nazis actually did find a way to consort with demons. The scot was shambling into a standing position, now off to his left with the weirdo occult scientist behind him.
Their voices rose trying to be heard, to make him listen but he blocked them out in favor of running through what was, what he had, what he saw, and heard, and could feel.
The fire had disappeared though he could feel its warmth and still heard its haunted crackling below. Above the storm rolled, thunder booming as it finally broke. Thick heavy drops slapped the ground audibly with every impact. Perfect, the angels could weep for the poor souls they'd already taken and cry victory for the ones he'd stop from ever having to face their ritual.
Abraham Simpson, leader of the flying Hellfish cracked his neck. "Fine then, I'll just have to tear my way out. Though I guess a fair warning to you too Scottie, next time you get up will be when I bounce your body off the dirt. Dead or alive, don't let there be a third."
Fist raised and heart racing with a terror and rage that wasn't his own he pushed forward, taking away the initiative "Now come on! This is what I live for! Show me a good time!"
------
In a clearing in the woods once painted with blood, true violence descended for the first time. A groundskeeper and a boy guard, raw and strong in equal measure, stood in defiant awe and terror of the one who had followed his path to its ends and stood once more in the prime of being. A soldier, a relentless force of war in flesh, beyond the limits of their ability. Behind them, a humble teacher who's proud heritage and earnest desire to do good had innocently doomed them without fault, desperately scrambling for a way to contact some sort of salvation. To correct what he saw as his mistake.
Above, the heavens wept. Below, the flames cackled.
Elsewhere, near and far all at once, a girl leisurely dragged her closest companion and the (ex-?)wife of the man s
he was not yet ready to admit seeing as a father to see what she had wrought with efforts she had personally headed.
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- Location
- Germany
An omake Life already teased on the DVV Discord - not bad at all, I daresay.
Speaking of omakes, though - you guys remember this idea of mine from way back when?
A Hellfish flys again! ( a Simpsons X DVV CK2 Quest)
...if I do end up writing that... "Toy Non-Gory omake", I might have Bart´s Toys mention Ralph Wiggum for some reason I still would have to discern just so I can repurpose that "He´s sweet and kind, but he´s got no mind" line from the actual segment in a...*slightly* less dark context...
forums.sufficientvelocity.com
*it´s finally been written and awaiting a last once-over before getting posted - only took me half a year to get to it, I suppose...*
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Probably a bit later to the party with this idea but well...it's been on my mind a long while and wanted to take a stab at...apologies if not the best work though not really that good with writing song format I think.
Also for those unaware this is a shout out to one of the best songs from the Simpsons~
View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MaDhY2OpeR0
Look at all Those Idiots
Deep in the depths of his current lair one Montgomery Burns scowled darkly as he stood with his hands clasped behind his back before barking out a order, "Smithers!" He said with a dark scowl as his loyal assitant and lackey walked out from the shadows with a even look, "Yes sir?"
He questioned as Burns toward to stare at him, "did you manage your task?" Burns asked with a dark gaze full of promise of punishment if he hadn't and fortunately for Smithers who smiled he indeed had accomplished it, "it took some work but we now have eyes successfully everywhere in Springfield."
He reported proudly as Burns gave a pleased nod, "Excellent this will prevent my blasted former sergeant from getting the drop on us....again." The old man muttered out with a bitter scowl, "And hopefully allow us to retrieve some intelligence that we can use to our advantage." He said with a pleased smirk before throwing Smithers a flat look, "So what are you waiting for turn on the surveillance monitors so I can see what this blasted town is up to already!"
He barked causing Smithers to flinch as he quickly pulled a remote out from his jacket, "Yes sir!" He responded and with a press of the button...the dark room was illuminated as numerous television screens turned on right in front of them all of them displaying live footage from across Springfield courtesy of both hidden spy camera carefully planted and a bit of hacking into city's security systems.
And as they looked at all the live footage music seemed to start to play in the background, "Ehh, it's worse than I thought." Burns said gesturing toward the the screens.
Each morning all those fools start the day with smiles of bliss, They trickle through their town as if they haven't a care!
Burns glared hatefully seeing a recording of that fool principal from that rundown school waving his mother goodbye with a actual smile and even waving at the numerous citizens he drove by, looking like he was actually fulfilled in his lot of life instead of a principal who's students were doomed to failure.
They go home to their loved one's waiting with a smile ,They come in to their jobs with spirits on high!
Burns saw many of his former employees heading to the power planet with actual eager looks to get to work and get their duties done, instead of being miserable whiners and oafs like they were when HE was charge. And to add all the more to his fury he saw footage of them returning to their homes content with many of them welcome home by loved ones. Happy as can be when they should be miserable!
I bet they're reeking cheap liquor,They stumble through the day. Never giving a thought to their former honest boss for honest loyalty. Burns breathed a bit heavier as fury began to take hold especially when his eyes fell on the source of all his problems...Abraham Simpson.
I know it shouldn't vex me,I shouldn't take it hard.I should ignore their caperingWith a kingly disregard.But... He turned to look at Smithers with a even flat gaze a gaze full of nothing but wrath and retribution as he exclaimed out, "Look at all those idiots!"
He exclaimed out and as he did so Smithers could of sworn he heard background singers joining in on Mr. Burns song...background singers who's voices carried a demoniac undertone to their voices. While gazing at the monitors Burns was gesturing to displaying all the citizens of Springfield.
From old such as the residents of Springfield retirement home now truly enjoying their retirement, to the proud Mayor Quimby sneaking into a hotel room with a gorgeous woman who was most certainly not his wife, to long standing such as the Simpsons currently enjoying a picnic in the park.
Even to the newer comers one monitor displayed Hans Rotwood talking animatedly with the Kaiser while writing down in a journal, another displayed Mrs. Beakley having what seemed to be a training spar with her granddaughter while Bates watched near by with a arched brow as he sipped some tea, to Mona Simpson laughing with a smile as she talked to the Green family as they showed off their latest produce.
All of that was display and seen by a man who sold his soul to the other whos own soul was among those that were as dark and twisted as they come.
Look at all those idiots
Oh, look at all those boobs
An town full of morons
A society full of fools
Is it any wonder that I'm plotting
plotting my vengeance
"And vengeance will be mine Smithers." Burns said after singing those verse giving a evil smile while glaring at the monitor that displayed the source of all his troubles Abraham Simpsons walking through the city while heading to the park to join the rest of his family.
Being not only joined by that duck girl on his staff but being greeted with adoration and respect by every citizen he passed! Oh it infuriated him! "He thinks i'm done, he thinks i'm cooked~ Well we'll see who has the last laugh when I release the hounds!" Burns sang with a dark cackle.
He throws a huge party for all those fools
On company time!
He rebuilds this dumpster fire of a town after that dome'
And guess who's wealth pays the dime!
The tv monitors flickered showing recorded retrieved footage of all the repairs done over the course of months and how steadily the spirits of Springfield lifted up higher. As well as footage for that grand ol celebration Simpson threw on his rightful dime!
Their blatant thievery wounds me
Their ingratitude astounds!
I long to lure them to my grasp
And then release my wrath!
His mind raced of what he could do once he had his former Sergeant and everyone he cared for in his grasp, because by the time he's done they'll be wishing he had stopped at just the hounds~
I shouldn't grow unsettled
When faced with such abuse
I shouldn't let it plague me!
I shouldn't blow a fuse, but
Look at all those idiots
Oh, look at all those boobs
An town full of morons
A society full of fools
Is it any wonder that I'm plotting
plotting my vengeance
He gave out a dark cackle while Smithers actually looked nervous, "Ah forgive me sir but what is the plan?" His loyal lackey asked with a concerned gaze, "with how things are perhaps falling back out of Springfield to recover our losses and plot another day would be best."
He suggested only to flinch at Burns fury turning toward him, "You mean flee! Run away like a cowardly rat as that buffoon enjoys my wealth, my property, my factory! And has all the morons of this town eating out of his hand!" Burns hollered out the room seeming to shake in his anger, "No...no this ends in Springfield.." Burns gave a dark smile as all the monitors switch the feed to that of Abraham Simpson, "I know he's going to come and I say let him come."
He gave a dark twisted grin, "and he'll soon realize that he's pushed me to my last resort and extreme....and rue the day he ever heard the name Montgomery Burns!" He declared with a mad laugh before wrapping things up in one final sung line.
Look at all those idiots
Oh, look at all those boobs
An town full of morons
A society full of fools
Is it any wonder that I'm singing
singing their doom~
Also for those unaware this is a shout out to one of the best songs from the Simpsons~
View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MaDhY2OpeR0
Look at all Those Idiots
Deep in the depths of his current lair one Montgomery Burns scowled darkly as he stood with his hands clasped behind his back before barking out a order, "Smithers!" He said with a dark scowl as his loyal assitant and lackey walked out from the shadows with a even look, "Yes sir?"
He questioned as Burns toward to stare at him, "did you manage your task?" Burns asked with a dark gaze full of promise of punishment if he hadn't and fortunately for Smithers who smiled he indeed had accomplished it, "it took some work but we now have eyes successfully everywhere in Springfield."
He reported proudly as Burns gave a pleased nod, "Excellent this will prevent my blasted former sergeant from getting the drop on us....again." The old man muttered out with a bitter scowl, "And hopefully allow us to retrieve some intelligence that we can use to our advantage." He said with a pleased smirk before throwing Smithers a flat look, "So what are you waiting for turn on the surveillance monitors so I can see what this blasted town is up to already!"
He barked causing Smithers to flinch as he quickly pulled a remote out from his jacket, "Yes sir!" He responded and with a press of the button...the dark room was illuminated as numerous television screens turned on right in front of them all of them displaying live footage from across Springfield courtesy of both hidden spy camera carefully planted and a bit of hacking into city's security systems.
And as they looked at all the live footage music seemed to start to play in the background, "Ehh, it's worse than I thought." Burns said gesturing toward the the screens.
Each morning all those fools start the day with smiles of bliss, They trickle through their town as if they haven't a care!
Burns glared hatefully seeing a recording of that fool principal from that rundown school waving his mother goodbye with a actual smile and even waving at the numerous citizens he drove by, looking like he was actually fulfilled in his lot of life instead of a principal who's students were doomed to failure.
They go home to their loved one's waiting with a smile ,They come in to their jobs with spirits on high!
Burns saw many of his former employees heading to the power planet with actual eager looks to get to work and get their duties done, instead of being miserable whiners and oafs like they were when HE was charge. And to add all the more to his fury he saw footage of them returning to their homes content with many of them welcome home by loved ones. Happy as can be when they should be miserable!
I bet they're reeking cheap liquor,They stumble through the day. Never giving a thought to their former honest boss for honest loyalty. Burns breathed a bit heavier as fury began to take hold especially when his eyes fell on the source of all his problems...Abraham Simpson.
I know it shouldn't vex me,I shouldn't take it hard.I should ignore their caperingWith a kingly disregard.But... He turned to look at Smithers with a even flat gaze a gaze full of nothing but wrath and retribution as he exclaimed out, "Look at all those idiots!"
He exclaimed out and as he did so Smithers could of sworn he heard background singers joining in on Mr. Burns song...background singers who's voices carried a demoniac undertone to their voices. While gazing at the monitors Burns was gesturing to displaying all the citizens of Springfield.
From old such as the residents of Springfield retirement home now truly enjoying their retirement, to the proud Mayor Quimby sneaking into a hotel room with a gorgeous woman who was most certainly not his wife, to long standing such as the Simpsons currently enjoying a picnic in the park.
Even to the newer comers one monitor displayed Hans Rotwood talking animatedly with the Kaiser while writing down in a journal, another displayed Mrs. Beakley having what seemed to be a training spar with her granddaughter while Bates watched near by with a arched brow as he sipped some tea, to Mona Simpson laughing with a smile as she talked to the Green family as they showed off their latest produce.
All of that was display and seen by a man who sold his soul to the other whos own soul was among those that were as dark and twisted as they come.
Look at all those idiots
Oh, look at all those boobs
An town full of morons
A society full of fools
Is it any wonder that I'm plotting
plotting my vengeance
"And vengeance will be mine Smithers." Burns said after singing those verse giving a evil smile while glaring at the monitor that displayed the source of all his troubles Abraham Simpsons walking through the city while heading to the park to join the rest of his family.
Being not only joined by that duck girl on his staff but being greeted with adoration and respect by every citizen he passed! Oh it infuriated him! "He thinks i'm done, he thinks i'm cooked~ Well we'll see who has the last laugh when I release the hounds!" Burns sang with a dark cackle.
He throws a huge party for all those fools
On company time!
He rebuilds this dumpster fire of a town after that dome'
And guess who's wealth pays the dime!
The tv monitors flickered showing recorded retrieved footage of all the repairs done over the course of months and how steadily the spirits of Springfield lifted up higher. As well as footage for that grand ol celebration Simpson threw on his rightful dime!
Their blatant thievery wounds me
Their ingratitude astounds!
I long to lure them to my grasp
And then release my wrath!
His mind raced of what he could do once he had his former Sergeant and everyone he cared for in his grasp, because by the time he's done they'll be wishing he had stopped at just the hounds~
I shouldn't grow unsettled
When faced with such abuse
I shouldn't let it plague me!
I shouldn't blow a fuse, but
Look at all those idiots
Oh, look at all those boobs
An town full of morons
A society full of fools
Is it any wonder that I'm plotting
plotting my vengeance
He gave out a dark cackle while Smithers actually looked nervous, "Ah forgive me sir but what is the plan?" His loyal lackey asked with a concerned gaze, "with how things are perhaps falling back out of Springfield to recover our losses and plot another day would be best."
He suggested only to flinch at Burns fury turning toward him, "You mean flee! Run away like a cowardly rat as that buffoon enjoys my wealth, my property, my factory! And has all the morons of this town eating out of his hand!" Burns hollered out the room seeming to shake in his anger, "No...no this ends in Springfield.." Burns gave a dark smile as all the monitors switch the feed to that of Abraham Simpson, "I know he's going to come and I say let him come."
He gave a dark twisted grin, "and he'll soon realize that he's pushed me to my last resort and extreme....and rue the day he ever heard the name Montgomery Burns!" He declared with a mad laugh before wrapping things up in one final sung line.
Look at all those idiots
Oh, look at all those boobs
An town full of morons
A society full of fools
Is it any wonder that I'm singing
singing their doom~
Love it! Always great to see Burns completely missing the point of just how Abe has succeeded where he was mostly just holding the line. Can't wait to see the hope that he might reacquire his former position get stomped out completely!
GalFed Research Station Quest
A Hellfish Negaquest Production
Turn 1
A Hellfish Negaquest Production
Turn 1
Space Ranger Mira Nova sat in her quarters on Research Station Sol-3b with a mix of excitement and trepidation coursing through her body. The Tangean had long wanted her own command assignment, it basically being something she had dreamed of ever since she'd first joined the Space Rangers, and after a truly incredible amount of work on her part she finally had it! Sure the position wasn't…Quite what she'd had in mind when she'd dreamed of being an officer in the past, but she wasn't about to complain just because she was in the ass-end of the galaxy, stuck keeping a minor and strategically unimportant research station safe while some of her peers got real work done, goodness no!
Mira exhaled, trying her best not to let her disappointment in her current tasks get to her. It might have been different had the rest of her team been sent with her, but in the aftermath of Buzz'
Well, there was nothing for it now. Mira would simply have to play with the cards she'd been dealt (a saying that she'd only recently learned from fellow off-duty Rangers). She turned her attention to her personal computer and began to issue her orders, giving her subordinates direction in the coming days…
You have: 2 Martial Actions, 1 Diplomacy Action, 1 Stewardship Action, 2 Learning Actions, 1 Intrigue Action, 3 Mira Nova Personal Actions, and each Hero Unit has 1 Personal Action as well!
Turn 1 Results
Martial: Even a few years after you graduated from the Academy, you still make sure to keep up on your training regimen. There's no telling what might be out in this edge of the galaxy, and so you can't afford to put anything less than your best into your role as an officer.
Conduct Readiness Drills (DC 40/60/80): While the system you've been assigned to seems to be relatively quiet other than the denizens of Ee-arth, resting on your laurels is unacceptable. Make sure your subordinates are ready just in case a situation develops.
Reward: Bonus to Martial rolls for a number of turns determined by level of success. New Actions unlocked.
??+??=93! Tier 3 Success!
When deciding just how to keep your Rangers motivated you ask yourself one simple question; What Would Buzz Do? The knowledge flashes through your mind in an instant, and you immediately get to work. In mere days you have a comprehensive plan of action, a meticulously designed schedule that will maximize preparedness while minimizing fatigue. Said plan is quickly put into action with a minimum of fuss, and by the end of the first month the benefits are already visible!
Reward: +10 bonus to all Martial rolls for 5 turns! New Actions Unlocked!
Set Up Patrol Routes For Your Security Vessels (DC 50): While the asteroid field around you is a rather potent defense measure, it does have the unfortunate side effect of making it difficult for the space-faring vessels to patrol around it since the pilots have to keep a careful eye out to make sure they don't get hit by debris. Begin designing a way to reduce the dangers for your own people.
Reward: Reduce the Asteroid Field Penalty from space defense rolls.
??+??=105! Critical Success!
You're not going to lie, you'd genuinely expected this particular part of your orders to take a fair bit of time to fully accomplish. After all, piloting small vessels through an asteroid field containing chunks of rock that are, in some cases, twice the size of said vessels? Who in the galaxy would be capable of that?
The answer is, apparently, Space Rangers.
Not only do your pilots quickly manage to work out the safest ways to pass through debris fields, they excel at it! You carefully ignore the way they make a contest out of it, betting minor perks and favors as they see who can manage the most outrageous, death-defying routes without damaging their ships. It's not exactly the kind of "by the book" method that Commander Gantu would favor…But by the end of it no one knows the asteroid field like your pilots!
Reward: Asteroid Field penalty is removed completely from your defense rolls!
Diplomacy: It might have been a while since your lessons on etiquette and decorum back on Tangea, but you're still a Royal! Even if you've left that life behind, you still know how to navigate social situations like an expert!
Figure Out The Web Of Political Alliances Present (DC ?): You aren't an idiot, you know that for a project like this, where almost every faction in the Federation was trying to get their people in the positions of power, there are going to be people working behind the scenes to get information for their causes. If you want to keep things running smoothly, you need to know just who's working on your station!
Reward: A better understanding of the web of alliances that make up your command.
??+??=43! Bare Failure!
Unfortunately for you, as a newcomer to the local environment while everyone wants to feel out what your plans are and who you owe your allegiance to, they are remarkably more guarded in giving out any information in turn. You're certain that some portion of your command has Militarist and Planetary Preservationists within them, but the exact numbers, or who might be leading them, are beyond you for the moment.
Reward: Only minor information obtained. DC revealed to be 50, reduced to 25 after the Bare Failure
Stewardship: The budget of the station is not exactly the most generous. You can make do, your time as a cadet taught you quite a bit about making Credits stretch, but it might be rough for a bit.
Take Stock Of Your Supplies (DC 35): You semi-regularly receive new shipments of those things that are required for the number of people assigned to the Station to survive, but in a pinch you may need to figure out how long what you have can last in case the trade ships can't reach you for one reason or another.
Reward: Get a completely accurate read on the current state of your supplies, as well as how long it will likely be until the next delivery.
??+??=53! Regular Success!
To your immense relief the Station has a stockpile of various kinds of foodstuffs kept safe deep in it's confines in the (admittedly unlikely) event of a siege. Enough to ensure that unless there is a vast delay in receiving shipments from the GalFed you should be able to keep everyone fed in an emergency. You are also able to determine when the most likely time for a new shipment will be, in only a handful of months!
Reward: Stockpile of food and other forms of nutrients determined, next shipment set to arrive in 2 Turns.
Learning: Despite your military background, you can't deny that the Research Station is fundamentally a place of learning. Your Chief Scientist is Bertrand Dilsten, a somewhat dour Plorgonarian who received his position thanks to a push from his homeworld, who have vested interest in Ee-arth's continued survival.
Conduct A Study Of Ee-arth's Native Life-Forms (DC 60): The planet you're tasked with watching over is basically a wildlife sanctuary, it would probably be a good idea to know more about the native creatures right?
Reward: A more comprehensive understanding of Ee-arth's life-forms. New actions unlocked.
??+??=109! Great Success!
Despite considering this post a waste of his time (and life), Bertrand accepts your order and spends the next few days sending messages back and forth between the Research Stations. He returns to you at the end of the second month since giving the order with a larger than expected report on the wildlife of Ee-arth before going off to drown his sorrows at the cantina.
The information is shocking; you'd known that the planet's biodiversity was extensive, but the sheer scale of it is a bit overwhelming! And to think that the natives have not even fully explored the depths of their oceans yet…It's fascinating even to your less scientific mind!
Reward: Ee-arth biodiversity project complete, +10 to Learning rolls involving the native life-forms. New actions unlocked!
Conduct A Study Of Ee-arth's Environmental Stability (DC 70): One of your top goals for the station is to try and preserve the planet's native wildlife such as the noble mosquito (as several of the Plorganarian staff have done their best to emphasize the importance of in several meetings). You know that the humans of Ee-arth are primitive by the standards of the greater galaxy, but just how bad can things really be?
Reward: A more comprehensive understanding of Ee-arth's environmental status, and the impact of humans on it.
??+??=58! Regular Failure!
Your staff are able to make some progress in this project, but in the end there's just too much information to sort through in just a few months. Still, what you've learned so far isn't pretty…
Reward: The project continues, DC reduced to 60!
Intrigue: If there's one thing that the Tengean Royals know how to do, it's clandestine operations. And you're pretty good at them as well if you can blow your own horn!
Investigate Strange Readings At The Edge Of The System (DC ?): Some of your sensors have detected strange readings from the edge of the system, out past the icy planetoid that's the last rock of any meaningful presence in the area. Try to figure out just what's causing them, and if the source is friendly or not.
Reward: ???
??+??=120! NATURAL CRITICAL SUCCESS!
…How are Rigellians of all beings here?!? Their home planet is practically on the other side of the galaxy from this system! And yet your sensors don't lie; you watch as a distinctly Rigellian ship enters the system, advances through it until it arrives in orbit around Sol-4, then does…Something with a sensor of it's own pointed at Ee-arth, before leaving the way it came!
Whatever they were here for, you doubt it's anything good for the planet. The very first thing you do once this information is delivered to you is open up a channel to Star Command. They need to know so that they can prepare for whatever the Rigellians have planned!
Reward: It's revealed that the Rigellians have at least some presence in the system, and have some kind of interest in the planet Ee-arth, though exactly what you cannot say just yet. Star Command and the Galactic Federation have been alerted, and may act
Personals: Even a highly ranking Space Ranger has time for personal projects! You've managed to set a fair bit of time aside to work on your own projects, and made sure that your subordinates should have the same as long as they don't slack in their duties!
Contact Booster and XR: Despite being assigned to different parts of the galaxy, you've made a point to keep in contact with the rest of the former Team Lightyear. Who knows, they may have learned something interesting in your time apart!
Reward: Possibility of more information about what's going on in the greater galaxy, talk with your friends who you miss dearly.
Roll=20
Booster spends the better part of an hour discussing a new cake recipe that he's discovered on the planet he's been stationed on. It's not exactly the most scintillating conversation, but you're glad to hear his voice, and you know despite XR's grumbling he agrees.
Reward: New cake recipe…But nothing of substance.
Up Your Training Regimen (0/3): Slacking off is for people who aren't Space Rangers! Put some extra oomph into your training session and see if you can't get even more power in your corner!
Reward: Martial stat gain of 1d4+1, possible Trait development.
Roll=30
Every day you can you put your heart and soul into training yourself up, and while you haven't gotten any noticeable gains just yet, you can feel it getting easier!
Reward: No progress gained, next attempt at this Personal will have a reduced DC.
Search For Any Sign Of Buzz Lightyear's Presence: You don't care what Star Command, your family, or even your psychiatrist say! You know that Buzz is out there somewhere, and you know that you have a duty as part of Team Lightyear to keep looking for him, wherever he might be!
Reward: More information about what happened to Buzz, ???
Roll=54
It's not exactly a major lead, but you were able to uncover a report of a ship that could have been Star Cruiser 42 appearing briefly on the edge of Emperor Zurg's territory. It's obviously not a lot, and even you wouldn't bring it to Booster, XR, or any other nay-sayers as proof, but it's a start.
Reward: Potential lead found, hope springs eternal.
Bertrand Dilsten Personal:
Waste Your Time Processing New Reports: Despite what your people might think about the planet you've been sent to study, you know that Ee-arth is a backwater of no real significance. Even so, your pride is such that you can't just spend your time wallowing in self-pity, no matter how much you really want to. At the very least you can get your reports done in a timely manner.
Reward: Possibility of new info about Ee-arth uncovered.
Roll=53.
There are some new readings coming from one of the larger continents on the planet, of a power source that is not quite commonly found anywhere else on the planet. Might be important, but probably not. You'll give the information to Mira and let her handle it while you go off to weep for your dead career.
Reward: Nuclear energy readings detected in the continent that the locals call "North America". Action to investigate unlocked.
Behold what I do with my time instead of sleeping! A lot of attention has been given to the Earth-bound factions in the quest, so here's a look at what might be going on a little bit outside our atmosphere!
This also almost certainly counts for the omake bounty for something happening in the solar system, and might even also count for the bonus reward depending on how likely it is that the GalFed has some kind of research station in the area just in case of emergencies. But really, how likely is it that anyone like Lord Dominator pay any attention to a planet on the ass-end of the galaxy?
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Ohh very nice negaquest I really like the touch with the rigellians bring mention. I'm still curious if the Simpsons signature aliens will work their tentacles into the main quest somehow.
No Name given, but i assume this is the metal gear reference omake you put in the discord, Interesting if somewhat hard to understand, surprise invisitext might be involved there but either way this was a interesting read.
Choose between
+5 to any Action
OR
+5 to a random hero's loyalty, doubled if it hits a character in this omake.
This one is just fun, i like the song used and i like this omake!
Choose between
A Mystery Box
OR
+10 to a Entertainment Action
That fits a omake bounty, and i always like a negaquest, also nice little mention of the riglians
Choose Between (Rewards have been increased by the bounty)
+15 Bonus to a space based action
OR
+20 to a Galfed Related Action
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- He/Him
Mystery Box, Mystery Box, MYSTERY BOX!
Cough...also just happy to contribute to the quest again since been a while that I wrote a fresh omake for it. I do acknowledge that this one probably wasn't my best work but still fun to write and hope others enjoy it like you did. 😊
I will tell you this hint now you have chosen!, Mr. Burns has gained a trait, ??? has also gained a trait, ???, what is that trait you ask... tis a mystery you see, a mystery neatly contained inside a box!... good luck figuring it out XD
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- He/Him
Ohh you are a 😈 my friend ~ But still a very interesting reward for sure be interesting to see how it might come into play.
- Location
- Arcadia
...To hazard a guess, Burns may have deliberately overdosed on that tonic in order to put up a credible fight, thereby gaining traits.
He knows that it is the grand finale for him, so he might as well spite Abe by dragging him down with him.
This upcoming assault has probably become more complicated, with the outcome suddenly rather uncertain.
He knows that it is the grand finale for him, so he might as well spite Abe by dragging him down with him.
This upcoming assault has probably become more complicated, with the outcome suddenly rather uncertain.
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- Germany
AN:
Well, looks like "there´s life in this old dog yet", as the saying goes.
After having first dreamt up this omake shortly after having finished either Empathically Blonde (speaking of which, I might have something for you guys soon in the form of some commissioned art as well) or Früher war (nicht) mehr Lametta only to have to put it on hold because the ENTIRE Living Dead Girl cycle insistent on being written first, finally I am able to present this omake to you.
Basically, I decided to feature less murderous versions of Bart´s Toys from the Toy Gory THOH segment in this one because "why not? Toy Story exists in Gridlocked as well and according to "Hellfish"´s QMs, here Bart never got psycho enough to warrant such a drastic and lethal intervention from his Toys, so it´d be nice to see how these toys might deal with this quest´s shenanigans and especially the lurking threat from Waternooses Child Abductions in the background."
Originally, I intended for these Monster incursions to explicitly already be happening in the background to explain the Toy Posse´s rundown state as seen in Toy Gory, but after some talks with the QMs I decided to tone down the threat to only be implicitly starting to pick up steam at worst (what with Springfield maybe being a relatively low-priority target for Waternoose?) and simple baseless rumors at best - so yeah, only a very vague possible threat for now that might not even concerns us YET.
As for the title, "picayune" is an admittedly pretty obscure term meaning "of little value or significance; petty" (which definitely fits most of the merchandise avaliable in Springfield^^), while a "posse" is just the group of people a sherrif of the Old West could recruit to keep the peace - so yeah, Andy´s Toys are essentially Woodys posse and Bart´s Toys are Krustys (what with me building them as crummier but still fundamentally heroic counterparts and all).
So yeah, have fun with this one now, guys^^
A sudden impact jostled the official "Radio-Active Man"(™) Action Figure awake from its previous torpor-like state. Before the brawny plastic hero could collect his bearings though, hushed whispers could be heard from outside his toy box, their origin unseen to him from through his box´ ceiling-facing window.
"Careful, you bozos - we can´t have Marge see signs of that spandex beefcake having gotten busted prematurely once she gets to wrapping him up for Christmas, for Pete's sake", a raspy and worn-out voice on the bad side of far too many packs of smoke groused before a kinder female one replied.
"It's not their fault, Krusty…we´ve all been on edge these last few months with all those weird rumors around town, you know?"
"Right you are, toots" the now-named "Krusty" agreed, "all I´m sayin´ is that we need to get the new arrivals up to speed for now because of those rumors - you got what you need now, Stace?"
"Sure thing, dumpling - luckily, Lisa got some scalpels and other tools for some home science on the side stashed away"
Next thing the plastic action hero knew, a concerningly sharp-looking blade was stabbed into the sealed gap between box and flap, eliciting a totally-not-girly scream from him as his prison was sliced open. Bolting upwards in the room dimly illuminated by the late moon shining in through a window above and to try saving face, Radio-Active Man chose to utter his catchphrase as heroically as possible.
"...um, I mean Up and Atom!"
Unfortunately, the expected awe did not assert itself as he looked around.
"...That's your catchphrase? Seriously?", a clown doll - who from its voice had to be "Krusty" - quipped unenthused, only to earn a scoffing grunt from a dapper-looking toy tuber to his side.
"Says the guy who cribbed his primary line from Fat Albert…"
"Zip it, Spud-Nick", the clown yelled annoyed, "it's legally distinct! I got two short "HEY"s and he got three, with the last one even getting drawn out over two beats!"
"Just like I am legally distinct from that dumb Mr. Potato-Head toy line, but that doesn´t keep others from getting on my case about being a cheap knockoff"
Before the assorted toys could descend into further arguments about grievances both past and present, some pointed coughing alerted them all to the pretty sightly female doctor doll holding her scalpel like a spear and grinning a bit embarrassed.
"Sorry about that, dear - you´re probably a bit confused about all this, right?"
"A mite, yes", the literally radioactive man conceded, making Krusty rub his neck awkwardly.
"Yeah, kinda borked the welcoming there a bit, didn´t I?"
"To be fair," Spud-Nick admitted, "us others didn't help either, what with me getting all prickly about my lot in life and all."
"Or me and my men dropping your box on the floor in transit like buncha rookies…"
At this new voice, the red-clad hero looked down to see a veritable troop of army men surrounding them all, with some of them still flanking his box. Realizing that those toy soldiers had apparently been transporting his container to where he was now, he smiled genially.
"Don't worry about that…um…"
"Sergeant `Raging´ Abe Simpson and his Grumbling Commandos - at your service!", the stern-looking officer replied firmly while snapping into a proper salute.
"So yeah," Krusty retook charge for a moment, "long story short, you´re now a Toy of the Simpson Household and specifically the future Christmas present to Bart, the oldest kid of the lot - normally, more of us would welcome you, but…well, we´re a bit short-staffed right now, what with Stretchy Arm-Long having to heal from playtime with Maggie the Baby and Tickle-Me Elmo taking over his `shift´, while Jack is on active lookout duty keeping an eye open on the windowsill for Bart´s old man and that one´s *older man* to come back from looking at how the Kids are doing at that crummy Kamp bearing my name and all."
Looking at the colorful troupe around him - including noticing a gorilla with cymbals in his hands seemingly hiding from him behind one of the bedposts and shyly waving at being discovered, weirdly enough -, with his eyes eventually resting on the female doll doctor Radioactive Man couldn't help but marvel at his prospective new owner´s sheer variety of toys. Dr. Stacy must have seen his look, because she immediately waved him off.
"Ah, no - technically, I am actually the leader of the toys owned by Bart´s sister Lisa, but my dumpling here and I decided to more or less combine the Toy troupes of this house into one after…well, becoming an item…", she finished with a blissful smile towards Krusty, who responded in kind while holding her hand with a gentleness seemingly at odds with the grouch.
"Yeah…to think that ultimately only happened because I decided to hunker down in your house after that big oaf fiddled with my on-stage/off-stage switch and the dog tried to bury me in the backyard - best day of my whole damn life, Blondie…"
"Mine as well, hon - although you were being a major creep at first with your trying to `charm´ me outta my uniform back then, you know? Nevermind - that´s in the past, I more than forgave you for it and we got more important things to discuss right now anyway, don't you think, Krusty?"
Nodding, the clown turn his eyes towards Radioactive Man again before getting to what they apparently woken him up for in the first place
"Right you are again, sweetcake..so yeah, pal, the thing is: Normally, we wouldn't have dragged you outta that cubby-hole Bart´s mom has stashed you away and instead woulda waited till Christmas to welcome you, but all this weird crap happening in and around Springfield after that stupid glass dome went down kinda forced our hands."
"What kind of `weird crap´ are you talking about exactly? And what's that about a dome?", the red-clad hero asked warily.
"Okay, so a couple of months ago, the Man of this house had the bright idea to dump the waste from his new pig into the city lake, which a bunch of government stooges didn't like at all. So they had the even brighter idea to put a ginormous glass dome over Springfield to contain us all and when that didn't work out, those psychos just tried to just blow it all to Kingdom Come!"
"...seriously???"
"Yup - long story short, the bozo in charge of this dumb plan got socked by our family and then sacked by his bosses, while Bart and his dad popped the Dome like a damn zit. Honestly pretty badass, if you ask me - the problem is that afterwards, something's changed about the town. Can't quite put my finger on it, but everything just seems to be less `same-y and repetitive´ now. The first thing that happened after the Dome was old Abe Simpson - that's Bart´s paternal grandpa who actually posed as basis for Sarge here, weirdly enough - taking over the local Nuclear Power Plant - afterwards, that weird-looking German guy crashes on the couch of the bible-thumper next door, among other things. But what's weirder than everything else are the rumors we´ve been getting from other Toys and even the Humans at times."
"Basically, some Toys and their Kids have started claiming that at night, things have started lurking around and inside their homes, maybe even stalking them directly to do God-knows-what with them," Stacy supplied her beau, who rolled his eyes in disbelief.
"Honestly not buying it just not, Honey - remember that the kids who are saying stuff like that the loudest are the likes of Milhouse Van Houten and Ralph Wiggum and those are a needy, neurotic suck-up and…well…"
"Stop dressing down poor Ralphie - he's sweet and kind!"
"But he's got no mind - I get it, hun!", Krusty meekly relented at the fire in his beloved's eyes, "Maybe I AM being unfair to the both of them - point is that ever since shortly after Old Abe took over and started sprucing up the town, we´ve been getting really bad vibes at times and it's driving up the walls. Not saying that Gramps himself got anything to do with it - for a deadbeat dad and senile coot, he seems like an okay-enough guy - but something's not right and we decided to bring new arrivals up to speed, especially with Bart and Lisa having patched up their sibling relationship a while after one NASTY nightmare too much from her and all. So yeah, with that outta the way, can we count on you helping us out on weathering whatever the frick might be out there, RAM?...you okay with me calling you that? Sorry, but your whole name is a damn mouthful to say all the time, you know?"
Shrugging a bit, RAM agreed before letting his eyes wander across all the merchandise in the room and noting that most of it seemed to be about-evenly split between stuff about himself and Krusty, respectively.
"I guess so - it's better than most nicknamed people could come up with and all. But say, aren't you the slightest bit worried about me upstaging you as our young boy´s `favorite´? He seems to like us two about the same, but you seem to have been here long enough to become a natural leader and I am an unknown variable here."
"Naaah, don't sweat it," Krusty waved off his concerns noncommittally, "while especially my offstage-mode personality might be based on a washed-up greedy gloryhound, but I still know what I got going for me right now and that's a bunch of good pals, a killer girlfriend and a nice cushy gig as the leader of the toys of a young boy whom I love a lot - I am not gonna jeopoardize that by getting all butthurt about you waltzing in and just deciding to…dunno, slug you outta the window or microwave you to death to get rid of you, y´know? Heck, if anything I'd be happy if you took some of the load off my friggin back once in a while, because lemme tell you - being the apple of Bart´s eye all the dang time can be tiring and he just isn´t the type to play with Stacy here. So yeah, be my guest and feel at home here once Christmas rolls around - and if you decide to be more trouble than you´re worth after all, I can still bump ya off later, pal"
This reply was underscored by Krusty winking at RAM and smirking good-naturedly, making it obvious that the threat had been made in jest. Any further friendly bantering was cut short however when loud motor roaring followed some metallic crashing as well as spirited Italian cursing could be heard from outside the house
"What the Ffff-udge just happened?" Krusty yelled out, as the assembled Toys.looked around for hiding spots among the sounds of their family waking up from the sudden commotion, "gimme a report, Jack!"
Immediately, the aforementioned jack-in-a-box replied from his perch at the window.
"Looks like some fancy-looking black limo decided to careen into the family trashcans while trying to get onto the driveway - wait a sec! Homer, his old man, Bart, Lisa, some other bald geezer and a really shady-looking fatso are getting outta the car. Seems like especially Homer got all banged up for some reason."
Groaning at the obvious change of plans, Krusty massaged his temples while formulating a plan as the humans of the house went to bumrush the new arrivals.
"And they didn´t come back with his own car? Damn, that bozo musta finally totalled it while being boozed up as always - why am I not surprised at all? Anyway, them arriving now of all times sucks, but we can't help that. RAM, get back into your box - everyone else, help me push it under Bart´s bed for now until we can get him back to Marge´s hidey-hole once everything calmed down again a bit. Sarge, you and your men then need to gather intel about what exactly went down at that damn Kamp and you, Blondie, try sneaking back into Lisa´s room, okay? Love ya, hon."
"I love you too, dumpling see ya later!"
What followed was a jumbled mess of rapid motion as RAM was shoved and pushed into the box and plastic mold face down, the lid closing over him.
"Sorry to cut things short there, pal, but we´ll just pick things up at Christmas, ok-aaaand we shoved him in the wrong way, meaning I´ve just talked to an ass..oh well, we´ll just fix it later before we tape the thing shut. Now - push, guys, PUSH!"
With that, the prospective newest member of Bart Simpsons Toy posse felt his container getting pushed across the stubborn carpeted floor, eliciting lots of grumbling from Krusty and his friends.
Quite the merry band of miscreants, he thought with a smile while trying to turn around in order to properly fit into his mold, I think I´ll like being a good boy´s toy alongside them.
Well, looks like "there´s life in this old dog yet", as the saying goes.
After having first dreamt up this omake shortly after having finished either Empathically Blonde (speaking of which, I might have something for you guys soon in the form of some commissioned art as well) or Früher war (nicht) mehr Lametta only to have to put it on hold because the ENTIRE Living Dead Girl cycle insistent on being written first, finally I am able to present this omake to you.
Basically, I decided to feature less murderous versions of Bart´s Toys from the Toy Gory THOH segment in this one because "why not? Toy Story exists in Gridlocked as well and according to "Hellfish"´s QMs, here Bart never got psycho enough to warrant such a drastic and lethal intervention from his Toys, so it´d be nice to see how these toys might deal with this quest´s shenanigans and especially the lurking threat from Waternooses Child Abductions in the background."
Originally, I intended for these Monster incursions to explicitly already be happening in the background to explain the Toy Posse´s rundown state as seen in Toy Gory, but after some talks with the QMs I decided to tone down the threat to only be implicitly starting to pick up steam at worst (what with Springfield maybe being a relatively low-priority target for Waternoose?) and simple baseless rumors at best - so yeah, only a very vague possible threat for now that might not even concerns us YET.
As for the title, "picayune" is an admittedly pretty obscure term meaning "of little value or significance; petty" (which definitely fits most of the merchandise avaliable in Springfield^^), while a "posse" is just the group of people a sherrif of the Old West could recruit to keep the peace - so yeah, Andy´s Toys are essentially Woodys posse and Bart´s Toys are Krustys (what with me building them as crummier but still fundamentally heroic counterparts and all).
So yeah, have fun with this one now, guys^^
A picayune posse
A sudden impact jostled the official "Radio-Active Man"(™) Action Figure awake from its previous torpor-like state. Before the brawny plastic hero could collect his bearings though, hushed whispers could be heard from outside his toy box, their origin unseen to him from through his box´ ceiling-facing window.
"Careful, you bozos - we can´t have Marge see signs of that spandex beefcake having gotten busted prematurely once she gets to wrapping him up for Christmas, for Pete's sake", a raspy and worn-out voice on the bad side of far too many packs of smoke groused before a kinder female one replied.
"It's not their fault, Krusty…we´ve all been on edge these last few months with all those weird rumors around town, you know?"
"Right you are, toots" the now-named "Krusty" agreed, "all I´m sayin´ is that we need to get the new arrivals up to speed for now because of those rumors - you got what you need now, Stace?"
"Sure thing, dumpling - luckily, Lisa got some scalpels and other tools for some home science on the side stashed away"
Next thing the plastic action hero knew, a concerningly sharp-looking blade was stabbed into the sealed gap between box and flap, eliciting a totally-not-girly scream from him as his prison was sliced open. Bolting upwards in the room dimly illuminated by the late moon shining in through a window above and to try saving face, Radio-Active Man chose to utter his catchphrase as heroically as possible.
"...um, I mean Up and Atom!"
Unfortunately, the expected awe did not assert itself as he looked around.
"...That's your catchphrase? Seriously?", a clown doll - who from its voice had to be "Krusty" - quipped unenthused, only to earn a scoffing grunt from a dapper-looking toy tuber to his side.
"Says the guy who cribbed his primary line from Fat Albert…"
"Zip it, Spud-Nick", the clown yelled annoyed, "it's legally distinct! I got two short "HEY"s and he got three, with the last one even getting drawn out over two beats!"
"Just like I am legally distinct from that dumb Mr. Potato-Head toy line, but that doesn´t keep others from getting on my case about being a cheap knockoff"
Before the assorted toys could descend into further arguments about grievances both past and present, some pointed coughing alerted them all to the pretty sightly female doctor doll holding her scalpel like a spear and grinning a bit embarrassed.
"Sorry about that, dear - you´re probably a bit confused about all this, right?"
"A mite, yes", the literally radioactive man conceded, making Krusty rub his neck awkwardly.
"Yeah, kinda borked the welcoming there a bit, didn´t I?"
"To be fair," Spud-Nick admitted, "us others didn't help either, what with me getting all prickly about my lot in life and all."
"Or me and my men dropping your box on the floor in transit like buncha rookies…"
At this new voice, the red-clad hero looked down to see a veritable troop of army men surrounding them all, with some of them still flanking his box. Realizing that those toy soldiers had apparently been transporting his container to where he was now, he smiled genially.
"Don't worry about that…um…"
"Sergeant `Raging´ Abe Simpson and his Grumbling Commandos - at your service!", the stern-looking officer replied firmly while snapping into a proper salute.
"So yeah," Krusty retook charge for a moment, "long story short, you´re now a Toy of the Simpson Household and specifically the future Christmas present to Bart, the oldest kid of the lot - normally, more of us would welcome you, but…well, we´re a bit short-staffed right now, what with Stretchy Arm-Long having to heal from playtime with Maggie the Baby and Tickle-Me Elmo taking over his `shift´, while Jack is on active lookout duty keeping an eye open on the windowsill for Bart´s old man and that one´s *older man* to come back from looking at how the Kids are doing at that crummy Kamp bearing my name and all."
Looking at the colorful troupe around him - including noticing a gorilla with cymbals in his hands seemingly hiding from him behind one of the bedposts and shyly waving at being discovered, weirdly enough -, with his eyes eventually resting on the female doll doctor Radioactive Man couldn't help but marvel at his prospective new owner´s sheer variety of toys. Dr. Stacy must have seen his look, because she immediately waved him off.
"Ah, no - technically, I am actually the leader of the toys owned by Bart´s sister Lisa, but my dumpling here and I decided to more or less combine the Toy troupes of this house into one after…well, becoming an item…", she finished with a blissful smile towards Krusty, who responded in kind while holding her hand with a gentleness seemingly at odds with the grouch.
"Yeah…to think that ultimately only happened because I decided to hunker down in your house after that big oaf fiddled with my on-stage/off-stage switch and the dog tried to bury me in the backyard - best day of my whole damn life, Blondie…"
"Mine as well, hon - although you were being a major creep at first with your trying to `charm´ me outta my uniform back then, you know? Nevermind - that´s in the past, I more than forgave you for it and we got more important things to discuss right now anyway, don't you think, Krusty?"
Nodding, the clown turn his eyes towards Radioactive Man again before getting to what they apparently woken him up for in the first place
"Right you are again, sweetcake..so yeah, pal, the thing is: Normally, we wouldn't have dragged you outta that cubby-hole Bart´s mom has stashed you away and instead woulda waited till Christmas to welcome you, but all this weird crap happening in and around Springfield after that stupid glass dome went down kinda forced our hands."
"What kind of `weird crap´ are you talking about exactly? And what's that about a dome?", the red-clad hero asked warily.
"Okay, so a couple of months ago, the Man of this house had the bright idea to dump the waste from his new pig into the city lake, which a bunch of government stooges didn't like at all. So they had the even brighter idea to put a ginormous glass dome over Springfield to contain us all and when that didn't work out, those psychos just tried to just blow it all to Kingdom Come!"
"...seriously???"
"Yup - long story short, the bozo in charge of this dumb plan got socked by our family and then sacked by his bosses, while Bart and his dad popped the Dome like a damn zit. Honestly pretty badass, if you ask me - the problem is that afterwards, something's changed about the town. Can't quite put my finger on it, but everything just seems to be less `same-y and repetitive´ now. The first thing that happened after the Dome was old Abe Simpson - that's Bart´s paternal grandpa who actually posed as basis for Sarge here, weirdly enough - taking over the local Nuclear Power Plant - afterwards, that weird-looking German guy crashes on the couch of the bible-thumper next door, among other things. But what's weirder than everything else are the rumors we´ve been getting from other Toys and even the Humans at times."
"Basically, some Toys and their Kids have started claiming that at night, things have started lurking around and inside their homes, maybe even stalking them directly to do God-knows-what with them," Stacy supplied her beau, who rolled his eyes in disbelief.
"Honestly not buying it just not, Honey - remember that the kids who are saying stuff like that the loudest are the likes of Milhouse Van Houten and Ralph Wiggum and those are a needy, neurotic suck-up and…well…"
"Stop dressing down poor Ralphie - he's sweet and kind!"
"But he's got no mind - I get it, hun!", Krusty meekly relented at the fire in his beloved's eyes, "Maybe I AM being unfair to the both of them - point is that ever since shortly after Old Abe took over and started sprucing up the town, we´ve been getting really bad vibes at times and it's driving up the walls. Not saying that Gramps himself got anything to do with it - for a deadbeat dad and senile coot, he seems like an okay-enough guy - but something's not right and we decided to bring new arrivals up to speed, especially with Bart and Lisa having patched up their sibling relationship a while after one NASTY nightmare too much from her and all. So yeah, with that outta the way, can we count on you helping us out on weathering whatever the frick might be out there, RAM?...you okay with me calling you that? Sorry, but your whole name is a damn mouthful to say all the time, you know?"
Shrugging a bit, RAM agreed before letting his eyes wander across all the merchandise in the room and noting that most of it seemed to be about-evenly split between stuff about himself and Krusty, respectively.
"I guess so - it's better than most nicknamed people could come up with and all. But say, aren't you the slightest bit worried about me upstaging you as our young boy´s `favorite´? He seems to like us two about the same, but you seem to have been here long enough to become a natural leader and I am an unknown variable here."
"Naaah, don't sweat it," Krusty waved off his concerns noncommittally, "while especially my offstage-mode personality might be based on a washed-up greedy gloryhound, but I still know what I got going for me right now and that's a bunch of good pals, a killer girlfriend and a nice cushy gig as the leader of the toys of a young boy whom I love a lot - I am not gonna jeopoardize that by getting all butthurt about you waltzing in and just deciding to…dunno, slug you outta the window or microwave you to death to get rid of you, y´know? Heck, if anything I'd be happy if you took some of the load off my friggin back once in a while, because lemme tell you - being the apple of Bart´s eye all the dang time can be tiring and he just isn´t the type to play with Stacy here. So yeah, be my guest and feel at home here once Christmas rolls around - and if you decide to be more trouble than you´re worth after all, I can still bump ya off later, pal"
This reply was underscored by Krusty winking at RAM and smirking good-naturedly, making it obvious that the threat had been made in jest. Any further friendly bantering was cut short however when loud motor roaring followed some metallic crashing as well as spirited Italian cursing could be heard from outside the house
"What the Ffff-udge just happened?" Krusty yelled out, as the assembled Toys.looked around for hiding spots among the sounds of their family waking up from the sudden commotion, "gimme a report, Jack!"
Immediately, the aforementioned jack-in-a-box replied from his perch at the window.
"Looks like some fancy-looking black limo decided to careen into the family trashcans while trying to get onto the driveway - wait a sec! Homer, his old man, Bart, Lisa, some other bald geezer and a really shady-looking fatso are getting outta the car. Seems like especially Homer got all banged up for some reason."
Groaning at the obvious change of plans, Krusty massaged his temples while formulating a plan as the humans of the house went to bumrush the new arrivals.
"And they didn´t come back with his own car? Damn, that bozo musta finally totalled it while being boozed up as always - why am I not surprised at all? Anyway, them arriving now of all times sucks, but we can't help that. RAM, get back into your box - everyone else, help me push it under Bart´s bed for now until we can get him back to Marge´s hidey-hole once everything calmed down again a bit. Sarge, you and your men then need to gather intel about what exactly went down at that damn Kamp and you, Blondie, try sneaking back into Lisa´s room, okay? Love ya, hon."
"I love you too, dumpling see ya later!"
What followed was a jumbled mess of rapid motion as RAM was shoved and pushed into the box and plastic mold face down, the lid closing over him.
"Sorry to cut things short there, pal, but we´ll just pick things up at Christmas, ok-aaaand we shoved him in the wrong way, meaning I´ve just talked to an ass..oh well, we´ll just fix it later before we tape the thing shut. Now - push, guys, PUSH!"
With that, the prospective newest member of Bart Simpsons Toy posse felt his container getting pushed across the stubborn carpeted floor, eliciting lots of grumbling from Krusty and his friends.
Quite the merry band of miscreants, he thought with a smile while trying to turn around in order to properly fit into his mold, I think I´ll like being a good boy´s toy alongside them.
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Lifeandlice
Practitioning side-character
- Location
- Usa
You know, knew I was forgetting something. My bad.
Either way I crave loyalty like a vampire craves blood so I will happily take the second!
Nice, glad you liked it. And yeah, I figured it'd be odd to have a space omake and not at least allude to the Rigellians since they're occasional visitors to our planet. Fun fact: I actually rolled all the dice for the actions and no one was more surprised than me when that one came up 100!
Regardless, I'm gonna take the +20 to a GalFed action. I figure we're going to run into them eventually, might be good to have a little extra oomph in our corner.
- Pronouns
- Female
We rolled and the selected loyalty boost of a Hero Unit went to the Finale
Unfortunate that it wasn't someone in the omake, but getting him a boost isn't bad. If we do well on the iron claw investigation then we might push him above 25 loyalty and that sweet loyalty bonus goes up!
Lifeandlice
Practitioning side-character
- Location
- Usa
Maybe not ideal but more than fine as far as I'm concerned, boosting his loyalty is a solid victory. Thank ya kindly
...wow this was posted just after we finished a wave of rewards, well then, cannot be too disappointed with this magnificent omake, great job once more gleeman!
Choose between
+10 to uncover the toy masquerade. (Living Toys)
OR
+10 to discovering the monsters masquerade. (Monsters Inc)
- Location
- Germany
...hmmm, honestly a tough choice
On one hand, knowing about the Monsters sooner would be nice because unlike the Toys, they *are/will be an active threat to our populace* and thus might be more important to adress in a timely manner
On the other hand, us addressing the Toys situation would be *easier to explain away with mundane reasons* (mainly conservatory and/or paedagogic stuff) and since Toys have shown the ability to openly interact with Humans (although doing so seems to have broken/bent some rules according to Woody), we could simply get them to *Tell us about the Monster threat anyway*
any ideas, guys?
But yeah, sorry for having missed that window - was busy that time with appointment stuff on my end
- Pronouns
- He/They
I think being able to openly interact with the toys might be better, plus they'll probably give bonuses to figuring out the monsters like you said. Also I hope you do more Toy "non-Gory" omakes, they're very fun.
- Location
- Germany
Nothing in that direction planned for now at least, unfortunately - my next omakes will most likely be:
- "Last Laugh" (Syndrome and BB "having a little chat" while waiting for the cops to pick up Mr. Baker)
- "Confessions of an American Toon Sadist" (Itchy and Scratchy talk about their lot in life - hopefully including reminiscing about Poochie so I can snag that bounty)
- "From Thembria with Indifference" (*really vague* ideas about Feldwebel Dunder - sry, but the German rank equivalent is just far easier for me to remember the spelling of, guys - doing guard duty in a Thembrian forced labor camp and maybe meeting an expy of Tomb Raider antagonist Admiral Yarofeyev while he´s at it...again, VERY VAGUE)
Taking this one, because it´s just easier to finagle imho.
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Hmm recently submitted a character for Hey Gotta Step Up Sonic Producer Quest, and now can't help but wonder with the Finale and such if this quest will accept OC submission? If not no worries just a thought hit me and wanted to ask still loving this quest, and love being able to contribute through omakes~