You wake up with no memories, no identity, and no name to use in an unfamiliar world that is seemingly anything but friendly. It's up to you to find a way to survive, but luckily, you won't be alone on this long journey.
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Foreword 01
When you woke up from a deep, pleasant sleep (or maybe it was a horrible nightmare, the details were blurry in your mind) you were confused and disoriented. At the moment you had opened your eyes, an annoying and intense light had completely blinded you, forcing you to cover yourself with one of your arms while you made a small sound of annoyance.
Were you looking directly at the sun or something?
Before opening your eyes again, you made sure to look away in another direction to avoid the source of that light. But you were met with the strange sight of several beds arranged next to each other, with their sheets perfectly smooth as if no one had ever used them.
Maybe someone just got organized and took care of making up all the beds before leaving, there's no way you can know. Where are you, anyway? There is a faint smell of alcohol and what appears to be disinfectant in the air.
With a little more effort than you'd like to admit, you lifted your upper body and sat up on the bed. It's strange, even though you're sure you've slept for several hours, you feel very tired and weak, as if you hadn't slept in the first place.
Shouldn't you feel energized after a good rest?
In any case, from your new position you had a better view of the place. It was a room which seemed to be some kind of hospital or infirmary, although it seemed a little strange to you how empty everything was. You're pretty sure there should at least be a doctor present to check on the patients.
Although right now, technically you would be the only patient.
What is this place? You can't recognize it, so it's not a place you've been before and you can't remember how you got here in the first place. You checked your body for any injuries that could explain your stay in an infirmary or hospital, and you won't deny that what you found was disconcerting.
Parts of your torso, arms, legs and even your neck were covered with white bandages, some were even painted blood red. You touched one of the bandages covering your arm, more out of curiosity than anything else, and immediately felt the manifestation of an unpleasant itch.
It was pain
You tried to search through your memories, but the only thing you found was a deep, turbulent fog that makes everything blurry. Somehow you can catch a glimpse of something, explosions and screams that fade into the distance, but when you try to dig deeper, you simply find nothing.
It's like your head is just a blank space.
"What happened to me?" You muttered to yourself as you massaged your eyes with one hand. A small headache was slowly becoming present in your head.
"You know, I wonder that too" A sudden female voice was present with those words. Naturally, being caught off guard caused a huge shock that nearly caused you to fall off the bed, and you could even swear you let out an embarrassing and pitiful scream in the process.
Quickly composing your posture, you leaned in the direction of the voice and found the figure of a girl standing in the middle of a half-open metal door. A small smile plastered her face, which only made you blush in embarrassment.
"I'm sorry" She apologized with a small laugh. "I didn't want to scare you"
...
The girl standing in front of you had a slightly peculiar appearance. The first thing you had noticed was that she was wearing a kind of black military uniform, along with some details on the clothing and a ribbon on her arm that added the colors red and yellow.
All of this, accompanied by long yellow hair and green eyes like emeralds, gave her an appearance that was no less than beautiful. Although you seriously wonder why she has a gun hanging from her back, but that's what the military does, that's you assume.
"You... How long have you been there?" You ask after passing a few seconds of awkward silence.
"Not much, I just heard the last thing you said" Was the quick and simple response from the girl, who closed the door before approaching the bed. "Are you feeling better now?"
"Better...?" At first you're a little confused by the question, but you quickly remembered the bandages. "Do you know where we are or what happened to me?"
"Unfortunately, I may not be able to answer many of your questions." The girl bowed her head in apology. "I don't even know what happened."
"You do not know...?" You can't help but repeat, more out of instinct than anything else.
"No" She shook her head "a lot happened during these last few hours" She sat in a chair that was next to your bed. "I found you badly injured and floating in the water, so I brought you here and did my best to treat your wounds."
"I see..." You look at your bandaged arms again. You can only make assumptions about what might have happened to you, and considering there's a clearly military-looking girl in front of you, most of your assumptions aren't exactly peaceful.
"Wait..." Suddenly, something she just said caught your attention. "Did you just say you found me floating in the water?"
"Oh... About that..." The girl tilted her head to the side with some discomfort. "We're basically in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of an ocean to be more specific. As for how we got here, I don't know, my memories are a little hazy."
"Hazy memories?" Those words immediately caught your attention. "What's the last thing you remember?"
The girl gave you a strange look for a moment, however, she closed her eyes for a few seconds while she thought about her answer. "It's hard to describe, but I think I was in combat, with gunshots and explosions everywhere, but other than that, I can't say much more."
Gunshots and explosions everywhere, something surprisingly similar to what you yourself remember, although she left out the screaming part, or there are probably no screams in her memories.
"And you?" The girl speaks again. "What's the last thing you remember?"
"I…" You took a moment to search your mind again, in an attempt to clear up the fuzzy details before answering. "I remember a lot of explosions and screams in the distance... But other than that, there's not much else"
"I see... So we're on the same page" She says, flashing a small smile. "Can you give me your name? Maybe a little introduction could help us remember some things."
You agree with her words, but quickly find a problem that you hadn't realized until now. Your name... You don't remember your own name, no matter how much you search through your few memories, there is nothing about your name.
"Something happens?" The girl asks a little worried when she saw that you remained silent. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, although it would be awkward not to have a name to refer to you."
[ ]No, it's not that I don't want to give you my name, I just don't remember it... But you can use a nickname with me if you want.
[ ]Honestly, my mind is blank. Could you help me find a temporary name until I remember it?
[ ]I'm sorry, but I can't remember my name right now. However, in the meantime you can call me...
-[ ]Write in
This is going to be a quest crossed with SB. That means that at the end of each vote, the vote count will be combined into one.
Were you looking directly at the sun or something?
Before opening your eyes again, you made sure to look away in another direction to avoid the source of that light. But you were met with the strange sight of several beds arranged next to each other, with their sheets perfectly smooth as if no one had ever used them.
Maybe someone just got organized and took care of making up all the beds before leaving, there's no way you can know. Where are you, anyway? There is a faint smell of alcohol and what appears to be disinfectant in the air.
With a little more effort than you'd like to admit, you lifted your upper body and sat up on the bed. It's strange, even though you're sure you've slept for several hours, you feel very tired and weak, as if you hadn't slept in the first place.
Shouldn't you feel energized after a good rest?
In any case, from your new position you had a better view of the place. It was a room which seemed to be some kind of hospital or infirmary, although it seemed a little strange to you how empty everything was. You're pretty sure there should at least be a doctor present to check on the patients.
Although right now, technically you would be the only patient.
What is this place? You can't recognize it, so it's not a place you've been before and you can't remember how you got here in the first place. You checked your body for any injuries that could explain your stay in an infirmary or hospital, and you won't deny that what you found was disconcerting.
Parts of your torso, arms, legs and even your neck were covered with white bandages, some were even painted blood red. You touched one of the bandages covering your arm, more out of curiosity than anything else, and immediately felt the manifestation of an unpleasant itch.
It was pain
You tried to search through your memories, but the only thing you found was a deep, turbulent fog that makes everything blurry. Somehow you can catch a glimpse of something, explosions and screams that fade into the distance, but when you try to dig deeper, you simply find nothing.
It's like your head is just a blank space.
"What happened to me?" You muttered to yourself as you massaged your eyes with one hand. A small headache was slowly becoming present in your head.
"You know, I wonder that too" A sudden female voice was present with those words. Naturally, being caught off guard caused a huge shock that nearly caused you to fall off the bed, and you could even swear you let out an embarrassing and pitiful scream in the process.
Quickly composing your posture, you leaned in the direction of the voice and found the figure of a girl standing in the middle of a half-open metal door. A small smile plastered her face, which only made you blush in embarrassment.
"I'm sorry" She apologized with a small laugh. "I didn't want to scare you"
...
The girl standing in front of you had a slightly peculiar appearance. The first thing you had noticed was that she was wearing a kind of black military uniform, along with some details on the clothing and a ribbon on her arm that added the colors red and yellow.
All of this, accompanied by long yellow hair and green eyes like emeralds, gave her an appearance that was no less than beautiful. Although you seriously wonder why she has a gun hanging from her back, but that's what the military does, that's you assume.
"You... How long have you been there?" You ask after passing a few seconds of awkward silence.
"Not much, I just heard the last thing you said" Was the quick and simple response from the girl, who closed the door before approaching the bed. "Are you feeling better now?"
"Better...?" At first you're a little confused by the question, but you quickly remembered the bandages. "Do you know where we are or what happened to me?"
"Unfortunately, I may not be able to answer many of your questions." The girl bowed her head in apology. "I don't even know what happened."
"You do not know...?" You can't help but repeat, more out of instinct than anything else.
"No" She shook her head "a lot happened during these last few hours" She sat in a chair that was next to your bed. "I found you badly injured and floating in the water, so I brought you here and did my best to treat your wounds."
"I see..." You look at your bandaged arms again. You can only make assumptions about what might have happened to you, and considering there's a clearly military-looking girl in front of you, most of your assumptions aren't exactly peaceful.
"Wait..." Suddenly, something she just said caught your attention. "Did you just say you found me floating in the water?"
"Oh... About that..." The girl tilted her head to the side with some discomfort. "We're basically in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of an ocean to be more specific. As for how we got here, I don't know, my memories are a little hazy."
"Hazy memories?" Those words immediately caught your attention. "What's the last thing you remember?"
The girl gave you a strange look for a moment, however, she closed her eyes for a few seconds while she thought about her answer. "It's hard to describe, but I think I was in combat, with gunshots and explosions everywhere, but other than that, I can't say much more."
Gunshots and explosions everywhere, something surprisingly similar to what you yourself remember, although she left out the screaming part, or there are probably no screams in her memories.
"And you?" The girl speaks again. "What's the last thing you remember?"
"I…" You took a moment to search your mind again, in an attempt to clear up the fuzzy details before answering. "I remember a lot of explosions and screams in the distance... But other than that, there's not much else"
"I see... So we're on the same page" She says, flashing a small smile. "Can you give me your name? Maybe a little introduction could help us remember some things."
You agree with her words, but quickly find a problem that you hadn't realized until now. Your name... You don't remember your own name, no matter how much you search through your few memories, there is nothing about your name.
"Something happens?" The girl asks a little worried when she saw that you remained silent. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, although it would be awkward not to have a name to refer to you."
[ ]No, it's not that I don't want to give you my name, I just don't remember it... But you can use a nickname with me if you want.
[ ]Honestly, my mind is blank. Could you help me find a temporary name until I remember it?
[ ]I'm sorry, but I can't remember my name right now. However, in the meantime you can call me...
-[ ]Write in
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Relationships
Throughout this story you will have the opportunity to interact and meet a large number of characters belonging to different factions. Each character has an individual and independent trust meter, which will go up or down depending on your actions, or the consequences of them.
Trust ranges from 0-100
Having a trust of 0 means that the character is neutral towards you, not trusting, but not distrusting your actions either. At this stage, they don't have a set opinion of you yet. There's nothing special here, other than it being the starting point with most characters.
On the other hand, having a trust level of 100 means that the character has absolute faith and unwavering loyalty placed in you. At this point, they will trust and back you in almost anything you are going to do, even if it means going against the wishes of their faction.
However, the trust meter can also show negative values, which are usually reversible, but the higher the negative value, the more difficult it will be to regain that lost trust.
It is not the same -5, which is little more than a simple difference of opinions, as -50, which already indicates resentment and hatred.
Trust ranges from 0-100
Having a trust of 0 means that the character is neutral towards you, not trusting, but not distrusting your actions either. At this stage, they don't have a set opinion of you yet. There's nothing special here, other than it being the starting point with most characters.
On the other hand, having a trust level of 100 means that the character has absolute faith and unwavering loyalty placed in you. At this point, they will trust and back you in almost anything you are going to do, even if it means going against the wishes of their faction.
However, the trust meter can also show negative values, which are usually reversible, but the higher the negative value, the more difficult it will be to regain that lost trust.
It is not the same -5, which is little more than a simple difference of opinions, as -50, which already indicates resentment and hatred.
The faction trust meter works similarly to the individual meter. Your actions and their consequences have a direct impact on the meter, for example, if you get along with their enemies, trust may go down, but if you attack their enemies, trust may go up.
It is entirely possible to get along with all factions, however, it is much more difficult than simply choosing a side. There is also the option of antagonizing everyone and trying to get along with the Siren it's not impossible, but don't expect it to be an easy path.
Having 0 trust with a faction means that you are a nobody, just another person in the crowd. They have not yet formed an opinion of you.
On the other hand, a trust of 100 means that if necessary, they would be willing to start a war for you.
As a side effect, a faction's trust has an influence on the individual's meter. For every 10 trust you have with the faction, characters belonging to that faction get an extra +1 for each trust gain, but beware, the same goes for negative values.
It is entirely possible to get along with all factions, however, it is much more difficult than simply choosing a side. There is also the option of antagonizing everyone and trying to get along with the Siren it's not impossible, but don't expect it to be an easy path.
Having 0 trust with a faction means that you are a nobody, just another person in the crowd. They have not yet formed an opinion of you.
On the other hand, a trust of 100 means that if necessary, they would be willing to start a war for you.
As a side effect, a faction's trust has an influence on the individual's meter. For every 10 trust you have with the faction, characters belonging to that faction get an extra +1 for each trust gain, but beware, the same goes for negative values.
Opinions are related to the trusted mediator and are different for each character. Some may see you as a great friend, while others may consider you a heroine or even a love interest. It mostly depends on the impression you've made on them with your actions.
An opinion is not final and can usually be changed, but if a character is absolutely convinced of something, it will be difficult to change their mind.
Opinion may or may not affect trust gain.
An opinion is not final and can usually be changed, but if a character is absolutely convinced of something, it will be difficult to change their mind.
Opinion may or may not affect trust gain.
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Foreword 02
"I'm sorry," you say quietly as you shake your head, your memories really were a disaster. "but I can't remember my name right now. However, in the meantime you can call me..."
For a few seconds, you paused to think of an improvised name that you could use that wouldn't be too weird. Several options crossed your mind, each one more exotic than the last, to the point that it seemed curious to you that they were the product of the same line of thought.
Your imagination really is... Imaginative.
But among all those options, one in particular caught your attention. A name that for some reason seemed right and you liked it. Maybe it was simply because you liked the way it sounded when you imagined it, but you quickly decided to use it as your new temporary name, at least until you can remember the real one.
You raised your head confidently and looked into the girl's emerald eyes. "Yukari, you can call me Yukari."
"Alright, Yukari it is then." She smiles and extends one of her hands, and instinctively you find yourself returning the gesture in a brief handshake that lasted a few seconds. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Yukari, I am SturmGewehr 1944, or StG44 for short."
... What?
"Excuse me?" Was the only thing you could say after your mind was able to process the information you had just been given. You might have heard something very strange... But you weren't entirely sure. "Could you please repeat that? I think I didn't hear it well..."
"SturmGewehr 1944, or StG44 for short," she repeats, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. "I know it sounds very different from yours, but it's my name, or rather, it's my official designation and there's nothing I can do to change it."
Oh no... You know how to recognize the possible sources of a new headache, and this is one of them, or maybe her name is nothing unusual and your amnesia is simply causing you problems? Either way, you can't let something like this go by without trying to get some answers.
"Okay..." You say as you raise a finger. "Can you clarify for me what you mean by 'official designation' please?"
"Oh... Well," she tilts her head slightly to the side as she says, "Actually, my full designation is, SturmGewehr 1944-class light cruiser, or simply, StG44 light cruiser."
Well, instead of clearing up your doubts, those words only managed to confuse you more than before, with new questions. She will have to excuse you for staying silent for a few seconds, but you needed to gather some of your thoughts. Even if you don't remember anything, you're almost sure that this is the strangest wake up you've had in a long time.
"Sturm...Gewehr 1944" You mentally curse yourself for almost mispronouncing it, but thankfully you didn't. It would have been rather rude to mispronounce someone else's name. "What do you mean you're a light cruiser?"
"Just as you heard it," she quickly replied, not even stopping to think about how strange that statement was. "In fact, you're currently in my infirmary, and since you're the only person on board, I did my best to give you preferential treatment."
She flashed you a proud smile. "I hope you find your stay to be pleasant."
"Um... Thanks for that..." You thank her sincerely. "The bed is actually very comfortable, I have no complaints about it."
"I'm glad to hear that" She says, sounding quite pleased.
"So... I'm the only person on board you?" You ask, not knowing what to think about it. "Is there really no one else?"
"No," she shakes her head. "I have gone through every part of my ship, but other than you, there's no one else on board right now." Suddenly, she takes off one of her white gloves and reaches out her hand to touch your forehead.
"What are you doing?" You ask, not understanding the reason for her actions.
"I have to make sure you don't have a fever or other symptoms," she replies as she pulls her hand away. "It's just a preventative measure, you were pretty badly hurt when I found you and the last thing I want is for you to suffer complications."
That made you look at the bandages covering one of your arms again. Curiosity took over your body and you decided to ask another question. "How bad was I when you found me?"
"Very bad," was her quick and immediate reply. "Your body was covered in wounds and burns, you looked more dead than alive... Are you sure you don't remember what happened to you?"
Multiple wounds and burns covering your body... Immediately, blurry memories filled with screams and explosions come to your head. "No, I... I can only remember screams and explosions, but that's all. I'm not sure if I want to remember all that anymore, I don't think it would be pleasant."
"Like I said, we're on the same page…" She murmurs as she checks the bandage covering your right arm and frowns when she notices the faint stain of blood seeping out from underneath. "I don't have much desire to remember either, I think it's best to leave some things in the dark for now."
"Wait here for a moment," she says softly before standing up and walking to the other side of the room, where she grabbed one of many boxes and brought it over to where you were standing. "Time to change that bandage," she says, revealing the contents of the box.
There were a lot, a lot of bandages in there.
"Isn't it too soon?" You ask curiously. "How long have I been asleep for it to be time to change these bandages?"
"Let me see…" She closes her eyes and thinks for a moment. "I don't know how long you were floating in the water before I found you, but from that point on, it's been at least nineteen hours."
"Nineteen hours?!" Jesus Christ. "I wasn't asleep, I think I was in a coma."
"Maybe you're right, I tried to wake you up many times without success." She lets out a small laugh. "Please extend your arm, I'll change the bandage."
"Um... That depends," StG mutters as she unties the small knot holding the bandage in place. "But don't worry, I'll do it carefully." Suddenly, she gives you a... complicated look. "The wounds are pretty ugly so if you want, you can look away."
"No, it's okay." You give her a small nod to remove the bandage. "I at least want to see with my own eyes how bad I am."
"Okay." She slowly began to remove the bandage.
Immediately a grimace takes over your expression as the bandage, which had been stuck to your wound, slowly peeled off. And the moment you saw the wound, your breathing quickened for a moment. "How..."
Where your skin should have been, there was only a horrible red spot with multiple wounds, extending from your wrist to your elbow. The first thing you wonder is how the hell this isn't killing you from the pain, you can feel it, it's painful, but not as much as you think it should.
"My whole body is covered in these wounds?" You ask, somewhat afraid of the possible answer. Who could have hurt you so much?
"Don't worry, this is the worst of all. The others are milder" StG gives you a reassuring smile. "And I more or less have an idea of who or who were responsible for hurting you"
"What?!" You immediately look at her. "But you said you didn't know what happened to me"
"And I wasn't lying" She answers quickly. "I don't know what exactly happened to you, but I do have an idea of who was responsible"
"And who were they?"
"Okay, then I'll give you a little rundown of what happened since I woke up a little less than twenty hours ago," she murmurs as she covers your wound again with another bandage, one that isn't stained with blood.
"I was mostly just aimlessly sailing around for at least half an hour, fiddling with my radio in search of someone else who could explain the situation to me." Securing the new bandage, she lets out a small sigh. "Then, I found you. And once I rescued you, they showed up as well."
"They?"
"Other ships, very different from me." She gives you a bitter expression. "Before I could try to contact them for help, they started firing with every intention of sinking me, and naturally I had no choice but to defend myself."
You stay silent as you process the information. "So there was a naval battle while I was unconscious?"
You definitely had to have been in a coma for such a fuss to not wake you up.
"I don't think I can call it a naval battle," StG lets out a small laugh, but she looked proud of herself. "I didn't exactly come out unscathed, but I was able to take out half of their fleet before retreating."
You looked at her confused. "Why did you retreat if you were winning?"
"A battleship appeared," StG quickly replied. "I could have engaged it, but with its escort present, I'm not sure I could have won. And since you were on board, I couldn't, nor did I want to, risk it that much."
"And what happened since then?" You murmur curiously. "Have you found them again?"
"Rather, they found me." Suddenly, StG seemed quite tired. "Ever since that confrontation, they've been chasing me, and every time they find me, they attack more and more insistently."
"Well, that sounds... complicated," you comment. "Any reason they might be after you?"
"Other than you?" She shrugs. "I don't really know, at this point, I don't intend to find out either. I adopted a shoot first ask later policy."
"Do you think they might be after me?" You ask a little too alarmed. That's incredibly worrying for you, to have seemingly an entire fleet after your head.
"Honestly, I thought that too, but I quickly dismissed that idea. You were floating alone in the water, if they wanted you, they could have captured or killed you before I got there." She raises her hand and makes a small sign next to her head, circling her finger. "I think they just want violence and nothing more."
"Anyway." Before you could say anything else. "You're safe here with me now, and if those crazy people come looking for blood, well, I'll give them blood. I won't let them hurt you anymore, I promise."
You feel a little calmer hearing those words, although you're still a little worried about the situation. "Thank you for everything you've done for me," you tell her sincerely. "I don't know how to repay you."
"There's no need for that." She answers as she puts her glove back on. "This place is pretty lonely, and having someone else to talk to is already enough payment."
Hearing those words, you can't help but smile. "What are we going to do now then?"
"Nothing." Was StG's simple reply. "The only thing we can do is keep avoiding those ships as we sail, hopefully we might find solid ground, or at least someone who won't shoot us on sight."
You nod, agreeing with the logic of her words. "I understand, I'll help out in any way I can."
At your words, her smile widens. "I was actually planning on going back to my bridge, and you know, it's a pretty lonely place, so… would you like to join me?"
You consider her words for a moment.
[ ]Sure, I don't see why not. They say two heads are better than one.
-[ ]Can we get some food and water along the way? After 19 hours, I'm kind of hungry and thirsty.
-[ ]Write in
[ ]Actually, I'd like to stay and rest if possible.
-[ ]Can I get some food and water? After 19 hours of sleep, I think I need it.
-[ ]Write in
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For a few seconds, you paused to think of an improvised name that you could use that wouldn't be too weird. Several options crossed your mind, each one more exotic than the last, to the point that it seemed curious to you that they were the product of the same line of thought.
Your imagination really is... Imaginative.
But among all those options, one in particular caught your attention. A name that for some reason seemed right and you liked it. Maybe it was simply because you liked the way it sounded when you imagined it, but you quickly decided to use it as your new temporary name, at least until you can remember the real one.
You raised your head confidently and looked into the girl's emerald eyes. "Yukari, you can call me Yukari."
"Alright, Yukari it is then." She smiles and extends one of her hands, and instinctively you find yourself returning the gesture in a brief handshake that lasted a few seconds. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Yukari, I am SturmGewehr 1944, or StG44 for short."
... What?
"Excuse me?" Was the only thing you could say after your mind was able to process the information you had just been given. You might have heard something very strange... But you weren't entirely sure. "Could you please repeat that? I think I didn't hear it well..."
"SturmGewehr 1944, or StG44 for short," she repeats, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. "I know it sounds very different from yours, but it's my name, or rather, it's my official designation and there's nothing I can do to change it."
Oh no... You know how to recognize the possible sources of a new headache, and this is one of them, or maybe her name is nothing unusual and your amnesia is simply causing you problems? Either way, you can't let something like this go by without trying to get some answers.
"Okay..." You say as you raise a finger. "Can you clarify for me what you mean by 'official designation' please?"
"Oh... Well," she tilts her head slightly to the side as she says, "Actually, my full designation is, SturmGewehr 1944-class light cruiser, or simply, StG44 light cruiser."
Well, instead of clearing up your doubts, those words only managed to confuse you more than before, with new questions. She will have to excuse you for staying silent for a few seconds, but you needed to gather some of your thoughts. Even if you don't remember anything, you're almost sure that this is the strangest wake up you've had in a long time.
"Sturm...Gewehr 1944" You mentally curse yourself for almost mispronouncing it, but thankfully you didn't. It would have been rather rude to mispronounce someone else's name. "What do you mean you're a light cruiser?"
"Just as you heard it," she quickly replied, not even stopping to think about how strange that statement was. "In fact, you're currently in my infirmary, and since you're the only person on board, I did my best to give you preferential treatment."
She flashed you a proud smile. "I hope you find your stay to be pleasant."
"Um... Thanks for that..." You thank her sincerely. "The bed is actually very comfortable, I have no complaints about it."
"I'm glad to hear that" She says, sounding quite pleased.
"So... I'm the only person on board you?" You ask, not knowing what to think about it. "Is there really no one else?"
"No," she shakes her head. "I have gone through every part of my ship, but other than you, there's no one else on board right now." Suddenly, she takes off one of her white gloves and reaches out her hand to touch your forehead.
"What are you doing?" You ask, not understanding the reason for her actions.
"I have to make sure you don't have a fever or other symptoms," she replies as she pulls her hand away. "It's just a preventative measure, you were pretty badly hurt when I found you and the last thing I want is for you to suffer complications."
That made you look at the bandages covering one of your arms again. Curiosity took over your body and you decided to ask another question. "How bad was I when you found me?"
"Very bad," was her quick and immediate reply. "Your body was covered in wounds and burns, you looked more dead than alive... Are you sure you don't remember what happened to you?"
Multiple wounds and burns covering your body... Immediately, blurry memories filled with screams and explosions come to your head. "No, I... I can only remember screams and explosions, but that's all. I'm not sure if I want to remember all that anymore, I don't think it would be pleasant."
"Like I said, we're on the same page…" She murmurs as she checks the bandage covering your right arm and frowns when she notices the faint stain of blood seeping out from underneath. "I don't have much desire to remember either, I think it's best to leave some things in the dark for now."
"Wait here for a moment," she says softly before standing up and walking to the other side of the room, where she grabbed one of many boxes and brought it over to where you were standing. "Time to change that bandage," she says, revealing the contents of the box.
There were a lot, a lot of bandages in there.
"Isn't it too soon?" You ask curiously. "How long have I been asleep for it to be time to change these bandages?"
"Let me see…" She closes her eyes and thinks for a moment. "I don't know how long you were floating in the water before I found you, but from that point on, it's been at least nineteen hours."
"Nineteen hours?!" Jesus Christ. "I wasn't asleep, I think I was in a coma."
"Maybe you're right, I tried to wake you up many times without success." She lets out a small laugh. "Please extend your arm, I'll change the bandage."
"Um... That depends," StG mutters as she unties the small knot holding the bandage in place. "But don't worry, I'll do it carefully." Suddenly, she gives you a... complicated look. "The wounds are pretty ugly so if you want, you can look away."
"No, it's okay." You give her a small nod to remove the bandage. "I at least want to see with my own eyes how bad I am."
"Okay." She slowly began to remove the bandage.
Immediately a grimace takes over your expression as the bandage, which had been stuck to your wound, slowly peeled off. And the moment you saw the wound, your breathing quickened for a moment. "How..."
Where your skin should have been, there was only a horrible red spot with multiple wounds, extending from your wrist to your elbow. The first thing you wonder is how the hell this isn't killing you from the pain, you can feel it, it's painful, but not as much as you think it should.
"My whole body is covered in these wounds?" You ask, somewhat afraid of the possible answer. Who could have hurt you so much?
"Don't worry, this is the worst of all. The others are milder" StG gives you a reassuring smile. "And I more or less have an idea of who or who were responsible for hurting you"
"What?!" You immediately look at her. "But you said you didn't know what happened to me"
"And I wasn't lying" She answers quickly. "I don't know what exactly happened to you, but I do have an idea of who was responsible"
"And who were they?"
"Okay, then I'll give you a little rundown of what happened since I woke up a little less than twenty hours ago," she murmurs as she covers your wound again with another bandage, one that isn't stained with blood.
"I was mostly just aimlessly sailing around for at least half an hour, fiddling with my radio in search of someone else who could explain the situation to me." Securing the new bandage, she lets out a small sigh. "Then, I found you. And once I rescued you, they showed up as well."
"They?"
"Other ships, very different from me." She gives you a bitter expression. "Before I could try to contact them for help, they started firing with every intention of sinking me, and naturally I had no choice but to defend myself."
You stay silent as you process the information. "So there was a naval battle while I was unconscious?"
You definitely had to have been in a coma for such a fuss to not wake you up.
"I don't think I can call it a naval battle," StG lets out a small laugh, but she looked proud of herself. "I didn't exactly come out unscathed, but I was able to take out half of their fleet before retreating."
You looked at her confused. "Why did you retreat if you were winning?"
"A battleship appeared," StG quickly replied. "I could have engaged it, but with its escort present, I'm not sure I could have won. And since you were on board, I couldn't, nor did I want to, risk it that much."
"And what happened since then?" You murmur curiously. "Have you found them again?"
"Rather, they found me." Suddenly, StG seemed quite tired. "Ever since that confrontation, they've been chasing me, and every time they find me, they attack more and more insistently."
"Well, that sounds... complicated," you comment. "Any reason they might be after you?"
"Other than you?" She shrugs. "I don't really know, at this point, I don't intend to find out either. I adopted a shoot first ask later policy."
"Do you think they might be after me?" You ask a little too alarmed. That's incredibly worrying for you, to have seemingly an entire fleet after your head.
"Honestly, I thought that too, but I quickly dismissed that idea. You were floating alone in the water, if they wanted you, they could have captured or killed you before I got there." She raises her hand and makes a small sign next to her head, circling her finger. "I think they just want violence and nothing more."
"Anyway." Before you could say anything else. "You're safe here with me now, and if those crazy people come looking for blood, well, I'll give them blood. I won't let them hurt you anymore, I promise."
You feel a little calmer hearing those words, although you're still a little worried about the situation. "Thank you for everything you've done for me," you tell her sincerely. "I don't know how to repay you."
"There's no need for that." She answers as she puts her glove back on. "This place is pretty lonely, and having someone else to talk to is already enough payment."
Hearing those words, you can't help but smile. "What are we going to do now then?"
"Nothing." Was StG's simple reply. "The only thing we can do is keep avoiding those ships as we sail, hopefully we might find solid ground, or at least someone who won't shoot us on sight."
You nod, agreeing with the logic of her words. "I understand, I'll help out in any way I can."
At your words, her smile widens. "I was actually planning on going back to my bridge, and you know, it's a pretty lonely place, so… would you like to join me?"
You consider her words for a moment.
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"Sure, I don't see why not," you respond with a shrug. You're tired, but not enough to go back to sleep, so it would have been quite boring to stay here alone. "They say two heads are better than one."
"In that case..." For a few brief seconds, she looks you up and down, apparently analyzing every part of your body. "We'll have to do something about your clothes; they're not suitable for the freezing weather outside."
"What's wrong with my clothes?" Confused, you tilt your head to one side. Until now, you hadn't noticed, so you tilt your head down. Your eyes widen as you realize you're wearing little more than a simple white shirt, barely covering the upper part of your body.
You look at StG with a blank expression. "Explain, now," you almost made it sound like an order.
At first, she seemed not to understand your question, but quickly her mind made all the necessary connections and her mouth let out an 'Oh' before she responded. "If you mean what happened to your clothes, I had to throw them away since they were nothing more than a bunch of torn and burned fabric that could hardly be considered clothing."
"I get that..." you say, letting out a small sigh, "But what am I going to wear then?" You really hope she doesn't think you'll settle for just wearing this shirt. "I suppose you have something prepared for me, right?"
"Of course," she replies quickly, sounding even a bit offended. "I have plenty of spare clothes you can use." She gestures to her uniform with a proud smile. "The only problem is, I'm not sure if they'll fit you."
"I'm fine with that." You shrug again; it's not like you have another option. It's either that or stay in the shirt you're wearing, and you're definitely not a pervert who would do that if another option is available. "Wearing clothes that are the wrong size will just be a minor inconvenience."
"Alright... then." She walks past you and heads to the lockers on the other side of the room. She stands in front of them with a thoughtful expression and enters a numerical combination into the lock of one, causing it to open with a small sound.
Inside was... a weapon. You seriously wonder why StG has a weapon in an infirmary, but you just shake your head and conclude it's probably because she's a warship, and it must be normal for a warship to be armed to the teeth.
Are there weapons under your bed? You can't help but wonder.
"Wrong locker..." she murmurs before closing it casually, not bothering about the weapon inside. A shadow of concern appears on her face as she enters another combination into the locker next to it, but it disappears when she sees the interior.
Inside, you see a black uniform, exactly like the one StG is wearing, hanging on a hanger. She takes it with one hand, along with a few other items, and returns to you. "Here." She hands you the uniform. "You can wear this for now, and I'll wait outside to give you some privacy. Just call me when you're done."
"Alright." You nod and give her a grateful smile. "Thanks."
Once StG disappears on the other side of the door, the first thing you do is check the clothes she gave you. They consist of a white shirt, a black skirt and coat, black stockings and long boots, and finally, but not least, a black tie and cap.
Well, she really likes black apparently
Careful not to strain your injured legs, you get up from the bed, determined not to waste more time... But before that, you quickly crouch down to peek under the bed. A part of you feels disappointed not to find any weapons. It was expected, but you were a bit curious.
You could open the locker and see the weapon; after all, you remember the combination StG used to open it: '2444'. But you dismiss the idea quickly. Doing that would be incredibly rude on your part; you don't touch other people's things without permission.
Maybe you could ask her to teach you how to shoot later?
Anyway, you decide to focus on the clothes. Careful not to make any sudden movements that would cause you pain, you put on the white shirt, which, despite its apparent simplicity, is surprisingly soft to the touch and a bit warm.
Then you go for the black skirt and coat, both seemingly made of thick, warm material, quite suitable for a cold climate, as StG had said it was outside. Although you're not sure how effective the skirt will be, as it's too short for your liking.
On the other hand, your biggest and main problem were the stockings and boots, which you managed to put on with much effort. It was hell to avoid ruining the bandages, but luckily, most of the injuries are concentrated higher up, on your thighs. Otherwise, you would have had to forgo both the stockings and the boots.
And having to walk barefoot doesn't seem very comfortable or hygienic.
After that, you put on the tie, with much more difficulty than you expected, mainly because you had to take off the coat, having forgotten the tie at first. Even without that, the tie was quite a challenge. And to complete your new uniform, you put the cap on your head.
It's not your size, just as StG had said, but it's good enough for you. You wonder if the uniform makes you look more serious or maybe even professional and elegant. You wish you had a mirror on hand to check.
Although you're almost sure that if someone saw you standing next to StG, at first glance they might think you are her...
[ ] Younger sister. (13-15 years old) (Grants a youthful and harmless appearance. As a result, people will trust you more easily due to your relatively innocent appearance, but the downside is that they might not take you seriously.)
[ ] Twin sister. (16-18 years old) (Grants the appearance of a teenager on the verge of adulthood. You convey a bit more maturity and confidence, so people might take you more seriously, but the downside is that they will no longer be as susceptible to trusting you.)
[ ] Older sister. (19-21 years old) (Grants the appearance of a young adult. People are more likely to take you seriously, but the downside is that you might seem somewhat distant and unapproachable to some, making them less likely to trust you.)
You smile to yourself as you adjust the cap before calling out to StG with a simple, "I'm ready!" and she reenters.
For a second, she looks you up and down and gives you an approving smile. "It suits you well, better than I expected."
"Thanks," you reply, feeling a bit flattered. "You look good too."
"Now we can head to the command bridge," she says, pointing to the door. "Please follow me close up; it would be bad if you got lost on the ship."
You nod and follow her out of the infirmary, but it only takes a few steps to feel the oppressive atmosphere of the place. The steel walls, the lights, the silence, and the echo of your footsteps make you feel a bit uncomfortable; it's very different from the infirmary.
StG seems to notice your discomfort, as she looks at you curiously. "Is everything alright?"
Things are never 'alright,' you should know that.
You were about to tell her that nothing was wrong, but at that moment you feel your stomach quietly protest and remember that you literally went almost a whole day without eating or drinking anything. "Actually, can we get some food and water along the way? After 19 hours, I'm kind of hungry and thirsty."
"I'm fine with whatever you have available," you quickly add after thinking for a moment. This is a warship, so it's expected there's nothing more than military rations. You can't afford to be picky.
"Food and water..." she murmurs thoughtfully before shrugging. "Sure, we can make a quick stop at the kitchen before heading to the command bridge."
You give her a small silent thank you as she guides you through some small detours to what you assume is the kitchen. The ship seems a bit larger than you expected at first, but the kitchen you arrive at... you don't even know how to describe it.
It's small, very small indeed, and it seems to have been built with the intention of occupying the least amount of space possible. Somehow, it still has all, or almost all, the instruments a kitchen needs.
As for the available food, you can only say that there are many different types of cans, a quantity you can only dream of counting. But besides that, there are also other types of food, mainly dry goods, sausages, some dairy products, and you even thought you saw sweet things like chocolate bars.
"There's nothing gourmet," StG comments. "But you can choose whatever you want."
"What I want?" You look at her uncertainly.
"It's just the two of us," she says carelessly. "No one's going to complain about us eating too much." With those words, she gives you a little push. "Don't be shy; eat as much as you want."
"With your permission then..." Naturally, with StG's permission, you let go and satisfy your hunger. Only now do you realize how much you needed that.
...
After that, StG guides you through the long corridors of the ship again, and finally, after ten minutes, you set foot in what you believe is the command bridge. "And here we are," she announces. "My command bridge."
"Wow..." It's all you can say as you look closely at all the instruments there. You know what some of them do, but besides that, you're unaware of the function of more than 90%. "I'm totally lost."
"Don't worry," StG puts her right hand on your shoulder. "I wouldn't understand anything either if I were in your situation."
"You're in my situation." You give her a blank look. "You don't remember anything either."
You approach the windows to get a view of the outside. Just as StG had told you, it seems you two are in the middle of an extensive sea that stretches as far as the eye can see, with some icebergs floating in the distance.
When you look at the ship's deck, what greets you is the imposing sight of two turrets with triple guns, along with a variety of smaller weapons. But the deck and many of the smaller weapons are damaged or destroyed, with charred black stains.
"These are damages caused by the battle I mentioned," StG stands beside you, contemplating the view and answering your question without you needing to ask. "Luckily, they only managed to destroy or damage some of my secondary and anti-aircraft weapons."
"How do these weapons work?" You ask with curiosity as you point to one of the cannons. "Do they aim automatically, or do you have to do something to aim?"
"It's like moving any limb of my body," she replies, and one of the smaller cannons rotates from side to side, as if waving. "It's hard to explain."
"Hmm?" A small sound catches your attention, and with curiosity, you check a small screen, which you think is a radar. "What's this?" There's a small dot that appeared on the edge of the screen. "An enemy?"
"It's the most likely scenario," was StG's response as she was also looking at the radar, although you don't know if she really needs to. "Let's change course."
As she mentions that, the ship tilts slightly to one side as it changes course.
"Aren't we going to investigate?" You tilt your head towards the radar. "Isn't it strange that there's only one?"
"No," she shakes her head. "It's probably a trap."
"Or it could be someone like you," you say, pointing to the radar. "Just like you, this 'enemy' seems to be alone."
That made her think for a moment. "I don't know... If we fall into a trap, I'm not sure I could win. There's a battleship, and possibly an aircraft carrier could also be hunting us, remember?"
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[ ]Insist on investigating. It could be a friendly someone who, like you, is also lost.
[ ]StG is right. It could be a trap and if you two fall for it, you might not survive to tell the tale.
[ ]Try to establish communication with the radar contact to define its intentions before taking action. (Average of two 100-sided dice rolls) (Threshold 50)
[ ]Write in
"In that case..." For a few brief seconds, she looks you up and down, apparently analyzing every part of your body. "We'll have to do something about your clothes; they're not suitable for the freezing weather outside."
"What's wrong with my clothes?" Confused, you tilt your head to one side. Until now, you hadn't noticed, so you tilt your head down. Your eyes widen as you realize you're wearing little more than a simple white shirt, barely covering the upper part of your body.
You look at StG with a blank expression. "Explain, now," you almost made it sound like an order.
At first, she seemed not to understand your question, but quickly her mind made all the necessary connections and her mouth let out an 'Oh' before she responded. "If you mean what happened to your clothes, I had to throw them away since they were nothing more than a bunch of torn and burned fabric that could hardly be considered clothing."
"I get that..." you say, letting out a small sigh, "But what am I going to wear then?" You really hope she doesn't think you'll settle for just wearing this shirt. "I suppose you have something prepared for me, right?"
"Of course," she replies quickly, sounding even a bit offended. "I have plenty of spare clothes you can use." She gestures to her uniform with a proud smile. "The only problem is, I'm not sure if they'll fit you."
"I'm fine with that." You shrug again; it's not like you have another option. It's either that or stay in the shirt you're wearing, and you're definitely not a pervert who would do that if another option is available. "Wearing clothes that are the wrong size will just be a minor inconvenience."
"Alright... then." She walks past you and heads to the lockers on the other side of the room. She stands in front of them with a thoughtful expression and enters a numerical combination into the lock of one, causing it to open with a small sound.
Inside was... a weapon. You seriously wonder why StG has a weapon in an infirmary, but you just shake your head and conclude it's probably because she's a warship, and it must be normal for a warship to be armed to the teeth.
Are there weapons under your bed? You can't help but wonder.
"Wrong locker..." she murmurs before closing it casually, not bothering about the weapon inside. A shadow of concern appears on her face as she enters another combination into the locker next to it, but it disappears when she sees the interior.
Inside, you see a black uniform, exactly like the one StG is wearing, hanging on a hanger. She takes it with one hand, along with a few other items, and returns to you. "Here." She hands you the uniform. "You can wear this for now, and I'll wait outside to give you some privacy. Just call me when you're done."
"Alright." You nod and give her a grateful smile. "Thanks."
Once StG disappears on the other side of the door, the first thing you do is check the clothes she gave you. They consist of a white shirt, a black skirt and coat, black stockings and long boots, and finally, but not least, a black tie and cap.
Well, she really likes black apparently
Careful not to strain your injured legs, you get up from the bed, determined not to waste more time... But before that, you quickly crouch down to peek under the bed. A part of you feels disappointed not to find any weapons. It was expected, but you were a bit curious.
You could open the locker and see the weapon; after all, you remember the combination StG used to open it: '2444'. But you dismiss the idea quickly. Doing that would be incredibly rude on your part; you don't touch other people's things without permission.
Maybe you could ask her to teach you how to shoot later?
Anyway, you decide to focus on the clothes. Careful not to make any sudden movements that would cause you pain, you put on the white shirt, which, despite its apparent simplicity, is surprisingly soft to the touch and a bit warm.
Then you go for the black skirt and coat, both seemingly made of thick, warm material, quite suitable for a cold climate, as StG had said it was outside. Although you're not sure how effective the skirt will be, as it's too short for your liking.
On the other hand, your biggest and main problem were the stockings and boots, which you managed to put on with much effort. It was hell to avoid ruining the bandages, but luckily, most of the injuries are concentrated higher up, on your thighs. Otherwise, you would have had to forgo both the stockings and the boots.
And having to walk barefoot doesn't seem very comfortable or hygienic.
After that, you put on the tie, with much more difficulty than you expected, mainly because you had to take off the coat, having forgotten the tie at first. Even without that, the tie was quite a challenge. And to complete your new uniform, you put the cap on your head.
It's not your size, just as StG had said, but it's good enough for you. You wonder if the uniform makes you look more serious or maybe even professional and elegant. You wish you had a mirror on hand to check.
Although you're almost sure that if someone saw you standing next to StG, at first glance they might think you are her...
[ ] Younger sister. (13-15 years old) (Grants a youthful and harmless appearance. As a result, people will trust you more easily due to your relatively innocent appearance, but the downside is that they might not take you seriously.)
[ ] Twin sister. (16-18 years old) (Grants the appearance of a teenager on the verge of adulthood. You convey a bit more maturity and confidence, so people might take you more seriously, but the downside is that they will no longer be as susceptible to trusting you.)
[ ] Older sister. (19-21 years old) (Grants the appearance of a young adult. People are more likely to take you seriously, but the downside is that you might seem somewhat distant and unapproachable to some, making them less likely to trust you.)
You smile to yourself as you adjust the cap before calling out to StG with a simple, "I'm ready!" and she reenters.
For a second, she looks you up and down and gives you an approving smile. "It suits you well, better than I expected."
"Thanks," you reply, feeling a bit flattered. "You look good too."
"Now we can head to the command bridge," she says, pointing to the door. "Please follow me close up; it would be bad if you got lost on the ship."
You nod and follow her out of the infirmary, but it only takes a few steps to feel the oppressive atmosphere of the place. The steel walls, the lights, the silence, and the echo of your footsteps make you feel a bit uncomfortable; it's very different from the infirmary.
StG seems to notice your discomfort, as she looks at you curiously. "Is everything alright?"
Things are never 'alright,' you should know that.
You were about to tell her that nothing was wrong, but at that moment you feel your stomach quietly protest and remember that you literally went almost a whole day without eating or drinking anything. "Actually, can we get some food and water along the way? After 19 hours, I'm kind of hungry and thirsty."
"I'm fine with whatever you have available," you quickly add after thinking for a moment. This is a warship, so it's expected there's nothing more than military rations. You can't afford to be picky.
"Food and water..." she murmurs thoughtfully before shrugging. "Sure, we can make a quick stop at the kitchen before heading to the command bridge."
You give her a small silent thank you as she guides you through some small detours to what you assume is the kitchen. The ship seems a bit larger than you expected at first, but the kitchen you arrive at... you don't even know how to describe it.
It's small, very small indeed, and it seems to have been built with the intention of occupying the least amount of space possible. Somehow, it still has all, or almost all, the instruments a kitchen needs.
As for the available food, you can only say that there are many different types of cans, a quantity you can only dream of counting. But besides that, there are also other types of food, mainly dry goods, sausages, some dairy products, and you even thought you saw sweet things like chocolate bars.
"There's nothing gourmet," StG comments. "But you can choose whatever you want."
"What I want?" You look at her uncertainly.
"It's just the two of us," she says carelessly. "No one's going to complain about us eating too much." With those words, she gives you a little push. "Don't be shy; eat as much as you want."
"With your permission then..." Naturally, with StG's permission, you let go and satisfy your hunger. Only now do you realize how much you needed that.
...
After that, StG guides you through the long corridors of the ship again, and finally, after ten minutes, you set foot in what you believe is the command bridge. "And here we are," she announces. "My command bridge."
"Wow..." It's all you can say as you look closely at all the instruments there. You know what some of them do, but besides that, you're unaware of the function of more than 90%. "I'm totally lost."
"Don't worry," StG puts her right hand on your shoulder. "I wouldn't understand anything either if I were in your situation."
"You're in my situation." You give her a blank look. "You don't remember anything either."
You approach the windows to get a view of the outside. Just as StG had told you, it seems you two are in the middle of an extensive sea that stretches as far as the eye can see, with some icebergs floating in the distance.
When you look at the ship's deck, what greets you is the imposing sight of two turrets with triple guns, along with a variety of smaller weapons. But the deck and many of the smaller weapons are damaged or destroyed, with charred black stains.
"These are damages caused by the battle I mentioned," StG stands beside you, contemplating the view and answering your question without you needing to ask. "Luckily, they only managed to destroy or damage some of my secondary and anti-aircraft weapons."
"How do these weapons work?" You ask with curiosity as you point to one of the cannons. "Do they aim automatically, or do you have to do something to aim?"
"It's like moving any limb of my body," she replies, and one of the smaller cannons rotates from side to side, as if waving. "It's hard to explain."
"Hmm?" A small sound catches your attention, and with curiosity, you check a small screen, which you think is a radar. "What's this?" There's a small dot that appeared on the edge of the screen. "An enemy?"
"It's the most likely scenario," was StG's response as she was also looking at the radar, although you don't know if she really needs to. "Let's change course."
As she mentions that, the ship tilts slightly to one side as it changes course.
"Aren't we going to investigate?" You tilt your head towards the radar. "Isn't it strange that there's only one?"
"No," she shakes her head. "It's probably a trap."
"Or it could be someone like you," you say, pointing to the radar. "Just like you, this 'enemy' seems to be alone."
That made her think for a moment. "I don't know... If we fall into a trap, I'm not sure I could win. There's a battleship, and possibly an aircraft carrier could also be hunting us, remember?"
...
[ ]Insist on investigating. It could be a friendly someone who, like you, is also lost.
[ ]StG is right. It could be a trap and if you two fall for it, you might not survive to tell the tale.
[ ]Try to establish communication with the radar contact to define its intentions before taking action. (Average of two 100-sided dice rolls) (Threshold 50)
[ ]Write in
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