Don't worry Cross, take your time and we'll be here. In the meantime, I've got some Omakes to post. Assuming I can wrangle them. They're proving difficult...
Bound to Earth: A CK2 Earthbound Quest in an 8-bit Dystopia
- Thread starter Crosswire
- Start date
- Crossover Sci-Fi
The Battle of Scale and Stone
Small and weak things hide in the brush and crawl under stones. Small are weak, scared, run from big things.
Big things hunt and kill small things. The small ones never fight, just run and hide. The Big things are too big, too strong. Predators.
Pogo's tribe was Small. Not Big.
The cave they lived in, hidden in tiny corner of the valley, where more Small things than Big things
Pogo… sad. His tribe was small. They lived in valley cave because it safe. hiding. His tribe too Small to face Zuu tribe. His tribe give up Beru, no fight.
Cowards.
So Pogo left. To hunt, to fight, to save Beru.
Not that he could, right now.
Pogo howled at the roof of the cave, trying desperately to climb up the pit he had fallen in, bare hands scratching at loose chunks of rock.
He only managed a short distance before he lost his grip, falling back into the muck at the bottom.
A frustrated growl broke out from his throat, only to be drowned out by another, deeper sound.
When Pogo turned around there was a beast with dark green scales. It was long and flat, with four legs just barely long enough to lift it off the ground, a broad tail, and a long mouth filled with sharp teeth.
Pogo gripped his club, raising it and getting ready to fight.
Three more crawled out of the muck.
Pogo felt very, very Small.
With a shout he brought the club down on the nearest beast's head. It fell back into the muck, eyes rolled back, but the other 3 immediately snapped at him.
He backed away, standing against the wall of the cave and trying to climb out of reach.
The beasts snapped and bit at his heels, driving him further and further up-
He slipped.
Pogo screamed as he fell towards the beast's open maw-
Something landed on the beast's head, smashing its mouth shut. A whirling mass of fists and feet tore through the muck.
By the time Pogo hit the ground, every beast was knocked flat, dead, or dazed. Pogo looked up at his savior-
Oh.
Ohhhh!
It was a woman, but she was nothing like Beru. Beru was soft, smooth, gentle. She wore only shells and grass.
This woman was tall, strong, clawed hands dripping blood. Her smile showed fangs, skin rough and scarred. She wore light blue animal fur, complete with tail.
"Why you here?"
Pogo startled, staring openly at the woman. She could speak?
She walked forward and cracked him across the head with her bare hands. "No staring! Ayla taken!"
Pogo sat up, blinking away bright lights. Before he could recover the
Ayla scooped Pogo up, completely ignoring his daze. With practiced ease she danced through the muck, jumping over beasts, kicking a few when they got too close.
She easily reached the other side, walking through several chambers before exiting the cave as a whole.
She unceremoniously dumped Pogo on the ground once they reached safety. "Why you here?" She asked again.
Pogo couldn't speak. How could he-?
He saw the Kuu tribe's home. Distant but in sight.
Pogo pointed at himself, picked up a stone, and hugged it to his chest. Then he pointed at the Kuu tribe and mimed snatching the stone away. Then he growled and raised his club.
"Tribe took precious from you? You try to get back?" Ayla asked
Pogo nodded frantically.
Ayla grinned viciously, hands curling into claws. "Ayla help!"
The fight is quick and vicious.
Pogo punches a Kuu tribesman into a wall, clubs another over the head. Ayla has no weapon, but every punch sends another flying.
They reach the shrine easily.
The shrine is a wooden platform dangling over a cliff. A long wooden pole carved from a tree sits in the middle, with Beru tied to it with grass fibers.
Pogo spotted Zaki and the Kuu chief standing near Beru. With a shout, he charged forward.
Before Pogo and Zaki can fight, the sound of cracking wood interrupts everyone. The shrine starts to tilt to the side, before breaking in half and sending the combatants over the cliffside..
For the second time today, Pogo peeled himself off the ground after falling from a great height.
He immediately scrambled for Beru, finding her still tied up. Thankfully the pole had snapped from the fall, and getting her out was as simple as sliding the rope to the broken edge.
As soon as she was free, Beru hugged Pogo tight.
"Your Mate?" Ayla asked, walking over to the two reuniting.
Beru nodded yes as Pogo shook his head no.
Beru stomped on his foot.
Pogo nodded yes.
A deep, echoing roar drew everyone's attention. At the other end of the pit, a massive creature was moving.
It had a huge head, with a maw full of teeth, two powerful legs, and two much less powerful arms. The whole beast was covered in scales
"Reptite!" Ayla shouted, immediately raising her fists.
The Kuu chieftain runs towards the beast, yelling and chanting at the creature that was his god.
The Reptite leaned down and ate him in a single bite.
Zaki quivered, mouth agape with fear as the beast stepped forward, growling and barking it's fangs
"Ayla Reptite hunter! No fear!" Ayla stands tall, even as the gargantuan Reptite towers over her.
Beru clenched her fist, picking up a piece of the shrine to use as a weapon. Even Zaki rallied and picked up his spear.
Pogo turned to face the massive creature, raised his club, and bellowed a war cry.
"GAOOOO!"
Writing for a pair of Cave People is really, really hard. I kept writing sentences and then saying "No that's too eloquent." So I had to repeatedly tear it apart and make it more caveman-like.
I hated every second of it. Enjoy.
I hated every second of it. Enjoy.
I don't know about everyone else but I feel like I can't do an Omake without at least some crossover. That's the whole point of the setting after all. But when it came time to cross someone with Live A Live Prehistory I realized my options were severely limited.
And then I realized Ayla and Chrono Trigger was literally perfect material
I dont know that we really need chrono trigger becoming a thing. As much as I love it, Giygas is bad enough, we don't need him teaming up with Lavos.
- Location
- England, unfortunately.
- Pronouns
- She/They
no one said that it has to be canon.
Yeah the ultimate decision on what becomes canon to the Quest is with Cross.
But if I did get a choice, I'd go for Akira all the way. Psychic punk fighting a conspiracy? Sounds right up our alley.
Final Fanta-Cid
Highwind: Those utter bastards! Those lazy, good-for-nothing, money-grubbing execs!
Pollendina: Calm down, it isn't that bad.
Highwind: The fuck it isn't?! All it took was one failed launch and those bastards pulled the plug on the entire space program!
Marguez: You're been awfully loud for someone in a text chat.
Kramer: I concur. This is like reading an argument between my students.
Highwind: Bite me! My dream is ruined! I'll never get to pilot a spaceship, I'll never be an astronaut!
Fabool IX: I'm sorry for your loss Highwind. Is there no way for you to move somewhere else and attempt your dream again?
Highwind: No. The Shinra Severance package is a quiet life in bumfuck nowhere and a guard at your door, or a bullet in the brain. I'm sure I could dodge those footsoldier chucklefucks but Turks and SOLDIERs would be an issue.
Pollendina: My offer still stands. You're a hell of an engineer, the Red Wings could use a guy like you. Plus I can introduce you to Kain. He's a bit broody, but he has your last name. He's a dragoon too!
Fabool IX: Same with me. I'd love to pick your brain about airships. I understand the Tiny Bronco is just a personal vessel for you, but I find it fascinating how such a small ship has that level of maneuverability.
Highwind: Thanks for the offers, but I'm hanging tough for now. Maybe I'm just overreacting. The rocket is complete, it's just listing a bit. It wouldn't even take that much effort to fix it up for another launch.
Marguez: I'm curious, how did the launch fail exactly? You said there were no mechanical failures right?
Highwind: It's a hell of a story. So, this no-good scientist is fiddling with my damn oxygen stores right before the rocket is set to launch! We can't wait, we can't abort the launch or it'll be set back for months! But if the rocket does launch, that little lady gets burnt to a crisp!
Marguez: You aborted it.
Highwind: I did.
Kramer: That's a very good thing you did Highwind.
Highwind: Fuck off Kramer.
Pollendina: You're a crass prick Highwind, but you're a good man.
Highwind: Thanks.
Kramer: How come you're so nice to Pollendina?
Highwind: Because you're a creepy fuck who trains child soldiers. If it were up to me I'd kick your ass out of the Cid Clan in a heartbeat. Well, that and your crazy-ass airship castle.
Marguez: You know the rules Highwind, the vote has to be unanimous.
Highwind: Yeah yeah…
Fabool IX: This has been a downer so far. How about we focus on something more positive?
Pollendina: Cecil and Rosa are getting married! <3 I'm so proud of them! Cecil proposed right after becoming a Dark Knight
Fabool IX: Ah young love…
Marguez: It's somewhat strange seeing you use an emoji.
Highwind: Did you give Cecil the "If you hurt her" speech?
Pollendina: I reminded him that I'm the lead engineer for the Red Wings. I could put a bomb in the engine room of his airship and he would never know
Highwind: Damn. I'm impressed.
Pollendina: Cecil's a good lad, there's basically no chance I'll have to enact that threat, but I needed to give him one. Just in case.
Kramer: That's an awful lot of protective instinct for someone who isn't even your daughter isn't it?
Highwind: You wouldn't know protective instinct if it reared up to bite you.
Marguez: Highwind, calm down or you're getting timed out. Kramer, why don't you tell us what you've been working on?
Kramer: Thank you Marguez. We're starting to figure out the whole "guardian forces" thing we've been working on. Basically taking entities from the Dreamlands and putting them to work.
Marguez: Huh. We've been working on something similar in the Empire actually.
Kramer: Interesting! We'll have to compare notes. Anyway, as it turns out having teenagers contact Dreamland entities runs the risk of mental corruption, memory loss, and insanity. I'm told the kids will make a full recovery, and we're working on a way to make the process safe. We're just not there yet.
Highwind: WHAT THE FLYINGFUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU KRAMER?!
-Highwind has been timed out for 5 minutes-
Marguez: I warned you Highwind. That said I share some of his concerns Kramer. This feels like a scenario of short-term gains and long-term losses. If the guardian forces make them stronger but result in severe mental degradation, can you honestly say they'll make effective soldiers?
Pollendina: Cecil became a Dark Knight all on his own merits. The use of Guardian Forces seems… risky.
Kramer: Like I said, we're working on it right now. It's a work in progress, and there are plenty of kinks to work out, but it's got so much potential. You said you were working on something too Marguez, what's your project like?
Marguez: It's somewhat similar actually. We're dealing with Espers, some people call them Aeons or Summons.
Pollendina: Oh! We have a nearby village with summoners in it! Or at least there are rumors about it. It's called Mist, and hidden in the well. You know.
Fabool IX: I believe our neighboring kingdom's princess have a similar ability.
Marguez: To put it simply. Performing magic requires a lot of study and training or for some sort of relationship with a magical entity. Our goal is to create a way to easily create a connection with a magical entity, enabling the use of magic without extensive training.
Kramer: That is similar to the Guardian Force project.
Marguez: Yes, but the difference is we're attempting to prevent the entity from enacting influence on the person using them. Ergo, we force the creature to submit before its power is granted. Killing them and using their body parts, or taking samples is much more effective, and it prevents any backlash from affecting the user.
Highwind: Again, that's pretty fucked up.
Kramer: Oh. You're back.
Marguez: Is Materia any different? You're killing the planet and draining it for energy and magic.
Highwind: The difference is we don't literally suck the life out of a creature to do it.
Marguez: Yes I'm sure the gradually expanding ring of decay around Midgard is perfectly safe for life. What, are you going to champion the rights of Espers? They aren't even really living creatures. They're beings of magic.
Highwind: I'm tired of dealing with you shits. Let's just finish the meeting. Did anything interesting recently Fabool?
Fabool IX: I'd love to say I had some sort of project going on but, the truth is the wife and I have been on the rocks for a bit. She was angry that I spent so much time working on my personal airship, I decided to take some time off and be with her.
Highwind: Fair enough. Hard to live with a harpy chirping in your ear ain't it?
Fabool IX: How would you know? You aren't married.
Highwind: Nah, but Shera, that's the scientist who ruined my launch by the way, moved in with me. She's been doing chores and shit trying to earn my forgiveness.
Fabool IX: If only my wife would try to earn my forgiveness…
Marguez: She'd have to do something wrong first.
Pollendina: Does anyone else have anything they need to say?
Fabool IX: No, I'd best get going. My wife's forgiveness will not come easy.
Highwind: I need tea and a smoke.
Marguez: I believe this meeting is over. Goodbye, my fellow Cids, and good luck with your endeavors.
Highwind: Piss off Marguez.
-Highwind has been timed out for 5 minutes.
Marguez: You're lucky that you're such a good Cid, or I'd have kicked you out long ago.
Kramer: I agree. I don't understand why he hates me so much
Pollendina: Remember, the vote has to be unanimous. I like Highwind too much to get rid of him.
Marguez: True. Perhaps I'll never be rid of you Highwind. But at least I have the power to shut you up for a little bit.
This one was basically just for fun. Final Fantasy and its many Cids are a great source of comedy and fun, and the first set of 9 are all perfectly within reach of the 8-Bit Dystopia setting. Although I would guess almost all of them are in the Outlands instead of in The City. What with all the fantasy in their worlds. Though most of them dabble in high technology and Sci Fi as well.
Don't ask me how they have a text chat with one another.
For your Cid Guide. Cid Pollendina is the Cid from Final Fantasy 4. Cid Del Norte Marguez is the Cid from Final Fantasy 6. Cid Highwind is the Cid from Final Fantasy 7. Cid Kramer is the Cid from Final Fantasy 8. Finally, Cid Fabool IX is from Final Fantasy 9
Don't ask me how they have a text chat with one another.
For your Cid Guide. Cid Pollendina is the Cid from Final Fantasy 4. Cid Del Norte Marguez is the Cid from Final Fantasy 6. Cid Highwind is the Cid from Final Fantasy 7. Cid Kramer is the Cid from Final Fantasy 8. Finally, Cid Fabool IX is from Final Fantasy 9
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Omegahugger
Inattentive Idiot
Not gonna lie, considering the date this omake came up, part of me was expecting it to end in a Cid Polycule.
- Location
- England, unfortunately.
- Pronouns
- She/They
Omega I know you well enough that I have reason to doubt Valentine's Day had much of an impact on your thought process.
What? And here I was sure that Omega was the kind of person to never do that sort of thing ever.
Aaaaaaah ya know given how packed 8BD I sometimes wonder if their are occassions of the eldrich horrors smashing into each other face first and no one noticing.
I mean other than all the ones Kirby probably kills.
Omegahugger
Inattentive Idiot
I would like to state for the record that I have yet to conduct any kind of reckless and unsubstantiated shipping.
... Out loud in the thread.
The Fragments of I
The grey fuzziness that Fou-Lu has slept in for many years slowly lifted, awareness coming to the slumbering dragon bit by bit. He felt a slight tug as if something were calling him forth-He has finally awoken… the final fragment of the Yorae dragon.
A massive pillar of light burst from his body, the raw power of his divinity spilling forth as the dragon emperor awakened.
As quickly as it first appeared, the light faded as it all condensed into the form of a man. Outside of his white hair and the horns on his head, Fou-Lu could be mistaken for a perfectly normal man.
Fou-Lu slowly stood up, feeling a rush of blood as he stood for the first time in many years. His condition was as flawless as ever, of course, one of the perks of divinity. But having spent so long with a mere fraction of his power he felt…
Diminished.
"My Liege." A deep rumbling voice caught Fou-Lu's attention, his faithful guardian bowing his head in reverence. "I take it that the final fraction of you has awakened?"
A black-furred cross between a lion and a dog, immortal much like himself, Won-qu was one of the few beings Fou-Lu would confess affection for.
"Won-qu." Fou-Lu greeted, as the guardian sat before him. "Yes, the time has come to find mine other fragments. Reclaim the title of Yorae dragon."
"Of course my liege. However… where are the courtiers? The priests? Why has no single voice been raised in honor of thy return?" The guardian seemed upset, looking left and right as if expecting a royal recession to appear to greet them.
"Tis not of import. They are mortals. An eternity it would take to fathom their foolishness. They are fickle and forgetful creatures Won-qui, perhaps they have forgotten me."
The guardian growled, "Foolish indeed my lord."
"A more important matter guides our attention. That presence… distant and yet to fully awaken, but unmistakable. The final piece of our divinity…" Fou-Lu closed his eyes, letting his senses expand.
All around him, he could feel pieces, the tiny fragments of his true form scattered to the winds. He slept until all the fragments were found, awakened. To avoid wasting time, and to reach completion sooner. The largest slumbering piece was finally awake, ready for him to begin repairing his divine being…
"Won-qi! Guard our place of rest. When we return, we shall be whole." Fou-Lu exited his tomb, preparing to walk down the pyramid-like steps.
"As you wish sire but, where art thou going?"
"To the capital. We shall reunite at the appointed place, as it was written."
Something was following him.
Fou-Lu considered ignoring the presence, but rather than fade it drew closer instead. "Are you truly that foolish?"
Fou-Lu turned to see a beast far larger than himself. It looked like a perversion of a dragon, with two huge stocky legs, and a massive maw full of jagged teeth, it lacked wings or proper forelimbs. Nothing more than a Wyrm.
"... Thou are not a true fragment of the Yorae dragon. Merely influenced by our presence." Fou-Lu said dismissively. "Begone or be silenced."
The Wyrm seemed to disagree, roaring as it lunged to bite him in half.
How cute.
A shining blade appeared in Fou-Lu's hands, cutting effortlessly through scale and sinew as he lightly flicked the blade. One slash ripped open its mouth, severing its jaw.
The second took off its head.
Fou-Lu sighed before pressing onwards. Perhaps it was a representation of his divinity? The irresistible draw of an Endless? He would not be hurt by such a trifling creature, but to battle his way through the world would be… distasteful.
"Did you hear those roars?" A distant voice caught his attention.
"Yeah, don't worry about it. We're here to kill a dragon, little thing like that won't hurt us at all."
"Thou intent to kill a dragon?"
It was amusing, watching the mortals snap to attention, lowering their spears to point at him. After a moment they raised them again, having deemed him not a threat.
"What are you doing in these woods, they're dangerous!"
"A mere bit of sightseeing." Fou-Lu smiled slightly, raising his hands to show he was unarmed. As if such a thing would stop him.
"Well go see the sights somewhere else! Rumor has it a demonic dragon is to awaken tonight, and we're gonna kill it."
"So we were correct. Thou intend to kill a dragon." His smile spread wider, divine power gathering in his palm. "Hast thou ever seen a dragon?"
A shape emerged behind the man, a smooth-scaled head emerging from a hole that seemed to open mid-air. With the grace of an agile bird, the dragon rose effortlessly from the tear in space, spreading its beautiful multicolored wings and letting loose a roar.
"A dragon… A God unfurls thy wings and the world follows. Tide, earth, wind, and flame bow to Us. Wouldst thou fight a God?"
The soldier fumbled with a small black cube, holding it up to his mouth and yelling "We found the demon dragon! Repeat, we found-!"
The dragon opened its mouth, expelling a stream of vibrant blue flames that exploded the instant they touched the ground.
All that was left of the soldiers was a smoldering crater.
"Tis as I thought, it is not the nature of mortals to change," Fou-Lu said dismissively, stalking past the crater without a second glance.
He had only traveled a short distance when another strange feeling greeted him. A field of darkness covered his path, one crafted from magic no doubt.
"Show yourself. We have no patience for japes." Fou-Lu commanded, lightly waving his hand
The darkness quickly fled, revealing an old man with a slight build and a face as wrinkled as a prune. "Pardon my presumption… you are the God Emperor, Fou-Lu are you not? I have been expecting you since I saw the flames from where my guards were posted, and the pillar of light from your tomb."
"Thou sayst thou wast waiting for us? Thou knowst of us, and what we are?" Fou-Lu asked
"Yes, Your Majesty. Fou-Lu, the first lord of our budding empire." The old man said.
"Hmph…" Fou-Lu cast a wave of energy with the wave of his hand, one which crashed against the old man's hasty barrier and caused the earth to tremble.
"Why approach us with malice in thine heart, a blade in thine hand?" Fou-Lu asked, lowering his hand as the old man regained his footing.
"I'm afraid times have changed my lord." The man clapped his hands together "Ifrit! Esper of Fire, heed my call!"
A massive muscular arm emerged from the earth, punching through the rock and gripping the earth as a humanoid monster crawled out. Wreathed in fire, with huge horns, sharp nails, and a bestial stance.
"How pathetic… summoning a creature to do thy bidding." Fou-Lu summoned his blade again and slashed, only to blink in shock at the shallow cut in his target.
Ifrit howled and smashed both fists on the ground, nearly flattening Fou-Lu as he dodged back, then landed a vicious forward punch, sending the emperor flying back.
Despite the heavy hit, Fou-Lu landed on his feet, looking more scuffed than injured. He huffed in annoyance as a bright light engulfed him, briefly obscuring him in a pillar of light.
"We must commend thou, thine efforts have forced us to reveal a further fraction of our power." Fou-Lu's smile radiated cocksure smugness. Dark blue scales covered his entire lower body and back, clawed hands, three-toed feet, and two slender wings adorning his otherwise humanoid body.
Ifrit threw itself forward, only to crash into Fou-Lu's vicious elbow strike. The djinn fought valiantly, but the merciless blows of the half-dragon sent them reeling, time and time again.
Ifrit roared again, briefly driving Fou-Lu back with a ball of fire from its mouth. The djinn seemed to perk up as it noticed Fou-Lu dodge spell after spell. The punches and kicks seemed to do little, but the fire...
"Ifrit! Hellfire!" The old man commanded. A massive column of flame absorbed Ifrit as it began to cast hellfire. Fou-Lu dashed back, floating above the ground as he stared into the rising inferno.
"To waste this much effort on a mortal's pet!" Fou-Lu grit his teeth before raising his hands. This time a cocoon briefly appeared around him, a black barricade with magic sigils scrawled on every corner.
When the Emperor emerged he was a full-bodied true dragon, with white scales and translucent red wings. The dragon silently opened its mouth, and fired forth a beam of pure destruction.
Once again all that was left of his prey was a mere crater. But this time something was wrong.
The dragon dropped gracelessly to its feet, stumbling as it touched the ground and morphed back into a man. "Why-?"
"You appear tired, my lord." The old man emerged from the darkness again, standing in the emperor's path. "To be expected I suppose, you have only just awoken from a long slumber, and you aren't exactly complete are you?"
"Thou dost not intend to fulfill thy promise. As was commanded by our pact." Fou-Lu said, forcing himself to stand tall.
"I'm afraid it is as you say, my lord. As is, we would have you sleep once more." The old man waved his hand, calling forth several soldiers. Including one riding a machine, bipedal with large claw-like hands.
Fou-Lu chuckled "We would call thee foolish, but thou are merely a mortal. Thou cannot go against thy nature. Still, thou will find our promise is not so easily broken."
Without warning, Fou-Lu jumped, nearly clearing the trees as he landed on the crest of a nearby hill. "Tell thy master our words!"
"Trying to escape, Majesty?"The old man turned to the soldiers. "Set fire to the trees, we cannot allow him to recover his strength!"
The soldiers nodded, some pulling out bows while others found arrows dipped in pitch and lit them. The soldier in the machine merely grinned, stepping forward and firing a beam of fire from the center of the machine's chest.
Within minutes, Fou-Lu was trapped in a hellish forest fire, sweat dripping down his face as he dashed through the trees. He briefly had to double back as a flaming trunk crashed down in his path, setting a barrier of fire.
"They would use fire against us? Well planned indeed." He could not help but admire their cleverness, even as it was turned against him. He managed to find a break in the trees and emerge to a rope bridge over a river-
And the old man was waiting for him, flanked by two soldiers and the machine-riding soldier.
"Your Majesty has a strong affinity to water, yes? And with your powers still weakened, I doubt you could survive a battle against my summon in the fire."
"... We woust… know thy name, cunning one." Fou-Lu huffed, feeling his power wane.
"Yohm, general of the Imperial army. At your service." Yohm bowed his head politely, before calling again "Kahm!"
A massive flaming fist emerged from a portal in front of Yohm, smashing Fou-Lu through the bridge and sending him plummeting into the river below.
"... How foolish of me, to allow him to reach the water." Yohm ruminated, looking at the dark waters below the bridge. He turned to his soldiers. " Send some scouts downriver, find the body."
"Miss Tiki, why are you crying?"
The green-haired girl looked up, still trying to wipe away the tears. "I… I don't know. It feels like… someone's hurting."
"Are you hurt?" The elderly man leaned over, looking for any scrapes or injuries on his young charge.
"No, but… I think someone else is." The young divine dragon fiddled with her dragonstone, rolling it between her fingers. "I wish… I want to help them. Even though I don't know who they are."
"Tiki, you know why we can't do that." Bantu gently explained. "Without the binding shield-"
"I know," Tiki whined. How much was her life defined by that shield? Without it, she would decay, and fall into madness like the others. The only reason she hadn't already was because she restrained her powers and slept.
Speaking of sleep...
"It's time for me to go to sleep again, isn't it?" She asked sadly.
"I'm afraid so." Bantu was apologetic, but firm. "If you'd like I could tell you a story to ease you to sleep."
"Go ahead Ban-Ban." Tiki leaned back and settled herself under the covers. She tried to listen to the story, she really did! But the whole time that Bantu was talking…
She couldn't shake the image of a white-haired man, flickering in her mind's eye.
I love Breath of Fire, you guys. It's so good! The game is really good, the manga is really good, admittedly the manga is a better story because it isn't broken up by a half hour of fishing, riding floating snails, managing a fairy village, and other such japes. But they both have their charms.
Screw Fou-Lu's Ye Olde Butchered English though. It was really hard to write.
This is setup for another little series I've got planned. About Fou-Lu and the fragments of the Yorae dragon. I have a pretty good idea of what I'm doing on the good guy side of things, getting some Fire Emblem and Final Fantasy characters involved to play around with. But on the bad guy side of things I was struggling. See, the enemy of BoF 4 is the Fou-Lu Empire, started by Fou-Lu and then corrupted as he slept. But a lot of evil empires don't really lend themselves to being grafted together. That said, I'm thinking of folding it with Final Fantasy 6's empire. Since the emperor (not Fou-Lu the other one) is relatively irrelevant in both. Also both empires look their their watches and say "Oh would you look at the time, it's Warcrime O'clock!"
On the dragon side of things, I like the idea that Fou-Lu and the fracturing of the Yorae dragon basically "seeded" dragons in the outlands. Like, the original pieces were all powerful and divine and stuff but as they died out and had children the draconic power spread further, and in the time Fou-Lu has been sleeping it led to the Manaketes of Fire Emblem (who's whole "going insane" problem is due to their mixed divine and mortal blood being bad for them, hence why they seal it in dragonstones.) and the Brood of BoF 3. (who got genocided, but their power is still out there, sealed in divine crystals which are eternal even as their bodies rot)
Screw Fou-Lu's Ye Olde Butchered English though. It was really hard to write.
This is setup for another little series I've got planned. About Fou-Lu and the fragments of the Yorae dragon. I have a pretty good idea of what I'm doing on the good guy side of things, getting some Fire Emblem and Final Fantasy characters involved to play around with. But on the bad guy side of things I was struggling. See, the enemy of BoF 4 is the Fou-Lu Empire, started by Fou-Lu and then corrupted as he slept. But a lot of evil empires don't really lend themselves to being grafted together. That said, I'm thinking of folding it with Final Fantasy 6's empire. Since the emperor (not Fou-Lu the other one) is relatively irrelevant in both. Also both empires look their their watches and say "Oh would you look at the time, it's Warcrime O'clock!"
On the dragon side of things, I like the idea that Fou-Lu and the fracturing of the Yorae dragon basically "seeded" dragons in the outlands. Like, the original pieces were all powerful and divine and stuff but as they died out and had children the draconic power spread further, and in the time Fou-Lu has been sleeping it led to the Manaketes of Fire Emblem (who's whole "going insane" problem is due to their mixed divine and mortal blood being bad for them, hence why they seal it in dragonstones.) and the Brood of BoF 3. (who got genocided, but their power is still out there, sealed in divine crystals which are eternal even as their bodies rot)
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Awesome story!
I like how you combined Emperor Ghetsal with the Breath of Fire Emperor
Im curious wether other RPG franchises take part around these medieval areas where FE/FF/BoF are situated (Which I presume is outside the city)
I don't think that 8-Bit Dystopia has a rigidly defined place for the Final Fantasy, Dragon Quest, Fire Emblem type games yet. And I can see why since contending with all of them usually means contending with an average of 3-6 nations per game, in several very long running series.
I just kinda shoved them somewhere in the outlands and put them in a blender. It works out since most of them are completing for most war crimes anyway, and I could absolutely see the same empire that produced Magitech soldiers producing the Carronade.
The one thing I had to be careful on was picking settings where dragons are/were divine. Since that's kind of the crux of BoF 4
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I think the general belief is that they fill out the various Kingdoms of the Outlands.
Basically, most of the Outlands haven't had a lot done with them, I think we're like, still needing
Eagle Quarter, Caravan of Dreams, Cult of the Great Devourer (Last Chaos Cult), Driller Commune, all of the Outlands (New Kingdoms, Kong Country, Castlevania, Outer Heaven) Space, and the Dreamlands are the WIP things on the main doc.
Turn 5 Results
Turn 5 Results
Martial: Vent Your Frustrations |
DC: ???/???/???
1d100 = 76+16= 92[Tier 3 Success!]
You can't sleep.
You can't eat.
Nothing feels good.
Your mind keeps drifting back to the phone call.
Every little thing pulls you back to that moment.
A familiar place, a distant ringing, something you hear on television.
No matter what you do, no matter how hard you try, the words keep coming back.
Her words.
You barely have any energy.
What was previously easy becomes a herculean task.
What was once exciting or at least interesting is now wholly unappealing.
Even the idea of trying to 'save' the Eagle Quarter stirs almost nothing in you now. All you want to do is lie in bed.
You're left feeling like your chest is filled with needles and you feel increasingly warm, almost like you're running a fever.
You lie wide awake in bed one night. Every square inch of your mind a writhing, unsleeping ball of anguish.
It's too much.
Sliding out of bed, you wordlessly head downstairs.
Dressed in your pajamas you grab your baseball bat and walk with bare feet off into the woods.
In the opposite direction of civilization.
Striding through the dark it's not long before you're walking through shade laden leaves and the thick trunks of trees.
But you keep walking, and walking, until you come up against the face of a cliff.
The ultimate border marking where the edge of Onnet breaks off into the nearly unscalable cliffs and rolling hills to the north and east.
As soon as you register where you are you close your eyes, inhale-
"ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!"
And scream.
"MOTHERFUCKING BITCH FUCK!"
A constant stream of vitriol filled curses leave your mouth as you smash and swing your bat against everything around you.
Breaking saplings in half, tearing up bushes by the roots, and breaking the branches off the larger trees with your bare hands.
As you scream your lungs out and flail through the darkness, your mind pulls you back to everyone who ever wronged you.
All the wizened old women who rudely screeched at you to get out of their yards when collecting balls.
Every degrading moment you were stuck sitting in the principal's office listening to infirm, powerless old men talk to you about your doomed future.
The countless looks you got from the other kids in town. All the small slights, the inane whispers and murmurs behind your back, the simple lack of empath.
The sheer and utter loneliness.
In the dark you imagine smashing their knees with your bat.
Grabbing their heads and pushing your thumbs through their eyes.
Squeezing their windpipes shut and seeing the looks of regret on their face as they suffocate in your grip.
Even if it's purely in your mind, just the thought of them suffering even an ounce of what you feel, what you've felt, gives you some sort of dark reprieve.
Then you think of your mother and…
It's gone.
The catharsis is chimeric.
You scream even louder and swing even harder.
You run straight up to a tree, a mighty oak, and begin to smash your bat against it.
Each swing of the bat sends chunks of bark flying off, the recoil from the blows leaving your palms sore and your shoulders aching.
Gritting your teeth you try to imagine striking your mother. Getting back at her for what she did…
But your swings falter and your baseball bat is spent spinning out of your sweating, shaking hand and into the darkness.
So you simply begin punching the tree with your bare hands.
You scream as you smash the exposed, young wood. The skin scraping off your knuckles with every hit.
You're pulled back to the moment on the phone. Your mother's voice rings in your ears. Your chest tightens and you let out another hateful scream.
The sweating, feverish heat engulfing your body suddenly breaks. You feel your fists striking the tree with almost no delay between hits.
Leaves fall from the branches above are shaken loose by your hits.
But they flutter to the ground far too s l o w l y.
Splinters fly as your blows begin to pulverize the wood inwards, leaving red stains and smears as your hands bleed and pulp beneath your endless swinging.
You push yourself harder, and harder, and harder expecting the anger to come. For release to arrive. For the torrent of pain inside you to finally STOP.
...But it doesn't.
Buried deep in your gut, buried deep in the back of your mind isn't anger.
It's sadness.
Your punches become wet, bloody slaps against the wood as your knees begin to buckle beneath you. A wave of exhaustion robbing you of your strength as the leaves fall at a normal speed around you.
The screaming stops as you begin to let out a hoarse, chocking sob. Trailing bloodied fingers down the face of the tree as you slump to the ground.
You want to hate your mother.
You want to blame her for everything.
You want her to be the reason your life isn't different, isn't better.
For once you want something in this god awful city to be simple.
…
But it's not.
Deep down you always known it's not.
You feel empathy for your mother. Her pain was audible, and some part of you feels guilty.
Did she even want you? Did she want any of her children? Was she that unhappy? Were you and your siblings just some 'mistake'?
Why did she bother trying to love you at all?
You curl into a fetal position in the dark of the woods amidst a bed of leave and cry.
That's all you can do for quite some time.
It's unclear how much time had passed when you were finally able to stop. But light was starting to push through the gaps in the tree canopy overhead.
Weakly pushing yourself to your feet you found your bat and stumbled your way home.
...
The blisters on your feet were easier to hide then your fucked up hands the next morning. Even if you were able to make an excuse to your siblings, Buzz Buzz pushed you on the matter. So you lied. Told him you were out training because you weren't feeling well.
At first it was just a lie.
Something to get him off your back.
But, amidst your attempts to lie you actually recounted the weird thing that happened in the forest.
Buzz Buzz believed you because, after a few tests, you both realized you'd discovered a new PSI Technique.
He congratulated you.
But you didn't feel anything when he did.
You don't feel better after what happened in the woods. But...
At least you're not lying to yourself about how you feel.
C.D Has Learned the PSI Technique:
An 'old' PSI technique, sometimes referred to as 'QuickUp'. This technique allows the user to expend PSI energy to accelerate the state of being of a single target. Allowing them to move and react faster for a brief time, at the cost of potentially exhausting themselves. Stronger versions do not increase the amount of targets that can be affected by this technique, merely its intensity. |
Stewardship: Buy Stock in the Baseball Bat Factory (Buzz-Buzz) |
DC: 40/80/90
1d100 = 56 + 7 + 6 + 1 = 70[Tier 1 Success]
-5 FUNDS
The whole thing was done via telephone. It was a small mercy. If you had to show up in person, god forbid in a suit or a dress, the whole thing would have been a bloodbath.
Obfuscating who you were was easy and any concern for your age more or less evaporated once it became clear you had serious money. You had been ready to simply call and get it over with, but Buzz Buzz had convinced you to wait.
It was no secret that the O.P.F's lockdown was starting to hurt the small businesses in town. What was supposed to be a simple protective measure was quickly starting to appear like a financial holocaust just over the horizon.
The 'Major' was a CEO of the company that more or less ran Onnet. You also knew just from what you found in his second home alone that he had cash to spare and could keep everything afloat, and people from getting too uppity, for a quite while.
But that didn't mean the bigger businesses, the ones not directly owned or controlled by Pirkle, wouldn't start to sweat.
Buzz Buzz had you wait to invest in the company until after they believed the mayor had sent the baseball bat factory money.
His guess that the mayor hadn't given the company nearly as much as they had hoped was spot on.
You didn't even need to talk down the investment price, they simply took your offer as soon as you made it. The hint of desperation over the line would have made you feel bad if you didn't already feel like garbage about everything else.
Even with his limited knowledge of human economics, Buzz Buzz had pulled through. The labor of doing business over the phone was over, and it wouldn't be long till you got for first bout of 'passive income'.
Enough to pay the bills, buy groceries, and then some.
Knowing that your money troubles were at least partially over put some small part of you at ease.
+ Passive Income Gained! Bills can be paid. +1 Funds per turn! |
Intrigue: Break Into the Hospital (Porky) |
DC: 50/???
1d100 = 90+3+24= 117[SMASSSSSSH SUCCESS!]
"I'll be right back, we just need to check the documentation."
Porky's smile couldn't have been more artificial if it was whatever they tried to pass off as 'beef' in the school cafeteria.
He sat in the cheap plastic chair in the hospital director's office, his eyes following the female doctor until she exited her office completely. Porky made sure to remain perfectly still as he listened to the sound of her heels disappear before he dropped his act.
"Hehe, they'll drop their guard completely when it comes to squeezing money out of someone!"
Sliding out of his seat, he quickly made his way around to the other side of the director's desk and began going through her drawers.
It was a careful, meticulous process. Porky had gone through his parents things to know that one paper or pen out of place could mean the end of everything.
He was thankful to find what he was looking for in the first drawer. A set of master keys to the whole hospital. Backdoors, front doors, and especially the doors to the labs.
"If CD wants to rob the place they do can it themselves. She's about a subtle as a rapid dog, but even she can clean out this place tonight after hours as long as she has the keys."
Porky jiggled the ring of keys in front of his pudgy face with a satisfied smirk. His feet were already starting to hurt and he was ready to slide back into his seat and wait for his first chance to leave when he was hit with a realization.
"The people here are stupid, but they're NOT stupid enough to leave the locks the same after the place gets robbed."
This would probably be his own chance to root around in the hospital for a while.
Porky had no particular desire to do so, but if doing it now meant not having to do it again later on when CD inevitably got some wild hare up her butt, then he'd bite the bullet.
Rooting through the rest of the head doctors drawers, Porky found nothing of interest. Not even any 'fun' description medications he could sell or bribe people with.
In fact, he kept hearing an annoying clicking noise every time he opened one of the drawers.
"Jeez, for a doctor they sure cheaped out on their desk. Dad always goes on about getting a 'real artificial mahogany', I figured a doctor with too much money would do the same."
Pulling open the last drawer, Porky saw nothing but a roll of mints-
Click
Ca-CHUNK!
Ca-CHUNK!
Porky abruptly stepped away from the desk, his gut clenching as something mechanical moved.
He nearly bolted from the room. Visions of grenades and boobytrapped spikes filling his head.
However he stopped when he saw it.
In the area where a normal person's legs would have been while sitting, a panel had opened up.
And inside he saw a glint of silver.
"Jackpot!"
Porky got on his hands and knees, crawling under the desk to get to the compartment.
Inside he found a stack of papers stabled together and a small duralumin case.
With his fat fingers already sweaty with anticipation, Porky popped open the case and looked at the contents inside.
Kept in foam cut-outs where what appeared to be some sort of gun? On close examination it looked like some sort of medical device. Like an injector, but with many smaller needles instead of one long one. Kept with it was a large green vial of liquid.
"Yikes!" Porky felt his butt clench at the sight of the size of the vial and the gun itself.
"I can see why people hate needles now. Is ALL of that supposed to go into someone? All at once?"
Porky's dread prompted him to close the case and actually flip through the papers included with it.
His worries it would be some draw, mile-thick medical booklet turned out to be false. Instead it was a hastily written up report of sorts, the dates on it indicates it was from almost a year ago.
| Hey Boss. We got the drug shipment from our contact. It's the same bootleg painkillers and medicines as usual, but I noticed there was some actual Metpharm products mixed in with things. I tried asking our guy before he bolted, but all he said that Metpharm was liquidating a bunch of 'old inventory' and he simply scooped up what he could. Didn't exactly instill confidence, and I didn't want you yelling at me if someone stroked out because of bad meds again, so I looked through things. And I found something weird. Amidst the painkillers and antidepressants I found what at first looked like a gun. After examining it though, it turned out it was an injector. Came with two 'drug cylinders' filled with a green liquid. Something called NELCON? No real labels and only basic instructors on how to use the injector. Given the whole cylinder is supposed to be used in a single 'dose', we just had to crack one open and see what the lab could tell us. I mean, can you blame me? Fucking LOOK at the thing, the dosage is insane! We got no real answers. All we can figure out is that it's a pretty advanced drug, something meant to stimulate part of the user's brain. Stuff SCREAMS high-end designer drug to me. We gave some small doses (I'm talking drops) to some patients, and apparently it works as a potent antiemetic. Though more likely an intentional result, since the side-effects in some of the patients we treated (especially that obnoxious soapboxer girl from Twoson) were pretty weird. We can save quite a bit of money using this instead of conventional antiemetics. Keep the remaining cylinder and the injector locked up, since the stuff we got from the first cylinder should last us a long while. Still. This creeps me out. A lot of the stuff we got is old Metapharm crap. It's still good, but it's...I don't know I just have a bad feeling. Did we get something we weren't supposed to? You KNOW how weird they are about not doing business in the Eagle Quarter. They get a particular kind of pissed when they learn their stuff ends up here. |
Porky heard the sound of heels in the distance.
"Frick frick frick frick-"
He crawled as fast as his plump body would go, quickly closing each individual drawer before running back to his chair.
Porky however realized he was still holding the case and papers.
As the sound of footsteps grew louder his head darted around the room, looking for a place to stash the case.
The door opened and the doctor strolled back in, a displeased look on his face.
"I'm afraid I couldn't find any outstanding medical bills in your name."
Walking into the room the doctor looked to Porky who smiled at her from his seat, his hands in his lap.
The doctor abruptly paused, staring at the boy.
"Did you…get fatter?"
Porky's smile tightened.
His mind rushed for a response.
"Did you? It looks like those panty hose will blast open if you so much as bend over."
The women's eyes, previously narrowed from suspicion, narrow into a dilated glare-
…
"Jokes on her, my Mom hits me way harder. Hehe."
Porky muttered, unable to feel the entire left side of his face as he exited the hospital.
He walked down the street, keys in his pocket and the paper and case stuffed down the front of his overalls. Porky would give them both to CD.
He would, unfortunately, NOT be able to weasel his way out of helping with the break in. In the middle of the night he'd be stuck helping balancing all manner of medical techno-crap on a 'borrowed' wagon as CD made off with most of the hospital's laboratory equipment.
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Learning: Obscure Talks with the Treehouse Boys |
DC: 50/???
1d100 = 1+8 = 9[SMASSSSSSH FAILURE!]
It was supposed to be fun.
The Treehouse Boys gathered in the treehouse with a cobbled together film projector and a real film reel.
They almost spent more time talking about the damn movie then actually getting it to play.
It was called PHASE IV.
You half-listened in the dark as they talked about how it was an obscure sci-fi film from 1974. That it came out just four years before the Invaders showed up and was 'oddly prophetic'
All you could do was roll your eyes as the movie started.
Part of you hoped for something flashy and exciting. With rayguns and laughable special effects.
Instead you got two old dudes talking constantly in some dome in the desert filled with computers big enough to fill your house.
The boys were engaged but you were considering going to sleep.
That's when the ants showed up.
You learned very quickly that was what the movie was about.
Ants on the planet had become super intelligent and were doing weird things. The scientists were attempting to communicate with them, and eventually destroy them.
You watched as the ants, bit by bit, began to win.
Destroying the scientists computers. Destroying the cooling in the lab. Poisoning one of the men and driving them to madness.
Even killing one girl's family, who the scientists barely saved, only for her to eventually run out into the desert.
The boys talked through the whole thing, pointing out the use of actual ants, or what scenes just used raisins on the floor, laughing to themselves as they went.
But you weren't laughing.
As the movie progressed things got worse, and worse, until the ending.
The last surviving scientist ended up in some sand pit with a tank of poison, looking for the ant Queen.
Then the girl rose out of the sand to greet the scientist.
It was like she was 'one' with the ants.
As if there were thousands of crawling, squirming, biting, sentient things inside her.
Puppeting her.
You immediately thought of your mother.
You nearly threw up on the treehouse floor.
...
The boys were less then happy with the mess and your abrupt departure from the treehouse, but you didn't care. You were simply happy to be out of the dark.
Your skin crawled thinking about the movie. About the ants. About the Antoids you had fought and now no longer knew the location of.
You kept looking over your shoulder, feeling constantly on edge.
The movie was supposed to teach you something, but all you learned was how much more you could hate bugs.
As you walked home all you could do was take comfort that Giygas and his cronies couldn't take any pointers from fiction.
...Right?
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Buzz Buzz's Personal Action: Help Around the House |
Buzz Buzz could tell CD was at her limit.
She was angry, sad, constantly on edge, and more aggressive then usual.
It didn't help that CD seemed intent on going off alone by herself and seemed almost repelled by your company at times.
He knew to respect CD's wishes however. Whenever she was pushed, she always pushed back. Space was likely what she needed in order to heal and prepare herself.
Buzz Buzz also knew that he didn't need to be directly with CD to help her.
While she was out of the house, Buzz Buzz flew around doing what he could to make things easier for her.
He put together what he felt were appropriate lunches for Kart and Floppy, hauling the bits of food bigger then himself into paper bags.
Buzz Buzz toiled applying ample cleaning agents to the rather nasty looking kitchen floor.
Before, ultimately, wrapping up his herculean efforts by assisting in loading the cleaning apparatus in the house with dirty dishes.
Exhausted from his efforts, Buzz Buzz stood back and waited in the corners of the house to see his helpful efforts unfold.
First, Kart and Floppy returned home from school. Ill from eating what turned out to be moldy pizza that had been in the back of the fridge.
Second, upon entering through the back door, Kart and Floppy nearly killed themselves slipping on the kitchen floor. Every square inch of it was lubricated with cleaning liquid.
And finally, the tumble dryer turned on, smashing a number of plates and glasses into smithereens in the process.
Never before, save for the retreating moments of the war, had Buzz Buzz regretted his decisions more then in that moment.
He spent the day, and many afterwards, simply cleaning up his mess...
Porky's Personal Action: Loaf Around |
He was half-tempted to make a joke but with the way she looked Porky feared doing so would mean losing most of the skin on his face.
So Porky simply took the chance to do nothing.
He sat on the couch with whatever snacks he could get his hands on, turned on the television, and allowed his ass to begin properly growing into the cushions.
There was something cathartic about doing absolutely nothing after doing things he had no desire to do in the first place.
The shows were more entertaining, the chips were saltier, the chocolate was...still garbage, even the boredom was more relaxing then mind-numbing.
Porky wondered if this was what they meant by 'work hard, play hard'. But he didn't particularly care, because he knew it wouldn't last.
So, he'd simply make the best of it before CD knocked on his door again.
Porky is well rested. Next turn he will add an additional +10 bonus to any action he is assigned to. |
Diplomacy: Found an Organization |
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Faction Founding Part 1
Faction Founding
All steps are important, regardless if they are forward or backwards. For to fail to move at all is to stagnate and die.This is a pivotal moment and such moments require special attention.
Faction Founding will be a multi-step process. Individual options will be focused on for voting, to allow greater detail on the individual pieces that will make up the whole.
The first thing to be decided is what type of faction you would like to form.
Next will follow the name of the faction and what kind of flag you'd like to have, which will be drawn by me.
Finally a vote will be held on the faction's starting trait(s) which will determine certain modifiers to how the group operates.
Let us begin with the first part:
Faction Type
Pick the 'type' of organization you'd like to found from the following options. This will determine the benefits, downsides, and overall demeanor of the faction as a whole.[] Corporate: Any organization or group established primarily around the pursuit of profit. Most are structured like an actual corporation with workers, internal hierarchies, an expectation of payment for services rendered. They are the norm in The City, as is their self-serving, corrupt, and often exploitative nature. A corporate org, however small, has an air of legitimacy, but also the responsibility to maintain that air however illusory it is compared to their actual actions.
- Starting Reputation +10. Treated neutrally by some corps, at least at first.
- + Lower DCs for official Stewardess rolls.
- - Held to detrimental standards and suffers much harsher penalties for being caught breaking the law. Some characters will never, ever join a corp. Certain characters or factions will be instantly hostile to you due to your corporate nature.
[] Criminal: Any organization that falls outside of the law or societal norms of the city, for good or for ill. They can be motivated by ideology or profit. Street gangs, terrorist groups, or ideological movements that don't line up with the ways of The City. Just because they operate outside the law however doesn't mean they have to be in the wrong.
- Starting Reputation -40, but other 'criminal' groups might treat you neutrally or favorably when they otherwise wouldn't.
- - Starts initially seen in a negative light from the outside and suffers higher DCs trying running 'official' operations.
- + Unrestricted in their operations and gains large bonuses to recruitment, attracting all kinds of people and Heroes. Criminal organizations are capable of attracting those who would never work for a corp.
[] Archaic: Factions that fall outside of the expectations of the times, not to mention The City. Monarchies, cults, democracies, and the various other ideologies and institutions few people have faith in within The City itself. Unconventional and odd, they are too varied for most to make immediate assumptions about them be it positive or negative.
- Starting Reputation 0. Firmly neutral to most factions and groups. Either due to confusion or the faction being seen as unimportant.
- + Gain a random additional positive organization trait reflecting the old, or unusual methodology/ideology the group operates by.
- - Steep penalties for recruiting personnel and expanding if founded outside of the Outlands.
Hello.
This is not an April Fool's Joke, simply an inopportune time to post.
Some life problems came up that robbed me of my ability to work on this for a while, but now I should be back to regularly updating this.
I will give a 48 hour waiting period before I open voting on faction matters, to give everyone time to realize I'm back and talk things out.
Voting will open Wednesday around 11 AM or so.
I will also attempt to get to Omakes and such, I have some bookkeeping to do here.
...dam now I want to go full Yakuza or atleast have a Yakuza like look ( mostly because it would fit with the delinquent thing)
...dammit now i want to form a Monarchy and do a emperor Norton just because it would be kinda funny and Queen/Empress Darnel sounds cool
Underdog Emiya
God-Emperor of Underkind
- Location
- Brazil
- Pronouns
- He
Ah, monkey paw. You do like to curve in April 1st, don't you?
the one hand that natural fucking one is going to hurt us pretty hard if the invaders take note from fiction
on the other hand the hospital action definitely really went well does anyone have any information about the drug NELCON or where its origin comes from
My vote is going to go for criminal because that seems to be more of our thing Instead of going corporate
on the other hand the hospital action definitely really went well does anyone have any information about the drug NELCON or where its origin comes from
My vote is going to go for criminal because that seems to be more of our thing Instead of going corporate
- Location
- Three feet to the left
- Pronouns
- He/They
Ahh, Porky. You're a rat-fuck bastard, but hell if you're not our rat-fuck bastard.
I don't know anything about what kind of faction to found, but I think we need to start moving on the aliens soon, before they steal a march on us.
Also, I am concerned about that stuff about a soapbox girl. I fear something has happened to Paula, or her equivalent.
I don't know anything about what kind of faction to found, but I think we need to start moving on the aliens soon, before they steal a march on us.
Also, I am concerned about that stuff about a soapbox girl. I fear something has happened to Paula, or her equivalent.
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KnownParadox
Not a sphere
- Location
- Canada
Criminal or Corporate imo. Preferably Criminal but I'd still be happy with Corporate. Archaic just does not interest me at all.
FUCK DA POLICE!