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C-Class Struggles- A One Punch Man Quest (COMPLETE)

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    • "Do you want me to help?" You ask.

    "Yes. I'd like that."

    "Then as long as you don't plan on doing anything that would mess up the cities, I'm in. You've got this all planned out, right?"

    Psykos half-turns into a more comfortable position leaning against you. "Of course I do."

    ". . . Can I know it?"

    "No, not yet. I need to change a few parts before it's ready."

    "Okay." You lay your arm over Psykos' shoulder, brushing her hair out of the way so that you can touch her neck, and turn the television on as the city goes dark outside the window.


    A car alarm, the last of four, cuts off as a thick mess of rolled-up carpet smashes through the window and hits the alarm-off button. "Finally, the noise has stopped." A crude face formed out of mud stains says from the top of the main roll as it lumbers away from the vehicles. It'd stepped on them and then immediately regretted that decision, and so had you. Those alarms really were annoyingly shrill.

    Wolf Level Disaster, Throw Rugged, is what you're starting to think of as an 'object' type monster at a glance. That means that it was born out of a normal object that transformed into something that wants to hurt humans, and can. This one's a cream-colored shag rug about eight feet to the side, wrapped and folded up like an origami person.

    It'd be more dangerous if it had fingers instead of tiny strings of weave on the ends of its arms.

    "Now, now, I have been brought to life by the constant neglect of a thousand soles!" Throw Rugged proclaims. "For I am Throw Rugged, and I have come for revenge. Not once have I been cleaned in a whole year, and suffering has awakened me to my glorious purpose!"

    "You said that before." You cough. "Just prior to setting off the car alarms."

    The monster's blurry face turns to you and looks you up and down. "No. Not you. Maybe . . . aha!" It unfolds itself and shoves an arm inside the shag-lined cavern of its chest, and points the other hand at a dumpy woman next to you. "Now I shall have revenge on you." It cries, and with a blur of motion it throws its payload. A compacted ball of dust and the things that get into carpets if you don't vacuum them hits her in the chest and breaks apart into a filthy cloud that stains her clothes and sends her coughing to her knees.

    "Yes, yes! See how you like it. Four down, four thousand to go." The monster gloats.

    You shove your hands into your jacket pockets and count the marbles within. Five, ten, fifteen of them; you need to buy some more sometime soon. "I'll tell you what." You say to the walking rug. "I've had a really good day. I woke up with a beautiful woman in my arms, the weather man was wrong and it didn't rain, and the person I'm training is making as much progress as she can, so if you stop being a nuisance I'll let you walk."

    "Walk? No, man in a suit that needs to be dry cleaned, I am the one who walks!" Throw Rugged growls as it begins to open up again. "Soon you will understand the pain of things tracked in from outside."

    From down the street you hear the discordant twang of banjo music.



    "ROOOOOAWK!" A throaty squawk rises above the sound of the banjo, and a four-foot chicken rushes around the corner and into view. It leaps from foot to foot in long, bounding strides, only to stop when it catches sight of you. "Bwuck." It crouches down, shielding something clutched beneath its wings.

    Hillbilly Layabout chases after it in hot pursuit. The plaid clad hero leaps atop a parked car's hood and strums his banjo menacingly as he cackles a yellow-toothed laugh. "Why hallo there Hailstorm. See ya've found a monster too. Seems like it's time fer a twofer, aye?"

    "Fine by me, but . . . is that giant chicken carrying a bucket of fried chicken?"

    "Dine an dash." Hillbilly Layabout confirms.

    "Bwuck."

    "Don't ignore me!" The carpet pulls out a handful of stuff that you'd really prefer not to get on you.

    Right then. How do you want to do this?

    Your opening move is going to be to use Telekinesis to grab and throw something, lacking other options.
    [] Throw Throw Rugged
    [] Throw the chicken-eating chicken
    [] Throw your shotgun marbles
    [] Mind Punch the chicken
    [] Mind Punch the carpet
     
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    • X] Throw the chicken-eating chicken
    -[X] Preferably at Throw Rugged

    Btw, the cannibal chicken? Brutal.
     
    Not sure what Throw Rugged will be damaged by throw.

    [X] Throw the chicken-eating chicken
     
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    [x] Throw the chicken-eating chicken

    Hopefully it'll intercept Throw Rugged's attack in the process, befouling it's fowl meal and causing it to retaliate in turn. After that it's just a matter of cleaning the leftovers off the carpet.
     
    [X] Throw Throw Rugged
    -[X] At the Chicken-eating Chicken.

    For all that he's made out of a carpet, Throw Rugged is a much deadlier Thrown object (the puns! :rofl:) than a giant chicken, especially since the chicken isn't mostly immune to blunt force trauma.
     
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    [X] Throw Throw Rugged
    -[X] At the Chicken-eating Chicken.
    --[X] "It's cleaning time !"
    --[X] "Talk about a... carpet bomb!"
    Edit : Shamelessly stealing that one liner :)

    We need one liners. With sufficiently powerfull one liner we can win against Saitama.
     
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