Magical Girl Monster Quest

[Stormgear]

Considering that everybody considers us to be the baddies, and now somebody knows where we live? Our base is ripe for attack.

The baddies always get their base attacked.

Click to shrink...

Unless we're comparatively less bad than Kaho's family, in which case we get to PUNCH THEM IN THE FACE and nobody gets to complain.

 

[Walker]

So uh...I noticed our inventory is out of date. So is our character sheet.

Click to shrink...

Yeah, completely forgot about those. Thanks for reminding me, should be fixed now.

Spoiler: Vote Tally

Vote Tally : Magical Girl Monster Quest | Page 17 | Sufficient Velocity
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[12] Some of your classmates are planning on holding a get-together/study-session so that everyone can get acquainted. Join in.
[7] Try to map out the magical world in the area. You need to know what's happening.
[6] Experiment with your gear. You need to familiarize yourself with your gear to use it well.
-[6] Try out the Crown
[5] Hit the books. Do some studying on the books you've been sent.
-[5] Japan: Magical Cultural Appropriation
[1] Arrange for repairs to the wall
Total No. of Voters: 16

So, currently, you're planning to explore the area and go socialize. I should be able to update tonight. As always, feel free to ask me questions.

 

[Walker]

[X] Some of your classmates are planning on holding a get-together/study-session so that everyone can get acquainted. Join in.

Your classmates, regardless of how seriously they take their studies, are still middle schoolers, and so still do typical middle schooler things like they should. Which, of course, is why they've decided to host their little get-together at a cafe right next to an arcade. Somehow, you suspect that very little studying will get done at this study session, which is heartening, in a way. It means they're still children, in the end. They deserve the chance, you suppose.

It's also an opportunity for you to really establish yourself with your classmates. It's important to have a respectable and reputable cover identity, as your teacher has often emphasized, and you wouldn't be able to forgive yourself if you didn't do your utmost to cement your reputation as a fine and upstanding member of the community.

You arrive a little early, just enough to check the area beforehand. Not that you expect anything to go wrong, of course, but it's always wise to be aware of the area. Just in case. You find that the cafe has large easily broken glass windows, booths that are comfortable and catch sound well, as well as tables that give excellent views of the surrounding area, and three doors for customers to exit through. It's very comforting.

The cafe is mostly empty of your classmates, except for a grumpy kid in a funny hat who is listening to music in a corner and a gaggle of gossiping girls. The kid in the hat doesn't want company, from the way he glares at the waitress, who squeaks and runs off, which leaves the ladies. Wonderful.

You plaster a warm smile on your face and amble over to their table. Your introduction goes over well, and soon they're happily filling you in on all the interesting gossip in school. Apparently, being a mysterious transfer student is a great way to make friends. The information is useful too. Most of it is just random chatter, this teacher is getting married, this teacher is getting divorced, etc. However, you do hear a few interesting things. It seems a gang of delinquents showed up from another school to issue a formal challenge according to the Wrecking Crew rules, and promptly "got wrecked". Also, the first inter-faction event is coming up. It seems they'll be electing their officers. This is also, apparently, the time when the freshmen start officially declaring their allegiances.

The flow of information is abruptly cut off when a red-headed kid stands up on a table and starts yelling at the room. You suppress a surge of annoyance and pay attention to his words.

Spoiler: Yelling Boy

"Hello, everyone, and thanks for coming to our first class meeting! For those of you who don't know me, I'm Akagi Kenko." he calls. Oh, wonderful, he's going to give a speech. You can't wait.

"I'm sure some of you have friends that didn't come to this meeting, and if you could pass everything we say on to them, that would be wonderful! Now, I'll try to keep this short and sweet, since I'm the only person here who loves to hear myself talk."

"There are a few things we must cooperate on, as a class. First and foremost, academics. We are all capable students, and each of us has something to offer. I've already contacted most of you about setting up tutoring opportunities and cram classes. For those of you whom I haven't, please get in touch with me, and let your friends know."

"Second, I plan on running for class representative. If anyone else wants to run, please let me know, and I'll make sure you have everything you need to be effective. For those of you who don't plan to run, I strongly urge you to think about which candidates you want to support, as they will be shouldering a great deal of responsibility."

"Finally, we have the matter of the three houses. I know some of you are a little confused, so I'll give you a brief explanation. This has already been cleared by the Kings of the Arbiters and the D's, so there's no need to worry."

"The three factions in this school are a competitive system, where students can strive to best each other in various pursuits in order to earn honor and glory for their team. You can choose not to participate, of course, but I recommend you do. It's fun and you'll learn. There are upperclassmen from each of the alliances present today, and I recommend you talk to them."

"Thank you for your time, everyone. We've rented the cafe for the afternoon, so please, enjoy yourselves in a safe and responsible manner!"

Rented the cafe? You're impressed. That's not cheap. Absently, you note that someone has, at some point, handed you a flyer. For the most part, it just summarizes what Kenko's been saying, but it goes into greater detail on some things he'd skimmed over. Apparently, he actually was trying to keep his speech short.

Most importantly, it informs you of what each of the three factions espouses. The Suits, formally known as the Business Men, or the Men in Black, prepare their members to be part of the great machine that is the Japanese economy. Every gear will know its place. They also have a very predictable dress code. The Arbiters, also known as the Lawmen or the Blues, teach their students to follow the laws, and to serve their glorious country as best they can. They only require a piece of blue cloth on every student. Finally, the Delinquents, or the D's or Thugs, are essentially glorified anarchists.

Each group also has a domain within the school, wherein they are absolute. The school is split into quadrants, with one quadrant reserved for the uninvolved students. The other three quadrants, during non-school hours, are considered faction territory, and faction members can invade each others' territory. The most common reason is to try to steal the flag of another faction, or to try to steal their symbol. The symbol of the Suits is a signet ring, the symbol of the Blues is a scepter, and the D's have at least three different symbols at the moment.

You're rather surprised. This is a very elaborate system for what is clearly a longstanding tradition. But why would they bother?

How do you feel about this in-school game of thrones?
[] Write-in

The get-together will last for another few hours. Do you want to socialize with anyone in that time? (Pick up to 4)

[] The quiet girl with glasses. She and a friend are sitting together, sharing a pair of earbuds. She hasn't noticed a single thing said so far.
[] The grumpy boy who arrived early. He looks like he needs a friend.
[] The blonde girl, who has already established herself as the class ditz. She might at least deflect suspicion.
[] The thin wispy boy wearing glasses. His nose is buried in another book.
[] A tall boy in green who has spent the last few minutes glaring at Kenko.
[] The violet-haired girl who just went up to speak with Kenko.
[] The waitress, who seems rather harried by the sudden influx of customers.
[] The upperclassman from the D's, who is perched on top of his booth.
[] The upperclassman from the Suits, expression inscrutable behind his sunglasses.
[] The upperclassman from the Blues, who leans against the wall with casual arrogance.
[] Actually, you'd rather not.

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QM: The other vote is technically still open, but I don't expect it to change much. Pick your friends carefully. Not sure how much I'll be able to update over the week, but I'll try.

 

[Random Member]

[X] Factions? That's just silly. They are divided when they should be united under their King: you!

Will add people to socialize with later.

 

[gilded king]

[X] Factions? That's just silly. They are divided when they should be united under their King: you!
[X] The upperclassman from the Suits, expression inscrutable behind his sunglasses.

 

[Nevill]

[X] Factions? That's just silly. They are divided when they should be united under their King: you!
-[X] But if you absolutely needed to align yourself with anyone, it would be with the Lawmen, for the King's word is law, and all should respect it.

Choosing based on personal preferences. Want to talk to someone from the Blues (and wipe that arrogant smirk with MAGNIFICENCE), and the rest are just for fun. I can't just pass a blonde ditz by.

[X] The quiet girl with glasses. She and a friend are sitting together, sharing a pair of earbuds. She hasn't noticed a single thing said so far.
[X] The blonde girl, who has already established herself as the class ditz. She might at least deflect suspicion.
[X] A tall boy in green who has spent the last few minutes glaring at Kenko.
[X] The upperclassman from the Blues, who leans against the wall with casual arrogance.

 

[Random Member]

[X] Factions? That's just silly. They are divided when they should be united under their King: you!

Eh, personally, I'd rather not join a faction. We're not leading them, so we are basically submitting ourselves to someone else's authority. Unacceptable! We'll create our own faction, with blackjack and hookers!

[X] The quiet girl with glasses. She and a friend are sitting together, sharing a pair of earbuds. She hasn't noticed a single thing said so far.
[X] The blonde girl, who has already established herself as the class ditz. She might at least deflect suspicion.
[X] A tall boy in green who has spent the last few minutes glaring at Kenko.
[X] The waitress, who seems rather harried by the sudden influx of customers.

Why the waitress? Mostly because we can talk to everyone else later at school and you never know what might come out of this. *shrug*

 

[LostDeviljho]

[X] Factions? That's just silly. They are divided when they should be united under their King: you!

[X] The quiet girl with glasses. She and a friend are sitting together, sharing a pair of earbuds. She hasn't noticed a single thing said so far.
[X] The blonde girl, who has already established herself as the class ditz. She might at least deflect suspicion.
[X] A tall boy in green who has spent the last few minutes glaring at Kenko.
[X] The waitress, who seems rather harried by the sudden influx of customers.

 

[Icefyre]

[X] Factions? That's just silly. They are divided when they should be united under their King: you!

[X] The quiet girl with glasses. She and a friend are sitting together, sharing a pair of earbuds. She hasn't noticed a single thing said so far.
[X] The blonde girl, who has already established herself as the class ditz. She might at least deflect suspicion.
[X] A tall boy in green who has spent the last few minutes glaring at Kenko.
[X] The waitress, who seems rather harried by the sudden influx of customers.

 

[POTDL]

[X] Factions? That's just silly. They are divided when they should be united under their King: you!

[X] The quiet girl with glasses. She and a friend are sitting together, sharing a pair of earbuds. She hasn't noticed a single thing said so far.
[X] The blonde girl, who has already established herself as the class ditz. She might at least deflect suspicion.
[X] A tall boy in green who has spent the last few minutes glaring at Kenko.
[X] The waitress, who seems rather harried by the sudden influx of customers.

 

[Random Member]

X] Factions? That's just silly. They are divided when they should be united under their King: you!

Click to shrink...

You forgot a [ there.

 

[chocolote12]

[X] Factions? That's just silly. They are divided when they should be united under their King: you!

[X] The quiet girl with glasses. She and a friend are sitting together, sharing a pair of earbuds. She hasn't noticed a single thing said so far.
[X] The blonde girl, who has already established herself as the class ditz. She might at least deflect suspicion.
[X] The violet-haired girl who just went up to speak with Kenko.
[X] The waitress, who seems rather harried by the sudden influx of customers.

The ditzy girl is definitely a magical girl, and of the available magical girls I'd bet on her being Princess Heart. The quiet girl is definitely one of the musical magical girls, though I don't know which one.

Which means we should totally befriend them, because we're like Evil Nanoha and our whole goal is to rule the world and make them like it.

 

[Balduran]

[x] Factions? That's just silly. They are divided when they should be united under their King: you!

[x] The quiet girl with glasses. She and a friend are sitting together, sharing a pair of earbuds. She hasn't noticed a single thing said so far.
[x] The blonde girl, who has already established herself as the class ditz. She might at least deflect suspicion.
[x] A tall boy in green who has spent the last few minutes glaring at Kenko.
[x] The grumpy boy who arrived early. He looks like he needs a friend.

@Walker Are we allowed to talk to Kenko, or is he occupied? We'll probably want to run for representative, and he said he'd fill anyone in on that.

 

[veekie]

[X] Factions? That's just silly. They are divided when they should be united under their King: you!

[X] The quiet girl with glasses. She and a friend are sitting together, sharing a pair of earbuds. She hasn't noticed a single thing said so far.
[X] The blonde girl, who has already established herself as the class ditz. She might at least deflect suspicion.
[X] The violet-haired girl who just went up to speak with Kenko.
[X] The waitress, who seems rather harried by the sudden influx of customers.

Every female character under suspicion of being meguca

 

[RandomLurker]

[X] Factions? That's just silly. They are divided when they should be united under their King: you!

[X] The quiet girl with glasses. She and a friend are sitting together, sharing a pair of earbuds. She hasn't noticed a single thing said so far.
[X] The blonde girl, who has already established herself as the class ditz. She might at least deflect suspicion.
[X] The violet-haired girl who just went up to speak with Kenko.
[X] The waitress, who seems rather harried by the sudden influx of customers.

 

[Stormgear]

[X] Factions? That's just silly. They are divided when they should be united under their King: you!

[X] The quiet girl with glasses. She and a friend are sitting together, sharing a pair of earbuds. She hasn't noticed a single thing said so far.
[X] The blonde girl, who has already established herself as the class ditz. She might at least deflect suspicion.
[X] The grumpy boy who arrived early. He looks like he needs a friend.
[X] The waitress, who seems rather harried by the sudden influx of customers.

Removed purple, added Jotaro Joestar.

 

[lockdownspartan]

[X] Factions? That's just silly. They are divided when they should be united under their King: you!

[X] The quiet girl with glasses. She and a friend are sitting together, sharing a pair of earbuds. She hasn't noticed a single thing said so far.
[X] The blonde girl, who has already established herself as the class ditz. She might at least deflect suspicion.
[X] A tall boy in green who has spent the last few minutes glaring at Kenko.
[X] The waitress, who seems rather harried by the sudden influx of customers.

 

[Walker]

@Walker Are we allowed to talk to Kenko, or is he occupied? We'll probably want to run for representative, and he said he'd fill anyone in on that.

Click to shrink...

You could, but he's busily politicking. Also, I thought most of the thread wasn't actually that interested in the class representative position?

 

[Thozmp]

[X] Factions? That's just silly. They are divided when they should be united under their King: you!

[X] The quiet girl with glasses. She and a friend are sitting together, sharing a pair of earbuds. She hasn't noticed a single thing said so far.
[X] The grumpy boy who arrived early. He looks like he needs a friend.
[X] A tall boy in green who has spent the last few minutes glaring at Kenko.
[X] The thin wispy boy wearing glasses. His nose is buried in another book.

 

[ChildishChimera]

[X] Factions? That's just silly. They are divided when they should be united under their King: you!

[X] The quiet girl with glasses. She and a friend are sitting together, sharing a pair of earbuds. She hasn't noticed a single thing said so far.
[X] The blonde girl, who has already established herself as the class ditz. She might at least deflect suspicion.
[X] A tall boy in green who has spent the last few minutes glaring at Kenko.
[X] The waitress, who seems rather harried by the sudden influx of customers.

 

[Robotninja]

[X] Factions? That's just silly. They are divided when they should be united under their King: you!

[X] The quiet girl with glasses. She and a friend are sitting together, sharing a pair of earbuds. She hasn't noticed a single thing said so far.
[X] The blonde girl, who has already established herself as the class ditz. She might at least deflect suspicion.
[X] The violet-haired girl who just went up to speak with Kenko.
[X] The waitress, who seems rather harried by the sudden influx of customers.

 

[Walker]

Spoiler: Winning Vote

[X] Factions? That's just silly. They are divided when they should be united under their King: you!

[X] The quiet girl with glasses. She and a friend are sitting together, sharing a pair of earbuds. She hasn't noticed a single thing said so far.
[X] The blonde girl, who has already established herself as the class ditz. She might at least deflect suspicion.
[X] The waitress, who seems rather harried by the sudden influx of customers.
[X] A tall boy in green who has spent the last few minutes glaring at Kenko.

The alliance system, in your opinion, is silly. There should be a single ruler of the school, not three individuals vying for the same prize. One individual from each generation, firmly establishing their dominance over the entire student body. Of course, being the peerless prodigy you are, the ruler of your grade should be you. Now, how to manage that...

You continue to ponder, even as you rise from your table and move towards the first of the individuals who has caught your attention. She is very Japanese, with long straight black hair, and black eyes. Her friend, on the other hand, is not. Her hair is bright purple, for heavens sake! Said friend is also writing out music on a sheet of paper on the table while the black-haired girl looks it over and occasionally comments.

Spoiler: Musician

Spoiler: Composer

You smile warmly at them as you slide into one of the two free chairs at their table. The black-haired girl looks back at you with a faint expression of amusement, while the purple-haired girl...doesn't seem to have noticed you, actually. She seems so completely engrossed in the music that it's like she's in her own little world. You cough politely, and her head snaps up so fast you think she might give herself whiplash.

"Hi. I'm Victor Crowne. It's nice to meet you." You smile warmly and extend your hand.

Black-haired girl looks at you for a moment, before reaching out and shaking your hand. "I'm Sakushi Mai; she's Anastasia Bravura." The other girl mumbles something that you think might have been a hello, if only you'd been able to hear it, and draws back and into her friend. She's also blushing.

"So, what can we do for you, O future ruler of the world?" She inquires faux-politely.

"Well, first, I'm planning on becoming the God-King of the Universe, so if you could get my title right, that'd be great. Second, I need your help." You lean forward intently.

"I need... a leitmotif."

She blinks.

"Every person of significance had a musical theme attached to them. The President of the United States has Hail to the Chief, the Pope has the Pontifical Anthem and March, and Vader had the Imperial March. If I'm to rule the world, I need a proper theme to announce my greatness. Can you do that?"

Instead of answering, she turns to look at her friend, who has perked up from behind her and has her face screwed up in an intensely adorable frown of concentration. Suddenly, Anastasia grabs one of the sheets of lined paper on the table and begins scribbling, muttering fiercely under her breath. Then she turns to you with a sudden intensity that is almost disconcerting.

"What kind of theme do you want?"

You pause. "Sorry?"

"What impression do you want your theme to convey? Do you want it to be dramatic and ominous, a declaration of power and might? Do you want it to be regal and royal, the precursor to the rightful ruler of the Cosmos? Do you want it to be majestic and uplifting, the sign of a hero? Basically, what image do you want to present?"

Her shyness has literally disappeared. You seem to have touched a topic that is near and dear to her heart, and now she is going to do everything in her power to give you the best damn leitmotif she can, it seems. She's so enthusiastic that you almost feel impressed; this sort of dedication is to be respected.

What impression do you want your theme to give off?
[] Write-In



Eventually, Mai is forced to drag the two of you away from your collaboration and hauls Anastasia off to her music lessons. You sigh at the loss of your Royal Composer, but decide to take advantage of this opportunity by moving onto your next person of interest.

Spoiler: Grumpy Green Guy

He...doesn't seem particularly pleased by your presence, but he makes no moves to urge you away either. Instead, he just glares at you. You smile back at him, and wait. His glare intensifies, but he's got nothing on Kaho. An angry Kaho can murder foliage from a hundred paces. This guy couldn't murder a flower if he were handed a pair of clippers. You just wait; smile intensifying.

Finally, he snaps. "What. Do. You. Want."

Your grin broadens. "Well, I couldn't help but notice you don't seem overly enamored of our dear prospective class representative. As a confused and uninformed transfer student, I was hoping to get another perspective on our glorious would-be leader. He appears nice enough, after all, but appearances are, as they say, misleading."

He seems rather bewildered. "...really? People actually spew proverbs like that? Huh. I thought that was just a thing the old guy did. But yeah, I'm not really a fan of his."

He leans in and begins speaking more softly. "Wanna know why? Because he doesn't do shit. He's talking nice and all right now, but wait and see just how long he'll last. The only reason he ever gets anything done is because other people are willing to step up and cover for his mistakes. I would know. I've made the mistake of trusting him, and all I ever got out of it was more pain and suffering. He's naive and innocent, and he just can't make the hard decisions."

"I'm Kazekata Kubo, by the way. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Crowne."

"Likewise, Mr. Kazekata." You smirk. You've got a reputation already, excellent. "So, I take it that you don't feel he's a good choice for class representative?"

"Hell no." His expression darkens. "Honestly, anyone else would be better. Literally anyone. Even you, truth be told."

Even?

"I mean, you'd have a tough time of it, just cause you're not Japanese, but you guys need someone a little more aware of the world than him. I'm not even from your school, and I can already see the competition forming. That faction system of yours? Is basically going to-"

He is abruptly interrupted by a certain redheaded boy walking quickly up to the table.

"Hey, uh, hate to interrupt your conversation, but we need to go."

"What the hell do you want?" Kubo inquires in an impressively icy tone.

"No, seriously. We need to go. Now." Kenko seems almost desperate, to your suprise.

Suddenly, the blood drains from Kubo's face. He surges to his feet and nearly sprints out of the restaurant, Kenko hot on his heels.

You stare bewilderedly after them. Is this going to be a regular thing every time you try to have a conversation with someone?

"What is up with these people?" You muse quietly.

"What is up with what people?" Inquires an innocent voice from right behind you.

Carefully, you resettle yourself into the chair you sent flying and count to ten to resettle both your heart rate and your temper. Then you turn to face the newcomer.

Spoiler: Bubbly Blonde

Wonderful. It's the class ditz, Tamashi Hinata. It's been five days, and she's already got a reputation. Every single day so far, she's showed up late, forgotten her homework, forgotten her lunch, etc. It's always something. That kind of laziness irks you on a very fundamental level. Nonetheless, anyone can be a resource if properly cultivated, so it's time to be personable again.

"Ah, it's nothing," you quickly assure her. "People just keep disappearing halfway through interesting conversations. It's very inconvenient."

"I can see how that would be a problem." she agrees thoughtfully. "It would be difficult to give orders to people as their reigning deity if everyone kept leaving halfway through your commands."

"Yes, it would be, wouldn't it. And of course, if I'm going to be God-King of the Universe, I need to be able to give commands, or I'm a king in name only, which is unacceptable." you confirm.

"Hm. Do you actually plan to become God-King of the Universe?" she inquires dubiously.

"Of course I do. Why?" Why on earth would people think you would ever do anything else?

"Um...I just wanted to know why." she finally replies. "Why would you want to rule the world, rule humanity?"

Why do you want to rule the world?
[] Write-in

After that conversation, you spend a little while sitting at your table. Thinking.

Eventually, your reverie is interrupted by the waitress, who scurries over to your table, and starts quickly cleaning up after you. Unfortunately, she's also trying to balance a stack of plates in her other hand, without dropping any of the utensils she has piled on top of that stack. This...goes about as well as you expected.

First, the stack starts to sway. She tries to compensate, but overbalances, and is about to fall over when you intervene. You reach out and grab the top half of the stack, the section which was sliding off, from her and add your own dishes to the pile.

"Just tell me where I need to put it." You grin at her.

"It's alright," she tries to insist. "You're the last customer here anyway."

"Well, consider my assistance an apology for the inconvenience I've caused you then." Surprisingly, this actually does convince her, and she leads you to the back room, where there is a pile of dishes.

Spoiler: Maid

"Thanks for the help, I guess." she grumbles. "I'd've been in trouble with the manager if I dropped them. I could have gotten them by myself, though."

"That doesn't mean you should have had to." You retort easily. "Besides, I don't mind."

"Yeah, well." She shrugs. Then she pauses, and leans in to look at you more closely. Slowly, her brows wrinkle. You raise an eyebrow. She sniffs the air and leans back. You blink. Do you really smell that bad? You showered just before you came here.

"Are you wearing jewelry?" She inquires suddenly.

"No, why?" Apparently, non sequiturs are just going to be par for the course here.

She frowns and leans slightly towards you again. "Because something about you just seems...golden."

Shit.

"No idea what you're talking about." You reply, with the ease of a born liar. "But if there's nothing else you need help with, I'm going to head home."

She snorts and waves a hand. "Get going." she snaps.

You're out the door before she finishes talking. It's all you can do not to break into a run the moment you've exited the cafe. You walk as quickly as you can back to your apartment, and immediately check your reflection in the mirror.

You're not golden. Instead, the golden sheen has faded entirely. Your skin looks entirely normal with your Pride active, unless you deliberately channel your ability.

Then what did her question mean?

[Contacts Acquired!]
[Sakushi Mai: The Musician]
[Anastasia Bravura: The Composer]
[Kazekata Kubo: The Fifth and Green]
[Tamashi Hinata: The Cruelest Lie]
[Mysterious Maid Maiden:???]

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QM: I hate writing social things. Hate it. Also, this update ran surprisingly long. There are some very important choices here, by the way. Choose carefully.

 

[Ct613hulu]

When I think of motivations for world domination a quote from "Harry Potter and the Methods of Rationality" comes into my mind.

""World domination is such an ugly phrase. I prefer to call it world optimization."

I would like our protagonist to be guided by this general theme. He should want to become God-King of the Universe because he believes that the current state of affairs is poor and that he could do a much better job if given the opportunity. This does not necessarily have to involve the controversial opposition to death and rationalist philosophy advocated by Eliezer Yudkowsky.

My hope is to have a protagonist whose long term goals are grander than merely gratifying his ego. I want a protagonist who wants to utterly overwhelm the fundamental foundations of all existence in order to impose a superior order. Goals like Ending Death or making Humanity into Gods should just be the start.

 

[Nevill]

QM: I hate writing social things. Hate it.

Click to shrink...

You manage it just fine in the end, though... And our sin coupled with our goal naturally leads us into social situations, as we have to become popular. Somehow.

It looks to me like we are diverging from our roots and trying to play a more common hero type, though.

Once, you were a person, a relatively normal human being with a life and dreams just like any other person. Then, something happened and it all went horribly wrong. You could have been a hero. Should have been, even. Maybe you would have, if something had gone a little differently. But it didn't, and what should have been your triumphant ascendancy was instead your tragic downfall. Now, those who you would have called friend will call you enemy and those who you would have condemned as monsters might call you an ally. Might. Made of Darkness, Hero's Lament, Dark and Troubled Past, Chronic Backstabbing Disorder, ???

Click to shrink...

I wonder how do we get to the Chronic Backstabbing part from where we are now.

Hmmm...

What impression do you want your theme to give off?
[X] Inspirational and encouraging, the sort that leads people to follow in one's footsteps

There is no point in ruling the world of maggots who are afraid to look up at their sire. We should be an inspiration to all, a living symbol that you can get as far as we do if only you work just as hard.

...of course, then you get crushed by a steel boot because obviously no one works harder than us, but it should not stop them from trying!

Why do you want to rule the world?
[X] Because it does not do a good job of ruling itself

We have observed it, and found it lacking. If God exists, his job is far from perfect - hell, it can barely grade as 'passable'. We can do much better... especially considering that we have a first-hand experience of how many things are currently wrong with the world. Though the girl does not need to know that.

 

[Random Member]

Music girls: Hell yeah, they are awesome! Okay, our theme would probably influence the opinion others have on us, with it being negative if they don't like it.

Kazekata: Poor guy. Maybe we should offer him a better job?

Ditz: Doesn't really look ditzy right now.... Right now, I'm also leaning towards a "the world would be better under our rule" answer.

Maid: Yay, I knew the mystery box was worth it!