I don't know what I was thinking. I'm an idiot.I didn't get tagged either Lailoken. Clearly we aren't wanted.
I blame lumpchanz.
I praise your evil genius.
In the name of Ami, I swear.
Marked for Death: A Rational Naruto Quest
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- naruto rationalist romance armageddon is looking better and better damn you kishimoto explosions everywhere explosives solve everyone if in doubt surrender to the mercy of zabuza it seemed like a good idea at the time looks like a really bad case of being a jōnin my god. where does the lore end? precommitting is the winning plan screaming in kagome screw the rules i have explosives something bad might still happen sometimes you gotta sociopath stabby zabby subsection c of paragraph 9 should include we can weaponize this so hard
I blame lumpchanz.
In the name of Ami, I swear.
-anyway, I strongly suspect that the efficient market hypothesis does not apply here. If one were to set up a long-standing game in Konoha revolving around the economic results of the nation, there might well be value to be extracted, especially if it paid out in both monetary and reputational value. Let people bet on predictions with weights according to their previous successes. Let people predict what the macroeconomic effects will be under the same terms. Make a game out of it. Use the results to buy and sell.
So what is the history Hazou is supposed to talk about? That this swamp was deadly and stressful, and we ran away with Mari because we thought Zabuza was gonna kill everyone? I can see how it shows trust (in a sense we abandoned our comrades). I question how much that explains our headspace to Naruto. I do think it could lead to bonding with Naruto by talking about past traumatic events (so long as Naruto does not react horribly to us abandoning our comrades).
edit: actually, we could spin it to say we followed Mari because we didn't want to abandon our comrades (Noburi and Keiko). i dunno if that's better or not
In the village I think telling them, "We will help you build stuff. How can we best help you?" would not be annoying to most villagers even if it is a survey. In Hidden Leaf a game could encourage ninja to add their ideas. I feel like it's a bit premature to add using Leaf's library cause we can only do that after the mission is over.
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Future Interlude (AU?): Honoka's Team, Part 1
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Future Interlude (AU?): Honoka's Team, Part 1
"Tanaka Eita..." Umino-sensei called, staring at his notes.
"No whammies, no whammies," Eita murmured to himself. The various jōnin-sensei were already gone, taking their newly-assigned teams out for evaluation. There were thirteen genin left, including Hyūga. More worryingly, there were only four chūnin-sensei left and one of them was Psycho Lady.
"...Hyūga Goro, and Watanabe Hayata," Umino-sensei continued. "The three of you are Team Honoka."
Nnnnoooooooooooooo!
Sage's shriveled ballsack, he was on a team with that stuck-up Hyūga bastard and he got Psycho Lady for a teacher?! Nnnoooooo! What had he ever done to the universe that it should punish him like this?!?!?!?!
"Come on, you little stinkers," Psycho Lady growled. "On the roof, now. Don't be last." She flicked her hand, hurling something out into the hall too fast to identify, and then she was gone and her prior position was taken up by a large chunk of iron. It fell to the floor with a heavy clunk and knocked out a divot.
Umino-sensei glared at the brand-new dent in the floor. "I told her to stop doing that," he grumbled. He ran a hand through his thinning gray hair and breathed out a slow, calming breath before starting to call the names of the next team. Hyūga and Watanbe must have been just as dismayed as Eita at their choice of team leaders, because it took them until then to unfreeze and dart for the door. Eita scrambled after them, getting to the door last solely by virtue of having been farthest away. He had plenty of limitations as a ninja but even before his latest growth spurt left him towering over his classmates, no one in his year could even come close to catching him in a foot race.
Unfortunately, that didn't help when you needed to get to the top of a six-story staircase and someone else got to the stairs in front of you. The geometry was against him; if he hugged the railing then they were in his way, but if he went wide then he had to cover too much distance.
On the other hand, this was Psycho Lady and whoever was last she would...blow them up or something. Who knew? There was a reason that the upperclassmen had been whispering her pseudonym in hushed and terrified tones ever since she had started occasionally guest-teaching at the Academy six years ago.
He reached forward and pushed on Hyūga's back foot just as it was lifting up. The boy went down in a heap, barking his shins and knees on the steps in front of him and yelping in pain; Eita jumped over him without a glance. Hyūga kicked up, knocking him off balance, but Eita managed to catch himself and scramble drunkenly upwards on his hands and feet for a couple of steps until he could right himself. It cost him time and allowed Watanabe to pull ahead much too far to catch. Still, second wasn't last.
Eita burst out the door to the roof, took two steps and got hit in the back of the head with something hard and heavy that splatted wetly. Blood and brains shot out in an interrupted cone in front of him but he barely had time to notice because he was too busy trying to tuck and roll to absorb the impact of his high-speed faceplant.
Halfway through the roll, he twisted his palm to the side and used a blast of chakra repulsion to add a sideways vector to his course. It was a good thing he did, because a moment later an explosion went off right where he would have been.
"AAAAAIIIIIIEEEEE!!!!"
Eita came back to his feet, looking around frantically for attackers before checking to see what had made Hyūga scream like a little girl.
The white-eyed clan kid was desperately trying to brush off the bucketful of worms and bugs that Psycho Lady had poured over his head as he came through the door to the roof. Some of them had clearly gotten in his mouth when he screamed, so he was spitting and coughing. More had apparently gone down his shirt, so he was dancing frantically and slapping at himself.
"Stop being such a baby, it's just a few bugs," Psycho Lady said, standing atop the small structure that sheltered the door. She was casually holding a bucket in one hand and looking down on her new students in disgust.
Satisfied that he wasn't in imminent danger, and with one eye firmly on Psycho Lady at all times, Eita checked himself over. He had not, he determined, had his head exploded or been hit with someone else's head. He had apparently been hit by a medium-sized watermelon, probably already chopped into fist-sized chunks that were only loosely stuck together. He was sticky, his hair was a giant mat of fruit pulp, and his shoulders and neck were going to be one massive bruise, but he wasn't actually injured.
To Eita's right, Watanabe was on his knees on the roof, pawing at his eyes and spitting like an angry cat trying to get rid of a hairball. He had apparently been hit from either side with two massive blasts of soot, since his entire body was black except for a small line on front and back. He must have been looking slightly to the side because no part of his face had escaped the enblackening.
Psycho Lady dropped the now-empty bucket of bugs and moved at chakra-boosted speed, appearing beside Watanabe. She tapped one of the bazillion pockets that covered her uniform and another bucket popped into existence in midair. She caught it with a smooth and clearly long-practiced motion.
"Look up," she said.
Confused and unable to see, Watanabe obeyed the instruction. Psycho Lady slowly poured the bucket over his face, shifting the flow of water around to get as much of the soot off of him as possible with only a gallon of water. Of course, she hadn't said 'and keep your mouth shut', so Watanabe was now coughing and spluttering due to the soot-mud in his mouth and throat.
Another tap at one of her pockets and the bucket vanished back into storage space. Psycho Lady stepped back, putting her hands on her hips and glowering at her three charges.
"What's wrong with you three?" she scolded. "Slow to the roof! I had time to get up here, close the door behind myself, get up on top of the shed, and get my bucket ready! No situational awareness! BigNose ran right through my Lesser Barrier Formation, even though it was clearly marked! Clearly! Marked! And right in front of him!" She waved in disgust at the two ankle-high boxes with coloration that precisely matched that of the roof, separated by a solid ten meters so that they weren't anything like 'right in front' of someone coming out the door at speed.
Eita barely managed to stifle a snort. Watanabe hated being teased about his nose which, yes, was more than a little oversized for his otherwise delicate features. Honestly, he looked like someone had stuck a grown man's nose on a child's face.
"And you! Edgy, or whatever your name is!"
"Eita, ma'am," he said hesitantly.
"Eita, Edgy, whatever! You didn't even try to dodge when I shot you with the watermelon!"
"Y—" Eita closed his mouth with a click, biting off the instinctive yelp of protest. He knew how this conversation went: "You were behind me!" "So? Ninja!" There was no point and he wasn't going to give her the satisfaction.
"And you!" Psycho Lady said, throwing her hands in the air as she directed her gaze to her third student. Hyūga had managed to deal with enough of the invertebrate assault that he had himself under control and was now desperately attempting to conjure the Kill You With My Brain no Jutsu into existence. His efforts went unrewarded.
"You're one of those cheating eyeball cheaters! How could you let me surprise you?!"
Hyūga didn't say a word, he just continued glaring and looking sour.
"Well?!"
Hyūga mumbled something.
"What? Speak up, boy. I'm all the way over here. And stand up straight. Mumbling and slouching make you seem stupid."
Hyūga's back (and Eita's) snapped into parade-ground straightness.
"I said, I didn't have my bloodline active," Hyūga said resentfully.
Psycho Lady blurred across the space between then and poked Hyūga in the ribs hard enough to make him double over and eep.
"Choose a better tone," she said, standing just out of lunging distance, hands on hips with one toe tapping.
Hyūga took a moment to master himself, then straightened up, cleared his throat, and spoke clearly and respectfully. "My apologies, sensei. I did not see you because I did not have my bloodline active."
"Well why not?! You've got cheating eyeballs, why aren't you cheating with them?! Ninja are supposed to cheat, and your stinking cheating eyeballs are the best and cheatiest bloodline around!"
Hyūga blinked, clearly uncertain how to take that. "Um...thank you?"
"Answer the question!"
"Uh...right. I didn't have them active because it requires chakra to maintain them, and I was conserving my chakra for running."
Psycho Lady looked disgusted. "Pah. A quick little run like that? You should have had plenty of chakra for that and using your stinking cheating eyeballs." She shrugged. "Eh. We'll work on that." She shook a finger at him. "You better work on that!"
"Uh...I will, ma'am."
"Good." She swiveled on Eita. (It was not, he noticed, much of a swivel, as she had always kept him in her peripheral vision.)
"You! Why weren't you first? You're the fastest runner in your year."
Eita blinked. She had read his file? Well, that probably wasn't too surprising. He had only seen her around the campus a few times, and most of what he knew was from horrific whispered stories of other students who had taken her occasional seminars. "I was furthest from the door, ma'am. I got to the stairs last."
She raised an eyebrow. "So why were you second instead of last?"
Eita swallowed nervously. "I, uh...I kinda tripped Hyūga?" He struggled to maintain his posture instead of cringing. Assaulting a fellow student outside of sanctioned training was a severe offense. Still, lying was worse.
She broke into a smile and nodded approvingly. "Good! You're a ninja, act like it. Wait! No, that's not right. Uh...how dare you attack a teammate? Right?"
Eita had no idea what to say to that and it didn't sound like a real question so he simply stayed at attention and said nothing.
Psycho Lady frowned, her (frankly, very attractive) face furrowing. "I mean...I guess you were technically teammates, so that was bad. Except not really, because you aren't a team until I agree to accept you. I guess it was okay." She nodded to herself and then looked around.
"I'm Gōketsu Honoka," she said, as though they hadn't already known. "I'm twenty-four, I like blackberries and hot chocolate and explosives and traps and stuff. I'm your new chūnin-sensei. Okay, BigNose, you go next."
The soaking-wet soot-covered boy glared at her for a moment, and then clearly remembered what had happened to Hyūga when he'd sounded surly. Through not-quite-clenched teeth he announced, "I'm Watanabe Hayata. I'm sixteen. I'm good at fire jutsu and I like to read. Also, being called 'BigNose' bothers me."
Psycho Lady humphed. "Fine. You! Cheating Eyeballs Kid! Tell us about yourself."
"My name is Hyūga Goro," said the scion of the second-most-powerful clan in Leaf, struggling to not show the frustrated anger that he was failing to not show. "I am also sixteen, seeing as I just graduated twenty minutes ago. I am the younger son of Lord Neji, Hyūga Clan Head."
"Hmph. You! Watermelon Head! What about you?"
"My name is Tanaka Eita," Eita said, as politely and respectfully as possible. "I am also sixteen. I am the fastest runner in our graduating class."
"What else?"
The earliest traces of panic started fluttering in Eita's belly. "Else, sensei?"
"Yeah. What else do you like to do? What else do you think I should know about you?"
Oh, Sage. Was she going to make him say out loud, in front of Watanabe and Hyūga, that he had barely squeaked into the top third of the class for taijutsu and had been middle of the class or below for all his other ninja subjects? Or, worse, that he could barely read?
"I'm...good at math, ma'am."
She nodded. "Cool. At dinner tomorrow, make sure you tell Uncle Kagome that. He'll enjoy having another math guy to nerd out with."
Eita's jaw fell open before he could stop himself; he hurried to close it again. Had she really invited him, a newly-graduated mudfoot genin who had barely scraped out a pass, to dinner at the Gōketsu estate? And she had suggested that he talk to Lord Gōketsu Kagome himself? The inventor of the Kagome Theorem? The creator of the Super Explodey Seal? The inventor of the skywalker seal?!?!?!
"Uh...uh..."
Her delicate eyebrows came together in a frown. "Why do you look like a fish?"
"Uh...dinner?"
The frown became puzzlement. "Yeah? So? We're a new team. You're going to be living at the estate for the next few months." She hesitated again, and then started twisting her hands together nervously. "Oh. Um...I mean, you can live at the estate for the next few months. If you want. You and your family. Hazō said it was okay. You don't have to though. Unless you want to. It would probably make sense though, since we're going to be training a lot. And we have some nice guest quarters, and one of the cabins is already made up for you. I know it would make your parents' commute a little longer, but we have rickshaw drivers waiting outside the gates practically all the time, and it would mean your sister and brother could get some tutoring. They'd need to work, of course, but we pay good wages."
"Uh...I...uh..."
She glanced to the side. "Watanabe, your family is in the cabin next to his, if you want. Whether or not you move in, Uncle Noburi wanted to have a look at your father's knee. He said not to make any promises because it's an old injury and there isn't always anything to do for those, but he said it was okay to offer. Oh and, um, no charge. Obviously. Can't charge teammates."
The world spun around Eita. She was offering to have Master Physician Gōketsu Noburi, the senior medical official of Leaf General Hospital, the best medic-nin in Leaf since the unfortunate passing of Lady Tsunade, use his healing talents on a mere civilian? For free? Sure, he was well known for working in Leaf General and being willing to treat anyone who showed up based solely on their need, but still!
"Hyūga, you can move in too," Gōketsu-sensei said. "Um...I don't know if you'll want to, since your place is really nice and it's next door to ours anyway. Still, Mari-sensei said it would be rude not to invite you when I've invited the other two and being rude to my students would be a terrible way to start off our new team." She nodded. "First impressions and foundations are very important, she says. And she's really smart about people, so she would know. She'll be handling the infiltration training for the three of you. I'm no good at that stuff."
Eita seriously thought he was going to pass out. Lady...Lady Gōketsu? The Firehair, the Mistress of Night, the source of most of the Academy's espionage curriculum? The woman about whom a thousand songs and a thousand thousand poems had been written? (Most of them incredibly raunchy.) The master spy who had wormed her way into the offices of the Kazekage and come home with information that allowed the Eighth to avert World War Five? She was going to be training them? As quietly as possible, he used the Dispelling technique to verify that he wasn't trapped in a genjutsu. When that didn't work, he pinched himself, hard. Nope. Probably not dreaming.
Hyūga bowed smoothly. "Your offer is very gracious, sensei. With your permission, I will decline. As you say, my home is next door to your own lovely estate, and I would like to stay with my family if you'll permit it."
She nodded vigorously enough to set her black-with-blonde-highlights pixie cut bouncing. "Sure, sure! Totally fine! Probably better that way, really. Uncle Kagome would flip out if you and your cheating eyeballs were wandering around the property all the time."
Hyūga wisely said nothing.
"Anyway. I'll see all of you at Training Ground Four, five o'clock tomorrow morning. Bring your gear and a change of clothes. We'll be working all day and having dinner at seven, so tell your families to expect you late. Dress is casual and Mari-sensei was very clear that 'none of them are to bring anything except their own sweet selves or I will be very cross with you, Honoka', so don't bring anything or I'll get in trouble." She looked at all three of them, then fidgeted for a moment. "So...uh...yeah. See ya tomorrow, I guess? Yeah. Uh...bye!" She raced to the edge of the roof and dove off.
Eita stared at the empty space where his terrifyingly insane instructor had been, his brain far too locked up to do anything.
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"How did it go?" Mari-sensei asked from behind her.
Honoka forced herself not to jump. Someday, some day, she was going to catch Mari-sensei coming. And on that day, pigs would fly.
Carefully, she finished stocking the pot-bellied stove with shakes of wood and checked to make sure that the kettle was full. She was down to ninety-seven gallons of hot water in her storage seals, so it was time to stock up. She just hoped that Uncle Kagome wouldn't get too crabby with her for letting her supplies run so low.
Finally, she turned around and stepped into her teacher's embrace. The hug was nice, a warm embrace that signaled to her subconscious that it was safe to let her public persona go for now.
"It went well," she said, when they both eventually stopped hugging and stepped back. "Want some tea?"
"Yes, thanks."
Honoka rummaged out the appropriate seal and produced a wooden box that contained a piping-hot and thoroughly-steeped teapot, as well as four cups. She passed one to Mari-sensei and poured it full before taking some for herself and sealing everything else up again. No reason to let the pot cool, after all.
"Oh, the red," the older woman said, taking a deep and well-satisfied breath of the fragrance. "I thought you were out? I've been haunting the tea shops for months and there's been none for love or money." She grinned. "And believe me, I tried both."
Honoka laughed. "They happened to have some in the market of a town I passed through on my last mission, and I remembered how much you liked it, so I picked some up." Granted, the 'town' in question had been Degarashi Port in the Land of Tea and Honoka's mission had been to the capital of the Land of Noodles. Still, it had made Mari-sensei smile, and what was a little running in the grand scheme of things?
"Thank you, minx. So, tell me about your little sproglings! Are they everything you hoped?"
Honoka nodded. "Yes, actually. Watanabe walked into the trap, but he sensed it just before it went off and was starting to dive clear. Hyūga held onto his temper when I doused him with the bugs, and Tanaka thought fast enough to crab his roll after I hit him with the watermelon. None of them used the Substitution targets I left in the stairwell, so we'll need to work on that a bit, but that's probably down to low chakra reserves meaning that they still consider Substitution an escape jutsu instead of a travel jutsu."
"How about their tempers and personalities?"
"Surprisingly good, actually. None of them cursed at me even when I was rude and disparaging. Hyūga in particular was brilliant. He snotted off at first but I gave him one poke and he was respectful and self-controlled from then on."
She took a sip of her tea to buy herself a moment to think. "I'm a little concerned about Tanaka. His literacy skills need serious work and his self-confidence is terrible." She snorted. "Probably because, ever since Ebisu retired, the Academy has gone completely to crap."
"Language, young lady!" Mari-sensei's tone was flawlessly shocked; she even gasped and put a hand on her chest in amazement.
Honoka grinned impishly. "Yes, sensei. Anyway, I'll want to have Uncle Kagome give him some tests, but I suspect he's got word-blindness. Terrible scores in all the written subjects, brilliant in math and logic. He's got the standard civilian-born no-early-education problem so all of his clan-born classmates outstripped him." She snorted. "And, honestly, he's got one of the worst throwing arms ever."
"We should ask the Aburame glassmakers to test his vision," Mari-sensei said. "It's possible that he's just nearsighted."
Honoka nodded and made a mental note. "Honestly, I'm annoyed with Airi. She's supposed to be keeping an eye on the students for us. Her people should have caught Tanaka years ago; if they had, he would be much farther along."
Mari-sensei nodded, her lips pressed together in a line of annoyance. "I need to have a talk with that woman. I'm not sure if her network is compromised or if she's just starting to get senile, but I may need to get more involved again."
Honoka winced. Mari-sensei had been enjoying her retirement from the role of Clan Spymistress, and it would be a shame if she had to come back to work.
Mari-sensei produced a storage seal from inside her elegant kimono and popped out a stack of folders bundled together with string and wrapped in leather to resist storage shock. She slid the whole mass across to Honoka. "I double-checked the so-called 'deep background' that Airi put together for you." She snorted. "Totally inadequate. I have no idea what she was thinking. Anyway, I worked something up."
A chuckle escaped before Honoka could stifle it. Airi's deep background on her students had been extremely thorough.
"My, my, sensei," she teased, "it's almost like you're mother-henning over me and my brand new sproglings."
Mari-sensei pretend-scowled in offense. "Hmph. I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about." A yawn ambushed her and she covered it with one surprised hand. "Yipes. Sorry. It's not the company."
"Heh. No worries; it's late, we're both tired, and I have sproglings to torme...er, to train early tomorrow. I'm going to let the kettle boil and then I'm for bed."
The redhead (who definitely did not have any grey speckling her luxurious crimson mane, at least not if you knew what was good for you) patted Honoka's hand and stood up, stifling another yawn. "Sounds good. Have fun tomorrow. You'll be in by six, right? They're going to be exhausted and smelly. Need to give them time for a soak before dinner."
"Away with you, mother hen!" Honoka said, flapping her hands at her teacher. "They're my sproglings, not yours!"
Mari-sensei put her nose in the air like an offended cat. "Hrmph. Well, I know when I'm not wanted. Good night, minx." She hrmphed again, giving her head an overdramatic toss and then stalked out of the room with offended dignity.
"Good night, sensei," Honoka called after her, before smiling and taking a long sip of her tea. She pulled the folders towards herself. There was time for a little reading before the water boiled.
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Something else to consider: latency matters. The NY stock exchange recently changed headquarters and one of the conditions of the first-tier traders was that they all got information out of the building at exactly the same time even when it involved including extra coils of fiber-optic cables to account for the speed of light. What does that imply about our ability to algorithmically arbitrage if the transactions are conducted by softfoot civilians and the information updates are carried by ninja with visas with trading-empires Mist, Tea, and all of those minor nations we made friends with?
Hm.
Plans within plans.
Pretty damn ambitious.
I figured this was covered under OPSEC. But I could rewrite that bit to sanitize things a little.
It's supposed to be near a famous location. That's why as much as I'd like step on it, I do want to consider making sure we get as much out of this place as possible. This is a great location to get feedback before we even put up a single wall or bridge. Don't want to top our hand yet too much though.
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I think I might be in love...
Wait, how the heck did Honoka not end up leading the adorable Noburi siblings we absolutely will be adopting through the nascent academy exchange student program?
I'm going to assume that this is just placed between their graduation years.
The fact that you even thought of inviting a stinking cheater Hyuuga over without freaking out properly means Kagome was speaking to a brick wall.
Anywho, I think we might have a problem.
Loved it @eaglejarl
If TG is anywhere near as seedy as it was in canon, it's probably got a formidable underworld to deal with as a gambling hub. We'll have to approach who ever runs the show there to get any of our ideas off the ground without interference or somebody tipping off somebody in Kanoha about what we're up to. I doubt we'll be able to play in the background without it leaking out eventually, unless...
I wonder if Jiraiya's network extended out here...
Maybe we should start with that to really cover our butts?
So here are my thoughts in a nutshell:
Original objective:
-Build Uplift engineering projects (Walls, bridges, homes, etc)
Impediments: Local elites, possible Konoha clan attached merchants, traders, artisans,(patrons and spies)
New Objectives:
-Perform recon to locate assets of Jiraiya's network, especially ones open to uplift ideology.
-Play to Hazo's strengths with soft power to pave the way for Uplift.
--Use Hazo's habit of using games as bonding tools to start a data collection scheme. One that can eventually be monetized.
Anywho, I think we might have a problem.
Loved it @eaglejarl
If TG is anywhere near as seedy as it was in canon, it's probably got a formidable underworld to deal with as a gambling hub. We'll have to approach who ever runs the show there to get any of our ideas off the ground without interference or somebody tipping off somebody in Kanoha about what we're up to. I doubt we'll be able to play in the background without it leaking out eventually, unless...
I wonder if Jiraiya's network extended out here...
Maybe we should start with that to really cover our butts?
So here are my thoughts in a nutshell:
Original objective:
-Build Uplift engineering projects (Walls, bridges, homes, etc)
Impediments: Local elites, possible Konoha clan attached merchants, traders, artisans,(patrons and spies)
New Objectives:
-Perform recon to locate assets of Jiraiya's network, especially ones open to uplift ideology.
-Play to Hazo's strengths with soft power to pave the way for Uplift.
--Use Hazo's habit of using games as bonding tools to start a data collection scheme. One that can eventually be monetized.
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- Central Standard Time
NGL, I wouldn't mind just timeskipping to this if the QMs find it as enjoyable to write as it was for me to read.
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- America
But that would mean we let Tsunade die. And if she remains dead, then we haven't completed the Edo Tensei. And there's no way we're letting Jiraiya stay dead. (Or snek uncle)
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- The state of Paranoia
I'm fine with making a uplift style gambling game if we can make it work. Not sure exactly how though. Would we be betting that people can't think up an effective innovation that hasn't been submitted yet? Having people design a MEW house and they win if it's harder to destroy than the previous winner?
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- how about no
I'm rather disappointed in these potential future characters.
Any world war we participate in shouldn't even have the possibility of requiring further conflicts: all potential enemies should have been boom-squished into their constitute atoms the first time.
How else are we to guarantee Pax Goke- err, I mean, Pax Konoha?
I'm not sure if I'm understanding you so correct me if I'm wrong
So we aren't building anything, just collecting feedback? And the board game is to prevent the civvies from realizing we want to build stuff? And it being famous means there is a higher chance of Lead nin discovering we want to build stuff? If so, I think 3 weeks is a bit long for just collecting feedback. Also, Tanzaku Gai seems like a relatively well off place for civvie towns. I think we should focus on low hanging fruit like less well off towns (like the places we helped before as missing nin). We can gather feedback there, and building there is less of a problem because the chances of word getting to the merchant council are slimmer.
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- The state of Paranoia
I believe the politically correct term is allies. And it's generally frowned upon to boom-squish them while they're still being your allies.
I don't think the board game is to prevent civilians from learning we want to build stuff. I think we want to disguise ourselves so that they won't tell us ninja what they think we want to hear and giving us information that we need to improve their life.
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- how about no
I believe the politically correct term is allies. And it's generally frowned upon to boom-squish them while they're still being your allies.
You mean people who haven't been fitted for their friendship-insurer/hivemind uplink device? Sure, they'll exist until we finally ramp up production and perfect our biosleaing but eventually everyone will join the Glorious Immortal Goketsu Amalgamation.
"Resistance is Futile and Messy so please be a dear and wait your turn for your consciousness to ascend."
No it'll be more like a professional game of Catan. Only it's modified for mfd. It's not too hard of a game. And there could be different versions depending on the people playing.
We could use TGs establishment as inspiration on how to uplift villiages or towns in the boonies. Just so we're not stepping on some neglectful landlords toes or someone . I'm thinking of using a game like Catan as inspiration. But yes, we want to get info out of the civvies without giving the game away early, but we also need them to level with us as Kiba said.
Basically villager recon gets the team on the ground info.
Town recon gives Hazo and the team more of a top down and holistic view of establishing, expanding, and strengthening population centers.
Here are the new updates:
-scrapped missing nin prep contingency
-scrapped speaking about Seal trauma.
-added discussing the uplift engineering part earlier under the Seal Failure review.
-Scrapped talking to Naruto about Swamp. If anyone ask, we'll give a sanitized account.
-Added doing recon on TG and surrounding poorer villages.
-Added using local elites, Jiraiyas spy network(if possible) and local underworld as coonects and we do so wit the game.
-Made it clear game is a resource gathering or building game inspired by TG. Think Settlers of Catan board game. Hopefully Kagome likes carving pieces and Naruto gets his clones in on the action during testing.
We start implementing the actual engineering as the data comes in.
-scrapped missing nin prep contingency
-scrapped speaking about Seal trauma.
-added discussing the uplift engineering part earlier under the Seal Failure review.
-Scrapped talking to Naruto about Swamp. If anyone ask, we'll give a sanitized account.
-Added doing recon on TG and surrounding poorer villages.
-Added using local elites, Jiraiyas spy network(if possible) and local underworld as coonects and we do so wit the game.
-Made it clear game is a resource gathering or building game inspired by TG. Think Settlers of Catan board game. Hopefully Kagome likes carving pieces and Naruto gets his clones in on the action during testing.
We start implementing the actual engineering as the data comes in.
- Location
- Central Standard Time
... Yet.
In any case, the challenge of Honoka leading a genin team around appeals to me more than Econ/Political/Research grind.