Alright, you have an apartment, just get a computer and become a YouTuber who pretends that they are a fake vampire. I don't know anything about Vampire: The Masquerade. I just wanted to contribute

>>1126634
Retrieve arms from coffin.

Radio 2026/05/14(Thu)07:41 No. 1126796 ID: 456908
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>Where do we stand with the greater Camarilla, Anarch, or Sabbat sects?

You have a long and sordid history with the various sects that play chess with your existence, but grow old enough and you'll always reach that conclusion. Needless to say, a slide show of every step through your unlife's political identity would be...counter intuitive.

At one point, you were a member of the Sabbat, but times have changed and so have you. The cost of membership was high, but you paid it, and can now say that you are a citizen of the Camarilla

Currently, you are sitting at three status: Acknowledged, Loyal, Intuitive.


>Secondly, how is our hunger at the moment? Do we have a particular feeding habit we follow?
>Sounds like SOMEBODY needs a castle! Or a crypt.

You are quite sated, but suppose you could still eat. You are able to go out and hunt, but you've concocted a scheme that offers you much more regular livestock. Having crafted the lower half of your Haven into a museum of sorts, it's easy enough to pull an unassuming tourist to a room they hadn't suspected, and fill yourself gluttonous with their nectar.
Still, you always remember to refrain from drinking too deeply. Too heavy a meal will rouse suspicion, and that is the last thing you need.

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Radio 2026/05/14(Thu)07:44 No. 1126797 ID: 456908
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Now that you've decided to go out, you suppose it's time to consider your options. Off the top of your head, you can think of three locations.

1. Tesseract: A high end restaurant, usually visited by the elite of the city. Likely to have other Kindred present, specifically from one of the High Clans. Luxurious, but with the potential to get snubbed by those above you.
2. Beaters: A nightclub near the University of Chicago. Mostly for frat boys to mooch on rich blonde girls, and rarely visited by other vampires. Cheap fun, but you're likely to stick out.
3. Absolute Territory: A queer bar with emphasis on drag artists, punks, ravers, and goths. A loud and raucous party zone, popular with kindred of the Low Clans and the occasional Anarch. Lively, but could cause some friction if you have to deal with the wrong types.

While you decide, you take a mental check of yourself.

CURRENT STATE OF AUTUMN

-Humanity: 5 out of 10
-Hunger: 4 out of 5
-Generation: 7
-Status: Acknowledged, Loyal, Intuitive
-Predator Type: Trapdoor

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>Tesseract,

make some contacts amongst the mortal to help spread awareness of your museum to both attract more costumers and snacks.

Damn. A blind old lady? Can't send her packing in the snow.

Explain the wind must have opened the door and the baths are actually closed. She can stay til she dries off, but you and your husband are tired and can't entertain.

>>1126621
She just walked in? Maybe the knocking was wind on an improperly shut door.

Um.
Her clothes.
Find them and rest them on a warm pipe for her.
Thats it.
Youre not just doing it to check she actually had clothes when she arrived.
Nope.
Thatd be weird.

Yamelle 2026/05/14(Thu)05:40 No. 1126793 ID: 54055d
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>Maybe the knocking was wind on an improperly shut door.
>Damn. A blind old lady? Can't send her packing in the snow.
>she can stay since it was our fault for not locking the door.
Yamelle: Oh! Uhm. Well, we were supposed to be closed but it’s my fault for forgetting to lock the door.

Yamelle: Don’t worry about it though! I guess the wind has blown it wide open for you!

Yamelle: You didn’t see anyone else come in, have you?

She ponders, staring at still water.

Stranger: I don’t think I have.

Stranger: My eyesight ain’t what it used to be anyway.

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Yamelle 2026/05/14(Thu)05:43 No. 1126794 ID: 54055d
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>Her clothes. Youre not just [finding them] to check she actually had clothes when she arrived. Nope. Thatd be weird.
Yamelle glances around the immediate vicinity for any clothes shed from her guest. Nothing, really. Maybe she stashed them all in the changing room. If she had arrived naked, well, that’s a different situation.

Stranger: How much longer?

Yamelle: Hmm?

Stranger: The child.

Ma places a hand on her stomach.

Yamelle: Oh! It’ll be any day now! My third! Probably my last one. Three seems like a nice odd number!

Stranger: Hrmm.

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well, might as well get to know her i guess. until things get too cold, anyways

rolled 8, 18, 5, 11, 9, 5, 1, 17, 15, 17, 3, 11, 16, 5, 20, 13, 8, 9, 12, 11 = 214

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>>1126223
Cricket mutters, half to herself tracing the wood with a finger

"This whole thing feels like a trap. These "crew quarters" are unlike any barracks I'm familiar with. They seem more like some sort of holding cells. Reinforced floor and ceiling? Single entry? This vessel was for mining? Maybe the crew were not sent willingly? I am familiar with the practice of press-ganging for hard labor. Criminals, dissidents, foreigners... you all were press ganged yourselves, more or less, were you not? Perhaps this is a sort of poem. See how you now, crew of this vessel, have become trapped within its walls, forced to dangerous work, as the occupants before."

>>1126369
>>1126642
After Paprika's restless stunt leaves her at risk of permanently leaving the party, Cricket asks if there's any hold up to leaving? Maybe if we are going to get ominous messages and hounded on all sides by deadly space hazards, they could just... go somewhere else? You go off risking your life, not for honor but because you are stressed, yes? Maybe instead, come back, we can go off seeking adventure elsewhere, rather than run off alone into hostile environments without support? Please?

rolled 15, 9, 2, 12, 3, 13, 8, 4, 3, 12, 1, 1, 7, 5, 2, 19, 8, 19, 7, 5 = 155

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>>1126756
>These "crew quarters" are unlike any barracks I'm familiar with. They seem more like some sort of holding cells.
"The smart-cloth privacy barriers seem unlike to hold anyone but me, and even then, only when unwisely trying to phase directly through." Natalina tries to reassure Cricket. "If anything, that the emergency medical area is so sturdy suggests compassionate or practical design."

>you all were press ganged yourselves, more or less, were you not?
"I suppose needing to avert planetary extinction is a form of duress. Though I do not believe it one our employeer is responsible for. That employment and repayment is offered at all, and that individual have been able to part from our company, feel like crucial differences."

>What's going on with Paprika
Bumping into Reiko later, the arkus is surprised and upset to discover something came distressing close to eating her girlfriend. Who may now be unable to return on her own, cut off across a long stretch of vaccum, preventing Natalina from running off after her, as her instincts immediately begin to clamor for.

Another chainpod docking in the same location would presumably be contaminated with the same smokey air. Can we rig up some kind of portable air canisters, or does the ship have some handy? An air purifier?

rolled 19, 1, 7, 5, 7, 13, 16, 11, 2, 17, 1, 15, 10, 9, 7, 5, 13, 19, 11, 11 = 199

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>>1126642
Paprika focuses on the floor beneath her for a while. The rise and fall of her chest as she slows her breathing. "Reiko...thanks."

>Not sure if comforted.
Well, she's alive. If the ship also craves Paprika's supple flesh, she can cross that bridge when she gets to it.

>>1126697
>"Oh, that was pretty awesome. ..."
Paprika blanks out most of Reiko's explanation as she tries to ground herself. Something about plushies? She could use something to snuggle right now. "Uh...any idea why the smoke isn't making me cough? I feel weird."

>Bumping into Reiko later, the arkus is surprised and upset to discover something came distressing close to eating her girlfriend.
Paprika's gathered herself a bit by the time Nat comes into the conversation. "Reiko, can she hear me? Please tell her I'm fine. I don't want her to worry. And hey, now we'll have all the centipede guts we'll ever need!"

Can Paprika make heads or tails of the panel she just interacted with, now that she has a minute? Is the air replenishing, or is she on a time limit?

>>1126776
>Can Paprika make heads or tails of the panel she just interacted with, now that she has a minute? Is the air replenishing, or is she on a time limit?
>rolled 19
>inability at understanding numenera
>one level of intellect effort

Stuff Reiko said before is starting to make more sense. It's like... there's a printing press, but instead of paper, it prints on oil. Reiko sent a... hungry little caterpillar, through the datasphere, which snuck into the printer's office and stole letters out of the storage tray. Everything but the vowels, let's say. Had to pull that lever to break up the page currently being printed, so the burglar-worm could reach those last few consonants.

Now, when it tries to EAT YOU-EAT YOU-EAT YOU the closest it can get is EA O U-EA O U, and "O" is what you need to breathe, while "U-EA" is the stuff needed for rebuilding a terapede's guts.

Air does seem to be getting clearer... very, very slowly. Or at least it's not getting worse.

Maybe there's an air intake that's gotten clogged. You could speed along the cleanup process by swapping that clogged filter for a fresh one.
>rolled 1
...assuming you can find a fresh one. And don't accidentally break the machine by letting a big whiff of unfiltered smoke into its delicate innards.

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>>1126787
Paprika wants to meet this tiny burglar-worm.

>Air does seem to be getting clearer... very, very slowly. Or at least it's not getting worse.
"Reiko, I think I'm good to sit tight. I'm not in any immediate danger, but I may need a ride back. Just be careful, ok? The smoke...well, I feel fine, but it's pretty thick. I think that transfusion did something to me."

>And don't accidentally break the machine by letting a big whiff of unfiltered smoke into its delicate innards.
I won't risk breaking the air-giving machine.

Figure it's safe to say I brought water and snacks on this adventure, so I'm going to take both 10-minute and 1-hour recovery rolls while waiting for pickup.

Paprika sits down, carefully undoes her tight bun and lets her hair fall over her shoulders, down her back, long enough to touch the floor. She lets her mind wander to those couple days she spent in a maid dress, packed in a space elevator with that damn squidbot, and silly fantasies about it bringing her along and coercing her into cleaning its spaceship. "Let it go, girl. Gotta focus on saving the world. Wish I didn't get so hung up on things."

Making two recovery rolls!

B 2026/05/13(Wed)16:49 No. 1126771 ID: 252ac7
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>>1126752
>>1126759
>>1126761

knig probbly nevar c floer u think. woult be vry romantic!

U fly 2 closet flwoer feld.

B 2026/05/13(Wed)16:59 No. 1126772 ID: 35d66b
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U want 2 talk abbt thihng 4 date.

U say "Haii king!! I <3 U!!"

kign zays "What? I'm not the king. I'm the president."

Silly waps not know wat king is! U tink is vry funny

"U r vry stuopd kign! U not preserdernt."

"Okay, you're the uh... you're the special hero, right? The only Apocrita capable of using guns?"

"Thnk U!! I think I m hero 2!"

"I'm going to say this very clearly. You are stupid. Our scientists decades ago knew that one day, an Apocrita would hatch that would have the mental capacity to use a gun. But, they also knew that in order to have the necessary spatial reasoning, other parts of the brain would have to be sacrificed."

"I not stupd!! U stoupid!! >:( >:( >:("

U so angry!! How cood knig waps say so mean?? How U fix?!

>>1126772
Twll him make u king honey 4 apologie

>>1126772
Tell him to be nice to you!

If yur so stoopid why would wasp give you this gun? checkmate kingy

Coda

>>1126763
'Coda' might work for the symbolism; in music, it's the passage that brings a piece to the end. We have essentially brought an end to moment we all lived as rogues.

I wonder if there's a neumono term for the beginning of a piece though, that might be more fitting. 'Intro' or 'Prologue' don't really have the right ring to them...

>>1126762
Unity
Arvenia! You're not her, but you can name the hive after her.

Coda makes some good symbolic sense but it doesn't really roll off the tongue. Hive Coda? Coda Hive?
I was thinking of Epilogue along those lines, it works a bit better as a name if not quite as good a fit in the meaning.

A name is, on some level, a purpose. What is this hive? It is obviously a culture and art hive, but it is also a hive of rogues, rogues who were treated as such. Rogues who presumably will still care about other rogues.

For all that a part of me cansiders Arvenia a joke name for a hive, it is also genuinely a correct one.

I found some musical/theater terms that might be of use:
Anagnorisis: the point in the plot especially of a tragedy when the protagonist recognizes a character's true identity or when the protagonist discovers the true nature of their own situation (hmm, maybe this has a more negative cast than we want)
Peripeteia: a sudden or unexpected reversal of circumstances or situation especially in a literary work (though, looking further, it seems like this is often meant ill, as well)
Euphony: an harmonious succession of words having a pleasant sound.
Pastiche: a musical score fashioned from many many different styles: e.g., ragtime, pop, hip-hop, an Elvis number, and a good-ol'-fashioned Broadway kickline. (Because we're made of a bunch of different rogues?)
Reprise: repetition of a section of a previously-heard musical number, usually with dramatic or ironic effect, usually truncated. Pronounced re-PREEZ. (Eh, again, maybe misaligned tone.)

Well that's rude.
You're not outspeeding that, and more mass is unlikely to help. Perhaps you can disguise yourself as a smaller version of that masked marauder.

well. we aren't dead. kinda.

so they use threads and theres likely invisible webbing strewn about the room. any chance we can burn it? otherwise we could just... zerg rush and hopefully learn more.

uhh... try not to die as fast.

>>1126706
Why is this
happening
to us...

>>1126709
Okay. You
can do this (___).
You can do this.
No one else can...
(That first symbol in the unknown word looks like a capital L, the second one is a kind of reverse j, and the third is an i. Pet name for herself I'd guess? The second symbol is very odd though. I know that dot isn't part of the L, and besides that symbol is only ever by itself as part of a j.)

>>1126710
Assume if it's not
about cleaning or like...

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What the fuck was that!? I don't even think you stand a chance against that thing even in fight mode, hell from the explanation you gave us earlier I don't think you have enough in your fuel stores to even transform into that again. Shit...

Whelp, looks like the water tank path is now a no go until further notice... which means that elevator door in the silk pod room is the only exit available to us... wonder if we talk to Miire if she would be able to give us access to the elevator. She might have the authority to give you access to another floor. Hope it didn't need an item you picked up cause it looks like you lost all your gear.

Ah. Hmm. It doesn't look like she likes you back. My condolences.

Uhhh. Maybe we can...lure her into the water tank somehow and trap her? Side note on dying, aside from being unpleasant, I imagine that reconstituting you takes some amount of resource that a crumbling Tower might be short on, so, an extra reason to avoid dying. If it's the most efficient path to something though, I guess it's still technically an option.

...Did you get that coffee? Can you still, or will you have to recover the coins first?

>>1126485
Oooh.
Good spotting.
Theres a chance its a mistake on her part but... i dont think so.
Even if it was, a good objection like this will buy the time we need to delay.

1/2 Buckwheat 2026/05/14(Thu)00:12 No. 1126782 ID: ac2578
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>I caught her lying, because Not once did we ever say anything about the emergency being an injury to her.
>she specifically said there was no blood, and that we were standing just fine. If she didn’t hear our conversation with Judith, then how could she have known!?
Think I’ve got a great way to put that theory to the test.
Kaari: “That’s it, I’m putting out a call on Judith’s signal.”

Lana: “Kaari, the mine’s interfering with sending anything out.”

Rosary: “Exactly, return that radio to me now.”

I push down on the button and start speaking.
Kaari: “Who said I was trying to reach Judith?”

Rosary’s Radio: “Who said I was trying to reach Judith?”

Kaari: “You lied to us about not hearing our call to Judith, you’re tuned into her frequency. You heard we called for help with Lana’s leg. Why else would you have pointed out seeing us still standing-”

2/2 Buckwheat 2026/05/14(Thu)00:14 No. 1126784 ID: ac2578
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She pulls out a small axe from the back of her belt.
Rosary: “Alright game’s over then you smartass rabbit. Either of you move and this axe is going through your skulls.”

Lana: “Alright, what do you want from us then?”

Rosary: “First, you’re going to call off the rangers, then you’re going to tell me where that damn fox is hiding. If I like your answer, you get to sit tight in our hideout. If I don’t, one of you gets to be target practice.”

Okay…this is. We’re not dead, and still have a chance to turn this around. Question is, how?
We could try to stall some more for Judith or even Pickford to show up.

I-I could probably swing the table at her, or use it as protection from the axe. There’s a pick on the wall I could grab, and Lana’s got that knife she found.

There’s…there’s Dente as well. Not sure if we can call out for her to do anything but it seems like the bear doesn't realize she's here.

Stall or fight, I’m going to need a solid plan to get out of this.

She doesn't know about the knife. A sneak attack is on the table.

Anyway, tell her there's no way she can kill you here and get away with it, so that means her axe is useless unless she wants to spend the rest of her life behind bars.
She'll probably respond to this by attacking you non-lethally, and well, the knife will even the scales.

...or you could just fucking scream for Pickford. He's gotta be nearby at least, right? Sound should carry pretty well through the mines.

How are you supposed to call off the rangers? You aren't their boss so what are you supposed to say, that you're being kidnapped? Won't that just get the police involved?

as for the fox tell her you came in the mines to ditch her, she's a trouble magnet you'd rather avoid.

Silence 2026/05/13(Wed)14:10 No. 1126766 ID: 6d1406
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>>1126672
>>1126674
>>1126675
You get down into the hangar, and enter the crate, you can see it, the new mech.

Silence 2026/05/13(Wed)14:10 No. 1126767 ID: 6d1406
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There the new mech sits, held in place in the crate, two optic units on the head, the cockpit is open, it says high mobility alright. There are several extra thrusters along the unit. Whatever this thing is, it's probably a high gee monster.

Silence 2026/05/13(Wed)14:12 No. 1126768 ID: 6d1406
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You climb into the machine, and close the cockpit. You boot it up as the generator powers on, you discard your jacket as you grip the controls, whatever this thing is... its new.

Physical controls, no neuroconnection, probably for use with un augmented pilots. Alright, first step... how do you wanna get it out of here? Take it slow and quiet, or punch out?

Get out of the crate quietly. save the loud for busting out of the hanger

Well you need to familiarize yourself with the controls anyway, may as well be quiet at first. (and the less you damage things the less debt you'll be in later)

>>1126199
… That’s all? Really? *Corax chuckles to himself at the irony*

Inner thoughts: A god shouldn’t be this insecure. What is it with people who think they’re in a higher position and wanting me to humble myself for them? As for being a god? What is a god to a non-believer? I wonder if Peregrine’s faith in Inkiversus was more believable. Perhaps I can pray for some real divine intervention.

Well, as I have said time and time again around here, I serve and obey. *kneels*

Will that be all, radiant one? I apologize. Plainly, you can see I am unable to show any real enthusiasm. I can only offer you my honesty. I am sorry if I seem less than completely devoted, you’re not the first to try and make me humble myself. As for making it believable? I’m sorry, I am not an actor. I’m afraid that this about as good as it’s going to get. And if you’re going to unmake, or divinely smite me as some kind of punishment for my lack of love? That’s fine with me.

Inner thoughts: here it comes, the moment between stunning your toe, and the biting pain…

Absurdity DeVoid 2026/05/08(Fri)21:00 No. 1126518 ID: 16b713
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c7USMM0F6V4

>>1126518
WAIT!

Inner thoughts: What are you doing Alyosha? You have no ties to this man, you’ve done worse to people and probably for a lot less reasons.

Absurdity DeVoid 2026/05/13(Wed)23:55 No. 1126779 ID: 16b713
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-1EPegIzD2M

>>1126779
Inner thoughts: Well, was worth trying anyway. Oh, well.

*Corax stands and checks the magazine gun to see if it's loaded*

Hmm. "Jailer." An apt term for him I suppose.

No thanks. Go ahead and do it yourself if you want to hurt him, do it like you did with that poor soul. Whatever you do is not on me.

*Corax tosses the gun at MC's feet.*

Absurdity DeVoid 2026/05/12(Tue)21:43 No. 1126741 ID: 16b713
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A) Shake her hand.

B) Refuse to shake her hand.

C) Wave at her.

>>1126741
A) Might as well see what happens.

A. “It’d be an honor”

We got nothing worth stealing

A) oh gosh

>>1126755
>We got nothing worth stealing

don't say that part out loud

>>1126607
Personally, I've always found the concept of full reincarnation terrifying.
You lose everything. Every precious moment, every hard-fought lesson... every scrap of love you had for anyone else, ever. And what's your reward? To do it all over 'again'? As if your life never happened? Even if there's a truth to your core identity, some part of you that is fundamental... what if that core is tortured by repeating its trials? And more importantly, how can you be sure that you aren't being used?
Imagine being a mother with a child you love with all your heart, and then dying and reincarnating as the crazy psycho bandit who murders that child. Imagine reincarnating as one of the tormented plague carriers you read about in a book who lived ten thousand years ago, space and time inverting around mere mortalkind just to ensure that the suffering was real, that it existed, and that it happens to some version of you! Imagine reincarnating as someone you'd never willingly choose to become in this life - because some angel demanded you become someone else and didn't want to deal with some pesky free will to get through it!
...
I wonder if the darkness and confusion we are born into is just the last embers of our past identities finally ceasing to be as we're born once more.

Really hope you can change things, Tanna. For all of us.

>>1126609
>Spectacles
Children's toys. I got some, myself.
I know a couple tricks you can use with 'glass':
* Micro-Ray of Fire: You can create a tiny ray of fire with convex spectacles a

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My... aren't you guys an emotional roller coaster? I have a lot to say about this exchange but will save most of the silly topics for after the stress passes.

Out of curiosity: what are the related root words for steel in your language? It's interesting that Mina thought it was something strange to translate. I would guess that if your culture is older than ours, it might have something to do with meteorites.

Now you have to juggle the few inconsistencies of that lie without annoying us. Remember that it only takes one of us to reveal the truth to them, so be careful about blaming us.
It happened last night. I'm not sure when, but I presume closer to when you fell asleep than when you woke up. You need to come up with an excuse for why, according to you, we witnessed a past event in case it ever comes up.

(For everything bellow this) To Evel'yee:

Congratulations on your new supernatural archery trick. I'm sure it will come in handy for turning enemies into pincushions.
>>1126624
>Here's how that probably works...
Three uses per day is pretty good already, but try to find out how to recover that fourth daily use.

I don't know if it will be useful, but we have some information and speculation about what happened. This seems like a sensitive topic for Mina, so I think you will better judge if anything might not go well with her.

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(Only to send during appropriate downtime, I don't send this during the urgent times, and I try to send this to relevant folk all simultaneously)

Fox here, wanting to show off something to everyone when things are calm, especially for our rapid shot archer and as a reason for my technology oriented questions.

Everyone together after that drama is over? Well I want to show this. I hope this works, don't know if it will... it is meant to be a recording of a person using a few combined technologies related to archery, formatted into a sort of visual illusion like thing. Note the advanced bow design that's mechanically just better than other sorts of bows, it is a sort that requires a machine to span (or a golem I guess), and the attachment device for holding the arrows and enabling the movement, and the rapid reloading mechanism for quickly placing another set of arrows in, and the device that shines a very very particular sort of light at the target for useful and fast short range aiming. Some of these things might be possible for you all and might actually complement the soul-improved archery stuff.

https://youtu.be/a91zx70AqUc

Fox here, I'll reply as I think of things. You need to figure out who here is least inconvenienced by your 'darkness, concealment, plus bonus to physical attributes' when you use your Shade's Song. Though it's possible that because they are your allies, these allies of you that hear you could possibly not be impeded by the effect?? Unsure.

Man rereading Mina's explanation on souls kinda points out an understated fucked-upness to the process.

So new souls ARE born but only occasionally? So what exactly are Older souls doing when they "reincarnate"?
Are newborns just born souless and develop one on their own?
And more horrifyingly are the new souls Supplanted/absorbed/destroyed by the older souls whenever they are finished their journeys?

Alot of uncomfortable questions are raised and it's not even a good time to get into them (and depending on how things go it might not be for awhile). How frustrating.

Characterizing us as "the good voices" is itself kind of a miscast. We're better characterized as every impulse that ISN'T a malicious manifestation of your traumatized self-loathing, lol. That will unfortunately include libidinous impulse and confidence.

Whatever this weird reflection monster is, it's just a part of your imagination, right? So if you just knock yourself out [b]immediately[b] on the edge of the sink then you might be able to prevent whatever this is from taking advantage of you, because I don't think we have any control over this fake Maya.

How insulting. The taste is less sweet when the sugar is forced into your mouth. Either she'll decide to change her ways on her own time and with her own will, or she won't. We'll help guide her, but forcing her? That's simply pathetic.

It's even in your name. You are NOT Maya. This body and will aren't yours to control. Begone, intrusive peony. Your presence not wanted or needed.

Dear regular, non-evil Maya,

This is all probably pretty scary for you. It all feels so sudden, doesn't it? Like the reigns of your life have been yanked out of your hands, and all you can do is watch as someone else directs it. Well, I want you to know that this is something everyone has to deal with, at least a little bit.
No one likes to admit it, but everyone has thoughts they don't like, or they do things they aren't proud of sometimes. There are a lot of things I wish I had never done, and I don't always have the nicest thoughts, and all I can do is look at myself and say, "I won't make that mistake again."
Part of growing up, Maya, is learning how to learn from your mistakes. It's about understanding that you can change the way you think or act, if you give it enough time and effort.
But becoming who you want to be doesn't have to mean that you stop being who you are right now. Maya, I'd like it if you could write a list with all the things you like about yourself. I'd like to get to know you better.
Today has already been so much, and there's still a lot left to go, but I think you can do it. You're strong Maya, and don't let anybody tell you otherwise.

I'm rooting for you, kid.

Close your eyes. Shut your ears, hear nothing.
Breathe in, breathe out. Deeply.
It's not real, now, is it?
Well.. if its still there... bigger issues at hand, huh?
Yell for Jaden, maybe?

...In any case... you aren't evil, Maya. that you- is you- projecting what evil is. No one is evil this young. Atleast. We'd like to think so. You're no Innocence, but... you're far from the devil those around you might imply.

On the one hand this seems like it could be a classic temptation lure you into freeing something evil.

On the other hand, crows are cool.
You should go along with this until information presents itself that it would be a bad idea.

To that end, ask it why it wouldn't talk in front of the others.

(1/2) kpwlt 2026/05/12(Tue)15:41 No. 1126734 ID: 127310
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>What it says supports what we found remaining in the book. "Protect the Crown" most importantly-- that is a noble goal. As for molding the country... honestly you should forget about that, aside from perhaps implementing more protections to keep the Crown protected.

Sure, Sam can get behind the idea that the vague idea of ‘protecting the Crown’ is good, in the same way that ‘promoting peace’ and ‘ending conflict’ are, but what, specifically, does this mean? And Sam isn’t convinced that moulding the country is necessarily a bad thing. She knows Southshoals has its problems. If she was at the reins, maybe things would be better for everyone?

You should go along with this until information presents itself that it would be a bad idea.

What kind of information would clue Sam in to that?

>To that end, ask it why it wouldn't talk in front of the others.

SAM: “So. Why did you want to talk to me alone?”

BEAK?: “It is not… a want. Your will corrodes the feather. Your acquaintances’ will does too. Perchance, imagine a tree that spreads outwards as it grows upwards. You are currently in one of the… lowest boughs, of this tree, where my feathers can reach you. When you are… joined by others, there is not enough room in the low parts of the tree, and… without even realising, you climb to a higher branch. Now that my feather is in the tree, it is easier for it to stay in the tree than before, and perhaps it could ascend slightly, but it is a poor climber.

SAM: “If your feather is here, where are you?”

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(2/2) kpwlt 2026/05/12(Tue)15:41 No. 1126735 ID: 127310
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Sam’s train of thought is interrupted by a jabbing sensation in her left forearm. It’s as though someone is jabbing around with a needle. This is a sensation that Sam is fairly used to. Sam and Uberto have a small sympathetic alphabet tattooed on their non-dominant arms that they can use to communicate if need be. It’s fairly rudimentary, but it gets the job done.

This particular message roughly translates to
UBERTO HERE IF SAM NEED HELP LOUD SAY.

>>1126734
>If she was at the reins, maybe things would be better for everyone?
Do you have any experience governing? Or being in a position of power/authority? You could easily make things worse with an ignorant or reckless approach.

>>1126735
Well, time to see if the feather can ascend to Uberto's branch. Call him in.

Ask the feather what protecting the crown means exactly. In what ways could this be done?

you can message back that you're fine and headed back.

unless beak has anything else to say you should return to the others.

Alright, so how does Fennel like it?

Describe that mouse puss, Fennel. And Nixxy's for comparison.

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“I want you, all of you…” Kol tugs on his fiancé’s hand and nods his head towards the waterfall. Together, they slosh through the waves and head towards the cliff face.

At the base of the falls they find a pair of benches carved into the stone: each covered with soft, fragrant moss that seems to flourish in the humid environment. Kol tests the water with a hand, finding it warm and inviting. “Where’s it coming from?”

“This place is all a closed loop. It gets recycled and cleaned by a bunch of charms built in. It’s also smaller than it looks: if you swim out too far or try to climb past the cliffs, you end up back on the beach.” Caleb says, looking up at the waterfall with a satisfied grin. “So what did you have in mind?”

The mouse replies by leaning in for a kiss, gently pushing the big selkie down onto a bench under the spray of the falls. “I just wanted to show you my appreciation, and a little of something I learned while I was gone.”

He clambers up in Caleb’s lap, draping his arms over his husband’s broad shoulders. His hips grind in slow circles, bobbing up and down in place as the fae’s cock rubs against his cheeks. Kol gasps as the big sailor cups his ass with one hand: slipping a claw inside him and running it around the inside of his tail-hole, helping him loosen up.

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Still over-sensitive from her climax, Casey steadies her breathing as the elemental sucks at her clit. Unable to really see her partner, the binder closes her eyes and traces the edges of her partner.

Fennel glubs happily as the tendril feels her up, encouraging Casey to go further. Not bound by the need for air, the undine wraps her mouth around the mouse’s pussy and laps at her folds. The slight tang of salt coats her tongue, diluting itself as it spreads throughout her body. The elemental nuzzles eagerly into the tight space between Casey’s thighs, the feeling of warmth and life drawing her closer.

Casey’s tendril curls around Fennel’s tail and presses against the base. The undine lets out a wordless gasp as the tip finds her vulva and slides inside. Spread around the glowing tentacle, she purrs as Casey’s spell pumps itself in and out.

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Kol rocks in place, focusing on relaxing as Caleb’s finger loosens him up. The digit twists inside him, curling around to tease his prostate and he pushes back into the pressure eagerly.

“Heheh, you ready, then?” The selkie asks.

Kol nods and braces himself against the sailor’s shoulders. “Ah~ I need it now…”

Caleb tilts his chin up to beckon the mouse onward. “You want it? Come get it.”

Kol lifts himself up off his fiancé’s lap and reaches down with one arm. He feels Caleb’s cock bobbing under his fingertips and lifts it up into position. With deliberate slowness, the mouse sinks down: guiding the thick shaft to its target.

He lets out a shuddering moan as pressure builds under his tail before there’s a pop as Caleb slips in. The satisfying ache of the head spreading him is enough to make his knees weak as he grinds in place: feeling it tug at his walls.

“Mmmm, still tight. Good. I was worried Argus was gonna leave ya all worn out.” Caleb teases, giving the mouse’s butt a squeeze.

“You know I’m always tight and hot for you…” Kol breathes, leaning in for a kiss. The sailor’s tongue slips in alongside his and he moans for his husband as inch after inch of hard cock fills him.

Head [marketwards]

>>1126685
>up and down???
Probably better replaced with "(whatever's at the top)wards" and "(whatever's at the bottom)wards"
Like, enginewards, bridgewards, etc. In this case I guess it's marketwards and towerwards, and once you get to those destinations then optimally everything's oriented such that "up" and "down" make sense for local directions.

Also yeah let's head marketwards. If we can scrounge up some currency maybe we can spend it before it falls into the black hole of debt.

to the market, to see what people have dropped. always something to find on the floor.

>Corona Towers

this way when you go to sell the junk you find in the market they are far less likely to figure out you're selling them the same stuff they just threw away.

Market time!

Absurdity DeVoid 2026/05/11(Mon)23:43 No. 1126676 ID: 16b713
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Possible answers to the question that was asked:

A) I don't have the fear of my missing eye.

B) I do not want to trade with you.

C) Fine, I will give you this one coin, but you'd better offer something good in return.

D) Other suggestions.

B. That coin seems a lot more valuable than we realize based off his reaction.
And taking away a fear of Bobbie’s eye feels like could change a lot of Bobbie’s personality. Sure she would no longer fear it, but that fear also built up an experience and hardened her, and continues to do that. I’ve seen Bobbie many times go against all odds against some fearful foes, and she has always managed to have the courage she built up from that experience to counter those fears she has for her people. She took no shortcuts, and grew strong from it.

I think the darkness is starting to cause us to hallucinate and see things that shouldn’t be there. Let’s get back to the party where it’s brighter before we miss the rest of the performances

just wanted to add, this guy totally ruined everything for my friends and I in another quest after we trusted him. His betrayal still stings, and I am certain it will hurt hard if we take his deal

"a chance to participate" is not a guarantee. in exchange for a coin that is guaranteed to be worth something, there should be more offered to us. tho i personally lean against making a deal with mysterious strangers cloaked in darkness

I don't know, this guy is shady as shit. But at the same time he is only asking for one coin. What can he even do with that? So Bobbie do what you want, I will not judge you.

>>1126700
Except the whole fear of your lost eye, what is up with that.

>>1126682
ok i legit cannot un-imagine a TerminalMontage animation of Tetsi being thrown

>>1126679
It's out there in the void. We can't maneuver out there; only Mel can fly. So the choice is obvious, have Mel fly us out there so we can Identify it.

...Actually, can we maneuver in the void? Flinging ourselves out towards points of interest has worked so far, but was that just because Silv is really good at going the right direction or is there some course correction possible?

Galena, flip a coin and harvest one of the islands at its edge. We'll call you if we need help. Mel, take point.

>>1126679
>I thought we were gonna save the runes for a big island expansion Tetsi
In defense of the Cloak/Hide rune idea, the idea was to make a cloaking field to keep the island from being noticed and devoured by the giant voidlings as we make it bigger.

But yes, go with Mel. For one, she can fly!

>>1126679
Jiggles.
I mean Mel.
She could do with the exercise.
Aw, im just kidding silv. Shes cool.
Dont tell her that bit.

Hey, galena, see if you can find our sprout pal. Theyve been awfully quiet lately.

>>1126427
Vorno and Rebirth both sound like good potnetial jobs

> Mag: “Yeah. They eat, fuck and hit some drugs. Suddenly no more sad and angry.” she shrugs, “And then they go down a cock or into a puss and get disgusted. The end.”

Gotta remember to stay focused, don't want to fall prey to this pattern... no pun intended. But still, Kira goes down, then you can find a cock/gut/cunt to share with someone~

But yeah I got nothing that hasn't already been brought up, ask about those Vorno's and then get some sleep.

>>1126427
>Eh, you’re not a small town girl who smokes, are you know?
You mean that isn't what your previous identity was from before you came to Viron City?

>>1126437
>Ask about C.L.V.
Yeah, I'm curious about that also.

>Check apartment for previous person's things to keep or sell.
Good idea. If we're lucky, we might find something useful to keep! If not, getting extra money will be helpful!

>Get fatter to prevent getting dragged away unwillingly.
Agreed. And think of how fun it would be to bully someone by just sitting on them and refusing to get up.

>>1126438
>Focus on building new life.
Absolutely. Kira isn't going anywhere, so the best thing to do is get situated and ensure we have a stable income.

>>1126437
Wideness may not matter too much as dickvore exists with that tiny hole, but being heavy enough means you cant be lifted anchored to the floor so they cant lift you inside of them sort of like a dildo bolted to the ground.
So perhaps find fattning Greasy Cheap fastfood slop where you are not on the menu(yet at this size) perhaps can work there with a discount

Asking about vornos and the surfing the web in our apartment for info on open positions for hungry openings sounds good, maybe looking up the local clubs to see what they are like just to be informed.

Curt 2026/04/29(Wed)14:42 No. 1126057 ID: a4a832
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>: POSTERPOSTERPOSTERPOSTERPOSTER

: Sounds like they packed you up and stocked you on shelves, kid.
: I don't think the merch from my series sold much. I feel like you're seeing more consumerism in edutainment than there really is.
: The books were mostly in school book fairs. The little games were mostly at "museums" and "learn-nasiums".
: I guess I had a tie-in replica WO-1948 once. For sport shooting, I guess?
: But it's not like franchise tie-in objects are really successful with adults.
: And not many nine-year-olds have a twenty-kilo slingshot draw.
: Why did you?
: Hitting stuff far away.
: Christ. Well, doesn't matter.
: Don't gotta move you off the shelf to get the Specta they want from putting you on it.
: You always talk about that. "Specta." What is it?

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s-shut up im real.

Curt 2026/05/10(Sun)03:38 No. 1126569 ID: a4a832
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> : Specta sounds a lot like egregorism, the idea of an idea that lives without being living.

: So, materialist outcome for managers is a... drug?
: If you live without it long enough.
: Don't even need to be a manager, investor, whatever. Why do you think is the way he is?
: I can kind of see it. You're sort of lensing the normal way the world works into something that feels more visceral.
: Only way to react right to it. Drop the abstractions, see it as direct. A substance, a face, whatever it takes.
: I mean, maybe. You do it too much and you're posting Egregorist manifestos.
: You were reading that crap?
: It's important history stuff! I was an encyclopedia detective too, you know.
: But, actually, it came up in therapy.
: Yeah, how's that?

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How far can a metacommunicator reach, anyways? Could the reason the traitor can have consistent knowledge of the loop be that they're connected to someone outside of the station, outside of the loop?

Is the loop a local phenomenon? If you radio/visit another station, what day is it?

Do like the table smash boob meme on the pots oh wait that's just a pot shaped guy oops!

Hmmm... I'm being flattered.

I mean, I get that my boobs are a nice sight for people who see two giant sphinx butts all day long.

Still - the only people allowed in and out of this town are heroes. The only business that can survive are ones with heroes as customers. The whole town's economy now depends on a steady flow of heroes spending their loot.

They've learned how to flatter heroes. The whole pot smashing thing is probably a loss leader to get you into their store.

They're gonna be pissed when they find out we don't have any starting money. Unless their whole thing is getting you to run up a big tab when you're setting out so they take all your loot on the way back?

I wonder if they're deliberately letting monsters through in order to get heroes coming to them again?

...better find out how much we owe the inn for one night before anything else. Could be like a thousand gold a night if this is their deal.

>>1126557
Do our part to keep the pottery economy alive!
Smashy smashy!
He'll probably sell the shards if you use your heroic honkers to crush them.

If it is a scam, dont worry. I spy another money making opportunity.
Grass farm
Perfect for spin attacks and uprooting our local currency.
Im guessing boob shaped ruupies.
Sweater puupies.

First, fill the pot with your milk and then break it. That milkshake will bring all the boys to the yard.

>>1126557
Ah, the consequences of fame and fate. Some people might think we'd enjoy having crowds of stickfolk (and one gnome-looking guy) fawning over us, but...
Eh, why not? We're the Hero with Huge Boobs. Let's milk 'em.

Do a fancy stunt with the pot. Rest it on our chest to Boobie Bounce it into the air, and hit it with our sword as it comes down to send it flying off into the distance.

And while everyone's watching it fly, we can make our way to the conveniently-placed Butt Shrine to learn about the road ahead. We've got to plan our journey before we can prepare for it!