Snake/Eater
Myth Maker of the North
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[X] "Homophobia explains nothing but your ignorance. I expect my friends to be more open-minded than that."
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[x] "That isn't nice Sayaka. I am sure Homura-san has her reasons."
...what are you trying to do with that vote? The sudden tone change doesn't do much.
Votes locked writing up[X] "That isn't nice Sayaka. I am sure Homura-san has her reasons."
Can we at least be slightly Madoka-ish?
Not 'creepy', more 'weird'.
[X] "You get two-thirds. It seems like you needed it the most."
Why is everyone voting to give away an asset for no gain?
I can come over and spend some of it occasionally. I don't have anywhere to store the cash.
That is such a strange remark. What does that even mean? You are giving her the money but it's still yours? It's like you are being an asshole about giving her money, but she isn't allowed to spend it without your permission or something.
Just give her most of it, or try to make her a subordinate, she isn't going like 'Oh, it's your money if I'm allowed to spend it.'
It works well.
[X] "You get two-thirds. It seems like you needed it the most."
-[X] "I don't have anywhere to store my share. Do you mind if I keep it here?"
I don't really expect Kyouko to agree to become our subordinate unless the ribbon is also affecting other people.
How about:
[X] "You get two-thirds. It seems like you needed it the most."
-[X] "I don't have anywhere to store my share. Do you mind if I keep it here?"
Remember that Oriko is both rich and precognitive. In the long run, we don't have money issues.
If we assume that each of those blocks takes one expedition, we have to make one every three days to finish by Walpurgisnacht. I'm going to guess from that that the Tower really isn't set up to deal with Illuminati trained infiltrators and we'll probably be fine sneaking in again.Kaname Corporation Tower []
- Basements []
- Ground Floor []
- Floors 1-50 []
- Floors 51-100 []
- Floors 101-150 []
- Floors 151-200 []
- Floors 201-250 []
- Floors 251-300 []
- Floors 301-314 []
- Floor 315 []
I see your point, but given just how much of the tower there is in the setting card I don't think we can afford to wait more than a few days between expeditions. We only got to the basement last time, and we at least need to get to floor 315 to get a copy of the Mitakihara Scenario.
If we assume that each of those blocks takes one expedition, we have to make one every three days to finish by Walpurgisnacht. I'm going to guess from that that the Tower really isn't set up to deal with Illuminati trained infiltrators and we'll probably be fine sneaking in again.
Loot, I think?
So the idea to become Sly Cooper Infinite Plus?
You put an entire tower up for looting and expect us not to got for all of it?
... Really? It's a business not a dungeon crawl, most floors will just be offices etc so unless you are going to steal all the staplers, looting the whole tower won't help us and will just waste time. Only key points will have interesting stuff in them.You put an entire tower up for looting and expect us not to got for all of it?
You have a point, but we still need that information on Overreach Industries within the next few days.... Really? It's a business not a dungeon crawl, most floors will just be offices etc so unless you are going to steal all the staplers, looting the whole tower won't help us and will just waste time. Only key points will have interesting stuff in them.
Side Story #003 - I must protect
The klaxons blared and he could only think about what led to this:
In the great war between the Galactic Federation and its counterpart, the People's Union of Galactic Republics, nothing was sacred. In the opening stages of the war before it devolved into a quagmire that lasted for four centuries, one nation, no-one remembered which one exactly, escalated the war dramatically in their eagerness for a swift and immediate victory. For both nations, having been born from the remains of the truly evil Galactic Empire, inherited its arsenals of weapons of mass destruction. These weapons consisted of hundreds of battleship-level warship engines arrayed with each other, made to power one shot of a single beam, for such an arrangement was too powerful to allow reuseability.
These weapons were called "Star Killers".
Originally created by the ruthless Galactic Empire to deter rebellions, the greedy overlords of the Empire only it used a couple of times, seeing it as a waste of property to use on the stellar systems they controlled. However, with the overthrow of the Galactic Empire by two separate, bloody, violent rebellions, resulting in the complete extermination of the Imperial family and the aristocracy by a bloodthirsty populace, eager for vengeance for centuries' worth of exploitation, two new great nations, alongside countless smaller ones, would rise from the ashes. These were the Galactic Federation and the People's Union of Galactic Republics.
These two nations, at first, had relatively warm relations with each other. After all, both were born in the desire to overthrow the Imperial yoke. However, there was a fundamental difference in their ideologies and furthermore, the two were competing to have stellar systems join their sphere of influence. In particular, there was an incident in which a stellar system, rich in helium-3 necessary as warship fuel, almost became a flashpoint for a war. This war never transpired, due to sane and capable diplomacy between the two.
A column of alloy collapsed around him, crumbling into sand, yet he continued to think about the war, because his respite laid in history. Even with all the klaxons, all the injuries and all the tears as those in the space fortress screamed about their crumbling surroundings, Ensign Acier Vertlance of the PUGR continued to hide in his quarters, morbidly daydreaming about the ultimate insignificance of his death. The walls around him would crumble into sand and he would be asphyxiated in the vacuum of space. His life did not matter in the grand scheme of things, so neither did his death.
More near-clashes like that one involving competition over valuable fuel and resources, continued, rarely escalating. Academics came to term this constant tension as a "cold war."
A scream of some spaceman, one that sounded like he had caught fire from an overly heated part of the space fortress' walls, filled his ears, even through the somewhat thick door keeping out whatever horrors were outside. Even that was crumbling into sand. He probably wouldn't last longer.
One day, that cold war went hot. The Galactic Federation accused the PUGR of firing first and the PUGR accused the Galactic Federation in turn of firing first. Because those antistellar weapons were originally created by the Galactic Empire to repress and control the populace with terror, rather than for any sort of warfare, they were never used en masse, even as the Empire crumbled from overconfidence. However, with the Galactic Federation and the PUGR, their interests were not solely control over people. The two nations firmly believed in the values with which they acted. As such, any wars they fought, were wars of truth, justice, liberation and other such abstract values. In other words, the leadership of the two nations held absolute belief in their values.
At this point, Acier's ears were ringing from the noise around him, not that in the knowledge of his inevitable death he cared.
Thus with absolute belief in their values, escalation was the only possible outcome. As soon as one of the anti-stellar weapons were used, a furious, never-ending exchange of them ensued. Primed and cocked by two powers suspicious of each other well in advance, there was no stopping it. Of the 900 billion elves that had lived in the better parts of post-Empire era, roughly 500 billion were incinerated, destroying well over half of elfdom. However, the war did not stop there. With 400 billion survivors, the hatred and rage brought on by this supposed "mutually assured destruction" continued to exist. Even with a broken back, elves could not help but to continue shooting and slaughtering each other. The everlasting anger and thirst for revenge spiraled into a new kind of warfare, the broken-backed war. From this point, four centuries of wretched stalemate continued as the remnants of the Galactic Federation and PUGR bashed and strangled each other, descending into absolute barbarism and berserk-like wrath, beating and pounding on one another until their numbers were finally reduced to 100 billion from overconscription and stalemate.
An explosion came from outside, again.
To think that the war was ending, not because a political solution or a debellatio of one of the states, but this mysterious crumbling-away of elven civilization into sand, indeed, to him, it was divine punishment for their wrath, an inversion of the destruction of the initial stages of the war, a slow destruction to commemorate those who died in its opening stages. Even while he sat, waiting for his eventual space asphyxiation as the the station crumbled to bits, his stool crumbled too. All of elfdom was fading away. Presumably, that included the countless space habitats and protective domes on hostile planets. It probably included spaceships as well. Those stuck on half-terraformed planets will probably meet a slow death as the terraforming equipment crumbles away, the planets returning to their previous uninhabitable states, unable to escape with their own crumbling craft.
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"My wish is to protect this space fortress and all within it, and if I have to despair, Egg-Hatcher, let it be known that I despaired to give others strength!"
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Acier saw with own eyes that the crumbling had come to a stop. What remained of his chair did not continue to rot away.
Tachyon communications had stopped long ago from High Command, meaning that High Command probably died as their flag vessel was hit in the battle outside. The war had come to an end and they had survived.
Well, that was fine and all, but with the garrison fleet completely annihilated, their enemies too completely dead and all of the shipbuilding facilities of the fortress crumbled into dust, what were they going to do from now on?
Acier pressed on a button on his bed's side and he changed the camera view to outside of the fortress. Cosmic sand and corpses littered the system, outshined by the starlight before them.
He then moved to the console and after typing in a password, brought the fortress' interior map to view.
The agricultural blocks were still intact, as were the solar panels and the fusion reactor. The communications block however, was gone, as were the rather weak engine rooms, the docks and the rather meagre small factory.
Well, they didn't to call fellow PUGR remnants, if such a word could be used, to restart this war anyways.
But in short, they were stuck here.
At least they survived. They could live with that encouragement.
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