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It is the Year of our Lord 1884, and the United States has just been invaded by creatures beyond modern comprehension!
With power beyond any mere mortal's and ubiquity beyond any eathly species, it's only natural that all of America has taken to calling these fresh invaders "demons". And yet, even with such a title to their name, there arise sympathizers. Sympathizers who insist that, despite their ability to rain down fire and lightning from the heavens themselves, these demons are worth human companionship! That they are not to be feared! Even, somehow, that they can help humanity if we just give them a chance...
Walter Buchanan, our humble protagonist, is one of these sympathizers. He has set out for New York state with his two human companions, Thomas J. Steele and a mysterious "Andrew", alongside a sizeable posse of demonic acquaintances, seeking the safety of his family and a return to his home village of Cooperstown.
We return to him in the current moment, across the country and in America's westernmost state, wrapping up his paid studies as he pursues his smaller goal of reaching Sacramento...
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>>6186555 >>6186556 >>6186558 >>6186559 >Just nod and repeat your name normally. No need to showboat. It'd give a bad first impression. Showboating is not something Waltur would do, and the pseudonym ship has sailed by now. We would like to know what Staters are, though. Hopefully not secessionist. (Civil) war with Neofauna would make the Great War's casualty rates come early.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:g5NMt5Zu Sat 01 Feb 2025 02:43:53 No. 6187111 Report Quoted By:
oops, I forgot to write that i'm writing while I was writing lol. Anyways, yes, I am writing. Sorry, I started like an hour ago and forgot to post. Since the vote is unanimous, we'll be keeping ourselves humble.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:g5NMt5Zu Sat 01 Feb 2025 04:51:48 No. 6187195 Report You weren't sure why the man needed you to repeat yourself-- it was a perfectly quiet evening-- but you did as he asked just to be polite. "Walter's my name, alright." Andrew echoed the sentiment, though his tone was much more dry. He seemed to catch onto something before you di-- You couldn't finish that thought. Bart was already behind you, trying to force you into the doors that Bruce had been holding open this entire time. He failed, of course-- Mary got herself in the way, forcing Bart away from you and letting out a defensive bleat, but the stranger most certainly tried his hardest. He almost seemed irked by Mary-- after he regained his footing from her small attack, he kept his distance and gave her a condescending look. "Right, I nearly forgot... why don't you let yourselves in?" Andrew took the lead, stopping briefly to whisper into your ear about how you needed to teach Buckwheat to be that defensive sometime, entering the saloon... without pushback. Not a single soul came to interrogate him about Buckwheat, nor stopped him from bringing in his chick. He just... walked in, donkey and all. You followed suite, your curiosity piqued. ----- Walking into the Floating Dollar was like walking right into the great London Zoo. Great big birds flew down from the lumber rafters holding the roof up, swooping above a small crowd of young men and women surrounded by creatures of all shapes and sizes. You were able to immediately spot many familiar fauna-- <span class="mu-i">Obscurnus Catulus, Canilus Pellastrum,</span> (the dog-like creatures seemed to be quite popular,) <span class="mu-i">Resolana Monodens, Conduces Vigilans</span>-- you even spotted an older soul who seemed completely bonded to an <span class="mu-i">Iniscis Rebrectus</span>, caressing the dead-eyed carp's shiny scales and playing with its whiskers while muttering something about her sweet grandchildren. Simultaneously, the place sounded about as loud. Arguments could be heard all across the pub, bouncing off of every corner, blowing up between seemingly random people over seemingly random things. Drinks were clinked together above huge sheets of paper detailing something or other, fists were thrown in front of great paintings of the nearby landscapes, waiters and waittresses would sometimes stop at tables for several minutes to discuss unrelated matters with their clientele. The entire place was a complete mess.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:g5NMt5Zu Sat 01 Feb 2025 04:52:48 No. 6187196 Report It took you a few minutes to start descending the wide wooden staircase you'd entered the saloon on. You almost didn't notice the whispering. Bart and Bruce discussing something about you behind your back. "...sure..." "...they'll call your bluff..." "...it's the papers..." ...it all sounded a bit shady, and once the lot of you managed to reach the ground floor you couldn't help yourself from asking: "Is there somethin' you two need me for?" The brothers looked at you with a strange mix of excitement and determination. Bart was the first to speak. "Maybe, perhaps, depending on what you let us do. You see, there's a certain Walter that's become rather well-known across a certain sect of us Staters--" Andrew interrupted. "Alright, I'm not takin' another step forward 'til you two bastards tell us what we're getting ourselves into." It was a funny bluff, given that he'd already hesitated to descend due to Buckwheat's difficulties with the thing, but it seemed to work. Bart clarified. "Well, it would be rather hard to describe all of us! I suppose the easiest way to do it would be... well, we don't like what our new Governor, sir Huntington, is doing to our wonderful state." Bruce butted in. "Especially not those laws about dear Missy, here! She can't even come to work with me anymore! Come next week, I might not get to have her at all..." His brother cleared his throat. "Well, that's part of it, yes, but really only the concern of a sizeable minority..." "An important minority! A minority that is larger than your minority!" Bart went quiet for a moment, disappointed. "<span class="mu-i">I</span> am a Stater because I dislike Huntington and his policies. My <span class="mu-i">brother</span> is a Stater because he believes that his new companion should not be legislated against. They are two different types of concerns, both of which fall under the purview of this here 'Stater' movement. Think of it as both a rebellion against Huntington as governor and a rebellion against the prohibition of demons. Even if Bruce is mostly here to defend his pet, and takes that very seriously." Missy took offense to that, sniffling and turning her nose up at the skinny man. Bruce was similarly aghast. "I don't like Huntington either!" Bart kept walking, prompting Andrew to follow the rest of you down a corridor at the back of the saloon. "Nobody here does. It's the main thing keeping us together. He's corrupt filth who bribed our government into working for him and his railroad, and now he's trying to claim the entire state as his own property!" The man spun on his heel, his expression one of bafflement, continuing to ramble for quite some time. Bruce would sometimes interject to back up a point you couldn't quite grasp, both of them only stopping once they arrived at the end of the corridor and knocked on a rather shoddy door in a very specific way.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:g5NMt5Zu Sat 01 Feb 2025 04:53:49 No. 6187197 Report A gravelly voice seeped through the door's cracks. "And what business do you have with me?" Bart chimed in, his tone more upbeat than you'd ever heard it. "We have with us a certain Walter and company!" A few footsteps later, the door opened up to reveal a man taller, stronger, and most definitely older than you. He was dressed in the kind of fine garments that you'd only seen at Igel's, yet you couldn't recall seeing anyone like him that evening. His face wore the scars of hundreds of battles upon it, and the man's scowl was soon replaced with genuine surprise. "Well, I'll be. Come in." ----- Just over a month and a half ago, you were sat someplace not too dissimilar to this. Facing a rich man in a chair, mostly alone, and being interrogated. "Do you have what it takes, kid? Have you got the gusto to go out west for me?" He'd said, and waved a few hundred dollars in your face. And you'd just sat there, mesmerized, nodding along like an articulate spastic having a seizure. Yes, you'd leave your life behind to take a train all the way to California. Yes, you'd leave your family short of a pair of hands right before harvest season to go chase that dream of yours. Yes, you'd get it all done before the end of the year. For ten thousand dollars... you almost felt like you were earning a fortune for nothing. This room was far shabbier than that other room had been. This decrepit shack of an office was littered with various papers atop various shelves, completely underground and devoid of light save for a single gas lantern on the desk you now sat in front of. Books framed the old man across from you, his calculating glower making the shadows upon his face so pronounced that it was hard to see his smaller features, his voice both tired and intimidating. "Buchanan, am I correct?" He knew your last name. You nodded along, slowly, a cold sweat suddenly forming along the back of your neck. You glanced at Andrew a foot or two away from you-- he was stone-faced, examining the man like a discerning statue. He held his chick between his hands, forcing it to stay still, not even paying it a glance as it kept trying to tug free. Your attention returned to the man across from you with a snap-- the man's own. "Please keep your eyes on me while we're talkin'." He cleared his throat and settled back into his chair, which you'd only just realized he was previously abandoning in favor of leaning over this desk. "I'm not sure if you know me, but you should now. My name's Aaron Muyr, pronounced mayor," he chuckled something underneath his breath, "if you ever need to say it. Now that we have our introductions sorted... I have business to discuss with you, Mr. Buchanan." His sight shifted to the soldier and his brother, both of whom slowly closed the door they'd been watching from. "You are somewhat well-known amongst a certain part of my group. More well-known than most Wielders I know of. Your sheep-- Mary, was it?"
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:g5NMt5Zu Sat 01 Feb 2025 04:55:12 No. 6187198 Report You were going to answer, but Mary bleated the answer for you and managed to make the man smile. "Hah, she knows her name. That's very sweet. Well, anyways... she's apparently inspired a few of these folks to join my cause. They have directly cited your friendship with her as their main reason for caring about our current political turmoil. And I <span class="mu-i">must</span> thank you for that, truly." The man clasped your hands in his own before you could react. His smile hadn't left him, and the man's tone lightened up a little-- a reaction that you found rather shocking, given that he had just told you that you were well-known enough to have your <span class="mu-i">sheep's name</span> be public knowledge. Or, well, known by more people than those you'd met. The man cackled. "Oh, don't look so pale, young man! Do you really think you could go entirely unmentioned by the people of Redding? Or Shenanigan's Gulch? It would border on dishonor to ignore the man who helped save so many peoples' lives! And to become such an inspiration to even a small group of people... you should feel blessed. Not many people get such an opportunity. I'd like to help you take advantage of that opportunity tonight, if you'll let me. I have with me a sizeable group of people who would listen to what you say with rapt obedience; who might be convinced to settle down and discuss things deeply enough to formulate a plan... if only the right person were to inspire them." Mr. Muyr stopped to take a deep breath. "To that end, I would appreciate if you agreed to give a brief speech approving of my cause to my audience before I declare tonight's agenda." "No matter what your answer is, I am more than welcome to let you sit in on our meetings and help our movement organize. Had my Staters allowed themselves to be run by my council rather than my counsel, I would have given you a spot among leadership instantaneously. It would have been the least I could have done to repay all the good you have done this wonderful state of ours." He almost sounded wistful as he spoke... "But, instead, all I can do is offer you a permanent welcome to any Stater gathering you wish to attend. Do with that what you will.">Agree to give the speech. Any pro-neofauna movement is a friend of yours, and you've got time to kill. [Write-in what you want Walter to say in the speech.] >Ask about Muyr first. You know what a Stater is now, you think, and you're relatively certain of why you're well-known... but you're not sure you can trust this man without any information on his background, and you definitely want to know more about him before doing him a favor. >Politely decline the offer to give a speech, but sit in on the Stater meeting regardless. >Write-in.
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>>6187197 >. My name's Aaron Muyr, pronounced mayor," he chuckled something underneath his breath, "if you ever need to say it. Wait, how did he say "Muyr" the first time, if he needed to clarify? "Meer"? "Mweur?"
>>6187198 >Agree to give the speech. Any pro-neofauna movement is a friend of yours, and you've got time to kill. We need to get people to stop calling them demons. This is a Christian nation of ours, and even heathens
or apparent secular-skeptic types like Walter may be know better than to cavort with something. And some of these new beings DO seem demonic, like that stump-monster
Phantump , but we need to get people like Ma to stop associating ghostly tree-babies and hellhounds and whatnot with weird fish or zappy-sheep and big bugs, whoa re all mostly harmless and much less overtly occult. Popularize the term neofauna, and encourage the notion of neoPETS, not demon-friends or any other spooky term. Get people thinking scientifically and economically about them as a resource. Once people get sued to interacting peaceably with them people and neofauna will naturally become friends.
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>>6187198 >Ask about Muyr first. You know what a Stater is now, you think, and you're relatively certain of why you're well-known... but you're not sure you can trust this man without any information on his background, and you definitely want to know more about him before doing him a favor. Is his cause just making society more accepting of the neofauna? What is his plan?
We should try and be a bit opportunistic here - if we agree to help and he becomes a mayor or some other position of power, maybe he can help us get things in order in new york and keep our family out of trouble
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poképocalypseqm is barely awake and in bed ID:g5NMt5Zu Sat 01 Feb 2025 06:06:57 No. 6187245 Report Quoted By:
>>6187239 >Wait, how did he say "Muyr" the first time, if he needed to clarify? "Meer"? "Mweur?" The answer is
I forgot to put hyphens between each letter because I’m tired lol. Pretend he spelled it out. Anonymous
>>6187243 +1
Walter isn't from here and that can be an asset
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>>6187195 >>6187196 >>6187197 >>6187198 >Ask about Muyr first. You know what a Stater is now, you think, and you're relatively certain of why you're well-known... but you're not sure you can trust this man without any information on his background, and you definitely want to know more about him before doing him a favour. I don't trust this shady union-boss type of guy. I really don't like him getting his lackeys to shove us into his smoky backroom, and I definitely don't want us to become a pawn in some powerplay which could result in a Sacramento uprising. We have business out East which takes priority.
We might make a little speech about how we met Mary and how nutberries work, but I don't think it's optimal to partake in rebellious or revolutionary activities. Let the firebrands burn themselves out. QM, take this as a sort of write-in for what we are going to say if we do end up speeching.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:g5NMt5Zu Sun 02 Feb 2025 03:39:22 No. 6187813 Report Quoted By:
>>6187243 >>6187422 >>6187480 Oh hey, I can quote people without the site throwing a shit-fit. Nice.
We'll be asking Muyr to tell us a bit more about himself.
Since the thread is now on page 10, I'll only post <span class="mu-s">two more updates</span> before putting thread 4 up. I'm not sure if thread 4 will go up instantaneously or be put off for a week (there's something important I have to prep for and I need to determine whether it'd require postponing the quest to focus on) but I'll tell you all what ends up happening after this thread's final post.
Writing now, this is probably going to be a short one.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:g5NMt5Zu Sun 02 Feb 2025 04:31:42 No. 6187832 Report You weren't certain you trusted Mr. Muyr. Sure, he was able to explain how he knew about you reasonably enough. His appreciation of your efforts up north made you feel better than you'd expected. But you couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that he gave you. The fact that his office was so dark, with the only light highlighting every unpleasant part of his face-- the deep wrinkles, the wayward scars, the balding head-- none of it prompted you to trust the man at face value, no matter how genuine his gratitude seemed to be. So, you figured it wouldn't hurt to ask. "Can you... elaborate a bit first, Mr. Muyr?" He seemed surprised. "Elaborate?" You avoided eye contact. "'bout all this. About you. What exactly d'you... want me t' do, besides the speech?" The man paused. He drummed his calloused fingertips on the desk for a moment before laying back in his swivel chair and putting a hand to his chin. "Well, I told you what I want you to do for me. Give a speech, glue the guys out there together as best you can. Be a sort of morale booster." He refocused his attention on you. "But you're right-- I was a bit unfair in the introductions, wasn't I? Talked a lot about you and barely about myself. I guess I forgot that you weren't from around here, for which I'll apologize. Sacramento knows me well as their old mayor." He paused. "And I don't mean just by last name. I served as their thirteenth from '66 to '72, and did my duty proudly. I needed something to do once the war was over, after all, 'n politics seemed like a good enough replacement." The man laid back and chuckled, his hands on his stomach. His eyes wandered elsewhere. "Then that braindead bastard, Huntington, tried to bribe me into being his stupid puppet. Thought he could use my old reputation as a general to keep me looking honest. I turned that bastard down and he forced me out of there for some dumb shill of his." Muyr's expression soured. "I lived with that for a bit, and was fine with a quiet life. Then the world had to go topsy-turvy, and Huntington had to take advantage." The man leaned forward on the desk, his stare deadly serious. "I know how that dirtbag thinks, and I know that he doesn't belong anywhere near the title of State Governor. I've seen how his takeover has hurt this city, and I can't let him do that to the rest of this state. I cannot stand for a California littered with bums and burned towns." His eyes drifted to Mary, now sitting patiently by your side. "The best way to prevent that kind of carnage lies in those demons you've got there with you. The power they hold is <span class="mu-i">unimaginable</span>. They turned this city from a thriving port town to a near-wreckage in a matter of weeks. They're like friendly bundles of dynamite. Cannons that you can convince to destroy your enemies." Andrew, who'd been quiet up until now, shuffled behind you. He seemed to be listening more than he was judging, now.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:g5NMt5Zu Sun 02 Feb 2025 04:32:43 No. 6187833 Report Muyr continued. "So, of course, Huntington's trying to make sure nobody can lay their fingers on these critters. He's going about fearmongering about how not one of these demons can be trusted, and how trying would just lead you to an early death. I can't help but find that downright suspicious, can't you?" You kept silent, only giving a slight nod to the intimidating man. He took that as affirmation and continued. "You're living proof of the opposite, after all. You have enough demons by your side to shield you from whatever may come your way. You could easily pose a threat to someone without a demon. If Huntington tried, personally, to punch you in the face, you could likely sic that sheep on him and have him immobilized in seconds. So, why do you think a man like Huntington would want normal citizens not to have that kind of power?" Muyr took a deep breath and pulled back a little. "I believe more men should take after you, Walter. As many men as possible should have their own personal armies of demons, if that's what it takes. I believe Huntington is trying to enact tyranny on my beloved state, and I believe you are key to helping fight back against that. To helping fight for the right to defend oneself from tyranny. To help fight against his corrupt machine, and to help bring California back to her old glory. It remains your choice to help me with such matters. I won't force you into anything, Walter. I respect you too much to do that to you. But I want you to consider these words, and consider them carefully." You looked back at Andrew. He seemed to be in another world, thinking things you couldn't fathom from his expression. His chick had fallen asleep in his hands. You returned your gaze to Mr. Muyr. He was clearly a passionate man, and a decent orator. It was no surprise that he served... but at the same time, you still weren't sure about all this. You couldn't help but blurt out the prevailing thought: "What for?" Muyr blinked. You clarified. "Ah jus'... I've got business, back out east. I've got a mission I'm on an'... well, my senpai'ly's in New York..."
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:g5NMt5Zu Sun 02 Feb 2025 04:33:44 No. 6187835 Report The man's face took on a grave expression. He turned paler than the papers surrounding him. It seemed like quite the overreaction to the quarantine... had you missed something? When Muyr spoke again, his voice was unnerving. Solemn. "My condolences." It took him a minute or two to muster a continuation. "If you help me keep this army together, I'll see what I can do for you. Transport, supplies, security... anything that helps you, that I can find, I'll try to arrange for you. Anything." >Agree to give the speech. You appreciate that Muyr was willing to elaborate, and he doesn't seem too ill-intentioned. Just passionate. >See if you can try to convince Muyr to let you help the Staters without giving a speech. You would really like a form of transport outside of a donkey's back, or some extra supplies, or a few guards... but you don't want to give a speech today. >Thank him for the offer, but turn him down. You'd prefer to just have dinner at the saloon and go to bed. >Write-in.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:g5NMt5Zu Sun 02 Feb 2025 04:41:22 No. 6187844 Report Quoted By:
>senpai'ly god damn it, not again. Yay for 4chan word filters. He's trying to say "family", if it's not clear enough.
<span class="mu-s">I've archived the thread ahead of time, just in case!</span> You can find it under the usual Poképocalypse tag (linked in the OP) or at this url:
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6156984/ .
Next post should be tomorrow, then it's on to thread 4 within the month!
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>>6187835 >Agree to give the speech. You appreciate that Muyr was willing to elaborate, and he doesn't seem too ill-intentioned. Just passionate. But give a speech like I said
>>6187239 , and emphasize the bond between human and Po... Rather, neofauna... And how they are NOT just weapons or tools, but surprisingly intelligent animals. Pokemon lore is LITTERED with examples of why using Pokemon as weapons in massive wars ends poorly and should not be done, and you don't need meta-knowledge to see how it could be so.
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>>6187856 >>6187835 +1
About the neofauna part, mention the term explicitly, people using a more neutral name than demons or monsters might help with perception. Also, mention the reason we came here, identifying fauna. Those "qualifications" could make our argument more believable.
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>>6187832 >>6187833 >>6187835 >Agree to give the speech. You appreciate that Muyr was willing to elaborate, and he doesn't seem too ill-intentioned. Just passionate. Make sure to make zero remarks that could inspire revolution. We can't afford to be arrested by the Californian militia.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:g5NMt5Zu Mon 03 Feb 2025 01:06:53 No. 6188358 Report Quoted By:
Nearly forgot to post that I was writing again. I remember to do so and come back to see another reply. Rewriting things to fit haha. New thread tomorrow, probably? Maybe the day after? Again, definitely within the week. I don't think it's worth delaying in favor of the other thing, but I'm not going to hold myself to a date this time just in case.
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>>6187833 >sempai'ly's I keked
>>6187856 +1 here. The average Pokémon's intelligence ranges from a very intelligent dog to straight up just a person. A great many of them are able to understand vocabulary not only between themselves, but between them and their trainer, that's nothing to mention the psychic types. The Zora's understood their own sign language and learned English better than most grown ass kids. An emphasis needs to be put on how these "Neofauna" aren't just tools, but partners, who need to be treated as such. Get to KNOW your lil friends and they'll fight with you the same as any human person would.
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As an aside QM, I am LOVING the direction you took with this quest, the impact Walter had in the world around him feels REAL and makes the setting feel just as tangible as our own. Keep up the great work!
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Hope someone also takes after you the way you took after the other dude and posts a contemporary 80s/90s pokepokalypse, if only cause the idea of a ruined cityscape taken over by magical creatures scratches a Miyazaki-themed itch in my brain.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:g5NMt5Zu Mon 03 Feb 2025 05:36:25 No. 6188518 Report "...alright, ah'll do it." You extended a hand to Mr. Muyr, who didn't hesitate to shake it back. "Thank you." His tone didn't lighten much. Instead, the man checked what you presumed to be a clock. (You couldn't tell for sure with how messy his desk was.) "The meeting's supposed to start in ten minutes. I know you won't be able to prepare anything pre-written by then. That's fine. I want you to speak from the heart, Walter. Say whatever comes to mind. So long as it's not some strange rant against my guys, I'm sure they'll appreciate it." The man let your hand slip out of his and leaned back in his chair. "I'll leave you to it, alright? I'll know when you've wrapped up and come out to declare the agenda once you're off-stage." You gave Muyr a nod and rose from your own seat, prompting Mary to follow you and keeping the other two under close supervision. Andrew was going to follow you, but you heard him get called back to speak with Muyr. You wanted to ask why... but Andrew mentioned that he wanted a word with Muyr and just told you to leave. Under the time limit, it was hard not to do what you were told. -----
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:g5NMt5Zu Mon 03 Feb 2025 05:37:26 No. 6188519 Report As soon as you left Muyr's office, the cacophony of the saloon hit you like a brick. Noise overwhelmed any part of your thoughts for a solid minute-- you felt lucky that the brothers from before seemed absent, because you had a feeling they would've just added to the sheer amount of chatter making it impossible to formulate the basics of a speech. It was lucky, then, that once you took your spot atop the saloon's wide stage you were able to block out the noise. You focused your attention not on the rowdy neofauna, not on the various men brawling with each other, not on the quieter folk in the back who were keeping to themselves and doing less loud things like knitting or reading. You focused instead on yourself-- on what you were going to say, on how you were going to present yourself. Even as everyone turned to look at the strange new man and the sheep that had clambered up beside him, you were running things through your head. 'Hello! You all might know me as--' no, too presumptuous. 'Howdy, I'd like to take today...' ...what were you, selling snake oil? Eventually, all eyes focused on you. The clock on the wall directly opposite you struck the seventh hour and sang a little tune. In the end, you just took a deep breath... and began to speak from the heart. "...greetings, patrons of this fine saloon!" Your tone was shaky. You took another breath and gave the crowd a toned-down wave. You were met with silence, at first. You felt your heart skip a beat, but forced it still. You spotted Andrew leaning against the wall next to the hallway you'd walked down-- he gave you a nod, and you directed your attention back on the crowd. "I don' believe most've you have met me. I know ah haven't met you. But I've been told, by a man you seem t' like quite nicely, that you know what I've done." Another deep breath. "Of what happened in Redding, or occurred 'n Shenanigan's Gulch." Glimmers of recognition seemed to crop up around the silent crowd. Some patrons turned to each other or began whispering amongst themselves. "An' ah know there are yet more of you that don't know any of that. That only know my name. So, ah feel it's fair t' introduce myself t' you all." One final inhale. "My name is Walter Roy Buchanan, and it's an honor t' be talkin' here today." Silence descended upon the crowd.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:g5NMt5Zu Mon 03 Feb 2025 05:38:27 No. 6188520 Report Then... it roared back to life. People shouted recognition. Took off their caps. An insignificant portion of the group had big dumb smiles plastered on their face-- another morsel were looking on in awe. You couldn't hear a word over all the noise-- but you felt you had enough attention to change that now. "Please, please! Settle down... I've come here t'day to jus'... talk, t' all of you. About these creatures, an' the value they bring t' my life." You shifted your glance to Mary, letting her look back up at you. Her beady black eyes crowned a docile smile that you had grown to know very well. As you held out an arm above her head, about to speak more on the matter, Taylor ran down your arm and onto Mary's back. He burrowed into your sheepy friend's wool and stayed there, with only his collar peeking out of her woolly mass. "If... if it's not already certain t' you all, I'd like t' state a very simple belief of mine. I don' believe these creatures are anythin' demon-like-- anythin' evil or anythin' t' be feared." The crowd was already beginning to make more noise, but you pleaded for them to be quieter. It was easy to see how even an army general would have some issues keeping them a cohesive unit. "A-an' ah know some of you don't really believe in me, or my opinions. I know some of you are jus' here t' fight Huntington, and I won't tell you off for that. I find it a very admirable thing, t' try 'n fight tyranny. All I ask is that, while you're out there fighting for the right thing, you consider reachin' out t' these strange new creatures. That you consider findin' allies in strange new places." Another deep breath... "When ah was up north, in Shenanigan's Gulch, I was on a mission. I was sent here, to this state, t' catalogue a hundred different types of fauna that live here. A hundred <span class="mu-i">new</span> specimens of anima, never before seen by man. Ah was t' do nothin' more, nothin' less, an' I never planned on leavin' the Gulch. I thought it would have been a good place for me to stay while I catalogued all the untapped wilderness around it." You turned your attention back to your sheep.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:g5NMt5Zu Mon 03 Feb 2025 05:39:44 No. 6188521 Report "But then ah met Mary. By total chance, while I was tryin' t' save myself from a strange army of rhinos, impervious to bullets... she wandered into the picture." Mary pattered around in a circle before laying down next to you, her sights set upon the crowd. "All I did was feed her a single berry I had... an' she had the kindness in her heart t' chase off those rhinos for me. T' save me from a small army of roaming beasts made of nothing but metal and hunger. Thanks to her, we were able t' save the people of Shenanigan's Gulch from being ripped to shreds by giant metal birds. Thanks t' her, I've gotten to travel from Shenanigan's Gulch to Sacramento without even losin' a limb." You had expected more noise by now... but the quiet attention the crowd was giving you helped assuage any anxieties that had been plaguing you previously. "As long as I showed her a little bit of kindness, she was willing t' stay by my side." You looked upon the crowd once more, noticing that the more energetic neofauna seemed to be settling down near their human friends. "That's a lesson I don't think I need t' teach most of you," you chuckled, "more... a reminder. These aren't any demons, they're not any kind of weapon. These creatures are more than just tools of self-defense," you saw Mr. Muyr now heading down the hallway, giving Andrew a brief wave, looking at you, "more than just weapons t' fight with. These are a new order of animal. A new form of God's creation, with just as much intelligence as man and far, far more power. They are an entirely new form of fauna." You let silence hang in the air for a moment, trying to find the words you wanted to put your disparate thoughts into. You shot another glance at Mr. Muyr-- he seemed to be giving you a strange look-- and continued. "Mary here knows her name. She knows how t' shock something at my command. She has a basic understandin' of certain ideas." You stepped aside and made a gesture which Mary immediately understood-- she trundled over to you without a second thought. You walked to where she'd been bundled up and made the same gesture again-- once more, she followed. "She can go where ah want her to, when ah want her to. If I do somethin' she doesn't see sense in," you pointed to the crowd and told her to shock them, only for her to look back at you and tilt her head, "she can question it. These <span class="mu-i">neofauna</span> are as sentient as you or I. As kind an' thoughtful as any woman or child. An' Huntington wants t' take these beings away from us."
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:g5NMt5Zu Mon 03 Feb 2025 05:40:45 No. 6188522 Report The crowd roared once again. Hats flew, people shouted-- you calmed the saloon with a snap and a shout. "If there's one thing that should keep you t'gether, let it be this. Let it be how Huntington thinks of these neofauna. How he treats the slightest anom'ly." You took center stage once again. "Huntington sees animals as smart as a human and as strong as 'n eagle... an' he thinks that us common folk shouldn't have any of it. He thinks, even, that humanity as a whole should <span class="mu-i">fight</span> these wondrous creatures and run them out of our settlements." You saw a few people's expressions sour. "He realizes that normal people, showing normal kindness t' very strange creatures, can do amazin' things together. He realizes that, if a town is in danger, it won't be the government that people turn to for help-- it'll be their friends 'n neofauna. People they trust and understand, instead of people he can control. And that's a very dangerous thing." Your throat was beginning to get hoarse. Mr. Muyr was already starting towards the stage. You needed to wrap things up. "I applaud all of you, men, for standing up t' tyranny. For fightin' for what's right. For recognizin' the danger of this kind of thinkin' and arming yourselves against it. No matter what you think of one another... let it be known," you raised your voice, "that we are all here today to fight for our right t' freedom. Our right t' befriend whichever fauna, neo or not, we wanna. Our right t' defend ourselves from those who wish t' stop you from doin' somethin' so simple as offerin' kindness to someone we've met, human or not! Let us fight t' keep our bonds with these creatures alive! Let us fight for the right t' befriend new partners, new allies, new senpai'ly in a new world! Let us fight for freedom, and let us fight for kindness!" You exclaimed, exhausted, with a fist in the air. As soon as you realized your gesture, you let your fingers slip away and unfurl. You finished your speech with an open palm in the air... ...to a standing ovation from the crowd.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:g5NMt5Zu Mon 03 Feb 2025 05:41:45 No. 6188524 Report You were out of breath. You almost felt dizzy. A wave of wonder washed over you, both at how you'd managed to give a speech that long and how it had been received well, and the saloon's usual swamp of sound followed. As Mr. Muyr ascended the stage to shake your hand and prompt you to take a seat, your eyes blurred and your head spun. Andrew directed you and Mary to an open pair of seats at a table with two other men, both rather alone and unremarkable, one bespectacled and another bald. Both lavished praise upon you that you could not register. You thanked them for their time and opinions, shaking their hands, letting your elbows slip onto the table, as you turned your aching neck back towards the stage in front of you to hear what Mr. Muyr had to say. ----- You and Andrew ate your dinner with nothing but small talk between you. The two men had no relation to one another, nor any neofauna they could have tamed, yet they both bombarded you with questions. The man in the spectacles seemed especially enthusiastic, expressing admiration for your oration and mentioning how happy he was to meet Mary in person, often holding himself back from interrupting as you answered minor questions about your previous skirmishes or what kind of 'monsters' you'd seen. The bald man was far calmer, thinking more deeply about his questions and talking more rarely. He seemed completely detached from the creatures-- and admitted as much, claming that your speech was the only thing that had made him start thinking of them as more than just a necessary evil or a concerning nuisance. The only thing, he said, save for a certain rumor.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:g5NMt5Zu Mon 03 Feb 2025 05:42:51 No. 6188525 Report "Don't take no man's word for it. All I hear is that it's tabloid talk, complete bologna. But the crazier folk here," he looked to the bespectacled man, "seem t' take it as some kind'a gospel. They speak of a monster what possessed Jotham Bixby, down south. 'N they insist that they've seen such craziness 'round here. Strange two-legged things disappearin' in broad daylight, floatin' 'round like flies..." the bald man coughed. "...I don't believe in none o' that. I don't trust these kinds'a tales. But they made me think, ah'll admit. Made me think these creatures aren't annoyin' so much as they are dang'rous." Andrew bit into a stalk of celery and spoke up. "Could always be both," he chuckled. The chick that sat next to his plate seemed to take offense to that, pecking at his palm and chirping something shrill. Part of you thanked the Lord that it hadn't decided to spit out a flame or two for that. Then, Mr. Muyr approached. "Walter!" He roared, grabbing your arm and pulling you out of your seat. "Walter, my friend! Your speech was excellent!" Both his hands were on your shoulders now. It was lucky, then, that Taylor remained burrowed in Mary's wool. "If I could speak like that, just because I felt like doing so... why, I'd have been able to patch this whole debacle up all on my own by now." Mr. Muyr took a brief look around the saloon. "And look what you've done! At least for one night, you've rallied so many people to your cause!" He grinned and stepped away. "That kind of skill is invaluable. You must know that." He let his hands return to his pockets. "I'd really like you to consider doing more than just that speech, if you can. I'll get you all the things you requested as soon as I can get them, no matter what... but I'd be honored to have someone like you on my side." The old man then left you at your table, grinning from ear to ear, waving you goodbye and letting you finish your dinner in relative peace. -----
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:g5NMt5Zu Mon 03 Feb 2025 05:44:01 No. 6188526 Report The rest of the evening was comparatively unimpressive. A large amount of Mr. Muyr's agenda for the day revolved around budget and fortification, soliciting donations from the wealthier members of the organization and agreeing with the Staters on how it should be spent. There was talk of your speech-- why you'd referred to the 'demons' as neofauna, whether they should start doing that too, how that factored into newer armaments-- and plenty of more energetic men brought up your talking points and pushed for them to be heavily considered. And they were, for a brief time, but most of the discussion was postponed until 'next week'. Next week, the eager ones had been told, there would be great importance placed on the matter of neofauna (or, 'demons'). You and Andrew enjoyed the night as best you could, with Andrew showing off what Buckwheat could do while you ran around the saloon asking for more information on that strange rumor you'd heard about... and, once the night sky was too dark for stars, the two of you stumbled into Steele's hotel as a contented pair. The elderly statesman was asleep, of course, and didn't come out to welcome you. But one of the staff had recognized you from the night prior, and informed Andrew that he had a room waiting for him. "I don't want t' be here," he'd insisted, "it's too clean." But both you and he knew that it was far too late for him to be finding someplace else to sleep. And so, Andrew handed off his neofauna to the lady just as you had the night prior, being told to tell Steele to 'pay up' once he was awake, and stumbled off to bed in a room on the floor beneath yours. You, meanwhile, returned to your suite... and immediately fell into a deep sleep. <><><><><>>Saturday, August 16th, 1884 It took all your willpower to wake up. Your sheets were too soft. Too tantalizingly plush. You wanted to just stay underneath the blankets forever, sinking into the luxurious mattress forevermore... ...but duty called, and you forced yourself to get out of bed anyways. It was a somber thing, keeping yourself awake after such a good night's sleep. You wanted to desperately to return to dreamland! But you couldn't let yourself fall prey to such vices... so you decided to read the one thing you knew would ground you in reality: the newspaper. You leaned over the side of your bed and swung open your haversack, yanking out the paper you'd put in it just the other day, leaning over the side of the bed to read. As soon as you saw the headline, though, you realized you'd made a mistake. <span class="mu-s">STRANGE OCCURRENCE at NEW YORK CITY EARTH-QUAKE</span>
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:g5NMt5Zu Mon 03 Feb 2025 05:45:02 No. 6188527 Report The headline felt like a cold bucket of water to the face. You re-read it-- oh, thank God, it had said New York City. You continued reading. <span class="mu-i">A strange occurrence has graced our glorious ally of New York City today, after a powerful earth-quake in the Queens area struck down so many buildings...</span> You read on. <span class="mu-i">...above the rubble, a glow-- then, a great eagle...</span> Further. <span class="mu-i">...uncertain of what this could mean...</span> Further... <span class="mu-i">...president Arthur urges nation to abandon quarantine, free New York City...</span> You fell backwards, back onto your mattress, and stared up at the ceiling. Your home state just couldn't get a break... ----- No matter, you'd told yourself. You were here, in California, now, eating breakfast at an obscure picnic table with your friends. You had Taylor by your side. Mary. Florian. Humans, too-- Andrew, Steele. They sat across from you, enjoying their buttered pancakes and french toasts, making small talk and exchanging anecdotes on how their days had gone. Steele had gone on that steamer, alright, and Andrew made sure to clarify who'd won your battle repeatedly... ...Mary seemed to be twitching. You weren't sure why. It seemed like a minor issue. A few twitches here or there from time to time, then nothing. You leaned to your side and scratched her behind the ear, and they were gone. She smiled at you and rubbed her forehead into your palm, and that was enough to at least temper your concern for the time being. Besides, there was a whole day ahead of you... what were you going to do with it?>Train your neofauna alone, on the outskirts. You really want to make sure they're in tip-top shape, even with Andrew around... just in case he ever vanishes again. >Train your neofauna with Andrew, and teach Andrew some more. He seemed genuinely interested in your studies and techniques. >Spend the day with Steele! You could use some distraction, and really want to make up for disappearing on him yesterday. He mentioned something about going to see a show... >Take the day off and just try to relax, for God's sake. Keep to yourself and your neofauna. Breathe. There is nothing important that you can do anything about right now... so let yourself have a break. >Try to pursue that rumor you'd caught wind of last night. Gather your clues together and try to figure out what on earth it could be leading to... if anything at all. >Write-in.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:g5NMt5Zu Mon 03 Feb 2025 05:49:46 No. 6188528 Report Alright, ladies and gentlemen, that's a wrap on thread 3!
<span class="mu-s">Thread 4 will be posted within the week!</span> No guarantees of a date, but expect it before the weekend.
<span class="mu-s">I've archived the thread already: you can find it here.
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Pok%C3%A9pocalypse%20Revival</span> ;
Keep your eyes on the lookout for the next thread-- i'll see you there when it's up!
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>>6188425 Ah man, that's some intense flattery for a thread so late into its lifespan haha. I appreciate it a lot, thank you. I do try, and I'm glad you're enjoying things so far. :)
>>6188431 Honestly, same. No matter how perfect a year 1884 ended up being for something like this, I'd still love to see the original (more modern) setting revisited someday. If anyone else wants to QM a contemporary Poképocalypse, you will have my full endorsement and I will vote in your threads so often that it will become obnoxious. That is a threat, and I intend to follow through on it if anyone lets me.
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>>6188527 >Train your neofauna with Andrew, and teach Andrew some more. He seemed genuinely interested in your studies and techniques. In fact, get Steele and Indiana in on this too!
The twitching means Mary will evolve soon? Or too early? Anonymous
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>>6188527 >>6188727 +1
>>6188528 Thank you for running, QM!
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>>6188518 >>6188519 >>6188520 >>6188521 >>6188522 >>6188524 >>6188525 >>6188526 >>6188527 Another mega-post. Stay sane, QM.
>Try to pursue that rumor you'd caught wind of last night. Gather your clues together and try to figure out what on earth it could be leading to... if anything at all. Thanks for running QM, see you in the next thread!
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>>6188527 >>6188727 +1 for training with both Andrew and Steele.
Anybody have ideas on what the "great eagle" is in new york? If it caused the earthquake, the only ground/flying pokemon I can think of is Landorus, but he's not exactly bird-like. Anonymous
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>>6188527 >Spend the day with Steele! You could use some distraction, and really want to make up for disappearing on him yesterday. He mentioned something about going to see a show... >>6188858 God bless AMERICA
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>>6188527 >Train your neofauna with Andrew, and teach Andrew some more. He seemed genuinely interested in your studies and techniques It wouldn't be a poke quest without train-tism. Gotta train 24/7 365. While we're at it people, what do we think happened? Legendary? Or just an evolution? I don't think many bird Pokémon can learn earthquake, Unless of course, whatever they were fighting happened to use Magnitude or something.
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>>6188527 >>6189050 If we end up training, we should at least invite Steele.
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>>6188853 >>6189050 >>6188727 You know what, on second thought, pic rel. Who says we can't get some early training in and then go see a show?
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>>6189173 btw, my id keeps changing.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:g5NMt5Zu Wed 05 Feb 2025 04:11:44 No. 6189857 Report >>6189370 Ah, a good question that I should have asked myself when writing those choices at 1am lol.
Honestly, it could happen. The main thing getting in the way'd probably be how tired the trio would be after training, since that is going to take up the vast majority of the day. I'll consider integrating it when I put up the next thread.
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>>6189857 Hey. Now that we've been far enough that we can't directly do anything about it, you mind telling us what was up with that Mightyena?
or do you have something else planned for it? PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG
PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:g5NMt5Zu Thu 06 Feb 2025 18:38:43 No. 6190894 Report >>6190873 Sure. I've hinted at it before in an old /qtg/, anyways.
Assuming you mean the Mightyena that was thieving from Walter at night way back near threads 1 and 2 (forgot which one it showed up in): that was a Zorua. Its Mightyena disguise had a secondary purpose in alerting the audience to the fact that evolved forms can be encountered now, since I wasn't sure that the first (real) Mightyena encounter got that across 100%, but it was mostly just the result of a lucky roll. You guys got <span class="mu-i">really</span> lucky with both the encounter roll and the Zorua's characteristic rolls-- it ended up being female, which is pretty rare for the species, so I harped on the encounter for a while in hopes that someone would pick up on what it really was and decide whether it was worth befriending. Nobody did. I ended up wasting like four posts in a row trying to get its true identity across, going so far as to describe sounds that only young foxes make, and not a soul caught on. It's part of why I claim this quest is cursed by the dice so often: usually the audience rolls badly, and the one time that the dice actually decided to bless the thread the audience was completely left in the dark lol. I've tried to be a little bit less subtle about things since then, to see if it'll help. It's part of why the final Zorua encounter at the beginning of this thread didn't harp on the disguise too much and just got straight into the action. Nothing planned for it in the future. It was just a wild fox that the thread got lucky with and never noticed. I hope that's the encounter you were talking about. I'll be happy to follow up if it isn't.
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>>6190894 >we missed out on a Zorua because we ignored the primary directive of mankind: to pet animals. Now I'm sad.
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>>6190894 Alas. Well, I'm glad Mary didn't curbstomp the fake one, anyway.
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PoképocalypseQM !!w58WRl7ypiG ID:g5NMt5Zu Sat 08 Feb 2025 15:51:39 No. 6191972 Report Quoted By:
<span class="mu-s">Thread #4 is up now!</span>
>>6191967 >>6191968 >>6191969 And so, this thread shall be left to fade into obscurity. See you all there!