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<span class="mu-i">In the year 1884, within a world much like our own, the country has fallen under threat from all manner of otherworldly creatures!</span>
Demons have begun laying waste to our great United States! They wield powers matched only by nature's own, combatting her natural fauna with their own unnatural forces! Control over fire, lightning, even one's own perception of reality... such creatures are not to be trifled with, and best avoided!
Yet, despite this common-sense advice, there exist people eager to ignore it! Walter Roy Buchanan, an aspiring naturalist from New York state, is one such person. He believes not in these demons' immense danger to human life, but in their utility to humanity! He sees them as more than mere threats-- instead, he considers these "neofauna" to be the key to humanity's future.
Walter carries with him four such creatures: a wounded sheep with the power to rend Heaven's lightning unto earth, dubbed "Mary"; a gentle silkworm five times the size of his earthly ilk, dubbed "Taylor"; an anxious young elemental with the power to paralyze his foes, dubbed "Florian"; a fiery young stallion with a mane made of flame, dubbed "Aster".
He is joined, too, by two human companions: a wealthy state-and-businessman known as Thomas J. Steele (with his own demon, dubbed Indiana), and Thomas' hired bodyguard: a man by the name of "Andrew," whose own interest in demons almost seems to match Walter's enthusiasm!
These three gentlemen belong to a group of rebels named the Staters, brought together by State Governor C. P. Huntington's atrocities and kept together by their intimidating leader: Aaron Muyr. They have recently suffered multiple consecutive losses: their headquarters were compromised, several of their members were killed in a raid on their base of operations, and the entire city's military presence has been strengthened in response to their activities... all within merely a few days! The Staters exist now as a motley band of young men and other disgruntled citizens, working to dethrone Huntington and save California state from his murderous hatred of neofauna, never meeting in the same place for longer than an evening so as to avoid further disaster. Walter has become an invaluable asset to the group, working to boost their morale and teach members about how best to befriend and utilize neofauna to their advantage while personally tutoring Muyr in the matter for payment.
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>>6311080 >As the two of you got up to leave, you realized you hadn't seen Indiana in some time. Huh... Did Steele get rid of him? Send him somewhere else on some kind of errand?
>Check the post office once more. It wasn't exactly a stellar sight, but you were waiting on a package or two... Anonymous
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>>6311053 Indeed a possibility, especially after the last message of the Abras.
>>6311080 >you realized you hadn't seen Indiana in some time. curious
>>6311081 >Go to church. It's a few days early, but... it wouldn't hurt to pray for Saturday, would it? Anonymous
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>>6311081 >Check the post office once more. It wasn't exactly a stellar sight, but you were waiting on a package or two... PoképocalypseQM !!fwDszUHyX/E
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2-1, we're checking the post office! Writing.
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PoképocalypseQM !!fwDszUHyX/E ID:wGFVDx4k Sun 28 Sep 2025 03:26:23 No. 6311874 Report The post office was most important. Sightseeing could be done later. When things were less... urgent. As you shuffled down Sacramento's crowded streets, all of the city's faults seemed to stick out to you like a pus-laden sore. The heat and smell of the citizens, the way you could hardly escape them, how all their chitter-chatter made it impossible to ignore them, the way all of this mixed in with the surroundings-- dirty, overloaded, filth-laden streets... By the time you'd managed to make your way to the post office, any regrets you'd had about leaving your party to rest in the hotel room had abandoned you. Furthermore given all the measures you had taken to protect them-- boarded windows, double-locked doors... Your heart weighed heavily upon you as you approached the post office's countertop, asking about the status of your postage while thinking about your family. "Nothin' yet," you were answered, "but ah can assure yew that'chyer mail's been sent out. For them bein' an-root t' the big apple, ah ain't heard've any troubles there yet..." A weight was lifted off your shoulders. No trouble with either one... You thanked the man at the counter. Just as you were about to leave, though, he stopped you. "Say-- yer from New York City, aintcha?" "State," you quietly corrected the man. You wondered, briefly, about his own family. Would his be among the people you were trying to help on Saturday? "No better, aye? Jus'... ah hope yer folks're some'a the lucky ones," the man grinned. Only then did his golden tooth and wily beard finally catch your notice. How it'd slipped past you before was a mystery, and not a pleasant one by any means. "Ye've been nicer than most'a the crowd t'day. Thank ya fer that. Now-- ah won't keep ya any longer..." With a nod and a wave, the two of you parted ways. -----
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PoképocalypseQM !!fwDszUHyX/E ID:wGFVDx4k Sun 28 Sep 2025 03:27:24 No. 6311876 Report You paid special attention to your surroundings as you continued back to the hotel. Every wayward stranger, every distant noise... everything seemed equally important, now that you'd been caught with your guard down so close to the finish line. Subsequently, more and more scarring began to become noticeable on the surrounding buildings. Upon a bookstore-- huge gashes in wood. Upon a market stall-- some sort of unidentifiable fluid, blending in with the maroon tarp it lay upon. As you progressed towards the cleaner parts of the city where your hotel lay, you began to realize just how stark the difference between Huntington's quarters and his citizens' likely were. The sidewalks became evermore visible, the people ever so slightly less disheveled... But there were always marks. Always scars of something there, that should not be. And as you returned to your hotel, the marks became more and more... uniform. A missing chunk of fence, broken and blackened. Grey particles blowing upon the wind, seemingly apropos of nothing. Minor, insignificant things. Small reasons to remain concerned as you entered the hotel with empty hands and left with companions by your side. Returning to the dirtier quarters, briefly, so as to make your way towards the outskirts... yielded results. While Aster pushed his way ahead without end, while Taylor busied himself with scouting ahead to your left... you couldn't help but stop to take a look at the church. The pure-white building, standing tall above Sacramento's rest, had remained almost untouched for most of your time here. Save for filth gathering near its sides or upon its steps, the largest church in Sacramento had remained an unblemished pillar of the city. Today, Sacramento's final pillar bore the same blackened marks that had come to tarnish the capitol not long ago. Its giant wooden doors were almost invisible beneath the crowd of people swarming it, behind the state militia trying to handle the throng. Orders were shouted, but not heard-- they were drowned in a mix of intrigue, horror, and prayer. "If anyone can hear--" "Please, He who art in Heaven--" "It's impossible--" Plea after prayer after ponderance was drowned in utter discord. Limb fell over limb as mouth overpowered mouth. Once blanks began being fired, you felt it your time to leave. There was training to do... and this, you told yourself, was merely a distraction. <><><><><>
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PoképocalypseQM !!fwDszUHyX/E ID:wGFVDx4k Sun 28 Sep 2025 03:28:24 No. 6311878 Report Mary's training was the main thing keeping you going. She had begun to stand again. Walking was still somewhat distant, you feared-- she couldn't go more than a few steps without falling, even after hours of training... but, you noticed, that seemed solely to be the fault of her injured leg. The rest of her was more than healthy enough to return to its old ways. The thought nagged at you-- would it ever heal, at this rate? If you simply replaced the infected leg with a stick or some other prosthetic, would she be well enough to fight on Saturday? ...you discarded the thought, mildly disgusted. Her health was far more important than a single skirmish. Besides, if she could stand up, like she was doing now... that would be enough! She could loose lightning bolts from a distance, fighting from afar instead of up close. You knew she wouldn't like it-- and yet, the fact that she had the opportunity to fight at all brought a smile to your face. "Just you wait, Mary," you told her. You held her chin in your hands, matching her placid smile with one of your own. "Ah'll make a runner out've you yet." And, as Mary gave you a happy bahh back, you just had a feeling... that everything, even her leg, was going to be okay. ----- Such emotion, of course, was still restricted to the realm of wishful thinking. You had to do your own part, too, if you wanted to get out of this unscathed-- and, as your party trained amongst themselves in the background, you committed yourself to honing your skills in the foreground. A punch there, a kick here-- it wasn't the best. You were hardly trained for this kind of martial combat, and very unfamiliar with the art. But the last thing you needed to be was unprepared, and such physical skills would aid you well if the worst came to pass. In this September heat, however, you were beginning to give much more quickly than you anticipated. The sweat that would merely trickle upon your brow was beginning to flood it, and the heat was only straining you further...>Persist! You need to get used to being under pressure like this. So long as you persevere, you're certain you'll be able to take on anything come Saturday. >Change course! Take a break from training yourself and focus on training a teammate. [Write-in which one. Any team member is valid!] >Fall back! Just take a rest. It's too hot to continue right now. Go have lunch, refresh yourself... take your mind off of things. >Write-in.
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>>6311874 >>6311876 >>6311878 >A bullet is stronger than the fist: check up on your own armament and meet up with Andrew to practice your gunnery. We can't develop sufficient martial arts skill from almost nothing in 2 days; we can however become a slightly better shot. Do we still have our gun? If so, do we have enough ammo to use it extensively? Of what make and model is our firearm anyway?
I think it's worth it to get either another piece (preferably a double- or triple-action revolver) or more ammunition for the coming days. We will need it.
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>>6312003 +1
>A missing chunk of fence, broken and blackened. Grey particles blowing upon the wind, seemingly apropos of nothing >Today, Sacramento's final pillar bore the same blackened marks that had come to tarnish the capitol not long ago. This mystery third party is sowing some real dissent
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>>6311878 >Persist! You need to get used to being under pressure like this. So long as you persevere, you're certain you'll be able to take on anything come Saturday. Anonymous
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PoképocalypseQM !!fwDszUHyX/E ID:wGFVDx4k Mon 29 Sep 2025 15:02:00 No. 6312520 Report hey, I just wanted to keep you all in the know so I'm writing this now, probably when I shouldn't lol my dog has just recently passed away, it has only been a few hours I wasn't there for it, we aren't entirely sure why he went there was bleeding around the heart that they just couldn't stop, i didn't get to see him go he was barely seven years old and was just a little sick less than a day ago I'm dealing with it kind of poorly lol it's some great timing for sure, i was just getting ahold f things I gues that's the curse for you I'm not going to update today, I don't think i'm in the rigth headspace i might sill get something ot on the weekends, I think? it depends on if i manage to finish all my midterms by then We'l see i thikn this thread still has maybe two or three posts in it left, i wasn't planning on cutting it off untl right before the capitol raid I'll just see what state i'm in by friday i guess Sorry
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>>6312520 All good QM, take all the time you need.
Take the time to celebrate and remember him for the good boy that he was.
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>>6312520 No rush, QM. That's awful. Take your time.
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PoképocalypseQM !!fwDszUHyX/E ID:wGFVDx4k Fri 03 Oct 2025 19:59:04 No. 6314200 Report Alright, it's Friday... I'm not much better, unfortunately. But I need a distraction, and writing serves as a good escape. I have some urgent needs that will be taking up my entire weekend and likely the beginning of next week. Expect the next update to be on Wednesday or Friday, maybe next Sunday at the latest. Hopefully this thread can leave the catalogue peacefully instead of being shot down by 4chan before its time was up like the last one was.
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>>6314200 I'd archive it just in case, boss. I think you probably have a good 5-to-10 days before it falls off, though.
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>>6314446 Please do not, I will be around to archive if it ever hits page 10 while I’m out of commission. No need to preempt that on page 8.
I do appreciate the thought, though. Sorry.
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>>6312520 >>6314200 Take the time you need to come to terms with what you're going through. As someone who also experienced losing a dog, just remember that he or she would want you to keep feeling as loved and important as they made you feel, even if they are no longer with us physically.
My dog's name was Lucy. She was an English Bulldog and such a ham. She was nothing but love and joy. I still get sad sometimes when I think about her, but I'm grateful to God for whatever He did to place her in my life. I will pray for you, your family, and your dog tonight. Get better and be happy, friend.
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PoképocalypseQM !!fwDszUHyX/E ID:wGFVDx4k Thu 09 Oct 2025 00:36:12 No. 6316087 Report Next post should be out Friday. Sorry for the hold up.
>>6315050 I'm sorry, anon. Lucy sounds like a very good girl. I appreciate the thoughts and prayers, and I just hope you're doing well too. My dog was also a very sweet one, and losing him has taken a lot of the light out of my life. I'm sorry you had to experience losing anyone similar.
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>>6316087 We're still here, QM. Don't sweat it.
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PoképocalypseQM !!fwDszUHyX/E ID:wGFVDx4k Sat 11 Oct 2025 01:05:55 No. 6316880 Report >>6312003 >>6312061 >>6312070 >>6312290 >>6312298 We'll be handling ammo today. Writing.
I will say in advance: I'm not sure I'll give specifics on gun type. I'm not /k/ool enough to know much about modern gunnery, let alone anything historical, so I'll likely just be mentioning armaments in vagueities. PoképocalypseQM !!fwDszUHyX/E
PoképocalypseQM !!fwDszUHyX/E ID:wGFVDx4k Sat 11 Oct 2025 02:11:24 No. 6316906 Report Quoted By:
>>6316880 Nevermind I spent an hour doing research to figure it out. Ignore the spoiler.
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PoképocalypseQM !!fwDszUHyX/E ID:wGFVDx4k Sat 11 Oct 2025 03:05:40 No. 6316911 Report Quoted By:
The scene at the church lingered in your mind for various reasons, but a very specific one stuck with you right now. Your gaze trailed away from your inhuman companions, away from the endless wilderness stretching across Sacramento... and back to your belt, upon which you felt there should be a holster. You'd rather not have to resort to such methods, of course. If all went well, this could all be resolved through intimidation and diplomacy-- without a need to shed blood, without a need to take a life... and yet, you couldn't help but ponder the likelihood of such a thing, unwilling to allow yourself the naivete needed to consider it a certainty. In search of both shade and something to shoot, you called for your team to follow you back to Sacramento. <><><><><> The amount of ammo you'd bought was, frankly, ridiculous. Almost as much as you could carry. But, you figured, your revolver deserved more than it could hold. It wasn't exactly heavy-duty, and you hadn't enough in cash to buy both a new gun and plenty of ammo for it yet... so you felt it wouldn't hurt to stock up on much as possible. Now, as you waved goodbye to the cashier and let your team briefly marvel at the strange boxes you'd stuffed your haversack with, you let your Webley-Pryse join its ammo and finagled your way around carrying Mary once more. Soon enough, you told yourself, she'd be able to join you by your side again. By the time this whole raid was over, surely, she'd walk alongside Aster and Taylor as a free mon once more... <><><><><>
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PoképocalypseQM !!fwDszUHyX/E ID:wGFVDx4k Sat 11 Oct 2025 03:06:41 No. 6316912 Report Quoted By:
...as free a mon as the one that came to greet you upon your arrival at Sutter's Fort. "Chrrr-coo!" Chickpea crooned, his uncanny face alight. He looked exhausted-- as much as a man-chicken could, anyways-- but that didn't stop him from excitedly greeting all of your teammates and offering you a hand. Partly stunned by the gesture, partly thinking of something else, you took Chickpea's claws without question and focused your attention on the gate behind him. There were so many people back there-- Staters, all-- that you were wondering if you'd get through to Andrew before his lessons were up. You could already hear distant commands approaching your range of hearing, only growing louder with time. "...strong, but..." "...attention straight..." "...keep yer hands..." Chickpea had been shaking your hand for almost a minute now. You made a motion to pull it back, but it was interrupted by the swinging of a door and the surprise of the man behind it. "Walter! Yer--" Andrew looked behind him, briefly eyeing the crowded yard he'd come crawling out of-- "Why are you here so early? Meetin's not 'til past sunset, 'n it's way over..." The buffalo hunter trailed off as Chickpea kept shaking your hand. After a confused glare from his trainer, the man-chicken promptly stopped. Andrew picked up where he left off, arms crossed. "If you wanted t' have lunch, yer an hour late." You shook your head and let your arm slip underneath Mary again, trying to hide the painful marks Chickpea's formidable claws had left around your wrist. "Ah know. A-an' ah know you're s'pposed t' be trainin' the Staters right now. But I'm a Stater, aren't ah? An' I have a problem I don't think Steele're Muyr'd be much help with..." ...well, truthfully, you just weren't sure Muyr would be able to show you much with what you had. He was an army man-- the types of guns he was best with probably weren't as small as your only option. Meanwhile, Andrew had already shown you both of his own revolvers... Andrew gave his rookie army another glance. "My priorities're with them... but yer welcome t' join. I can't promise one-on-one tutorin', though. Not 'less you want t' stay between the hour I've got before the meetin'." "I'd like to, if you'll have me." "Well, then," Andrew grinned, "come right on in." As Chickpea bounded to his side and the two of you waltzed into the sweaty makeshift schoolyard, the surly cowboy took notice of the holster now fashioned around your belt. "If it's firearms you're wantin', I've got a whole group over here..." <><><><><>
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PoképocalypseQM !!fwDszUHyX/E ID:wGFVDx4k Sat 11 Oct 2025 03:08:08 No. 6316913 Report Quoted By:
>Friday, September 5th. >One day remains. Andrew's Colt M1878 and Smith & Wesson still sat upon your bedspread. The two of you had whiled away last night cleaning your guns, after the meeting, while discussing the day's comings and goings. Andrew had meant to stay longer and take his guns with him, of course, but the man had been pulled away by some emergency and forgotten to bring his guns with him. You'd thought to return them to him at breakfast-- an action which earned you an abnormal amount of thanks from Andrew. Steele had commented on the occasion in his usual humorous manner, making sure to remind the both of you that such teamwork would be most needed come tomorrow morning... "You're a lucky man, Steele," you observed between waffle bites. "You get t' sleep in t'morrow without a care in the world. It's a miracle Muyr let you off so easily." "Such happenstance is one of the few benefits perceived senility can bring," Buchanan half-joked. "Why, an aged man like I would hardly do well on a battlefield..." You held your tongue, unwilling to make a joke at the expense of your boss at a time like this. Muyr was a respectable general, after all, and evidently not one to rest on his laurels. It was no surprise he'd have insisted on joining the rest of the Staters, even in his less direct commanding role. "Can't do any worse there than y' do on a horse," Andrew commented. "Yer lucky Buckwheat doesn't mind big men like you. Dora's not so lucky anymore." His comment was followed by silence. On a better day, the three of you might have laughed off such a comment or considered a different topic. Today, however, it touched too closely upon the uncomfortable possibility weighing down all three of you. Tomorrow morning, at the behest of a man and his pet movement, the young and able of you three would descend upon Sacramento's second-most sacred building as enemies of an American apparatus. You would attempt to capture this building before the sun was up, in the name of fallen friends and associates, and force the unworthy rulers of this entire Golden State to admit defeat simply to return to their daily jobs. If all went well, this victory would be quiet and concise-- a simple take-over of a building, a lengthy negotiation session that may determine its fate. If most anything went poorly... it would do you no good to ponder it now.
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PoképocalypseQM !!fwDszUHyX/E ID:wGFVDx4k Sat 11 Oct 2025 03:09:08 No. 6316914 Report You decided, instead, that it would be a better use of your time to consider today's agenda. Today would be the last day before this raid-- the last day on which you could be mistaken for a bipartisan or mere curiosity. It might even be one of your last days in Sacramento. How would you spend it? <span class="mu-s">[Choose 3. Votes with write-in options can be voted for repeatedly in one post if the write-in is changed between votes.]</span>>Without rest. Nonstop training until your palms bleed and your head spins. Training your team, your gun, your fists, your stamina-- anything and everything, for the entire day, without rest. [VOTING FOR THIS WILL TAKE UP ALL THREE OF YOUR SLOTS] >Seeing the sights and bonding with your paranormal partners. You want them to feel their best before you have to send them in to battle tomorrow, and make sure your memories of Sacramento are ones to treasure. >Specifically focus on training one team member. [Write-in which one!] >Arranging plans for leaving Sacramento. You're certain your exit'll be sooner rather than later, and you need to be prepared. >Confirming the payment Muyr promised you way back when. Best you nail that down before all this capitol stuff... >Writing a letter to your loved ones. Even without a response, you want to make sure something reaches them before the raid... just in case. >Attempt to find the hundredth neofauna once more. If they're trying to reach out to you, as you suspect they might be, perhaps it might be worth pursuing some method of direct communication? >Praying. >Write-in.
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>>6316914 >Seeing the sights and bonding with your paranormal partners. You want them to feel their best before you have to send them in to battle tomorrow, and make sure your memories of Sacramento are ones to treasure. >Specifically focus on training one team member. [Florian] We need him able to paralyze or pacify on command.
>Writing a letter to your loved ones. Even without a response, you want to make sure something reaches them before the raid... just in case. >Attempt to find the hundredth neofauna once more. If they're trying to reach out to you, as you suspect they might be, perhaps it might be worth pursuing some method of direct communication? Anonymous
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>>6316917 Please only choose 3 options.
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>>6317067 Oh woops, I didn't realize I accidentally grabbed a fourth.
>>6316917 amended to:>Specifically focus on training one team member. [Florian] We need him able to paralyze or pacify on command.
>Writing a letter to your loved ones. Even without a response, you want to make sure something reaches them before the raid... just in case. >Attempt to find the hundredth neofauna once more. If they're trying to reach out to you, as you suspect they might be, perhaps it might be worth pursuing some method of direct communication? Anonymous
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>>6317034 I would still like to +1 this anon
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>>6316914 Alright, let's see.
>Arranging plans for leaving Sacramento. You're certain your exit'll be sooner rather than later, and you need to be prepared. and
>Specifically focus on training one team member. Florian - Stun Spore. and
>Writing a letter to your loved ones. Even without a response, you want to make sure something reaches them before the raid... just in case. Hi pops, how are we doing?
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PoképocalypseQM !!fwDszUHyX/E ID:wGFVDx4k Mon 13 Oct 2025 02:53:25 No. 6317885 Report Alright, we'll be >Training Florian >Writing a letter to your loved ones and>Trying to find the hundredth neofauna Writing!
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PoképocalypseQM !!fwDszUHyX/E ID:wGFVDx4k Mon 13 Oct 2025 03:10:30 No. 6317895 Report >>6317885 Fuck, nevermind, I'm being pulled away by something I can't put off. Tomorrow, then! This is probably going to be a big one.
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>>6317895 See you soon, QM!
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PoképocalypseQM !!fwDszUHyX/E ID:wGFVDx4k Wed 15 Oct 2025 01:16:20 No. 6318556 Report Quoted By:
Rolled 77 (1d100) Writing for real now, hopefully. Really hoping next year won't be so turbulent, apologies.
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PoképocalypseQM !!fwDszUHyX/E ID:wGFVDx4k Wed 15 Oct 2025 02:59:58 No. 6318592 Report Quoted By:
You would spend it... as wisely as you felt you could. The outskirts of Sacramento beckoned to you, inviting you to spend your final day as a free man among them... and, having already adjusted to visiting them nightly, you felt it only right to heed their call. It fit perfectly-- all three things you were thinking of could easily be done there, and-- "Well, gentlemen," Steele cleared his throat and stood to leave. "It's a pity I can't stay much longer, but I'm rather full up and have some business to attend to. I apologize, Andrew, for reminding you of your aging steed." "Don' sweat it," he grunted back. Andrew was still not finished with his food, but you could tell his mind was someplace else. "Very well then. Good luck, both of you. I will meet you here come four o' clock, as we have agreed. Whether Muyr will attend is another story, but I will do my best to convince him." Steele straightened himself, then tipped his black bowler hat and flashed a grin. "May tomorrow treat us all kindly!" "Amen," you and Andrew echoed. And, with that, the two of you were left to finish your breakfasts in peace. <><><><><>
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PoképocalypseQM !!fwDszUHyX/E ID:wGFVDx4k Wed 15 Oct 2025 03:00:59 No. 6318593 Report Quoted By:
The morning was spent underneath the shade of an aged valley oak. You had prepared everything you would need for today ahead of time-- you had brought a checkered blanket and a basket, both lunch and dinner (sourced from a nearby market), and enough water to fill a bathtub. As you shielded your eyes from the blazing sun above you, you wondered if even <span class="mu-i">that</span> would be enough for the next few hours. Yet, as you took in the late-summer wilderness around you and felt yourself beginning to perspire... you couldn't help but feel grateful that you were no longer in Sacramento. The city wore on you the longer you waited-- the longer you anticipated tomorrow. So, you moved your mind elsewhere. You drew your fingers to a small figure, resting within your shirt pocket, and carefully wrapped them around its bulging head. Florian squeaked, his eyes blinking and his head tilting as he came to life in your palm. Your eyes briefly looked past him, to Mary, then returned to the sprite eyeing you with confusion. You hadn't given Florian too much attention as of late-- in all this combative hubbub, it was easy to overlook the least offensive member of your party. Today, however, that was going to change! Though you were apprehensive about bringing a child to what could very well become a battle, you felt it would do him well to prepare for anything. Whether Florian joined you or was left to fend for himself, it wouldn't hurt to give him a means to fend for himself. Your first thoughts were with Taylor. He could shoot leaves from nowhere-- razor-sharp leaves, no less, that could cut through cloth. Given Florian's similar sensibilities, you wanted to see if he could copy such a technique. "Taylor, shoot!" You commanded, and Taylor followed suite. An array of leafy darts left his collar. You asked him to repeat this a few more times, making sure Florian saw every single occurrence. Then... "Florian, shoot?" Your tone faltered somewhat, but you made the same gesture. You saw Florian's eyes grow wide, clearly understanding... but, when he attempted to throw himself forward and copy Taylor appropriately, nothing happened. You kept at it for nearly half an hour, attempting to translate the technique in various ways-- 'razor,' 'fire,' 'copy.' Differences in phrasing did nothing; differences in gesture, neither. You could tell, however, that Florian grasped your intent... he just couldn't follow through. So, instead, you changed course. You mimicked Taylor yourself-- attempted to toss leaves, mimicked their movements. Again, Florian understood-- but he simply could not copy either of you correctly. Eventually, once the sun began to wear on you, you admitted defeat and resigned yourself to a routine session of training.
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PoképocalypseQM !!fwDszUHyX/E ID:wGFVDx4k Wed 15 Oct 2025 03:02:08 No. 6318594 Report Quoted By:
You kept your focus on Florian, making sure he was sharp. His spores were still stunning, his tears... <span class="mu-i">presumably</span> acidic. The therapeutic scent he'd given off would arise from time to time, seemingly apropos of nothing. You took it upon yourself to devote your entire morning to extracting it from him-- tying it to some word or phrase, trying to get him to do it on command. And, to your great surprise... you nearly succeeded! Florian seemed delighted enough by your attempts, entertained enough by your sounds and motions, that he began producing the scent much more readily... yet remained unable to tie it directly to any kind of phrase or action. His happiness was enough for you. It seemed like a sure-enough way to activate that soothing scent, even if it couldn't be brought out on command... and, for now, it would do. Once peace was nearer, you figured, <span class="mu-i">then</span> you could devote more of yourself to getting that technique nailed down.>+2 to Florian's combat! <><><><><> As you broke out the bread and cold cuts for your lunchtime break, it was hard not to think of the last picnic you'd had. The shade of the great oak only made it harder. You kept expecting to see McClatchy across from you, reaching for some drink or making some remark. Instead, the only faces you were greeted with were those of your team. Mary, exhausted from her walking therapy, lay atop her pillow asleep. Aster, already grazing for several minutes now, hardly paid you any notice. Taylor and Florian both sat upon your person in their various favorite spots, chittering and squeaking and making all sorts of noise... Your mind returned to McClatchy. Your body felt cold. The shadow of death began to innervate your every nerve, driving you to put away your sandwich in favor of a paper and pen. The words came clearly to you, from then on, spilling forth in a primal mixture of concern and unfounded reassurance. <span class="mu-i">Ma, If all goes well, you shall hear from me again sometime this year. If it does not, I will see you many decades from now behind pearly gates. Tomorrow morning will be very dangerous for me, more so than any previous morning I have lived through,</span> You stopped mid-sentence, unsure of whether to be specific, ultimately deciding to spare your mother some details... <span class="mu-i">and I simply wanted to see to it that you knew I wish you well. I trust in the Lord to keep you safe, as I hope he will do for me, and pray every night that you are</span> No. That was far too much. You crossed out everything after your well-wishes. You hardly needed to fall apart like this in front of your own mother. You began writing again.
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PoképocalypseQM !!fwDszUHyX/E ID:wGFVDx4k Wed 15 Oct 2025 03:03:09 No. 6318596 Report Quoted By:
<span class="mu-i">If the news circuit ever reaches New York City, you may hear of the cause. Until then, I won't worry you.</span> You steeled yourself, trying to draw your mind away from the very worries you had spilled out so readily prior. They were nothing but distractions. <span class="mu-i">Inform me of the family, if you can. Let me know how you are all faring. I will see to it that I am able to visit you again, in the future, as soon as I can.</span> Every topic you wanted to bring up cornered your thoughts with anxiety. Neofauna were the last thing your mother needed to hear about, let alone the status of your own. Keith and Robbie might still have been endangered. Anything you had been through recently... would only serve to ferry your own concerns into your mother's mind. Only one thing allowed your escape. <span class="mu-i">Tell me of Mabel and Junior's birthday celebrations, and how they liked their gifts. Be well. Yours truly, Walter The letter was a mess, but it was the best you could muster at the moment. You folded it up, tucked it away in an envelope... and returned to your food, your mind lightly cleared. After you had dinner, before you wrapped your day up, you would drop by the post office and deliver this. The postman would give you a smile, file it away for delivery, and wave you off. If you were lucky, the reply slated for your previous letter might even arrive in the meantime. And then, after that... everything would be okay. <><><><><> The blazing Californian sun shone through oaken leaves. You had been out here so long you'd almost forgotten it was there. Now, as it began to descend, you suddenly became very aware of the time. The last few hours had been spent chasing the hundredth neofauna. You'd scoured every inch of the wilderness, tried every technique-- attempting to summon Florian's soothing scents, calling out to the creatures directly, showing off pages of your journal in case that somehow attracted them... ...you'd found little success, if any at all. You were certain the creatures were nearby-- almost sure of it, knowing how often they'd appeared before you by now. But you had made contact with nothing, and been left a frustrated man. As you packed up your blanket and picked up your sheep, various thoughts ran through your head. Simple ones, like where the post office might have been from here, and the dark crowd of others that you had spent your day trying to chase away.</span>
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PoképocalypseQM !!fwDszUHyX/E ID:wGFVDx4k Wed 15 Oct 2025 03:04:30 No. 6318597 Report Quoted By:
<span class="mu-i">If the news circuit still reaches New York City, you may hear of the cause. Until then, I won't worry you.</span> You steeled yourself, trying to draw your mind away from the very worries you had spilled out so readily prior. They were nothing but distractions. <span class="mu-i">Inform me of the family, if you can. Let me know how you are all faring. I will see to it that I am able to visit you again, in the future, as soon as I can.</span> Every topic you wanted to bring up cornered your thoughts with anxiety. Neofauna were the last thing your mother needed to hear about, let alone the status of your own. Keith and Robbie might still have been endangered. Anything you had been through recently... would only serve to ferry your own concerns into your mother's mind. Only one thing allowed your escape. <span class="mu-i">Tell me of Mabel and Junior's birthday celebrations, and how they liked their gifts.</span> <span class="mu-i">Be well.</span> <span class="mu-i">Yours truly, Walter</span> The letter was a mess, but it was the best you could muster at the moment. You folded it up, tucked it away in an envelope... and returned to your food, your mind lightly cleared. After you had dinner, before you wrapped your day up, you would drop by the post office and deliver this. The postman would give you a smile, file it away for delivery, and wave you off. If you were lucky, the reply slated for your previous letter might even arrive in the meantime. And then, after that... everything would be okay. <><><><><> The blazing Californian sun shone through oaken leaves. You had been out here so long you'd almost forgotten it was there. Now, as it began to descend, you suddenly became very aware of the time. The last few hours had been spent chasing the hundredth neofauna. You'd scoured every inch of the wilderness, tried every technique-- attempting to summon Florian's soothing scents, calling out to the creatures directly, showing off pages of your journal in case that somehow attracted them... ...you'd found little success, if any at all. You were certain the creatures were nearby-- almost sure of it, knowing how often they'd appeared before you by now. But you had made contact with nothing, and been left a frustrated man. As you packed up your blanket and picked up your sheep, various thoughts ran through your head. Simple ones, like where the post office might have been from here, and the dark crowd of others that you had spent your day trying to chase away.
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PoképocalypseQM !!fwDszUHyX/E ID:wGFVDx4k Wed 15 Oct 2025 03:05:31 No. 6318598 Report Quoted By:
Suddenly, among them, you felt another presence. Not your thoughts, no-- nothing like the throbbing pain of the hundredth creatures you'd originally encountered, either... ...but something familiar. Something gentle, yet alien. Almost faint. Focusing on it brought you naught but headache; incomprehensible babbling not unlike that which the creatures "spoke." But you felt the third presence react-- intensify, almost, at your focus. For no reason in particular, you swiveled around. Behind you, you saw nothing. And yet, you couldn't shake the feeling... that something was there. ...you were going mad. You needed to refocus. You gripped Mary tighter, made sure your basket was secure in your hands. As the third presence faded away, leaving only a reminder of where it once was, your thoughts returned to the post office... as did the rest of you. <><><><><> Sunset assaulted you as you entered your room. Your basket found itself upon your dresser-- your closest companion was carefully dispensed upon your ottoman. "Tomorrow," you told both your self and hers. "Tomorrow will go well. Ah'll buy you somethin' nice once it's over. Maybe a snack, or a fancy little thing like Steele was ramblin' on about." Mary simply gave you a tired bahh and let her finely-furred head lean into your open palm. Her black eyes met yours, and you briefly reconsidered your plan of action... before swearing yourself to it, and leaving her be. It was hardly six in the evening, yet you were already in bed. You forced your eyes to shut, your mind to drift. Eventually, after various tosses and turns, you settled. Your mind slipped into a trance, your mind finally began to know peace... and you went to sleep, accepting your fear of what awaited you on the morrow.
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PoképocalypseQM !!fwDszUHyX/E ID:wGFVDx4k Wed 15 Oct 2025 03:13:52 No. 6318600 Report And that's it for thread #5, ladies and gents! Thank you so much for reading, even through all the interruptions.
<span class="mu-s">I'll be making #6 within the week</span>, and I've already archived this thread here:
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Pok%C3%A9pocalypse%20Revival Expect a vote at the end of #6's OP, and an entry every other day. Thank you sincerely for reading so far, and I hope next thread keeps your interest. :)
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>>6318600 You sure know how to build tension for a battle, QM. Thanks for running, and I hope things go better for you than they have been. See you soon.
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>>6318600 Thanks for running QM, hope the curse doesn't continue to shit on you every time because reading this quest is cool
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PoképocalypseQM !!fwDszUHyX/E ID:wGFVDx4k Thu 16 Oct 2025 22:08:17 No. 6319265 Report Quoted By:
<span class="mu-s">Thread #6 is up!</span>
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