I burst out of the saloon as the hoof-beats outside grew louder and louder. Normally I would dip once a package was delivered, but these FUCKING SAVAGES have been getting too bold. Shots are being fired around the town, clearly I'm not alone in trying to repel this raid. Glass shatters and arrows shatter the windows of the saloon behind me, It's not until I hear the whine of my horse and see it fall to it's side I'd realize moving into the open was a mistake. Somehow the tribals out here got their hands on some proper rifles and revolvers. Turning my head back to the road where the shots came from I see the Indians, draw my Colt, and fire twice. One bullet for a pair with long guns, clearly supposed to be of US ARMY make. I should have accounted for the hoof beats **around** the Town. A pair of arrows strike me in the chest, I barely get a chance to see the redskins behind the crates and bags of goods these arrows came from before my vision fades as i start to fall backwards.
Somehow I feel sluggish as I next wake up, like there's a fog on my mind. As it recedes I realize a couple of things. I'm already standing upright. That shouldn't be the case from what I remember. The other thing noticed is it's still too dark blinking and trying to rub my eyes has done nothing to help change the lighting. A quick look around shows that I'm standing in a stone room, surrounded by odd metal torches, cobwebs, and a couple other people standing around barely moving. One is armored and the other looks like he's wearing a suit.
> Check our wounds. > Check on one of these other guys. > Try to find a door and walk out of here.
At the heart of the Johnny convention, behind one set of curtains inside the cuddling zone, there lies a group of zany individuals sharing their stories. You’re among them. And as of now, you’re listening to the second culprit of this entire event happening: Lydie.
The former priestess of the Church of Beauty has revealed that you (and your seven Johnny Plushies) are the reason why she’s excommunicated. This creates a little shock in Dog Girl or Proto-Cow as, well, she doesn’t act like a proper religious girl. But there’s a mystery, why *you* (and the Seven Johnny Plushies)? The moment to find out is now.
“Thanks to me? What did I do?” You feel like it’s very irresponsible of Lydie to point fingers at you or anything that looks like you.
“Be chosen by <span class="mu-s">me</span>!” Lydie puts her hand on her chest. “I couldn’t continue my proper functions without stating your beauty! They’d ask me: <span class="mu-i">Who among these men is the most gorgeous?</span> And I’d say you! Then they’d retort: <span class="mu-i">pick one of the contestants</span>, and I'd say I’m not interested! They couldn’t accept you as an answer because you haven’t gone through the proper channels. They never spared you a thought! Never listened to me! But they’d be damned! I chose well.”
“I don’t want to come off as too forward, but isn’t this entirely your fault?” Proto-Cow Verity dryly retorts after reviving from the petting.
“She’s in love, who are we to judge?” Dog Girl Donna doesn’t see the issue.
“Partially intelligent beings.” Verity states.
“Regardless! I’ve been forced into a position I would rather not be in, but as it’s my nature, I always make the best out of my current dilemma.” Lydie explains.
“Right…” You don’t know if you feel responsible for this or not. You two have never met before.
“More questions, my jewel! More questions! I’ll answer anything you’re curious about!” Lydie wants more and more attention!
<span class="mu-s">What do you do?</span>
>Ask Lydie if there is a way to help her out. Extend a helping hand to this silly girl. >Ask Lydie if she knows Nariko or Ichie. Look for more bovine connections. >You have spent enough time here. Leave the Convention without causing a ruckus. Let your fans enjoy themselves. >Give the signal. Bring Rora, Pansori, and Celia back. Plan together an incredible ending for the event. >This event was fun. Time to ruin it. Open the curtains and create an unprecedented amount of mayhem. >Write In.
this person humbled my sister (she's 15yo) on discord, roblox and Instagram (idk his age). He called her an slut, a bitch, and he harassed her in many ways. What can I do to help my sister? (I'm sorry for my bad english, I'm new at this)
Katya found herself in a small, well reinforced and rather dark chamber. The only source of light was a softly humming red light, her looking up at it and awaiting what would happen next. An alarm sounded from behind the metal door in front of her, before there was a hiss of air. The doors slid open, Katya looking a little uncomfortable as she blocked out the bright and sudden light with her wing. "Step forward, subject ATO-4013." A calm voice would say over the intercom, the young and still small owl subject doing as told. The chamber she was in was rather large, sterile and empty. Katya tilted her head and looked at all the tiny details she could spot. Dents on the wall, spots where large stains had clearly been, and even some bullet holes. And looking up and to the side, Katya saw some glass, behind which several scientists stood, including her very own father...
Katya would smile and wave a little bit, though would quickly feel a soft shock around her neck. "Do not interact with the staff, ATO-4013." Roraima's voice echoed over the intercom, Katya looking down and nodding quickly. Katya would keep looking around, soon noticing a metal door on the other side of the room. Katya quietly looked at it, already hearing that something was waiting behind it. "Subject ATO-4013, todays training will be different from previous trainings. Instead of facing off against mock targets or facility staff, you will now train with another subject. You are authorised to use any and all force to defeat said subject. Is this clear?" Katya looked horrified. Never before had she had to hurt a subject before. She was scared of hurting what was essentially one of her siblings. Though, she was also terrified of upsetting Roraima. She didn't want to be shocked, or worse. And yet, she also didn't want to hurt anyone innocent. "Y-Yes, Roraima." She said whilst trying to hide her fear. After all, she knew that Roraima hated seeing fear, even if this left Katya terrified...
Katya saw the doors open, her trying to remain calm, as her opponent revealed themselves. The subject in front of her was one she had seen before, but never really talked to. It was a completely dark subject. Her hair was pitch black, her skin a similar deep dark hue. She had three large dark horns which connected to her back which appeared similar to that of a beetle. Her hands appeared like large black daggers, almost looking reminiscent of a mantis' claws. She was a foot taller than Katya, but was still only 5 feet, small for a subject. Her white cloths which covered her torso were the only thing which did not appear completely black, along with her confident red eyes. The subject had a calm, confident yet reassuring smile, stepping forward as if they were just formally meeting. "Subject AB-90, you will fight against subject ATO-4013. You are authorised to use any level of force against her. So long as you do not hold back. Is this clear?!" Roraima said in a more agitated tone.
Famine came not like a storm loud and sudden but like a slow curse, creeping through the soil, hollowing out the grain, and turning every promise to dust.
The land that once fed your ancestors golden fields and stone granaries withered under the weight of hunger. The lords of the old kingdom, bloated and blind, slammed the gates shut and barred the roads. They kept what was left for themselves.
You and your kin were cast out peasants deemed unworthy of the last harvest.
You wandered, days and nights, until you reached the edge of the known world where no banners fly, where the spirits whisper freely, and where the land is still untamed.
Here, you have found a place. Scarred. Wild. Full of danger and full of potential.
You must build a home, defend your people, and carve your tribe’s name into the world. The gods watch. The beasts stir. Other tribes already smell blood.
Your people have nothing and therefore, everything to gain.
Where have you settled?
>Ashen Wastes- Blackened volcanic badlands with fertile ash soil in valleys. Rich in obsidian and rare minerals.
>Sunforge Plateau- Windswept highlands rich in copper and iron, but with thin, rocky soil. Excellent for fortresses, poor for farming.
>Stormbreak Coast- Rocky seaside cliffs constantly battered by waves; excellent fishing and trade potential, but weather is brutal.
The hot winds swept across the sands. The last drop of strength left your body. Yet, you held on to your sword. The lumps around your face burned inside your helmet. Beside you were your brothers in arms, finally fallen after many years of suffering. Soon, you will die too, and the ordeals you've faced will be over. You look at your left arm across from you, resting on the ground. The world has yet to darken. You did not see the gate of heaven yet.
Death certainly came at his own leisure it seems…
Then you saw it.
A world swept by hellfire. Demons and soldiers of darkness invading the lands, spreading indiscriminate savagery. Amidst the black army, there was the king. A tall figure draped in dark cloak and clad in black steel, riding a black horse, wielding a mace crackling with blue sparks. The world swallowed by darkness, ruled with fear and heresy.
The vision ended, and a burning bush appeared.
“Your work is far from over, stand up. Protect the innocents and nurse the ill as you have done before. Rise,”
>Rainier, Knight of Saint Lazarus >Thomas, Knight of Saint Lazarus >William, Knight of Saint Lazarus
When you opened your eyes again, you woke up on a bed of soft green grass. The smell of trees and faintly sweet fruit. This… This can not be Heaven. Not after what you saw. The voice, the burning bush, if what you saw was real, your work was not over.
“Stay away damn you!”
You followed the panicked voices. Like your visions, men clad in black armor with tar skin chased a small family. You sprung into action and let out a bellowing war cry. These sickly creatures turned their attention to you. Good, the family can get away. You reached for your weapon, a
>A longsword (two-handed) >An arming sword and a shield >A battleaxe (two-handed) >A mace and a shield
<span class="mu-s">This quest will only last until 10/3 but I plan to update daily!</span>
Humanity has spread out into a massive sprawling empire throughout the galaxy. The edges of the sprawl remain poorly guarded and sparsely settled after all humanity throughout a thousand stars has always been alone save for their own creations which once waged war against them. This is no longer true now an unknown force has begun to attack sector 63 and other sectors and it is up to poorly supplied and desperate sailors to hold them back.
You are the Admiral of the naval fleet of sector 63 one of nearly a 100 rimward sectors on the edge of settled human space. The war for that is what this truly is now apparently has seen you as the last of the remaining Rimward commands in the area. The food situation handled youve also collected a much more advanced but smaller Escort carrier that was sent by MidRim command as reinforcement. The enemy who you still call birds are apparently some sort of forceful colonization effort sent force by some sort of priesthood.
Agent Barry has asked what you want the NAI to focus on when it comes to research on the birds, Technology, fully translating their ;language and written word or perhaps something else?
