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You are Martin King XXVIII, tomboy enthusiast and complicated employment status haver in the cyberpunk future.
After filling out some half-printed forms you've been delivered one small titty tomboy GF
It's been quite some time since you ended up in the BADLANDS due to an unfortunate teleportation mishap with the MAD. Since then you've been taken into the service of SNUGGLETUFF, the deposed and exiled ruler of a mutant Catgirl kingdom. After reuniting with your tomboy gf REBECCA and the crotch-ambiguous tech wiz JABBERWOCK, your brain maid AMANDA was forced to possess the body of your insane Fornicator 3500, DOROTHY. Oh, and you all collectively pressganged an octopus mutant who you've dubbed GILLIAN into your crew. Got all that? Whew, what a ride it's been.
After a long yet conveniently ambiguous amount of time, you and your crew are just about ready to set your plan into action. The plan to take back Snuggletuff's throne from her tyrannical sister TUMBLERUFF. While the team led by Snuggletuff has been out and about subjugating the local bandit tribes to fuel her takeover, you and your team have been sowing dissent among the Catgirls to support the coup. It's been going pretty well so far... probably. Most likely. You haven't died at the very least. Try and keep it up, buddy.
You currently have [2733 CREDITS], One drop of [SOUL], a pretty bad synthnic addiction, and are still on very shaky ground with both your [CONTRACT WITH ALLCO.] and your [PINKY PROMISE WITH HUA LO]. You're also not the only one making moves out in these parts, far from it. The catnip shamans mewl about grave omens and terrible forces just over the horizon...
(Thread Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Goth+GF )
You are Martin King XXVIII, tomboy enthusiast and complicated employment status haver in the cyberpunk future.
After filling out some half-printed forms you've been delivered one small titty tomboy GF
It's been quite some time since you ended up in the BADLANDS due to an unfortunate teleportation mishap with the MAD. Since then you've been taken into the service of SNUGGLETUFF, the deposed and exiled ruler of a mutant Catgirl kingdom. After reuniting with your tomboy gf REBECCA and the crotch-ambiguous tech wiz JABBERWOCK, your brain maid AMANDA was forced to possess the body of your insane Fornicator 3500, DOROTHY. Oh, and you all collectively pressganged an octopus mutant who you've dubbed GILLIAN into your crew. Got all that? Whew, what a ride it's been.
After a long yet conveniently ambiguous amount of time, you and your crew are just about ready to set your plan into action. The plan to take back Snuggletuff's throne from her tyrannical sister TUMBLERUFF. While the team led by Snuggletuff has been out and about subjugating the local bandit tribes to fuel her takeover, you and your team have been sowing dissent among the Catgirls to support the coup. It's been going pretty well so far... probably. Most likely. You haven't died at the very least. Try and keep it up, buddy.
You currently have [2733 CREDITS], One drop of [SOUL], a pretty bad synthnic addiction, and are still on very shaky ground with both your [CONTRACT WITH ALLCO.] and your [PINKY PROMISE WITH HUA LO]. You're also not the only one making moves out in these parts, far from it. The catnip shamans mewl about grave omens and terrible forces just over the horizon...
