Yours Truly

Radovan sighed in relief as he saw Gina agree to Taylor's request, and with the crisis having been averted for now; Radovan let the other members of the group search for the remaining Sableye, and only declaring his intention to bother the Space Aether Employees some more by walking up to Taylor and softly saying "Right, we both know that there is only one place to search, and that it is locked unless Gina opens the door to the place....Do you want to try and flip coins to see who has to convince her to do that? Or should we just push Kalva in the general direction of the cockpit with a badly written note saying 'May I see the cockpit Gina?'" he then stops for a moment to chuckle at the joke he had made, before seriously saying "Or we could just....have Kalva do it, although I feel that the knowledge we may gain from a less obvious course of action would lead to us gathering more valuable information about what we can get her to do by simply leaning on some.....levers" Radovan had a rather devious smile as he said those last words, and his eyebrows went up for a moment.

Yullen bravely runs away from the conflict and sticks closely to Alunda and Karlos. "Unsurprisingly enough, fire is quite painful" Yullen moves to K12

Radovan is of course the perfect gentleman, which is why he decided not to interfere with Taylor's line of questioning...it was rather interesting to watch the...Taylor attempt to push one of Gina's buttons. Radovan was rather ambivalent about the woman, as she had proven herself to be quite rude in the few moments he had spent talking to her, and she didn't seem to be the most cultured person in the world....especially with how close she seemed to be with the rather uncultured mute boy. He then shrugged as he waited to try and find out what would happen next, and if the Ghost type pokemon was rather....stubborn; Radovan's Larvitar could just....bite it a bit.

Heh I think I remember the game you were talking about, the name is just a coincidence though; I just generally suck at naming things and came up with something generic after realizing that I didn't actually give this thing a name; another idea was "No Reborn, you are the BBEG" but I didn't want to repeat that old meme. All ties will be resolved by the only truly honest and fair force left in the world, a simple roll of nonexistent dice. You scratched at your surprisingly helmetless head with an iron gauntlet wearing hand as you considered your options. You needed to get money to raise an army, but you needed to find a way to do it quickly, or at the very least to find a way to get it before your hairs start to turn grey anyway...... You then sit down and fuss over your Halberd as you consider the options available to you.... >>>>>>>>Banditry!. It is a wicked and dishonest job, but let's face it, you are a bad enough dude to find some gullible merchants and knock the living daylights out of them before robbing of them of pretty much anything and everything they have in their possession right? Who cares about such petty problems as having a bounty taken out on your head, random travelers stabbing you to death and walking away scot free yet vaguely stronger and richer, and the fact that the Blackthawne forest is a rather dangerous place filled with many rare and dangerous creatures....Well actually..... >>>>>>>Poaching!. While some may find that this job is less inherently evil, a Druid would probably disagree with that statement, just before turning themselves into a dire bear and eating the one making the statement. My point is that since this job does not involve actively trying to kick society and the entire concept of 'good' and 'honest' work in the nadgers, people will probably not want to try and hunt you down for sport/profit. Granted signing on for this job will increase your chances of getting eaten by a Mega Death Hyper Eagle, but the money you might make if you survive will be worth it. Although if you are considering this I don't really know why you wouldn't just try to... >>>>>>>Start Adventuring. Look...if some little goody two shoes with a vaguely sharp instrument of death to things and people not smart enough to arm themselves with a reach weapon can make a literal and figurative killing in this profession, then why in the nine hells can't you? I mean the only real problem is that you would have to work with a group of strangers that you meet in a pub, and then embark on a long and dramatic quest to seal/destroy/loot/fulfill somebody else's revenge fantasies on/marry the inevitable not very sealed evil in a can, but this is probably the most profitable option you have right now.....although it will take the most time. >>>>>>>Just go into a damn town. Let's face it, who makes plans on how to make money when they are in some miserable hut in the middle of a creepy forest anyway? Just go into the nearby town of Frakeston and get a drink or something; you can work it out somehow....

This is a Quest Thread, a collective game where a bunch of strangers separated from each other in the meat space by sheer distance/lack of knowledge about actual appearance who are tenuously connected by this wonderful thing we call the internet, hopefully spend some of their precious time voting and arguing about each other's choices about what the main character should do next. And before you ask....yes I am not that great at introductions aren't I? Basically I will be writing a Choose Your Own Adventure Story with predetermined choices, you can either choose the already present options by quoting it in your post, preferably with a short bit about why you chose that option. Or to make your own choice by just writing a course of action you think they should take. The choice with the most votes will be used for the next bit of writing....so get ready. And I am not exactly sure which subforum this would belong in, which is why I chose The Wasteland, because this type of thread was developed in a rather cancerous place; that and I honestly don't know where it would go. Chapter 1: Humble Beginnings As you sat on your only slightly rickety evil throne while consuming your evil and potentially heart stopping breakfast you consider all of the options available to you. With every slice of bacon you bring up to your mouth, and with every delicious crunch a small part of you starts to make a rather devious plan that will allow you to claim a piece of the world for you to personally rule. Although of course there is just one problem....you don't have an army. You see the thing about large and loyal armies is that they take money to maintain; even a skeleton requires some expensive reagents to build and dull rusty swords and purely decorative breastplates don't just appear out of thin air you know. You're not even sitting inside of a castle right now; you just broke into some old hermit's house and started claiming squatter's rights. All you have to your name is a rather comfortable gambeson that had been coloured a not very appealing shade of dark grey, and a single weapon that has served you quite well ever since you first learned how to wield it without injuring your own foot. That weapon is a: >>>>>>Dagger: It has a simple point and stab interface, can be easily concealed, and it's not like you can't find another set by pickpocketing a nearby brigand now can't you? But despite all of its advantages it is only barely better than a wooden club against a properly armored opponent, and you really don't want to try fighting a bear with it. Anyone who sees this weapon will think that you are some form of dishonorable cutpurse or brigand, or just really poor. >>>>>>Long Sword: Who here hasn't heard of the bright and shining hero crossing blades with the sinister villain before winning the surprisingly honorable sword duel despite the fact that the other guy could have won if he kicked the "hero" in the nadgers while he was staring intently into the other guy's eyes and trying to break through the sparking block?. Well it's not exactly the cheapest thing around, and everyone is going to look at the guy with the Long Sword and think that he is trying to seem important, and to be brutally honest it is more of a sidearm than an actual weapon that you start the battle with, but you know....yay swords. Essentially this weapon will say that you fancy yourself a noble. >>>>>>Long Spear: Because let's face it, it's cheap, it's reliable, and it keeps you alive by preventing the other guy from doing anything to make you not alive until you can kill him dead. Just try to ignore the many, many people who will comment on how you are compensating for something. >>>>>>Axe: it's a rather heavy old thing with a wickedly sharp edge. Kind of hard to use properly in a battle, but it can be quite devastating if you are strong enough to not get all tuckered out after the first swing. Rather unfortunately people will assume that you are either a lumberjack, or somebody who goes around saying "Bar bar bar" all of the time. >>>>>Other: (Describe what the weapon is, make sure that it can feasibly exist in a medieval fantasy setting in an area that is partly shamelessly based on Europe)

The tired man sticks a finger out and holds it out in plain view for a moment as he continued to catch his breath. After a while he breathes in rather deeply before saying "My name is not important right now, and I will not tell you what I am here for until I am sure that there are no chances of me being wounded or otherwise maimed after performing the civic duty that The City of Multon has thrust upon me. For you see....I am the bearer of Bad news". Immediately after saying those words the man rather dramatically collapsed on the floor, before groaning out the words "Do any of you have....water or something?". The imposing man continued to try and tidy up the watchtower a bit, and he seemed to be ignoring Lucius's question, up until the point where he said "Stories are a great way to pass the time when there is no work to do. Help me clean this place a bit, and I just might teach you something useful kid".

In response Blackadder's gaze lingered on his guitar for a moment before he said "Yeah, I was thinking of learning how to play an Electric Guitar at some point, seemed about as good of a time as any to start. What is it about music that interests you anyway?".

"This uh....would have been useful earlier...".

Lexiel would hack open the door with her lava axe to reveal the Good doctor entering an escape pod with a rather large looking datapad in his hand, and a circle of bloodied lab assistants and humanoid robots that seemed to have been chanting something, although all that could be heard now was the words "After one taste, you'll duck soup the rest of your life". This causes the ringing of alarm bells to emanate from the center of the circle, as a greasepaint rune encircling a pair of glasses attached to a comical looking fake nose and fake mustache and eyebrows starts to....what is the word for the opposite of glowing? Like when something starts to absorb the light from its surroundings as opposed to emanating it? Well that happened as the ringing was slowly replaced by the sound of trumpets blowing. Eventually the glasses rise up as the greasepaint forms into the shape of a not very tall man with receding hair in an old looking suit jacket. After spotting the group of intruders he says in a rather rapid tone of voice "Don't look now.....but I think there is one group of shadowrunners too many in this room, and I think its you". Round 1 Initiative Status:

Radovan finally had the time to pay attention to what the others, but mostly Taylor, were saying. Which is why he immediately asked the....Taylor "You mean that the Sableye here is nothing but a DISTRACTION BONEBREAKER SQUAD and that somebody should really ignore the obvious threat and look out for the massive amounts of ranged support plinking away at your dudes while several smaller squads sneak around and secure literally all of the objectives? Because if so....". Radovan sighed as he realized that his conversation with Desmond would be quite interrupted by the plan the others had cooked up "Right sorry Desmond, going to have to stop talking to you for a moment there, unless you want to come with me and stomp the Nexus 02 Scum squads inside of our Nexus Drill with our combined 00 Cadet Squad powers" after unleashing a torrent of Day of Chaos 10,000 references, he then glanced at the rest of the party, who may be wondering if he was just a really hateful person, or completely insane. In response he would simply shrug and say "You shouldn't be offended, Nexus 02 Scum Squads are just the most economical Objective Secured squads in the current meta, although I do prefer the surprisingly better equipped and more expensive Nexus 03 Scavenger Squads". After further confusing the group, he then walked into the nexus drill with his Aetherball in his hand, and the intent to find and defeat/capture a Sableye. Which is why he started to thoroughly search the drill for any sign of a Pokemon, and asked the Nexus Drill Employees if they had seen anything suspicious.

To be brutally honest Edmund didn't really know how to pronounce the man's name properly, and that is why he said "It is nice to meet you Shyong". He stood there and waited for everyone to finish writing in their sheets before asking in as polite of a tone he could muster "If I may ask....how many of you are taking of taking Music classes?".

The imposing man stopped to look at Lucius for a moment, it was a look of someone who has seen this kind of shit too damn often, and would love nothing more than to not have to deal with it anymore, but in the end he said in his almost stereotypically deep tone of voice "I know nothing about the strange events going on in this watchtower.". The sun was still high up in the sky as the tired guard continued to knock at the wooden door. After a while he stopped to lean back on it and catch his breath once more. His horse was lazily eating some grass a short walk away from him, and while it would have only taken a moment, he didn't feel like walking all the way over there.

The Good Doctor had a rather sudden stroke of genius as he resolved to play the apparently horrifying sounds George had made when he first entered this plane of existence. He spent many moments just trying to find the correct datapad that it had been recorded on, after a while he successfully found the one that S.C.I.E.N.C.E. had marked down as "Research Notes: Horrendous Howling" before plugging it into the console and dramatically slamming down on the button marked "Play". The Good Doctor would be quite surprised to find out that somebody had already managed to find the time to hack into the system and overwrite all of the data contained within with recordings of some rather dated Pornography. Edmond would find that the door doesn't seem to be budging at all no matter which way he tries to move it. And literally everyone in the room would hear the sound "Bow chicka bow wow" before the most 70s and discomforting music played inside of the hallway, as the sound of something rather obscene could be heard quite loudly, but before it progressed past the 1 minute mark it was cut off, and replaced by the sound of a rather angry man with a thick European accent shouting "WHO THE FUCK IS DEUS?".

Edmund respectfully handed the lady his form and said in an equally respectful tone of voice "Other than my Wizardry I am just a normal human, no real need for a special diet or health program". He then glanced at the rather shy looking chap with the rather Asian look to his face "Exactly which parts of the form do you need help with? And my name is Blackadder, I fear that I have yet to find out what your name is.".

Radovan responded to Gina's statement by simply walking away, and after hearing Desmond's rather heartfelt reasoning he replied with a genuine sounding "I did not know that, that is a rather interesting fact isn't it?" He then idly waves at the Aron, before saying "You know....are you at all curious about why the others have chosen theirs? So far I seem to have gathered the fact that Sena finds it to a rather touchy subject, and I already know why I chose Larvitar of course.".

Edmund's response to Polly was rather swiftly interrupted by the gates of the university finally opening, and he tries his best to not stare at the more supernatural folder carriers. He would breathe a sigh of relief as he saw that the group's leader had pretty much nothing to rudely stare at, or at the very least nothing that he hasn't seen before anyway. Edmund filled in the sheets with the information he was asked to provide; it was a rather small amount of information as he didn't exactly have any weirdness other than his wizard powers, which is why he simply written down his name "Edmund Blackadder The Twentieth.", his pronoun of choice "Male", and the classes he had been planning to take "Chemistry since isn't that basically Alchemy but respectable?, Wizardry/Magic since.....he is a wizard, Musical studies since he wants to learn how to play a new instrument, Necromancy since that is his major, and finally Fencing since he had always been curious". He noticed the wizard's tower, and he looked forward to entering it someday, and probably dodging the many, many traps that the movies say all old Wizard towers have. After a good long while of looking at the various buildings inside of the campus, he finally asks the folder carrying group leader "So uh...may I ask for your name Miss?".

The imposing man stands up to attention, and stares directly at Lucius for a moment, before finally saying "The more important question is why you have an entire barrel filled with nothing but black powder and herring....what was that even for?" he then continued to clean the room up, which in this case means putting all of the items into neat little piles that are completely and utterly incomprehensible for everyone else and will presumably cause issues later as no one can find where they left their various small and hard to replace items. The man was interrupted by Georgey's question, and he turns to face the obviously tired looking man, and says "Your voice sounds rather familiar, were you on the night watch yesterday?". The sound of hoof beats have finally crossed the glade, and the panicked looking man dismounts and charges towards the closed door of the watchtower; he stops to lean on the door to catch his breath as he realizes that there is literally no one chasing him. After a while they start knocking the heavy wooden doors of the Watchtower.

The party's descent down the elevator shaft could have been said to be the calm before the storm, as nothing of particular interest happened at the entire trip, not even the slow descent of the elevator would bother literally anyone else as they seemed to not know that the party was even inside of the shaft. They would eventually find a marking near the doors of the elevator shaft marked "B-5", and they would presumably manage to find a way to cut through it, which would reveal a hallway that had appeared to have been ripped straight out of the set of a hospital in a horror movie. The lights were set to flicker off and on rather tastefully, and the walls of the hallway were lined with what would first appear to be a view of a broken and desolate land that had been consumed entirely by a never ending wave of horrors in various different guises meant to tap into the viewer's innermost fear. but aside from the curious looking many armed high school student in a rather odd outfit shooting a blond man, they assumed various reptilian and spiderlike shapes. The "glass windows" lining the wall flicker for a moment, before fading entirely as a rather peculiar tune plays in the hall. There is a rather obvious looking pair of double doors ahead of you. The Good Doctor....Fifteen whole minutes earlier Your Disco based celebrations/torture was interrupted rather rudely by the needlessly high amount of proximity alarms blaring inside of your lab. Your best friend/creation S.C.I.E.N.C.E. tells you rather redundantly that "The proximity alarms seems to have been triggered Sir"; you roll your eyes at this, and march over to the suspiciously undamaged control console to greet the invading Shadowrunners/Future Replacement Lab assistants properly. >>>>>>>>Play the song "Staying Alive" >>>>>>>>Play some ominous organ music >>>>>>>>You know the sound the horror made that caused some of your lab assistants to shit their pants? Didn't you record it or something? But before you started randomly pushing buttons in an attempt to make the damn thing play music, you spent a bit of time reopening the hole in space/time you had closed earlier and threw the treadmill and the bound horror at another horror escaping from the portal; which closed with a rather satisfying *pop* immediately afterwards.

Edmund shrugged at Polly's statement "Why would you need to be reminded?"; he then looked at the towering mass of muscle and stitches called "Rocky" for a moment. Eventually out of politeness he asked Shaun "Ah, so what was your clan like?", before noticing the man's....tail and continuing with "Your uh.....protrusion is showing".

Surprisingly enough Halley's rope didn't snap! Although she did have to spend an awful lot of time dodging the various gears that allow the steadily descending elevator to slowly make it's way towards her. Rather surprisingly Izumi would find no traps inside of the elevator shaft, perhaps because not even the Azzies would see the need for one, or maybe they just relied on the fact that their elevator shafts would be properly guarded by something, like the currently descending elevator. Edmund would find the way blocked by the elevator for a moment, before it continues on its way back down. The Good Doctor decides that the best course of action, and in fact the best motivator for George would be a sudden and unwarranted burst of Disco Music! Because let's face it, you aren't being cruel enough right now aren't you? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dnruGdu9yro You watch as it reels in horror at the sound of the song "Staying alive", and you continuously film it as it desperately tries in vain to run away from you, and your seemingly endless disco music collection.

The words "Well that was obvious" went through Atton's head as he discovered that the bomb shaped creature explodes upon what seemed to be contact, he then walked over to the highest point he could find, and cleared his throat rather loudly before saying "The battle is almost won comrades, and while some of our brave companions have received their share of wounds in this struggle, I am certain that the next time Abaddon comes knocking, it will just be him bumming for tea....the cheap bastard. . ". Atton uses Never Give Up! On Group

Blackadder laughed as he heard Polly's statement about scrawny Wizards, but he then replies with "I think you have been watching too many Wizards, a Proper and experienced Wizard would have either been invisible at the time, or they would have just activated the many spells they had prepared for defending themselves against random attackers and drown the man in so many magical beams that it would like an impromptu pride parade. That or I could just take the classy way out and see if stopping time is a possibility, and then spend the few moments of absolute control I have to create a tea set for him to sit down across, and paint so many explosive runes on a canvas that the explosion would presumably annihilate him, and then spend the remaining moments having tea in the distance as he freaks out. Also I am considering taking fencing classes.".

Edmund nodded in response, at the very least she had a goal, and if the non human races wanted to integrate into the world itself, there should be a fashion world waiting for them somewhere; since let's face it, you can't really be a modern day and cultured person without wearing good looking clothes. He then picks up his guitar and starts strumming it a bit "As I said I am a Wizard, it uh...should be pretty obvious what I want to study, since you know, Chemistry is a surprisingly useful thing to study isn't it? Also....". He stops strumming for a moment to take his great grandfather's silver ciggarilo case, and offers her a mint candy.

For a moment Edmund thought if he should shake Rocky's hand with the firm and steady handshake of someone who wants to seem trustworthy and honest. But he eventually decided to give him the slightly limp handshake of someone who doesn't really care about seeming like anything "Rocky? Did you just want people to make Rock hard jokes or did your parents think they were being 'creative'?". Afterwards he turned to face the perhaps blushing young woman and said "It's nice to meet you to Miss Polly, and I if I may ask...what are you thinking of studying?".