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[LP CYOA] Epic

Discussion in 'Choose Your Own Adventure Land' started by treave, Jun 23, 2012.

  1. Bloodshifter Educated

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    The Hive Tally is Out!​
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  2. Baltika9 Arcane

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    Wait a second... treave, could you tell me more about Russia, in-depth? Their form of governance, ideologies, military capabilities, etc...
    My offhand comment about "Shulgi Prime" got me thinking
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    (Seriously, though, I would like to hear about them, even if they are a complete backwater)
     
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  3. treave Arcane Patron

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    Nah, you don't get mecha in D, you'll be doing things like redirecting traffic to cause gridlocks, hijacking construction robots and then pinning it all on poor Relius while you hold the Emperor hostage from the relative peace and quiet of your own home. Then the Dunamis mess your shit up, something you didn't plan for, and you RAAAAAGE.
     
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  4. treave Arcane Patron

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    Russia is a minor democratic power who have never moved beyond tribal allegiances. They're nominally ruled by a council staffed with representatives from each of the tribes' own elders. They'd be somewhat like the Middle East countries of our time in comparison to the superpowers. Their resources have never really been the subject of war, however, because the last one was fought over Africa, and after that a boom in space mining has resulted in an alleviation of resource scarcity for now.
     
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  5. Baltika9 Arcane

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    This is excellent grounds for an awesome "Peter the I meets Lenin's and Stalin's Lovechild" character.

    ...lifting the country from obscurity to fanatic nationalism and curbstomping everything...the things that could have been. I hope someone else is working on it.
     
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  6. Kipeci Magister

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    Shulgiana: An Empire Under the Sun? Shinari Universalis?
     
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  7. Baltika9 Arcane

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    Meh, too old and too small. A united planet and humanity is what we need, under a fanatic loyalty that would worship the ruler we would have put on the throne like a proper God. My gut tells me Interstellar ITZ fleets and MHD Rape Squads are on their way so we'd better kick Terra into gear.
     
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  8. treave Arcane Patron

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    Battle on the Stage


    track: worldenddominator

    The moment I drink the concoction, there is no going back. Just the act of retrieving it from my pocket causes my guards to raise their weapons with lethal intent. I hastily gulp it down, though the effects won't be felt until I start using my ability. I hope I haven't made a bad batch; I'm not sure what the effects of that are, but they would likely be comically tragic.

    There's no more time to waste. I get started.

    The nearest Dunamis guard is on my left, a man pointing his dagger at me. He comes with a thrust at my throat – a quick, efficient movement to end my life. I would need to shift my position by just a bit to avoid it – stabs are fast and less predictable than swings, but once you move out of the line of attack the trajectory is not easily altered. However, this man is probably a specialist. I step forward, into the path of his dagger, at the same time minimizing the profile of my body by turning to face him with my right shoulder. This also acts to move my body out of the way of his attack. As I had expected, the dagger follows in an inhuman manner. Somehow, he flips his weapon mid-attack, changing from an underhand grip to an overhand grip. The man's arm swerves to the right follow my movements – the dagger is now headed for my heart.

    In his eagerness to attack, he left himself open – to keep his balance while executing that improbable move his feet carry him right in front of Butterfield. With no warning, an aged, iron-like fist smashes into the man's chin, a fast and brutal punch executed with perfect precision. Blood and spittle fly from his lips, and with my augmented senses I can hear his jawbone fracturing into pieces. I pluck the dagger from the man's hand as he falls, its sharp point dangerously close to my chest. He is not out yet – any normal human would've been knocked unconscious by such a punch – but he has been dizzied enough that he only grasps futilely at me. The other Dunamis man is already swinging his sword at Butterfield's exposed back – I throw the dagger at him. It's a clumsy throw, unlikely to harm him, but his sensitive combat instincts make him stop his attack to deflect the knife. I dash past Butterfield, barrelling into the man and knocking him down. As I roll to my feet, the butler drives his fist into the Dunamis guard's neck while he is still on the floor. There is a nasty crunch as several of the cervical vertebrae in that neck are crushed. Standing up, he looks at me, smoothing his butler suit. I grin and give him a thumbs up, which, surprisingly, he returns – though his face is still as stoic as ever. Then, without another word, he picks up the stunned Kyrie, slinging her over one shoulder, and runs.

    Erec is looking over at us, temporarily distracted. I can see the Emperor tense, and he takes his chance. Springing to his feet, he draws his jewel-encrusted longsword. That's the spirit, old man – if you aren't going to go down without a fight, I'm definitely going to try and bail you out. I grab the fallen enemy's sword – another Higashi blade, which seems to be popular amongst their kin. I did spend some time training with Erika and Michael, so I probably won't embarrass myself. I think.

    Two Dunamis are down, and ten more are running towards me. I try to calculate the possibility of holding them off and at the same time getting to the Emperor – not good. There's too many. If I evade them to get to the Emperor, they might head directly after Butterfield and Kyrie. Still, I made the choice to try and save her father. Butterfield will just have to handle whatever pursuers he gets.

    I sprint forwards, pointing the sword low to the ground. They move well as a group – there are few paths I can take to break past them without getting cut to pieces... not to mention the guns that are already being aimed towards me. For all my powers, I won't be able to dodge the bullets once they are fired... but I might not need to. I send out a mass of tendrils from my wrist. The muzzles flash. As the bullets fly towards my position, each of them is met by a few tendrils that have reached the position I desired moments before the triggers were pulled. The tendrils are unable to hold on for long, crumbling swiftly from the bullets' force, but at the same time I manage to drain energy from each bullet. This alters their trajectory enough that as long as I continue moving they will miss me... unless they throw so much lead that I can't stop it all. A hundred bullets are more than I can track, and their submachine guns are slightly too erratic for me to predict accurately. A few of the bullets whiz through, grazing my arms and body. Light wounds are an acceptable trade-off. I manage to get in close enough to disrupt their formation.

    The gun wielders turn around, trying to get a lead on me, but in this position they would hit each other in the crossfire. They realize that almost immediately and leap back, their position in the ranks being replaced instantly by close combat specialists. Damn, who trains these people? I raise my sword to deflect a swing from one of them, the enemy's blade sliding down mine as I push it away. There are only six surrounding me – another four have gone after Butterfield. I try to keep track of all the weapons threatening me. A spear comes at me and I twist out of the way, ducking immediately to avoid the spiked knuckles I had already seen coming at me. A strong, double-handed slash forces me to block and I almost lose my sword in the contest of strength, but I manage to use the force of my enemy's blow to push me away from a well-taken shot, the bullet just barely missing my stomach. Though I can read their movements, they are too fast and strong for me to handle six of them, even for another minute. Whenever I don't move quickly enough, another wound appears on my body. My tendrils are of little use here – they don't move fast enough before they are cut away by the Dunamis... they appear to be experienced at dealing with these.

    They probably haven't seen any used like this before, though; I send them down low, snaking along their feet where it is hard for them to reach. Each tendril takes the most convoluted path possible while evading their attention. It distracts them, and some of the more cautious ones retreat a step back. That's all I need. The moment I see the opening, I raise the tendrils all at once, forming a web as I did while fighting my way out of Julius's laboratory. The tendrils are destroyed easily before I can manage to drain their heat, but the distraction is complete – I slip past them and reach the Emperor, who is prone on the ground, his sword broken in two.

    Thankfully, he's still alive, though there is a terrible, bloody gash from shoulder to belly. That will definitely be fatal if untreated. Erec stands over him, his sword raised high and ready to deliver the coup de grace. I swing my sword at him with all my might. The silver-haired young man makes only the briefest of movements to block my attack.

    His blade locks with mine casually, a contemptuous look on his face.

    “I have no idea what you think you are doing, monster, but if you seek death I shall grant it to you.”

    I am flung backwards by an invisible force – probably the telekinesis he displayed earlier. Even with heightened senses I can't see it coming. Before I can get up, the edge of his sword is already slicing swiftly towards me. I resist the urge to leap up and instead throw myself back to the ground, allowing the blade to pass above me. I kick out, forcing Erec to take a calm step backward. He takes a cold look at me and gestures at the other Dunamis to step back. He wants to handle me himself.

    “I have no interest in playing with a thing like you.” comments Erec coolly. “Your death will however remind people that there are monsters in the guise of humans in this world.”

    “That's some rabid monster hate there. By the way, has anyone ever called you by your initials?” Perhaps I can distract him by talking while fighting. I can do both at the same time. Talking is, after all, a free action. Before I finish my sentence, I begin my attack. He sees it coming and parries with ease. The counter-stroke actually catches me off guard, as he reverses his direction fluidly, taking a half step before spinning into a low cut. Even if I can see it coming, I'm not fast enough to completely evade it in time. The tip of his blade skins my knees, drawing blood. I stumble backwards. Erec continues his attack before I can recover, somehow using the momentum of his low cut to slash upwards vertically. Now this move I've seen before – Erika showed it off once, though Erec's execution is undeniably faster. Knowing it is coming, I manage to bring my sword down to parry it in time.

    That doesn't help. Erec is strong.

    His sword bites into mine – the metal cracks. My arms are forced up, and at the same time a telekinetic blast slams into my chest. I stagger back, my blood pounding in my ears. The next thing he'll do is probably lunge at me, attempting to skewer me through the heart. Sure enough, he tries that. My tendrils swarm forth to attack him, but to no avail. All of them are cut down, crumbling to pieces before they can so much as lay a tender, slimy black appendage on him. Of course, that's not all I have planned. Most of the tendrils are only there to obscure Erec's vision and distract him.

    There is blood all over the stage, no thanks to him. There is a particularly thick patch close by that I had kept my eye on for a while, and now that he is in position... I finish freezing it with my tendrils just as he steps onto it. The superhuman Dunamis slips. Gotcha. I dash forwards and slash at him. One chance is all I need...!

    He recovers and slashes at me, faster than I can follow. Fuck. The bastard had been holding back. This is beyond my calculations, and I cannot respond in time.

    I feel a stinging pain as his sword passes between my ribs, cutting deep into my left lung. Attacking while slipping, his position is too awkward to finish the cut, and Erec settles for drawing his blade out. I take a breath, unaware that I had been holding it. My chest protests excruciatingly at the intake of air. Blood begins to bubble from my nose and throat. I sink to my knees, all the strength in my legs sapped.

    “What were you saying about initials?” asks Erec coldly as he presses the tip of his sword against my throat.

    “... Ah... E.D.” I croak.

    He does not seem amused, but I use the time his question buys me to concentrate the coldness into my eyes. I couldn't use it as long as there was a chance of escape since it burns up my remaining time very swiftly, but in this situation, I would be a fool not to use all I have left.

    The faint blue specks appear, dancing before my eyes. The world is still and silent. I see Erec drawing his sword back, preparing to separate my head and body. I focus. The specks gather and resolve into lines, though on Erec they constantly shift and dissolve. The edge of the sword is coming at me, entirely wreathed in blue.

    I instinctively move my finger up, drawing it along the edge of his moving blade. Though it should have cut my finger apart, it is the sword that splits and breaks as it meets my flesh. At the same time, I rise, pushing back against a shocked Erec. A short, transient blue seam forms across his chest just as my finger touches it. I trace the seam. He stumbles backwards, not knowing what just happened, that stunned expression still on his face. An instant later, dark red blood gushes from his chest. Yelling in rage, the Dunamis rush to protect their leader and crush me into paste. Pricks. Lose a duel and pile on the winner, eh?

    My eyes are burning; I won't be able to hold on to my focus much longer. The constantly shifting lines on all of the living Dunamis are too much for me to follow, but I can do something else. Moving the Emperor might aggravate his wounds, but now I have no choice. Bullets whiz over my head as I prop him up against me. The Dunamis are already closing in. The lines of destruction are clear. With all of my strength, I summon as many tendrils as I can, sending them slicing into the countless lines that zig-zag across the stage. The stage rumbles as the steel, wood and plastics used in its construction break apart. The surprised Dunamis lose their footing as the metal beams supporting the stage's covered awnings crash onto them. I would be safe if I didn't move an inch... well, if I had calculated the cuts correctly, I would be.

    The pain in my eyes gets too much to bear. My vision blurs. Even with the elixir, I cannot sustain this state for any reasonable amount of time.

    That's it. I can't hold on any longer.

    I black out as the stage collapses all around me.
     
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  9. Smashing Axe Arcane Patron

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    :lol:

    Great update. I'll be damned if I know what happens next.
     
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  10. Azira Arcane Patron

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    Silly boy. But a fancy trick nonetheless. :bravo:

    Let's hope Butterfield got Kyrie to safety. M:
     
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  11. Esquilax Arcane

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    :lol:

    I have no idea what the fuck is going on. Wishful thinking on my part, but maybe we'll pull through.
     
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  12. Smashing Axe Arcane Patron

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    My prediction... Kyrie lives, Butterfield dies. We wake up in hospital like we did in the first update. Emperor is in intensive care with no certainty he'll pull through. Kyrie's sitting by our bedside crying. And then possibly blames us for everything or something.
     
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  13. Azira Arcane Patron

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    Of course she'll blame Senya. She's an anime girl, duh.. :roll: That doesn't mean she won't be all gooshy about him though. Anime girls are weird that way.
     
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  14. Esquilax Arcane

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    I disagree, bros. We saved her old man, I think we're at least entitled to a beej at the very least due to our manly bravery. However, I'm a realist - she's a stuck-up rich girl, so I'm not expecting much more than a handjob while we're recovering in intensive care. Poor Senya will probably be in a coma, so he won't even be in a position to enjoy it.

    Who am I kidding - the remaining Dunamis will probably capture us.
     
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  15. treave Arcane Patron

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    Farewell Olympia

    A month after the attack on the Academy, Olympia is still recovering from its effect. Despite the assurances of the government, many of the students that make up much of the town's population have fled home, uncertain of their safety. The streets are deserted, even during the day. I walk – well, hobble – my way along. Then, I stop. The Old Leaves Bookstore was still closed. Erika had disappeared the night prior to the Emperor's arrival, and when I was discharged from the hospital I had found the bookstore shuttered. Shulgi had left behind a brief note.

    “Tracking down Erika. Make sure no one breaks into my shop. We'll have a drink when I get back.”

    Since then, I walked to the bookstore once per day, making sure it was alright. He had left me the keys, but I haven't been inside yet. I wonder if Shulgi's managed to find Erika already.

    “Master, are you sure you should be walking around? You aren't fully recovered yet.” complains Yua.

    “It's fine, don't be such a worrywart.” It had been close. Thankfully, my estimations were correct; I managed to have the stage collapse around me rather than right on top of me. The Dunamis had retreated quickly, carrying their injured, rather than face the swarms of security personnel converging on Olympia from all over Grecian territory. Of course, they probably would have done so anyway after killing the Emperor and Kyrie had I not been there.

    Oh, and the Emperor managed to survive. He's one tough old fart – he was wounded far worse than I was, yet he was up and walking before me. He even signed the bandage over my punctured lung – a very painful experience because of the sharp pen he used – saying that it would probably sell for a hundred thousand.

    I managed to auction it off for half a million.

    Kyrie wasn't very happy when she heard about it. Something about disrespecting her father, I believe. She had Butterfield – another tough old fart; he managed to hold off four Dunamis fighters until they retreated after the stage collapsed – hang me out to dry, literally. For his part, Butterfield told me that I had got red on my suit, expressly against his orders, and a punishment was needed.

    Anyway, though Kyrie's father is still kicking, those wounds aren't something he can just shrug off. I heard from her that he's getting constant dizzy spells and chest pains now. His constitution is becoming weaker, spending more time in bed than out of it, and he is in no position to get back to work leading the Empire. Apparently he might have to check into the hospital again soon.

    That is extremely unfortunate, given what had just transpired two weeks ago.

    The Indus Confederation announced that they would no longer be subject to the whims of the Higashi. The Higashi, loathe to allow such a useful puppet to slip from their grasps, were prepared to use force to bring the Indus back under their thumbs, but they were not prepared for what happened next.

    The Skirmish of Kawamura marked the first use of piloted combat robots in history. The Indus called them Vizala; armored, mechanical giants ten metres high. Balance compensation technology first introduced in construction mechs meant that the Vizala could use their limbs and multi-vectored thrusters to attain control of their agility far surpassing that of any aerospace fighter, using the principles of inertia. In the 360-degree, gravity-free battlefield of space, their utility in close-range combat was well demonstrated when a group of 10 Vizala demolished 30 fighters and 2 battleships that had been stationed outside Kawamura Colony.

    The Higashi invaded the Indus Confederation after that. On the ground, the Vizala did not have as much of an overwhelming advantage against the traditional tanks and aircraft that the Higashi employed. However, they proved to be effective enough as general purpose units operating as part of a combined arms maneuver, offering mobility in particularly dense terrain. The carbon nanotube muscle-powered legs worked well for jumping on tanks, which had never been particularly well-suited to defending against attacks from above.

    The Higashi were bogged down despite their superior numbers, but there was no doubt in anyone's eyes that eventually the Indus would lose. That is, until two days ago. A Higashi counterattack against an Indus space-based factory colony somehow managed to end up in the wrong place, attacking a UNS residential colony instead. Three million people were killed. In the aftermath, the Higashi refused to claim responsibility, instead blaming the attack on Indus machinations. The UNS were not convinced. They declared war on the Higashi soon after.

    That left the Neo Shinar Empire as the only great power that remained free from the conflict. It would probably be too much to hope that will remain so, I guess.

    I look around. My walk had taken me close to the Academy. Today is a weekend; there are no school activities. Keiko had told me that the cult was calling her back, and she took a long leave of absence from the school. That was just before the outbreak of the war. I wonder what the cult is doing now.

    “Master, there's something I need to say-” Yua begins to tell me something, but she is interrupted by my ringing phone. It's Kyrie.

    “Hold on, Yua, let me take this call for a while.”

    “Senya, this is bad.” Those are the first words that come out of her mouth.

    “Let me guess, the board of directors are up to something stupid.”

    “How did you -”

    Well, I really could've guessed the moment I laid eyes on those bitter, humourless assholes. I could see the lust for power and wealth just flowing from them without activating my ability.

    “Lucky guess. Do tell me what they're doing, though.”

    “They just tabled and approved a motion to have my father put on indefinite leave until he fully recovers. The definition of recovery is subject to their interpretation.”

    “Well, that sounds bad, but it should be manageable. Your father does need to rest. You said he wasn't doing very well.”

    “I know. But in his absence, and since I am not of age to take over the company, the board will be regents.”

    “We'll just have to deal with it on a case by case basis.” I don't like the idea of those old coots in charge, but surely they can't be that bad if they've made it this far as directors?

    “Perhaps... well, the first thing they did as regents was to send me away.”

    That was unexpected.

    “Where?”

    “Neo Heliopolis. It's one of our research colonies at Lagrange Point 3. They're saying that in such times of crisis, I need to be off-world and somewhere safe.”

    “They just want you out of their rapidly thinning hair so they can consolidate their power. What does your father have to say?”

    “He agreed to it. Neo Heliopolis is pretty far removed from any of the major conflict points.”

    I sigh. “I see. Well, I suppose I'll see you when this is all over, Kyrie. I'll just have to hang out with Michael until everyone gets back.”

    “Hm. Did you really think that you would get off that easy?” I can hear that familiar sadistic tone creeping into her voice. I don't like the sound of that. “Running off by yourself to save my father and getting the both of you terribly hurt in the process... don't think I'll forgive you for that.”

    “You should be thanking me for that, no?” I venture.

    “Thank you? Oh, no. Not at all. I must have lost ten years off my life at the shock. You'll need to pay me back for that... and you can start by going to Neo Heliopolis with me.”

    “...what?”

    “It's all been arranged for. Butterfield will be picking you up in the helicopter shortly. You don't need to pack.” She hangs up.

    “Master!” shouts Yua in a panic, finally getting through to the conversation. “There's people in black packing up all the stuff, what should I do? What should I do? They're going to stuff me in a box!”

    I can hear the sound of a helicopter's rotors whirring as it approaches me from behind.



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  16. treave Arcane Patron

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    Unfortunately things are a bit cheerier than you guys expected. :(

    Maybe I should've gone full grimdark.
     
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  17. Azira Arcane Patron

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    Uh-oh. We're gonna be space-rats.

    This is continually sending off stronger and stronger Ender vibes. :bro:
     
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  18. Storyfag Perfidious Pole Patron

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    But who will be looking after Shulgi's shop while we're in Neo Heliopolis? We need to find a suitable guardian for the place!
     
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  19. treave Arcane Patron

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    Michael 'Weeaboo' Islington, of course. His sword shall cut down any intruders like cherry blossoms in spring. :troll:

    I suppose this is kinda like Ender... If Ender was a giant robot designer/pilot.
     
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  20. Smashing Axe Arcane Patron

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    I'm curious about the paths unwalked if you care to oblige.

    What would have happened to us if we succeeded with Yua, Weeaboo or Erika's pathline? Nice chapter ending btw. I think that's one of the first generally successful ends we've had since this thing began. Of course it would've been better if we had managed to defeat Relius before he hatched his plan (I think the Emperor'd be in better health) but then I suspect we wouldn't have voted for the Kyrie path, instead going with Erika.
     
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  21. TOME Cuckmaster General

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    Stupid humans. Waging war among themselves when the masters are still out there. Shulgi should grow balls and take control of the planet.
     
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  22. Smashing Axe Arcane Patron

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    Who says this isn't all part of his plan to do just that?
     
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  23. treave Arcane Patron

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    Yua path is... well, if you had followed the Yua choices, you would have gone back to your old terrorist ways. Means you spend time cooped up with your AI and not talking to other people. Your mindset remains that the world fucking sucks... so you're going to change it. You see the war as an opportunity - you do not leave Olympia, but from there you begin networking and gathering the disaffected online. From a certain point of view you're making a 'cult' of your own, I suppose, but through the internet. In Ender's Game parlance you would be something like Locke/Demosthenes, except more illegal and terroristy.

    Weeaboo is joke path. You need to pick the training with the club choice at the very first opportunity, and all the club training choices thereafter, to get access to it. I was kinda certain no one would take it, but if they had, the world would have been swayed by the power of the glorious weeaboo after seeing it live on TV saving the Emperor. This turns all inhabitants into desu-fanyatics. Then the Masters arrive and we fuck their shit up desu.

    If you had kept picking Erika choices, you would have been able to talk down most of the Dunamis from going along with Erec's plan, swaying them to support Erika as the new leader. Erec flees to do more plotting and Erika goes after him. You go with her, chasing down Erec as he does some dastardly deeds which I will not reveal here since he will be doing those on our current path anyway, except with the backing of the entire clan. As it is now, you wouldn't have been able to talk down the clan and the only thing you could've succeeded at was not dying. Then you go on a road-trip with Shulgi.

    If you had fled with Kyrie the Emperor dies and the Dunamis strike terror in all the Imperial family, successfully taking over. You take Kyrie and return to Higashi to stay with your parents while you figure out what to do, but then the war starts...
     
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    Amazing Treave fricking amazing I called it I effing called that but noooo now we get kidnapped by Miss. Tsundere to be her M-Dog to her S. I hope you guys are liking what you did.
     
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  25. Azira Arcane Patron

    Azira
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    Copenhagen, Denmark
    Codex 2012
    Playing around with giant killer robots in space? Sure. Sounds peachy. If we can diddle the heiress while we're at it, all the better. :troll:
     
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