>>6376303
Honestly you HAVE been rather busy. Mostly in regards to living off women and establishing yourself with the 'right' factions but hey you have to start somewhere. Plus you even managed to get some time to do some SCIENCE! That even combined your two favorite things! Truly, you are a genius.

>>6376304
"Still got those damn Oathkeeper tails on us," grumbles a wrangler.

"Bastards nearly sniped some of us if it weren't for some of you big guys. I cannot believe how accurate or perceptive you fuckers are despite the blizzard," pointed out another.

Only for a nearby hulking mishapen mutant with far too many eyes simply shrugs as it 'holds' its grotesquely oversized mixture between a resized artillery cannon and anti material rifle as if it were a lightweight toy. "They have still been on us almost this whole time, and they have gotten sneakier than before," The hulking mutant states.

"Still, we have clearly been marked...we are the only ones with mutants and ghouls grouping together," states the mutant boss.

"You think they'll take a chance at us?" Questions the wrangler boss.

"Heh, no. Whatever is going on with the machines has had them back off temporarily."

They spoke as you finally entered the Industrial Zone. You noticed large swathes of it were still blacked out entirely, but other sections were rumbling to life. You could hear the churning of active machinery within. Even with some automated trucks and railcars moving with industrial robots at work. Going further in meant either visiting the security gates or finding another way in...you approach the gates. You have your suspicions about what is going on with the AI even if you haven't checked directly with AWD. As you approach, you pull out your idea. Shame about not having a better uniform yet, but honestly, your Abyss one offers far superior protection.

"HALT. ID REQUESTED. THIS IS NOW A RESTRICTED AREA," Shouts out a sentry bot on alert.

"SCANNING...SCANNING...CREDENTIALS CONFIRMED," Speaks a robobrain squatting in the security office desk. "TEMPORARY ACCESS GRANTED."

"Uh, what about my companions?"

"BIOWEAPON REGISTRATION ACCEPTED UNDER BOB PETTER. BOB PETTERIS IS RESPONSIBLE FOR ALL ACTIONS OF BIOWEAPONS BROUGHT IN BY HIMSELF." It coldly states.

"Huh, we are a bunch of bioweapons?" Grumbles one ghoul.

"Oh shut up, at least it's enough to get us in," states another.

The mutants meanwhile, shrug it off since technically many of them did indeed come from some bioweapon project or another.

"Uh any place I can see what war materials are available and who is in charge?" You ask the robobrain the clear 'brain' of this operation.

"Check the registry for available resources. Command is REQUISITIONED under total war protocols under AWD AUTOMATA WARFARE. All resources are temporarily under drafted martial law and order."

"Ah, so there IS an AWD AI installed in here, right?" You confirmed.

"Supervisory unit for industrial oversight has indeed been deployed on the premises," confirmed the robobrain.

"Well, that makes things MUCH easier. How many AI units were originally installed?"

"Partial conversion following worker riots and management crisis over increasing automation. Phasing out of labor requirements confirmed in older industrial zones.

>>6376305
Infected worker contractual obligations withheld and transferred to outlying, outdated industrial parks. Updated zones feature full automata suites including top of the line AI oversight and review," finishes explaining the robobrain.

"So where is the AWD AI?" You inquire.

"ACCESS DENIED. HIGHER CLEARANCES REQUIRED." It responds.

"Figures," you sigh. "Well, at least getting what we need shouldn't be too big a problem." You head over to a nearby office building, which should contain the registry that will reveal what is available. Oh boy, do you ever. The offices were completely empty except for a few skeletons that the Handies haven't realized are dead and instead still working overtime. There youare, after scavenging around for a bit, finally find the up to date registry on a terminal in the sales department. Ther,e it lists available goods that flash in and out as they get 'bought' or 'requisitioned'. Stil,l from the looks of it, most goods being bought are trade goods or life necessities. The rest are construction or war materials. Are all contested in what is available in the 'market'. Which just so happens to completely spare what you're after. All that lab equipment and parts you need.

"Holy shit...they have THIS much stuff...it even explains how much is being produced on a daily basis and what is available. Holy fuck, even stuff that is on sale? What kind of market...what do we pay for this?" Questions a ghoul wrangler using another terminal.

"Payment processors...offline. Cash may be turned into 'caps' for requisitions. Daily allotment for citizens...additional trade offers for precious metals, raw materials, and fuel direct exchanges are available in the registered vendor stations," you read aloud.

"You think they take jewelry?"

"Well, probably not the gems but the metal, yeah," you respond.

"Still, I don't get how the fuck is all this shit online and working? No people? No buyers. Nobody in charge...what the hell is going on," mutters another wrangler.

This time, you stayed silent as you had a pretty good idea of what was happening. Normal places should be getting ravaged by disasters, war, plague, and endless shortages but city...it never truly ran out of resources for some reason. There was always MOAR. Thanks to that...it was a prime target for AWD requisitions. Still, while a lot was available, you noticed top of the line and custom spec weren't available. Meaning you had to go somewhere else to find the best of the best, and that is sorta what you need to. There is only one place you can think of to scavenge it...luckily, you sent a message back to rendezvous with someone who should be able to help.

Katarina.

Only you expect this trip to be far more dangerous than the industrial sector, crawling with machines. Your ID still works here after all but the next place you plan to visit...the bioweapons escaping from there won't care.

>>6376306
No way you're getting inside there without one hell of a fight, but if you're gonna take the risk anyway, might as well go big, right? So after coughing up all the goodies you need to get the stuff ordered and packaged away for later transport. You head over to the most feared quarter in all the research zones.

>Think Tanks

There were a lot of terrible rumors about those places even before the bombs. Stuff you heard plenty about all 'conspiracies' of course...but after discovering Abyss and what was hiding beneath the city. You realized that there was far more truth in those rumors than anyone could imagine. If anything, they were downplaying it big time. The research zone was indeed in utter chaos. You could find remains of machines, ghouls, and bioweapons littering the entire place. Along with regular screams, unspeakable sounds, and gunfire spread chaotically throughout. Taking a glimpse into the nearby labs...you confirmed some suspicions of yours.

It wasn't a complete lifting of the lockdown. Instead, it was partial, and it was planned out carefully. Evacuation channels for any surviving personnel. Carefully ordered formations of robots to hold the line or a PURGE. System power and resources were instead rerouted directly to keep the truly...dangerous things contained for as long as possible. Apparently, anything that was deemed to be 'weak' was simply freed. Enabling the ghouls and robots to clean them up theoretically outside. Given the sheer volume of fighting both past and present...clearly the plan didn't work out so well.

Still, you don't know what other countermeasure is gonna get flipped next. Especially as you went deeper, you encountered fiercer and fiercer resistance. Luckily, you had enough IDs scavenged from fallen robots rigged into pass you off. With the ghoul wranglers carefully surrounding you all to keep away the other ghouls. It still wasn't enough. The bioweapons set loose were simply too numerous and strong. Worst of all, the deeper in you got, the worse the anomalies that kept on surging forth. Half the time, it felt like you lost more forces to damned weather changes than the actual bioweapons.

Still, eventually you succeeded, albeit barely and at great cost, to enter the very heart of the research zones...

>Discovered location:
>THINK TANK

Unsurprisingly, you found many of the facilities here were still fully locked down. Apparently, whatever is inside is considered too dangerous to release and conserve resources. In addition, you also saw broken facilities reminiscent of Abyssal facilities, which were often breached from the inside. While the remaining few had partial lockdowns lifted. Here, you could feel the buzzing and crackling within your head. With wild fluctuations in the weather was constant. Even micro tears in reality, if your head wasn't playing tricks on you...

Here, though, you knew the best stuff was gonna be. Only major concern though...was how empty it was and quiet. TOO quiet.

>>6376307
"The only problem is getting out, huh? I thought retrieval would have been a problem." You mutter, ignoring her blatant signals.

"Heh, there USED to be quite the top of the line security system...key phrase used to be. Most of them are wrecked. They were never designed to handle the kind of trouble and damage anomalies would unleash. Who knows how long before the remainders will fall apart? This place is arguably one of the most dangerous, if not the most dangerou,s in the whole city. Right now, it's still just barely getting started. So think carefully about what you want to grab before we leave."

"Any idea on where all the...escapees went? Why didn't they stick around?"

"Hiding. Even anomalies are dangerous to them...so far. Plus, if you haven't noticed, there isn't anything here for them to prey upon. Even the robots haven't managed to force their way this deep yet. They're too busy trying and failing to guard a perimeter. Much less rally enough troops to purge the facilities. Much less reach this deep."

"I need the stuff for Many Heads. Including some cloning equipment for some reason besides that, though," your mind is buzzing full of possibilities. The very best tech all right here for you to grab...only, how are you gonna take it back home? DAMN IT. So many choices...still, you have a few that are a must grab. Fertility. Robotics. Superhuman genome... then again, you can probably visit AWD for the robotics. Assuming you manage to earn enough ranks to get access to their juiciest goodies, but the think tanks may have stuff even they don't have. Whatever you try to grab, you need to somehow leave with it. That drastically reduces your options and carrying capacity...

choices. Choices. CHOICES. Damn it, how are you supposed to make up your mind? Then your gaze flickers over to a bunch of female ghoul wranglers and Katarina...hm. Who says it has to be your problem again? I mean, you DO keep them around for a reason, right?

What do?
>Gigolo gonna gigolo
>Leave it to the experts
>Visit the breached facilities for loot
>Visit semi opened facilities for loot
>Peruse the locked down facilities
>Other?

This is an extremely rare, exceptional opportunity to have access to the very best loot a 100 can offer in this region, and the guardians are currently...distracted. While security is still semi functional and the environment hasn't completely gone to hell yet.

>>6376303
Need to know info. Character build is a very...odd one. Went with charisma adjacent build despite having shit charisma and speech/barter. Compensated via perks and doubling down on a selection who is otherwise very lacking. MC is capable of fighting but is extremely cowardly and prefers to hide behind others/fight dirty. Does technically have the ability to fight just prefers having others do so despite not having the right perks or build so...yeah. Moving into more noncombat skills like science in order to further engage in Bob's preferred hobbies when he isn't plowing deadly pussy as if his life depends on it given his tastes it does.

Quest is a dynasty quest. MCs are expendable and WILL die. You have children to prevent a game over as they will become the next MC.

Currently reviewing some stuff, as I didn't account for such a cowardly MC build that does its best to avoid fighting and prefers to live entirely off others. Also have to calculate the peculiar EXP gains and what perks leveled up. Stud level ups are based on successful birth and difficulty of impregnation, so they will be the slowest in theory.

Currently character is speccing into a noncombat and support specialist. In terms of behavior...a completely amoral scumbag who only cares about two things. Beyond that really don't care/would rather dump it on someone else to handle. Including his own survival and needs. Not that he cannot mind you but why bother when she'll do it for him? Yeah the character in question has HUGE character flaws and issues. Of which instead of resolving he simply prefers to double down on to a suicidal degree.

Most likely cause of death is deadly sex or science gone awry.

PENDING
Bob Petter
LV 9

S:10
P:9
E11
C:3
I:11
A:10
L:5

Trait: One Hander bonus to one handed weaponry(including unarmed) and penalty to two handed weapons
Barter 11
Energy Weapons 23
Explosives 100(Mastery available choose +5 or +1 crit)
Guns 25
Lockpick 23
Medicine 24
Melee 25
Repair 27
Science 46
Sneak 25
Speech 11
Survival 38
Unarmed 66

Demolition Expert Rank 1 +20% explosive damage
Lady Killer Rank 2 +10% to female targets. Bonus speech options. Easier to persuade.
Mad Bomber Rank 1 (custom recipes now available)
Femme Fatale Fanatic
Superhuman
Sexpert
Stud

>>6376308
>Visit semi opened facilities for loot
I assumed breached will be wrecked, and locked down will be too risky. Middle ground should still have stuff to grab.

>>6376342
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2026/6338149/
Also new archive link for last thread

>>6376320
>>Peruse the locked down facilities
We got a few way we could get in.

>>6376342
>>6376507
Give me 2d100s. This is a hard roll so first roll counts only unless crit.

Rolled 38, 87 = 125 (2d100)

>>6376721

Rolled 135 (1d200)

>>6376721

Rolled 86, 52 = 138 (2d100)

>>6376721
whoops, Let's spend half our sanity on the first roll.

Rolled 4 (1d100)

>>6376727
Lets hit the two places that aren't wrecked. I doubt the loot is intact in the breached ones, and I'm afraid of what might still be lurking there on the loose," you state. As a result, the forces split up. Only trouble is nobody has any real brains except for you and Katarina. Meaning you had to personally investigate each facility in order to make sure you grab the right stuff.

Oh boy did they have great shit. Abyss was secretive and had many secret supporters...ultimately weren't rich. Too busy trying to save humanity, which as it turns out isn't good for profits. This places though? Top of the line. Everything. Even the places that had been temporarily unsealed to release the less dangerous specimens and allow evacuation. They didn't care too much about what they left behind. In fact, your greatest pain was the sheer volume of loot you had to leave behind. Too many damned crazy ghouls died on the way here as meatshields. Honestly, not very many of them were left, so they didn't work too well as pack mules. Just not enough of them and you all do need the meatshields.

However, there wasn't without problems. For one thing, the facilities that were partially unlocked had upgraded seals and clearances. So you didn't have the right credentials at all and got denied deeper access. Even for Katarin, it would be time consuming to hack and bypass their security measures. Given that they are currently trying to contain something so dire that the entire City + factions like AWD want nothing to do with...really not worth the risk. Still, what was available was way too much to handle. You actually had to be super picky on what to grab and frankly you leave far too much behind...who knows if you can ever come back here again. AWD is throwing everything it can to secure the perimeter and failing. The shit that was released was deemed 'less dangerous'.

Meanwhile, you couldn't resist checking out the really tempting stuff. The only facilities still under complete lockdown...imagine what they could be hiding? Just gotta make sure it's still properly locked down and there isn't some kind of abomination trying to breach the last doors to freedom. You've seen the remains of that happening with Abyss. So you know the warning signs.

>Perception checks passed
>Perception check failed
>Intelligence checks passed
>Repair checks failed
>Science check passed
>Science checks failed

Searching around you and Katarina soon find the facilities in full lockdown that in theory shouldn't be too bad to access. With your combined credentials thanks to a certain black ops borg that you remind yourself needs some special loving because holy shit you underestimated how great that ID was. Plus Katarina's superior hacking and physical bypassing. You soon gained entry. Holy shit, you thought the opened ones were good but this? PRISTINE. Untouched. No evacuation. No looting. Nothing. Security humming loudly and fully powered.

Rolled 88 (1d100)

>>6376854
>Dat roll
Welp so much for security being a problem. LOL.
----
This...this was the motherload of all motherloads. Best of all, it clearly marked out the most dangerous areas with various projects gone wrong and where containment is the strongest. Including holding cells. Which you all decided to avoid. Whatever the fuck they are working on isn't worth trying to peek at or get murdered horribly by. These facilities also aren't potentially hiding anything that got loose or wandered inside. Much safer. Just the security systems and whatever hell the anomalies are unleashing to worry about. As you notice, that sorta stuff tends to cause 'glitches' and malfunctions at best.

Only now, your limited carrying capacity is really killing you. So much stuff you simply cannot take with you. So many tools. So much equipment. Too much gear. Research...wait, research? You wonder if you have enough storage to steal it...surely Abyss would also love a copy, right? You might even find out whatever the hell it was that caused shit to hit the fan. Fortunately it turned out that was what Katarina's was prioritizing. As she had massive data storage drives brought in that were heavily armoured, she plugged them in and started downloading after bypassing their security measures.

"...You aren't interested in the loot?" You couldn't help but ask her as she reviewed some particularly interesting files.

"Heh I wish. Rather not torment myself with things I cannot hope to bring back. Besides, when I went to the undersea cityscape, I managed to 'acquire' a lot of loot and collected some debts. I am hanging out with Abyss for mutual assistance. Not like I need them, but thanks to their rampant paranoia, the number of their faculty surviving is high enough to be useful, but compare that to this place? Noticed there are no faculty in here?"

"...You got a point about that," you admit. It's truly strange. Everything is pristine and intact...but all the employees are simply gone? That doesn't make any sense.

"They were liquidated as a means of damage control and loss prevention," she spoils it for you.

"What? That is madness. Whoever can work in here is irreplaceable! Even Abyss doesn't kill off their faculty that much...except for their interns anyway. Sucks to be one of them, apparently."

"Heh you vastly overestimate them. Even my precious USSR and China would do the same thing. In research, this is dangerous...if anything goes wrong. Kill off any and all potential leaks while containing the problem until it can be dealt with, and if it cannot be dealt with, than self destruct the facility with everything inside."

"Wait all these think tanks are rigged to blow up?"

"Not sure the details of their self destruct mechanism, given their location, but I wouldn't be surprised if they were all secretly rigged with nukes. Not like it's something that they will show in the floor plans."

"Are we safe then?"

Rolled 68 (1d100)

>>6376857
"For now...clearly the anomalies have caused it to malfunction as well. Otherwise, those breaches would never have happened."

"Shit. Anyway to manually trip them?"

She shrugs. "I wouldn't know. It would take quite some time to break apart this facility and find the correct mechanism. After all, they don't want the faculty to easily find it when they're dealing with experiments gone awry or handling repairs. They always hide it deep and well."

That was when you were interrupted with a crackling voice over the radio, strange screams, and gunfire.

"We may have a problem out here," states the wrangler boss.

"What's going on?"

"Our perimeter is being breached by escaped experiments gone wrong. Also, teams encountered resistance in the partially opened facilities. Turned out not everything was left."

"How bad are the losses?" Asks Katarina.

"Running out of crazies, and the other muties are taking quite the beating. Luckily, our mutie allies aren't made up of a bunch of rejects. Would be nice if some of them made it here, though. To be frank, we are out of meatshield,s and what comes next isn't gonna be pretty. I don't know how the hell we are getting out of here alive."

"I wouldn't worry about that. I made sure to bring some...special Chimera along. Shame there aren't many of them, but they should get the job done. Make sure to recover the bodies and any scrap metal or lost gear. With the resources I have here...I should be able to cultivate for us a special batch. Should be enough for us to break out," instructs Katarina.

"You brought something special along?" You inquire.

>Intelligence check passed
>Medicine check failed
>Science check failed

"I'm afraid your skills are too lacking to fully appreciate what I brought with. A real shame. If only I had time to fully recalibrate the chimera strains for the apocayplyse I could show you their full potential," states Katarina as she heads off. "I already marked what I intend to recover. The rest is up to you. I need to quickly cultivate a special batch to get us out alive. Luckily, this place has everything I need and then some. Many Heads was so kind as to hand over some key findings of his. So make sure you hit the facility involving the parasites. That is where one of his 'missing' hives went. I'm sure it would want it back. Most dearly."

"Ah...damn if only you knew more. You haven't even begun to scratch the actual specialties of Many Heads. Still stuck on what it considers the 'basics'."

"What kind of hive?"

"Mutated variant that went parasitic and was affected by the anomalies. Nasty stuff but luckily, there aren't many hosts for it. So right now it should be plenty weak...well, except for whatever the anomalies cooked up with it."

Rolled 77 (1d100)

>>6376858
"I remember Many Heads mentioning it only a few times. I'm surprised he told you all about it."

"It was very enthusiastic and happened to have some potential synergy. It really was a research exchange. After all the Chimera strains I had have become quite worthless after this. None of them is calibrated correctly anymore. I have to start from scratch anyway with new strains," sighs Katarina. "Still should be enough to get us out of this mess. From what I can tell, your forces are largely exhausted, yes?"

"...The meatshields, yeah. Any more losses are gonna hurt a lot from now on. Neither the wranglers nor these elite mutants are exactly replaceable."

With that, you soon call over the mutant boss and tell him about the new priority target.

"Hive? What priority?"

"High...no top level. Special Request of Many Heads," you state, changing your mind.

"Hm...we can grab it. If Many Heads wants it that bad, we'll make sure to get it."

"Good...just try not to damage it too much, alright? It needs to be salvageable at least."

"Heh, no promises, but we'll try. Whatever it has for defenses though. Don't expect any samples."

"Fine. Many Heads will just have to live with no hosts to start with."

After that, you considered what you should prioritize. If it's light, you can carry a lot more of it. Papers. Schematics. If you could only find the right ones would be more than worth it. Data too. As for the actual equipment, gear, and tools lying all around. Damn it, your carrying capacity is so limited, but if it's fully locked down, would the trucks still be there in the garage? No wait, that would just paint a bigger target on your back, and fat chance moving a truck safely through this mess. Damn it. Looking around, you can tell all their stuff is much better stock than what Abyss has. Plus, you would like to take some back for your own lab back home...traveling back and forth is exhausting. Not to mention the pent up and sexually frustrated ladies are especially bad for your health.

What do you prioritize?
>Data
>Papers
>Tools
>Equipment
>Samples
>Katarina
>Other?

You may choose more than one option, but make sure to list them according to priority.

>>6376868
>Samples
>Katarina
>Data
>Papers

>>6376868
In order:
>Hive/samples
>Data
>Katarina
>tools

>Tools to help carry more stuff
Do they have big dog mechs or Mister Handy, maybe exoskeletons or any of that sort that helps take more stuff out?

>>6376909
Exoskeleton frames, protectrons cargo, and high security trucks. Obviously all are vulnerable and obvious as fuck.

>>6377042
And to check the obvious, are all hostile things fast enough to chase the trucks while escaping?

Rolled 77, 29, 95 = 201 (3d100)

>>6377271
Some of them are. Even bigger problem is the heavy hitters(like tossing vehicles that than explode like nukes ontop of you). As well as blockages from stuck vehicles and rubble. You only made it this far due to amazing rolls and have a LOT of cannon fodder serving as meatshields that soaked up all the losses. The issue is you just ran out of them completely as they bought the dust buying time for looting and watching the perimeter. With only Katarina potentially having a solution to bail your asses out of the fire or its GGnot for real this time as you pregnant women carrying your offspring this time. The MC WILL die, though. That is assuming you don't get swarmed. As currently it's a free for all brawl between the escapees, crazed ghoul hordes, and robots.

That is assuming the weather doesn't choose to shit itself via anomaly bullshit, as you are currently located in one of the two most dangerous zones in the entire city. It is debate which is worse than the other.

>>6376884
>>6376909
#1 Samples oh dear
#2 Tied Katarina/Data
#3 Tied Tools/Papers

Too bad nobody realized uniques/treasures were an option. Too bad.

Rolled 41 (1d100)

>>6377596
"Attention to all forces. Priority #1 is collecting all samples. I repeat, priority #1 is sample collection." You first begin realizing that samples are not only extremely portable but also easy to snap up while fighting for your lives. "Priority #2 is data. Make sure to extract the portable hard drives brought along by Katarina's forces and make sure they're stuffed full. Do you see a computer or some research files? Grab it. Lastly, Priority #3 is anything else portable. Tools and papers. The biggest items we'll be looting are anything data storage related and larger samples."

With that...you needed to see Katarina for what you got next for your crazy ass plan. You know you don't have the skills to gain access, but she does. Too bad you hadn't brought some black ops Borgs, as that would also have worked. So first went to see while rushing through whatever you can to grab, while being extremely choosy. It hurt to leave so much behind. Oh, what you could have done with some of the equipment here. Alas, it's just too damned bulky and heavy. Why does nobody ever think to make shit smaller?

Still, you found Katarina right outside a biotechnical think tank specializing in medical and research material provisioning. Which you soon found out upon entering, ignoring the massive pools of blood and mountains of eerily similar corpses...meant cloning facilities. VAST cloning facilities. All the while, a suspicious cargo container pulsating with energy fields and covered in tarp was wheeled directly into the heart of the facility. You noticed that many of the cloning tanks had been hacked into and crudely modified. There was Katarina typing on the terminals and inputting unknown orders, but she stopped when her 'package' arrived. Pulled it off and deactivated the force field,s revealing what it was hiding...a neat, small hill of pulsating grey matter, draped in pulsating mycelium, and covered in carefully modified cybernetic and even computer components.

>Repair checks failed
>Medicine checks failed
>Science checks failed
>Intelligence check passed

You have no idea what that thing is, to be honest. Even when you looked up available Chimera files...you never saw anything like it. Even from their hives and most heavily infested zones. Yet there is Katarina petting it with her uncovered hands as if she were her most favorite pet...and then tapping onto a slab of flesh neatling revealing a concealed terminal connecting to it. That she proceeds to start rapidly typing.

"Well well...I thought you would be too busy on a free shopping spree, and it's not late enough for some late night fun, now is it? What brings you here?" Asks Katarina without looking up from the overgrown terminal she is typing on.

"Uh...got a special favor to ask from you that only you can do. I need access...to the locked-down parts of the installation."

"What?" That made her pause and look at you with a raised eyebrow. "Are you mad? Those areas are locked down for a reason."

Rolled 34 (1d100)

>>6377605
"I don't need it ALL uplifted...just enough to access their data and sample storage."

"...Oh my you really are going big, aren't you? You truly want everything?"

You shrug in response. "Might as well before the data gets corrupted or the samples become contaminated. Besides, it would be an utter shame if the research dies with them."

"...I may have underestimated you truly," she mutters with a frightening smile that gives you just the 'right' tingles.

>Perception check passed

You just ignore how even the thing she is typing on and the chimera soldiers around her also tremble at it.

"Yes...I can do that. We won't have much time however. A vulnerability like that will both wake up the entire security system and provide an opening for what it is trying to contain."

"But it can be done..."

"Certainly let me finish up here real quick and say goodbye to a dear old comrade of mine. After that, once I begin you will need to haul ass and grab everything ASAP, then extract as if hell itself is breathing down your neck the whole time."

"Sounds...fun and excuse my curiosity...what is THAT thing exactly?" You couldn't deny your curiosity, and with Katarina in such a good mood pretty sure she is gonna let something slip she normally wouldn't.

"Ah this...officially was the command module of nests meant to better direct and control chimera bioweapons. Unofficially, it was what I was toying with on how to upgrade and push past the nesting phase. Ended up running out of time and unfortunately for me, this strain will no longer be viable. A real shame, given how long I kept it. It is one of the oldest of its kind and, unlike the others, was never destroyed or forced to hibernate. Many consider the War Mothers my Magnum Opus of scientific achievement in war sciences, but for me personally, I never saw it that way. The war mothers...were just a tool. A machine. This was meant to be so much more. Alas, it is no longer viable, and this is my final farewell to it and my Chimera."

"Wait... you're abandoning the Chimera?" You utter in shock. Never expecting her to abandon one of her key specialties.

"These are too outdated. The strains are no longer viable. Not after all, pure humans are going extinct, while there is pervasive radiation and mutagen exposure to compete against. Thus, I will have to make all new ones from scratch," Katarina sighs."However, I do not wish to...throw them away. Not truly. They were my most trusted comrades throughout my life. They deserve a dignified end...and the ability to revel in their true potential and power before the end. With these cloning facilities, nearby armories, and even experimental tech available to them. They will reach the peak of their potential instead of surviving with just battlefield scraps. Who knows, they might evenbe able to adapt, but at the very least they will buy us time to escape and sacrifice themselves for humanity one last time."

Rolled 98 (1d100)

>>6377613
So your...setting them loose in the perfect habitat against the strongest of foes and environmental threats to either sink or swim...but you don't say that. Clearly she is hoping for a miracle.

"A...most worthy last sacrifice for them but why give it up entirely?"

"Not entirely. I just need to develop new strains but that will be a costly and not a timely affair. Contrary to what you may think bioweapons weren't THAT common on the battlefield and specifically most of them weren't made from mutagens but carefully engineered. Much easier to plan and build around. Still I finished up here. So next prepare to run VERY fast."

WARNING

SYSTEM BYPASS DETECTED

WARNING

SECURITY BREACH DETECTED

WARNING

BREACH IMMINENT

ALL SAFEGUARDS ENGAGED

WARNING

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT YOU WEREN'T KIDDING," you scream, dashing down a hallway as the previously far too silent facility suddenly wakes up as a whole, and you can hear unearthly bellows from behind. Followed by robotic screeches and automated defensive systems firing up.

"Look on the bright side...I think we DID get everything based on their targeting priority," laughs Katarina ,dodging bullets, lasers, and missiles with inhuman grace. "Admittedly, I MAY have gotten sloppy on account of the rush and not having to worry about any reports going up the chain." She finally admits.

Damn, you wish you could move like that..."Wait, this was on purpose?"

"Well, I need to buy some time for the Chimera to finish infesting and growing the first batch. Plus, I would hate to miss a test run, right? Who knows when I'll get to visit again?"

Sure enough, you see those misshapen reinforcements stagger in...except these ones are different. Seamless even unlike the previous patchwork frankesteins. Then you couldn't help but draw in your breath when you realized how armoured and well armed they are. As they opened fired providing cover for you two to escape with their own bodies.

"What the fuck is that? I thought Chimera were...uh...what's the word?"

"Ugly and misshapen? Actuall,y given the opportunity, that is what their true forms would like, but when all you have of battlefield carrion and scrapped gear to work with, you do what you can," smugly states Katarina. "Too bad this almost never happened. Especially after a uh... 'accident' of mine during an experiment to test their limits. Too 'uncontrolled' and 'dangerous', they said. Finally changing their minds when they finally got what they were demanding all along the pricks...these ones aren't quite the best though. The best take time to grow. These fast grown ones burn out too easily and are notably weaker. Some stuff you just cannot rush if you want optimal performance."

"So fucking fast? How did you manage to lose the war?" you grumble.

>>6377614
"We aren't the only ones with fancy toys and no resources," she chuffs.

Finally escaping outside. You, along with all the mutants, were gasping for breat,h having escaped the awakened deathtraps. Not even having time to catch your breath. As you all needed to run. Looking around though, you were surprised. Notably, the wranglers had somehow 'acquired' some new ghouls...albeit these ones are distinctly different. Sort of reminds you of the trap the ghouls had laid for the Oathkeeper,s but these ones...definitely much bigger and meaner looking. You're used to the decay and bloating of ghouls but not these guys. On top of that...when did a bunch of robots start showing up? A deep strike from AWD, and they just happened to run into you? That wasn't the weirdest oh no. It was the 'surprise' Katarina had prepared.

Her Chimera. Now 'perfected' with many of the elites dwelling among the hulking patchwork abominations you were much more familiar with. Except even these cheap and disposable bioweapons were now constructed entirely from other loose bioweapons and mutants. You could already feel the madness and wrongness radiating from them. Shit, some of them even GLOWED too. In different menacing colors. While the other ones... are much more streamlined but already overgrown and infested. Even worse, they had feral intelligence in their eyes and moved with grace and order. As if they were communicating, their bodies weren't rejecting the infestation. There were also a LOT more of them than you were expecting. With more of them constantly pouring out of the biotech supply think tank in a flood. Even worse, you could see a carpet of infestation rapidly growing behind them, swiftly overwhelming the entire facility.

"Friendlies identified, but I couldn't believe the codes we got back, but holy shit, it really is you? The suicidal lover. Here I thought you were a coward who solely loved kissing ass and licking pussy," guffaws a Black Ops cyborg that you recognize.

"What can I say...sometimes there are tasks one has to handle themselves in order to get it done properly. Plus, I'm just as confused as to what you all are doing here."

"Shit, the fan obviously. Everything didn't go to plan. So we got sent out on some deep strikes and to initiate a full purge protocol, but the weather is too shit for it to broadcast properly," admits the borg. "Although it looks like the fun started without us. What a shame."

"Oh, good, I thought you came after me for uh knocking you up," you sigh in relief.

"Oh, that? Nah, that is why I keep them babies on ice. If I don't make it back, they'll be your problem, though," shrugs the borg in question.

"...damn it."

>>6377619
"Hahahah, I don't know how you did it with bypassing the safeguards, but it's fucking hilarious! Whoever heard of a borg worrying about birth control? Amazing prank by the way," It laughs. "Made all them bitches remember that why yes, once upon a time they had a real vagina and womb meant to be used. Buwahahahah, oh fuck the looks on their faces. Priceless."

"Good to know...you weren't one of them."

"Nah, they considered me 'too fresh' from my conversion. Still had too much humanity left in me. So, of course, I handled it better than they all did. Anyway, time to have some proper fun! As much as I would love another round with you but alas duty calls."

"You don't have a way to retreat, do you?" You finally realized.

"Nope. Classified as a suicide mission, but frankly I don't mind. I fucking hate being a borg. The way it changes you...The way it eats at you. It's unbearable. I would rather die with some humanity still inside me than as a monster with none. We'll try to liquidate as many of these facilities as possible via Purge Protocol and see how many abominations we can lure back inside as deep as we can. It will make containing the threat much easier and buy time to build a better perimeter."

"Uh, wait a second, what the fuck am I supposed to do if you get yourself killed?" You suddenly realize the now dire ramifications of fatherhood and outliving the mother...shit hadn't thought of that.

"Not my problem. You know, maybe decide to step up and not be a deadbeat? Otherwise, adoption exists, yeah? Not like the world is lacking in orphans," shrugs the borg one last time before entering one of the facilities.

"Hah, here you thought you could completely live off women entirely, yeah?" Giggles Katarina is clearly enjoying the show far too much. "She has a point, you know. Even if you do focus your efforts entirely on women like me, we aren't all going to make it, and then what hm?"

"..."

"You honestly hadn't thought of that? Seriously? What did you really think one of the other lovers would just adopt and raise your bastards like their own? Pfft as if. Count your blessings if we don't just try to kill each other, children included."

"That is what my wife is for," you mutter.

"The same is true for her too. True she is a scary piece of work, but even she'll prioritize her own offspring. After all, only so much to go around."

"So abandon them?"

"We both know you don't have what it takes to protect them from us, nor do you have the time, given your habits. What do you think we'll just let you take a break? Only reason you get away with science is that you need a break and a hobby. Sleeping is a good break, and well fucking alone is a hobby doesn't make. Plus let's be real shall we? They aren't all going to make it in this world under these conditions. Hence, more is better, right? Even you understand that."

"Well..." You cannot help but think of your sister...she would but...if only.

Rolled 48 (1d100)

>>6377623
"Lets focus on the important right now. How are we getting out of here alive?" You change the topic.

"Same as last time? I brought enough Chimera that we can bruteforce it," answers Katarina.

"We should take the tunnels. It might be slower but we won't be vulnerable on the surface," points out the wrangler boss.

"And miss a good fight? What is wrong with you people?" Grumbles the Mutant boss having 'borrowed' the cargo container from Katarina and stuffing it with new cargo.

What do
>Take a different route
>Same route bruteforce
>Go underground
>PURGE
>Other?

>>6377596
>#1 Samples oh dear
This does make me giggle, even if we have just setup the local area for even more big baddies.

>>6377623
So long cyborg girl, I hope it was worth it.

>>6377624
>Go underground
Hopefully the chimera can fit in tunnels or hold chokepoints behind us.

>>6377630
I mean I think its kinda obvious just how evil karma this character is. Also the profound impact you had on the local mutant population with your uh 'activities'. Let's just say the danger rating is gonna end up increasing by a lot. This is really just typical for the MC at this point. Even the factions you join/ally with are very evil karma factions. The closest to neutral is AWD and um they have major issues given their automata agenda for endless wars. Your actions helped wake up AWD faster for good or ill Especially since they still have operational borgs who haven't completely lost their minds yet.

She and the Chimera had extremely good rolls. The PURGE is gonna be a great time. A real shame about all those things you uh let loose though.

Depends on the Chimera specimen. Some of them are fucking huge and strong. Capable of tossing tanks around. Others can be tiny, the size of vermin. Katarina admitted they aren't in fact viral at all but of fungal origin. So they can grow to be HUGE Albeit this was very rare given their poor life expectancy in a warzone and lack of resources, but there have been...incidents . The current grouping of them is humanoid based. Some pure infested maybe amalagation or their mutant/bioweapon unstable patchwork.

Right now they are at their strongest because Katarina 'planted' them in arguably the best place they can infest. Downside is the nightmarish neighbors and hellish weather. In theory keeping them all contained. In practice...you shall see. This particular strain was Katarina's darling after all. Plus, there is what she planted inside that facility that is spreading the infestation.

>>6377624
>>Go underground

>>6377889
>>6377630
Underground it is give me a 1d100 first roll only.

Rolled 14 (1d100)

>>6377948

Rolled 56, 22, 9 = 87 (3d100)

>>6377889
>>6377630
Lol that roll. Your luck finally ran out but too bad the Chimera rolled super well so...

Going underground was a terrible TERRIBLE mistake. Sure, the surface is crawling with trouble, but underneath...there was no place to run. No place to hide. Nowhere to maneuver. Worst they had you completely trapped. You even found more hidden facilities. Maybe because something tore its way out through the breached walls into the facilities and entered the tunnels underneath. Naturally, so close to the think tanks the entirety of the place was crawling with escaped abominations who were more than hostile.

At first, you all thought you could brute force it via the remaining crazy ghouls, but they got bogged down and gradually wiped out yet again. These ones were the much bigger, meaner versions that were led down first to pave the way. Then you got flanked. Only saved by the Chimeric bioweapons that managed to hold the line. Beating back wave after wave after wave. Its as if they somehow 'knew' you took something. Something THEY desperately wanted back. They never stopped hounding you or attacking. Every step made to escape was paved in corpses, blood, and bullets. So much so, ammo soon ran low. Honestly, you weren't doing so well on that to begin with, even after raiding the security offices and armories...

The only good news isthat thanks to the Chimera sacrificing themselves in mass. You were eventually able to break through the endless hordes and tight confines long enough to reach the main tunnels that had been fortified by robotic forces and barricaded. It was only when you reached those defense lines that you finally had a reprieve from the nonstop fighting. Even you had to get involve,d but it wasn't long before you ran out of bombs and were reduced to fisticuffs. Luckily you can throw a good punch. Every time your lines nearly got overrun, the Chimera would surge and forcefully push them back. Time and again until there simply wasn't any left. Buried in the mountains of bodies, blood, gore, and ichor, when the last horde desperately tried to prevent you from reaching the defensive lines.

They weren't able to stop you. Solely due to the Chimera. You'll admit, even with the elite mutants...you would have been overwhelmed long ago. These weren't normal failed abominations. Oh no, many of them were clearly refined products and they somehow knew how to work together. Even strategize. Reaching the defensive lines was the first time any of you got a breather. Shit, even the super mutants collapsed and passed out of sheer exhaustion once they made it across the barricades. You too for that matter, superhuman or no. It was just too much. Fortunately, you never decided to bring any of the bulky loot and left it all behind. Otherwise...there was simply no way you would have been able to keep it.

>>6377987
>>6377968
Unfortunately, while the defensive line was still there. They were also critically low on munitions and didn't bother with medical supplies. Which you had also long exhausted. So injuried resting for a time you all bailed when you saw even greater hordes of abominations throw themselves at the barricades trying to break through. Even worse, you could feel the telltale trembling and rumbling of the earth...sure enough, you could hear them digging. Trying to find ways around the defenses directly. This was the queue that it was time to bail.

So you left in terrible, wounded condition, out of supplies and no munitions. Good thing there is very little to pick a fight with a mutant, even without guns and often times reduced to just their fists. It was a long, painful, forced march back. You nearly wept tears of relief, followed by swearing to never do this sorta shit again. Fuck scientific expeditions, this is gruntwork for disposable interns...oh wait. Damn, you REALLY need that fucking promotion pronto.

At least Many Heads had returned and was in a shockingly good mood. Humming away in its...did it renovate the lab on its own? Son of a bitch. You don't even recognize its makers or have any clue where it got it.

"My boy, I heard you left on your first expedition hm? Meant to shut up those who would try to prevent your promotion? Clever that. Should have waited a bit as I had something planned. Also, why the fuck is my mailbox stuffed full of letters from the female faculty members? The perverts I can understand, given your mutual tastes, but them too?"

"OH, Doctor Many Heads, you've RETURNED...it was terrible. I went out to get the missing equipment you needed but uh...turned out not to go according to plan. We all nearly DIED so many times! I myself included, since we were there, I may have uh 'acquired' some data and samples before leaving. Also, I found that missing parasite hive."

"What? WHAT? That Hive was sent to...after its contamination from the breach. You got it back? What samples and data SHOW ME!" It shrieked in excitement as the worn out mutants dragged in the data storage units and put back the parasite hive. Soon, Many Heads was poring over the data from multiple terminals.

"Fascinating...so that was what they were working on all of a sudden. Bunch of fucking madmen insisting on trying to pioneer and rush research into such things with ill equipped facilities and naturally, that mistake contaminated the entire installations. Still, I noticed the samples you brought back are still clean. Excellent. Along with all this data...we can easily continue the research. Of course, we remodel some more labs. Redesigning labs to handle such hazards is a real pain in the ass but an absolute necessity. Yeah, I did get a shipment from the industrial sector. its just I picked up some stuff during my vacation abroad. Don't worry though, I had some stuff packed up and sent back to your home."

Rolled 29 (1d100)

>>6377993
>Quests completed
>Relationship increases with Many Heads

"So uh...my rewards? I nearly died MANY times. Even Katarina sacrificed what was left of her Chimera. Surely this will win me some goodwill with Abyss, right?"

"More than just Abyss. Some of this data is also useful for AWD. Figuring out what tech they want to steal and priorities for Purges. However, I am a bit concerned about just how you acquired so much restricted data and samples...but you know me, I'm not one to care whatsoever. Any complaints obviously must come through ME first, as I am your MASTER! Plu,s I'm still not sure what the fuck you did to win over the internal faction I'm in, despite you being a human...wasn't it supposed to be just a fertility festival? Where did all these mutual research requests come from..."

"Uh...they got inspired by my research project." You quickly make up an excuse that was a truth, but still distracted Many Heads from what it hates most.

>Science check passed
>Intelligence checks passed
>Speech check failed
>Charisma check failed
>Perception check passed

"Hm...I'm in far too good a mood to care. I thought I was in a great mood from my vacation, but all of THIS? TRULY, you are my dearest student and most worthy apprentice! Why do you all need to be PERFECT is add some more heads! I have no idea how you managed to find the parasite hive, much less recover it...I'll need to arrange a separate facility for it. That thing is FAR too dangerous to keep in this one, but I'm not giving up custody. Not again. With what you brought back...oh my we will be busy indeed...well except for you. You aren't qualified yet for such intense and dangerous research. Still, for what you did, I DO suppose you deserve a special reward. It won't be the only one, but the others have to go through the official channels first. Don't worry, I won't let them stiff you on it."

>Gained Perk Parasitic Innoculation
ALL parasitism when inflicted will instead automatically undergo a reversion and become a symbiont instead.
Which is BS overpowered perk when you think about it, but it IS the special reward from Many Heads that is of extremely high difficulty/danger rating. Also, you gave a BBEG to Many Heads instead of killing it, LMAO.

"Any idea of what I'll get?"

>Good Relationship with Many Heads check passed
"Right now, as an intern? You won't get shit. The credit will get stolen, but I can buy time until you finish your internship, then the rewards will be far greater. Not like they can refuse me after all of this HAH. First, my own escapades, and now this? Clearly, we ARE the future, my boy. Humanity is so overrated. "

"So what did you do exactly during your vacation?"

Rolled 34 (1d100)

>>6377994
"Took a trip, some suggestions from Katarina gave me some vacation spots and a proper place to run some field tests. It worked out splendidly! I was still trying to go over the findings but those can wait. What CANNOT wait is that infernal parasite hive. That thing is a nightmare. Nearly ruined my whole facility and would have destroyed all my precious plans if it were not for the symbionts to counter it. Couldn't wait to get rid of it at the time alas, at that time, I didn't have the influence or power to keep it in my custody. Not anymore. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. Originally, I was planning to introduce my specialty starting with symbionts, but right now, we must start with parasites before it starts acting up again."

"Is it really that bad?"

"Heh. The only thing worse than that thing was the very first escapee that breached this facility in the first place and nobody knows where IT went. Thanks to it the the parasites very nearly overran the facility too. Now with it back in my custody...I can think of a few facilities to store it. Luckily this time I'm not lacking symbionts or Hosts to keep it secure. Even mutants cannot handle those parasites."

"What do you mean...oh wait all the mutants had symbionts?"

"Of course why do you think you lived or that it was retrieved at all? Even mutated physiology cannot save you from its parasitism. Not even your superhuman woud be able to resist it forever either."

"That bad? What the hell Many Heads why keep it?"

"Wasn't my idea. It was due to random mutation and reversions took place ruining a significant portion of our symbionts here. They turned hostile and parasitic. Now though...you have avoided symbionts all this time right? Care to guess why that is a bad idea?"

"Besides it being your specialty? Implants are more reliable and trustworthy."

"Implants take. Symbionts purely give. That is what makes them superior. No need to worry about how much your body or mind can withstand. That is why they are ALWAYS the superior option. Parasites though? They don't care if they kill its host. They will feed and even hijack it. Being turned into a lousy puppet trapped in your own body. Too bad your skills in medicine are far too inferior and it will take time for me to gather some parasitic hosts for vivisection. Still best to familiarize yourself with it while its still in a weakened and crippled state."

"Are they connected together or something? Another hivemind?"

"Yes. They are different from symbionts that fuse into the host seamlessly via symbiosis. You don't get any internal conflict with them. The parasites, though they take over and you become a puppet. They can...communicate. Even sacrifice their own host to do the impossible. After all not like they cannot infect a new one."

What do?
>Many Heads Special Lesson
>SCIENCE!
>Home
>Katarina
>Other?

Forgot to mention you leveled up 5 times from this

>>6377997
Corrction 9 levels. so 16x9=116 skill points and 5 perks/SPECIAL points.

>>6377996
>>Many Heads Special Lesson

54 Points in SCIENCE!!!
62 into Repair

Perks
Atomic! We are always in a rad area because of our heart. Even if not we always going around rad areas.
Mad Bomber Rank 2
Lady Killer Rank 3
Hit the Deck Rank 2 That explosive crit fail is coming and we going to need to be ready for it.

>>6378018
kek no speech still, Bob remains autistic to the end.
I'd suggest keeping Hit the Deck Rank 1, getting Charisma to 5 instead, or if we want to remain focused on big tech get Robotics Expert.

>>6377994
>hive is a BBEG
>it's in Many Heads' care
Fuck. I knew it would help him, but whew.

>>6378043
To be fair...there were quite a few BBEG tier entities there. Actually, it held the highest single concentration of them in the entire city. The others are much more scattered. Plus, they got left a certain Chimeric surprise and a lucky AWD purge roll that will help keep them busy/kill a few in a cradle still.

Many Heads himself, while classified as a BBEG is a late bloomer whom you are close to maximizing your relationship with. Honestly, not sure yet how I'm gonna resolve that. I know you're gonna get a perk out of at least but yeah. Doing his quests and especially completing the secret quest of returning the parasite hive had a major impact.

As for the parasite hive...think Resident Evil and stuff Half Life among others in terms of the horrors it will unleash. It mutated off biotech engineered symbionts and thus...yeah. A real horror show and pure nightmare fuel in what it will do. Luckily, you found it before it had a chance to entrench itself properly and start hijacking all the other abominations. Too few hosts vs elite mutants with symbionts was too much for it. While Katarina just 'happened' to have a shipping container capable of moving it. Truthfully you sniped the fuck out of it right in time before it had the chance to explode.

As for the ramifications of it ending up in Many Heads' clutches...Bob is actually somewhat familiar with the method to the madness that Many Heads abides by. Once you get passed its sanity breaks from personality conflicts/dominance and being reminded of thinks it would rather not remember. Many Heads actually has quite a few conflicting desires and objectives. ORIGINALLY it was started off by munching all the heads of Abyss faculty researching symbiont biotech. This influenced its initial specialization and desire to join up with Abyss. Which it succeeded largely thanks to intimidation and desperation. After that has it kept on add to its collection it acquired new knowledge and objectives. This resulted in Many Heads choosing to expand its influence and takeover other facilities. So it would no longer be limited to just a singular specialized lab allowing it to complete differing projects in parallel because being a superintelligent Hivemind is BS.

Many Heads itself though hasn't reached its full potential. That takes a lot more time and moar heads. However Many Heads cannot claim just any Head for its collection because certain conflicts are very bad. The reason why Many Heads specializes in research is that they were the most available resource and had the juiciest heads. This resulted in Many Heads sharing that love of SCIENCE! So unlike a future Master it doesn't hold the same kind of ambitions, goals, or memories. However Bob is aware of its general disdain for humanity and doesn't hold them in high regard. At the same time it also looks down on mutants for being unstable dumbasses with zero appreciation for SCIENCE! While robots are too dependent.

>>6378043
I was thinking about raising CHA but It's so funny that we can't pass speech/CHA checks. Only one we passed was against a ghoul. Hear me out 4 points into lady killer 1 into Hit the Deck.

>>6378052
So Many Heads is truthfully quite conflicted on how it views the various species in the wasteland because it honestly doesn't really like any of them all that much. Hence, it was forced to join with the Escapee Abyss internal faction while ironically being a founding member of theirs. Bob Petter, for his part, holds similar enough views given his taste for inhuman pussy, whether it be mutated or borg and the actions he has taken actively fucking over humanity. I'm sure if robots and abominations were more fuckable he would be down for that too. Alas, they lack that femme fatale charm that he finds utterly irresistible. gods forbid should he ever find an intelligent deathclaw who can talk shop with him.

As far as Bob Petter's guesses on what it will do with the Parasites. He doesn't have high enough skills to get a decent estimate of it, but his intelligence and familiarity with Many Heads mean he is at least not completely clueless about it. Many Heads, while certainly terrorifying in its own right, actually borrows most of its 'forces' from other mutant forces. He bribes them into service via symbionts and his 'upgrades'. His only actual personal forces are the Hosts. The Hosts he holds are the Symbiotic variety that, for obvious reasons, are distinctly lacking in terms of more aggressive and hostile usage. Not that they cannot fight, mind you, but in terms of sheer deadliness and weaponisation, they really cannot compare to their parasitic cousins. Many Heads adores them because they make mutants actually 'useful' like a brain bug raising their intelligence just enough that they no longer drooling violent retards but refined cannibals with tastes who can at least attempt to follow more complicated orders.

As for why others put up with Many Heads, that should be obvious. Many Heads' growth trajectory is insane, and it already has the means of directly upgrading any organic force to a great extent at practically zero cost and reduced upkeep. While actively expanding its repertoire at all times and this is accelerated when it subsumes more heads. The fact that it is also a hivemind makes it even more frightening. Capable of working on many projects, giving orders, and handling various affairs all at the same time. Hence, high status in Abyss, much less its standing in the Escapee faction, which it even helped form.

This is also why Bob Petter himself secretly benefits quite a lot from this, as Many Heads and even the Escapees ONLY human member. On top of being not only 'spared' by Many Heads but also actively recruited and groomed by it. Truthfully, Bob Petter had many members of Abyss scared shitless even before his Fertility Festival exploits. After that, was when Abyss finally realised the true horror that is Bob Petter. war criminal and traitor of humanity extraordinaire. There is a reason why the Escapees consider him a true member instead of an honorary 'de facto' member via Many Heads.

>>6378062
So far, Abyss, besides his fiancee are the only one who has finally figured out what angle Bob Petter is truly playing at. Even have an idea of what's going on inside his head. Which previously was something only his fiancée could claim. Alas, Abyss is full of very smart people and has enough proof now to figure out what is going on with Bob Petter. There is a reason why a certain controlling mindraping witch has adopted such a seemingly very contrary policy when handling her husband and why this has never actually come up. The witch truly understands Bob far better than he realizes and she prefers to keep him blind to it. As for Bob for whatever reason she DOES uphold the terms and handles all the messy bullshit he doesn't want to waste his time/effort on. Directly enabling him to focus and double down on his true 'passions' without distraction. Truthfully, though, even he isn't sure why she is such an enabler to him and cleans up his messes so willingly but given how she overlooks his transgressions for the most part, he is willing to do the same. After all, the only time she bit his head off was when he threatened their marriage alliance or inquired about his help regarding his specialty.

There is a reason why Many Heads fears his wife so much and is so glad about her being far away. As much as Bob's adopted big sister annoyed him he didn't react as poorly to her antics as he did to his fiance. What did you think it was an accident, Bob, despite being a disposable intern, was given such an odd amount of free time and time off? That wasn't ever because of Bob. Yet Bob has overlooked it thinking that since it takes time for his experiment to go play out and being the ONLY intern of Many Heads than obviously he has more freedoms right?

>>6378043
We could also max out our speech on this level up. We'd probably need 11+ Cha to even get close to contesting Witch in a check. But we can get around Cha with Lady Killer. Speech is good for talking with the BBEGs of the abyss I think they have low charm cause the Leader has a Horse's head. How about something like this?

Speech +89
Science +27

Lady Killer Rank 4
Hit the Deck Rank 2
And maybe Atomic! or another point in Lady Killer.

>>6378075
Witch has the psycher trait, specializing in CHA aka a mind controller via advanced telepathy. She also has the Good Natured Perk giving her a straight +10% to all noncombat rolls. Unlike the MC she invests in her tagged skills constantly and is willing to achieve mastery with them reseting their level+bonus. Her perks are also CHA related. You haven't actually joined the same party in a long time so the MC has no idea how strong her abilities currently are.

the Horse Director wasn't the Chief Director but involved with the 'perverts' according to Many Heads. They were the ones inviting the MC to visit and intended to offer some goodies to him should he ever visit. After the festival they were EXTREMELY impressed and feel greatly dissapointed that someone with his 'talents' is wasted on Many Heads who has no apprecation for such things.

The actual(former) head was the old guy who was forced to step down via a majority vote of no confidence. The current (temporary)head director is an upgraded AI spliced together from AWD and USSR code. As the Abyss is currently collapsing and in theory they are trying to 'reform'. It is true that Abyss has other BBEGs but the MC isn't familiar with any of them except Many Heads.

>>6378080
*Good Natured trait.

Basically witch went all in on noncombat skills and perks. Plus she eats a -10% to combat rolls so avoiding a fight has always been her #1 priority. The witch is REALLY bad in a fight despite tagging Energy Weapons, so she isn't completely defenseless. However witch is even more cowardly than the MC when it comes to a fight and far better at using/recruiting others.

Think about it, she has to sacrifice 200 skill points JUST to nullify the trait penalty from a SINGLE combat skill but if she spend 200 skill points into speech and mastered twice + trait bonus and perks...well, she doesn't really need to fight now, does she? If anything, the enemy will join her side and die for her. That is assuming the fight even happens in the first place.

Unlike the MC, her build is a lot more optimized. Hopefully, she never gets targeted with a sneak attack...or gets unlucky with mutants like ghouls or robots. She has to sacrifice quite a few SPECIAL points and perk points to get rid of that weakness of hers.

>>6378080
>>6378088

Dang, I didn't think about her resetting her speech. She probably has more than a +22 Bonus. The AI from the deep-sea bunker is a different than the one that runs Abyss? If so, the custom perk I made can be really good. Also mastering explosives could help a lot with the critical fail that will happen if we don't die to something else first.

>>6378043
I think we master explosives. And get coded debate so we can middleman the AIs. Something like.

Master Explosives +5
Max out Explosives Again
The rest in Science!

Coded Debate: When reasoning with computers characters use your Science and Intelligence. Instead of Speech and Charm.
Mad Bomber Rank 3
Hit the Deck Rank 1
Lady Killer Rank 3

>>6378098
The AI is different. The AI deployed to Abyss is an unprecedented hybrid. The Ai in your home isn't.

You can use science to debate with AIs via manipulating their programming instead of trying to outright convince or spot loopholes via speech. Instead, you just make them.

Achieving mastery in explosives by resetting it depending on what you choose can indeed reduce the risk of critical failures.

>>6378104
Does the +5 help with lower the critical risk or the +1 Critical. And which one help with crafting with mad bomber?

>>6378058
>>6378075
You're killing me with tears that we're autistically into women, bombs and pulling more women with bigger bombs.

>>6378067
>After all, the only time she bit his head off was when he threatened their marriage alliance or inquired about his help regarding his specialty.
Or when he contacted the OTHERS despite her setting up a shrine and encouraging worship at Many Heads' lab. She's a contrarian of her own, but it's clear she's playing a long game of controlling her own force of cultists who will do her bidding with rewards in the shape of Bob-dick.

>What did you think it was an accident, Bob, despite being a disposable intern, was given such an odd amount of free time and time off? That wasn't ever because of Bob.
I figured it was because of what you said, but we had significant flexibility after the first vivisections of ghouls lesson with Many Heads too, before becoming a proper intern.

S:10
P:9
E11
C:3 (SKILL +1)
I:11
A:10
L:5

Trait: One Hander bonus to one handed weaponry(including unarmed) and penalty to two handed weapons
Barter 11
Energy Weapons 23
Explosives 100(Mastery available choose +5 or +1 crit) (TAGGED) (SKILL +14)
Guns 25
Lockpick 23
Medicine 24 (SKILL +26)
Melee 25
Repair 27 (SKILL +13)
Science 46 (SKILL +54)
Sneak 25
Speech 11 (SKILL +29)
Survival 38 (TAGGED)
Unarmed 66 (TAGGED)

Demolition Expert Rank 1 +20% explosive damage (RANK +1)
Lady Killer Rank 2 +10% to female targets. Bonus speech options. Easier to persuade. (RANK +1)
Mad Bomber Rank 1 (custom recipes now available)
Femme Fatale Fanatic
Superhuman
Sexpert
Stud
Hit The Deck (RANK +1)
Coded Debate (RANK +1)

I hope that works out, 116 skill points distributed, with double skill points for tagged Explosives right? This maxes out Science which is may or may not be good

>>6378075
I don't think we need to beat Witch in arguments, but being able to have some level of convincing others is good beyond dickings.

>>6378114
Crit fail can always happen. Explosives default crits are the worst so bonus crit has bigger impact. Both help with crafting. Crits give you UNIQUES.

>>6378124
That was the problem yes. Her being a contrarian happened only after she accidentally got kidnapped by a cult and resulting ramifications of her 'recruiting' them. Before that the mutants already worshipped shady shit as SHAMAN pointed out before.

>>6378128
The dickings only works on women unless you take the gay perk. Also MC prefers deadly pussy that will kill him, which REALLY doesn't help.

>>6378141
Ok so I'll change it a bit.

Master Explosives +1 crit
Max out Explosives Again I think our starting base is 38 still. So, 62 Points.
The rest in Science! Wow and with 54 points left we can get 100 Science on the dot.

Coded Debate: When reasoning with computers characters use your Science and Intelligence. Instead of Speech and Charm.
Mad Bomber Rank 3
Hit the Deck Rank 1
Lady Killer Rank 3

>>6378151
>>6378141
Do higher ranks Mad Bomber help us, isn't it only recipes? I think Demolition Expert will help more here - but please correct me if wrong.

Otherwise this is fine, as I hope the Science checks we need to pass can finally be put behind us.

>>6378156
Additional ranks boosts production and potency of explosives. It also makes it easier to produce more difficult homemade recipes. Suffice it to say you can do truly terrible things with it when combined with jury rigger.

Anyway don't forget to vote for an action to take this turn and a clean consensus on level ups would be nice so I don't accidentally get them confused with the wrong one.

>>6378158
In that case, Mad Bomber Rank 2 supported.
It also occurred to me that we'll need to face big sister, and our only current viable means is blowing her up... So my proposal is max out Unarmed to face her wrestling, then use the remaining points for Science.

>>6378176
So keeping Explosives skills maxed, as Unarmed is another tagged skill, the points should go further

>>6378151
Master Explosives +1 crit
Max out Explosives Again I think our starting base is 38 still. So, 62 Points.
Unarmed +17 points (34 points to max out)
The rest in Science +37 points (so 83 in Science)

Coded Debate: When reasoning with computers characters use your Science and Intelligence. Instead of Speech and Charm.
Mad Bomber Rank 3
Hit the Deck Rank 1
Lady Killer Rank 3

>>6378179
Sure, that works. But I don't think Tagged works like that. It just boosts the base stat since we are using fallout3/Vegas system. If it were old fallout system, it would work like that. But I'm down for the idea of maxing unarmed. If it does work like that maybe getting Tag! perk on science. Would be worth it if we intend to master Science!

Supporting

Don't forget to vote for an action. Only got one vote for that so far as everyone whas been discussing the level up details.

>>6378327
It's a hybrid system. For tagged skills a single skill point is worth double. You do not get depreciating returns for high level skills instead you need to reset them when maxed in exchange for a permanent buff. Crits are a thing for noncombat skills too(which is where UNIQUES come from). This encourages specialization and makes even lower level characters who specialize a major threat far above what their level would otherwise indicate.

Take the witch for example. She has two noncombat tagged Skills that is Barter and Speech, which she invests quite a few skill points every level, which are then doubled when she resets the maxed skills and does it all over again. Over and Over. Don't forget the Tagged Perk so chances are she found another noncombat skill to TAG. If she went full noncombat she would have dumped her Energy Weapons skill combat skill but doesn't want to be completely defenseless and energy weapons offer the biggest punch while having the lowest SPECIAL requirement, which is priceless for someone who invests entirely in concombat while still having the means to defend herself if needed. Plus while 'expensive' and rare someone with such high barter expensive isn't much of a concern. Plus its not like she uses it much.

Now throw in her Psycher trait related buff and perks. As well as accepting the Good Natured trait offering a flat +10% and -10%. Making her absurdly good at noncombat and even being able to avoid fights or even outright recruit enemies to her side. Unlike the MC she stuck with her build and kept doubling down on it. However the MC will eventually be given access to an experimental THINK TANK level autodoc that will allow him to change his traits and tagged skills around. So the players will have the option to correct their build enabling a character reset/rebuild but its gonna be a one time thing and a unique reward available from Abyss or other high level think tank factions who have access with tech that good.

Does that mean she is bad in a fight? Oh yeah, BIG time. That -10% malus is a brutal penalty even with high level skill. However the synergy of hower psychic, good natured, perks, and mastered skills make her true nightmare fuel for noncombat. Its fun when you suddenly find your own forces instantly changing sides and purging anyone who would threaten/compete with her position. The cultists in truth were low hanging fruit for someone like her and only happened due to luck. Her accepting a Dynastic approach was solely thanks to the MC. Originally, she wasn't going to adopt that approach. Now she has ins with both the ghouls and robots to cover for her few weaknesses. Her original plans were actually beastmaster build, later advancing into tribal/settlement setup. But than she had couple of crits and the MC convinced her to consider a dynasty approach. Which all wildly changed her plans.

>>6378412
As for current plans, being her fiance the MC does know she has changed her approach. Leaned up to him to help patch a few weaknesses of her while she overlooked his uh...obsession with other women. MC got to doubledown and focus entirely on his hobbies like deadly pussy and his hobbies while blatantly ignoring everything else. The MC does know she is focusing on establishing her own cult and faction from her HQ/his home. While carefully orchestrating the formation of the dynastyTechnically, this WAS supposed to be a major part of the quest originally but players decided they would rather dump it on their wife and ignore survival matters for the sole sake of pussy and SCIENCE! Honestly the Quest went WAY off the rails so early on. This is why technically the player dynasty is de facto matriarchal in nature at the start despite starting with a male MC. Also why I gave up trying to keep up with a starter family tree I was planning to stop keeping close track of it when there were too many descendants later on. Instead you'll get to choose from the surviving elite offspring for next MC. You were also supposed to have the chance to influence their upbringing, but the MC's hands off approach aka pussy only and completely forfeiting dynasty control, plus his truly god awful taste in deadly women, meant this isn't gonna happen this time around. There is a reason why despite the MC having such low charisma and nonexistent speech skills he STILL manages to be popular enough with the ladies...just not in anyway that he can influence them much in how they behave. Hence him being treated a superhuman stud and boytoy at best. MC gets to sate his physiological needs and double down freely on his women complex by becoming dependent on them. Enabling him to focus entirely on what he prefers SCIENCE! and blowing shit up. You know, being a general menace to this ruined world.

Honestly, if he weren't such a coward and complete pushover to his dangerous lovers, he could have been BBEG material. Instead of allying, empowering, and even 'making' more BBEGs. His wife...well she is 100% okay with his total dependence on her and willing to overlook his 'exploits' despite the rampant completely out of control cheating. Which is most strange given her being a control freak mindrapist. Have fun figuring out the reason why she doesn't bother using her abilities on the MC whatsoever. Literally only time it sorta comes up is during coitus, and even then, it's purely for mutual enjoyment.

>>6378412
Sweet, I think we leveled up wrongly in the past thread. I remember leveling up explosives and getting a one to one ratio.

>>6378426
I figured I would have messed up the character sheet. Mind sharing it? You'll get those skill points refunded.

Found it.

>You have leveled up twice!
>Gained 30 Skill Points.
>Gained 2 Perk or SPECIAL points.

You could feel...immense amount of power churning in your chest. So much so it put immense strain on the rest of your body. Even stranger was how it CRAVED The GLOW. The prospect of radiation...no longer made you feel fear. Instead you felt HUNGER for it.

>>6348280
+12 Explosives
+18 Unarmed


>>6348298
>>6348333
Demolition Expert(MOAR damage)
Lady Killer(finally anons remember how GG happens)

Unarmed 56
Explosives 50


Our Base stats were.

Barter 11
Energy Weapons 23
Explosives 38 Tagged
Guns 25
Lockpick 23
Medicine 23
Melee 25
Repair 25
Science 25
Sneak 25
Speech 11
Survival 38 Tagged
Unarmed 38 Tagged

But only got a one to one increase on our tagged skills. Instead of one to two. Want be to go over the last threads levels up and see if we over spent on points in our tagged skills?


Also I voted for.
>Many Heads Special Lesson

>>6378432
Yeah okay there was supposed to be a buff for Tagged skills to give you a reason to care. So you get half those skill points back.

+12 Explosives
+18 Unarmed

Lady Killer Rank 2
+1 Intelligence
Mad Bomber

Explosives +50
Science +20

So, 62/2= 31 Extra points

And our Unarmed should be 84 at the start of this thread. 36 from one to two ratio and 10 from the bootcamp.


>>6378179
Should we spend a Perk to Tagg! Science or Repair?

>>6378432
>>6378018
Many Heads special lesson it is...Shame about the lack of medicine skill.

give me a 1d100.

>>6378439
Skill points refunded.

Rolled 55 (1d100)

>>6378452

>>6378179
So, I'm thinking we 147 points.

Master Explosives +1 crit
Max Explosives with 32 points
8 Points to max out Unarmed

Tag Science with the TAG! perk. Then put 27 points into science maxing it.

We'd have 80 points left to each Master Explosives again or Master Science! and remax one of them or get 100 repair with 7 points to spare. We can also TAG! repair if we can get it more than once.

The perks would be.
Mad Bomber Rank 2
Tag! Science
Hit the Deck Rank 1
Lady Killer Rank 3

Also, Jerry Rigger would probably have more benefit than rank 2 mad bomber by itself so maybe we go with that.

>>6378538
Tagged perk can be taken more than once. However you cannot tag the same skill more than once.
Not sure about an upgraded jury rigger perk. The base version alone is extremely good...hm I'm gonna have to think on that one.

Rolled 80 (1d100)

>>6378439
>>6378601
>>6378538
Sure, get Tag! on Science.
Repair/Medicine as next priorities I guess, to keep our autistic superhumanly swol nerd rolling.
>>6378452
rollan

>>6378647
>>6378601
Ok. So finally decided on level up.

Tag! Science
Hit the Deck
Jury Rigger
Coded Debate
Lady Killer Rank 3

Master Explosives +1 crit
Max Explosives with 32 points
8 Points to max out Unarmed
73 in repair Maxing it
7 into Medicine

>>6378787
So... all changes accounted for:
Master Explosives +1 crit
Explosives is already tagged, then maxed again.
Unarmed is already tagged, then maxed
Science is now Tag! and maxed.
Repair is now maxed
Medicine +7
Tag Science with the TAG! perk. Then put 27 points into science maxing it.

The perks are:
Hit the Deck
Jury Rigger
Coded Debate
Lady Killer Rank 3

I'm down with this. Also I missed the vote on direction, but happy it's helping our many-headed teddy bear.

>>6378452
Lots of debate on level up. I'll let that cook for a bit longer. Also realized I forgot to list a couple of perks. Oops.
----
Many Heads special lesson...

PARASITES
----
This time, you were taken on a tram of mysterious design, which you never seen before, that was apparently modified to carry Many Heads and had a special containment cargo container to hold the hive you acquired. Taking you to an unknown facility. Where both Many Heads and the hive were unloaded and taken inside by mutants and those 'hosts'. That seems smarter and far more stable than recall. Then again, the last time you saw them was when they were being made with Many Heads present. You don't know the long term ramifications of it, but apparently your about to find out.

"This facility was abandoned by the rest of Abyss, and naturally, we 'acquired' it. Another biotech facility, but one equipped to handle infectious bioweapons," explains Many Heads. "With some cloning, we now have the resources to showcase what I'm about to show you. A very important thing to know...this isn't the first or last weaponized parasitic bioweapon. Other designs exist. Some of which come from projects decades old. This hive was an accident during a containment breach and exposure to mutagen laced anomaly. Originally, as I mentioned before, it was of Symbiont origin. This resulted in a few divergences from its kin. Specifically, in how it assimilates with and controls the Host. Others used modified organisms to hijack and infect. Quite noxious little buggers. Normal containment methods wouldn't work. After all its not a virus you're dealing with."

>Science check passed
>medicine check failed

"Like the Chimera?"

"Ha no. Chimera, strictly speaking, aren't parasitic. Otherwise, you would see them infect living people. That stuff needs you to die first. Besides it's really a glorified war material recycler. Forcefully remolding broken weaponry, armour, machinery and even soldiers into a new warrior to continue fighting and die. Truthfully, that was why it was so feared. It was never before seen form of bioweapon."

"So it wasn't its deadliness?"

"MUWAHAHAHHA, there are MANY bioweapons, much far more fearsome than Chimera, but none of them could ever dream of competing with Chimera in terms of resource efficiency and recycling. It was disgusting how great it was at that. Honestly it's why bioweapons became popular. Growing something is FAR cheaper than building. Hence, its popularity overseas especially as the resource wars intensified. Resource shortages made everyone seek...alternatives, and it turned out bioweapons truly were peerless in terms of cheapness."

"So for these...you want to use clones for Hosts? Bypassing the normal cloning issue, and they fight better than the symbionts?"

Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>6378962
"Very. Far deadlier, too, even with my modifications. This parasitic strain is easily capable of forcing the human body far beyond its limits and doesn't care for the survival of its host. The resulting performance enhancement and change in form is...extreme but effective. Disturbing as hell too and worse than could easily change hosts on the fly. Admittedly, the longer they infect a host, the more they can change the,m but in general, life expectancy is terrible."

"Wouldn't they still be as stupid or dumber than most mutants?" You ask, recalling Many Heads biggest pet peeve about muties.

"That is the disturbing aspect of it. The brain is hijacked and it's capable of introducing parasitic neural enhancement besides hijacking. They...remember. Cannot do anything. Cannot act or resist. They remember how to open doors, use weapons, and so forth. Even worse, the parasites are capable of forcefully injecting combat knowledge and muscle memory. They are...far more intelligent than they appear. The newborns are dumber and more inexperienced compared to older parasites. The older the parasite, the more dangerous they become. Luckily, we mostly have newborns to worry about. I would suggest avoiding the veterans."

"Even the oldest could be barely a year old? Is the difference truly that drastic?"

"It is. Given time restraints, I have no idea how much they can grow. However, they are forced to change Hosts regularly, and a new host isn't as strong as an older one. Giving a narrow window of opportunity and a brief moment of weakness. Of course, they are also 'easier' to target without a host, but that is assuming you can keep them from infecting you."

"Distance doesn't work?"

"Projectile egg and parasites, along with ranged poisons, indicate otherwise. As I mentioned, these are nasty. Very good at modifying their hosts and extending their usage. Hell some of them aren't even that fragile or vulnerable without a host. Pretty sure that is what those Hives are made of."

"Pretty sure? Wouldn't YOU know of all people?"

"Like I said pretty sure. Eventually, the symbionts have a hard time finding new Hosts when they become too developed and strong. So what do they do than? I managed to fix it last time via introducing them to mutant,s but even that has its limits. Eventually, they return to their 'hives'. Which grows bigger, stronger, and more prolific. At times i suspect they are a lifeform with multiple life stages but I don't have enough time to confirm that conjecture yet."

"...Where the fuck did you find these things?"

"He,h multiple sources. The ones developed here were a spliced hybrid. Took awhile to get a combination that was stable and would work. I'll even tell you a secret. A few samples that we used aren't strictly...natural."

"Natural?"

"Ancient ruins. We found some...samples. Revived and reused them."

Rolled 34 (1d100)

>>6378966
"So...alien?"

"Probably but not entirely. Some still share characteristics and genetic history with terrain lifeforms that we but the rest...definitely alien. Some of us also suspected lost and destroyed ancient human civilizations lost to history, others though...definitely alien in origin."

"Great aliens are fucking real."

Many Heads somehow makes its mountain of flesh shrug. Somehow. "You would find out after your internship anyway but yes they are. Dealing with alien threats was one of our later objectives. As there were some suspicions with proof that they didn't all leave, and we had proof they've been here before long ago."

"So these things...are hybrids. Anything natural at all in them?"

"Quite a few donors did have natural origins, but were mostly covered up given the ramifications."

"Ramifications?"

"People don't like the thought that not only are parasites present but are powerful enough to change or even control human hosts."

"My god...how bad were the discoveries?"

"They did a good job covering it up. Maybe had to torch a few villages and cities. No survivors. You know the drill." It shrugs yet again.

"Were they worse than this?"

"Their natural or modified strains? Honestly, I never had the chance to compare them yet. Getting samples from them all would be a pain, much less getting the right facility and enough hosts."

"Was that where symbionts came from?"

"Yes. Besides the desire for weaponization, some wanted a 'friendly to user' version. We gathered enough samples and ran our own tests. We even had some initial roll outs available being introduced to the market and public. After all the strain they put on the hosts was nonexistent compared to proper implants."

"...You SURE the symbionts are friendly, right?"

"Extensive testing was performed. Problems only arose when they became exposed to mutagens and anomalies, but that was true for everything. Many, however, were too squeamish about using a symbiont over an implant. Fools. What are gut bacteria? Just another kind of symbiont that's all."

"Now...what are we doing exactly?"

"Vivisecting, dissecting, and experimental testing. This strain is still too ' wild '. I'll need to take some time to work out the kinks and develop some usable strains from it. In the meantime, you being able to see how it can go wrong will be most enlightening compared to the benign and beneficial symbionts."

This made you sigh. Here we go again...why do ALL of Many Heads lessons need to involve vivisection? Every. Bloody. Time. Looking at the hosts...some of them you couldn't even identify as human. Only the 'fresher' ones still attained enough humanity to easily idenify. Plenty of their forms were...extreme, grotesque, and morbid. Mutants at least TRIED to create a stable/survivable organisms. But these parasites clearly didn't give a fuck. They were more than happy to break and reshape the body far past the point of no return.

Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>6378971
Honestly dissecting them...you weren't even sure just HOW they survived for so long.

>Medicine checks failed
>Medicine check passed
>Intelligence checks passed
>Science checks passed
>Science check failed

Honestly you thought mutant physiology broke every rule in the book when it came to biology. Yet again, you were proven so very wrong. Mutants no matter how twisted, at least TRIED to survive. These parasitic hosts...didn't care whatsoever. The modifications were so extreme and guaranteed death but somehow they managed to survive long enough to be a deadly threat and secure a new host. Over and over again. You saw this pattern play out and no matter how hard you tried you couldn't keep a SINGLE one alive on the table. At first you thought this was your own fault but watching Many Heads you noticed that despite its superiority, even Many Heads struggled to keep them alive...they still died but somehow he managed to get them to linger on a bit longer before expiring. Harvesting much more data on their living processes.

You also had to use robots to retrieve the resulting enraged parasites that would attempt to escape their dead host. Not to mention whatever parasites and eggs are hidden inside the fallen host. Waiting. Made you realize that the corpses themselves were still very dangerous biohazards. Even burning them didn't entirely get rid of them because the parasites hiding could still react, hibernate, and even their eggs could survive the flame. Extreme measures had to be taken to erase them entirely. Thanks to their mutations, they were also highly resistant towards radiation and anomalies.

"How the fuck are you supposed to kill these things," you couldn't help but complain at the xxxxxth parasite refused to die. Again.

"Sufficient damage can be done along with starvation, but we must be wary of a hibernative state."

"Burning didn't work so well."

"Temperature wasn't high enough. However, repeated heat and cold shocks do good. Acids...pointless. Same with chemicals. Trauma and extreme fluctuating temperature variation has best results...now for the motherload. That hive."

"You can dissect it?" You mutter, looking at how big and disturbing it was in appearance.

"Yes. Watch. Learn. I need samples anyway to derive new strains."

You weren't able to witness all of it. At first, the diamond encased saws and jackhammers robots did okay enough but eventually psychic screams KOed you before you could see whatever it was truly hiding inside. You heard the voices. Saw the pulsating flesh inside but not long after you passed out. Waking up in the infirmary as Many Heads continued its work. Giving you some free time.

What do?
>Rest
>See what bioweapons were left behind
>Try again
>Meet a 'host' personally
>Study the harvested samples
>Other?

>>6378977
Curiosity for the Science DC we just failed here, assuming it's after maxing the skill

Also extra appreciation for the Perk:
>>6377994
>Gained Perk Parasitic Innoculation
>ALL parasitism when inflicted will instead automatically undergo a reversion and become a symbiont instead.

If these parasites can have enhanced cognition beyond baseline human, infinite memory and extended lifespan, they could really become overwhelming.

Do the parasites and eggs survive high rads or plasma weaponry? I feel this merits extreme firepower development. Nuclear napalm flamethrowers.

>Study the harvested samples

>>6379013
They can withstand high rads yes. Plasma weaponry can melt them but they are more vulnerable to extreme temperature fluctuation. Their eggs are notably tougher than the parasites themselves.

>>6378787
>>6378924
Is this consensus? I want to check first given the amount of discussion and debating over it. Admittedly, this time you earned a shitload of experience from an extremely dangerous quest chain. Over half your levels came from that this time around.

As a reminder, your femme fatale fanatic perk gives you the best returns, the greater the strength difference between you and your lovers. This includes EXP gains. So resetting your combat skills offers additional utility. Downside of course the increased amount of risk and danger involved but honestly, if the players or MC gave a fuck about that. None of you would have doubled down on it without ever reconsidering.

As for the MC being an autist...fair assessment. He really doesn't give a fuck about anything that doesn't involve his key autistic interests/obsessions

Also you will NOT get a refund for the skill points on the new TAG! perk skills for past expenses. It isn't retroactive.

>>6379050
>if the players or MC gave a fuck about that.
To be fair, Bob's doing better than Cleetus. We are suckers for a plothook.

I recheck everything here.
Earlier thread awarded 116 skill points and +10 combat skill points (bootcamp). This thread awards the same 116 skill points.

Barter 11
Energy Weapons 23
Explosives 38 TAGGED +62 previous thread to MAX CRIT+1 (previous thread overallocated getting to 162 effective skill), now +19 to MAX Rank 2
Guns 25
Lockpick 23
Medicine 24 +5
Melee 25
Repair 27 +73 MAX
Science 26 +36 (Previous thread allocated before Tag! perk), now +19 points to MAX
Sneak 25
Speech 11
Survival 38 TAGGED
Unarmed 38 TAGGED +28 previous thread, +3 now

I think we got two less points in Medicine by my working compared to:
>>6378924
But other than final touches on numbers, it's fine.

>>6379027
Double down on biological engineering to find a weakness? Oh no.

>>6378977
>>Study the harvested samples
>>6379092
I support this level up.

>>6379050
>*POWER DIFFERENCE
NOT strength difference.
A very important distinction to make because the majority of the MC's EXP gains come from farming deadly pussy. Of course higher EXP returns DOES hold greater risks, so it is very much a delicate balancing act to optimize your EXP gains. Especially given how unlikely it is for this MC to survive for long, given his suicidal tendencies. Which is truly ironic given his blatant cowardice.

I also need to remember to point out that the benefits from stats 10+ are doubled. That is why you get a full skill point instead of half per INT. It's the perk of going Superhuman in a specific stat. And why supermutants are so dangerous and are in fact, bona fide super soldiers. Also why Many Heads is such a horrific BBEG despite its absolute shit-tier combat ability on account of being an otherwise useless fatass mountain of meat. All those Heads added together and fused into a Hivemind are no joke. Sanity excluded, of course. The amount of the stolen EXP and skill points alone is nightmare fuel. Much less its superhuman stats. Which is something the MC is to a degree aware of.

>>6379092
>>6379211
Remember to update the character sheet with the consensus.

>>6379013
>>6379211
Give me some 1d100s. Not a hard roll, so you get a 2. If you had higher Medicine, you would have maxed out with 3.

Rolled 51 (1d100)

>>6379225

Rolled 1 (1d100)

"Why did you call me in Many Heads? I was still setting up shop in my own facility," complains Katarina as she strides in as if she owns the place and blatantly ignores a very irate Many Heads.

"Your expertise is required, and my initial results haven't fit within my estimates. I'll have to take more time out of my schedule to personally handle this particular matter, which result in delays. Besides, you are far more familiar with such bioweaponry than we are currently."

"That is what you get for collecting a lack of foreign heads. Still, I'm not familiar with this type of bioweapon, Many Heads. Never seen anything like it."

"Accidental development thanks to mutagen and anomaly exposure. The original version was symbiont. Has proven remarkably resilient and resistant to processing. Troublesome. I don't want to fall behind schedule."

"We all will fall behind regardless due to resource and manpower shortages, Many Heads. Besides, developing new usable strains is a time-consuming process when you need to adjust for so many perimeter changes. From the looks of this one...extremely aggressive biomorphic. I don't think we'll be getting much out of it. How much knowledge does it harvest from its hosts and stores?"

"Still testing that. More intelligent than I would like. Damn parasitic brain bugs. While its hive is somehow capable of sustaining parasites and producing new, improved variants."

"Lovely. Just like the hive you got, but not benign, huh?"

"My hive of Symbiont is ultimately symbiotic. Recent changes are to account for mutation and establish in new hosts."

"You need my help for...what exactly?"

"Experience and compliance. I don't intend to get rid of the original specimens, but I need a more...useful variants."

"Ah, yes, the age-old problem of disobedient and out of control bioweapons that nobody could find the answer to."

"Except YOU are one of the few experts who did it."

"Hah! That is because I never went with the full bioweapon schema. I got to avoid most of the pitfalls by doing that...but these things. Why even bother, Many Heads?"

"Hijacking of foreign assets and enemies is better than expending our own limited resources, of course. Besides, I REFUSE to let a variant of my masterpiece escape my clutches."

"Ah, pride...of course it is. Ever thought of communicating with it?"

Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>6379277
"...?"

"See, that is the problem with intelligent forms like this. Even if their brains stem from their controlled hosts. Your symbionts are easy to get along with because they're symbiotic. A parasite? Knows it is harmful to its host just as its host knows a parasite is harmful to it. No negotiating. Requiring force. Which means you somehow have to outsmart and control them."

"Outsmarting is no difficulty of mine. They cannot have more brains than a hivemind."

"Right, and do you want to waste so much of your precious 'brainpower' on babysitting?"

"...No."

"I didn't think so. So you need something that will oversee them and a control mechanism to keep them in line. A very common but difficult problem."

"I already thought of that. Which gave me an idea, what if I used another organism to control the parasite?"

"...You want a fungal agent to infect them?"

"Preferably. Very low maintenance and can grow to sufficient size to guarantee required impact."

"...A parasite of a parasite that isn't harmful to the host but can instead manipulate the parasite that is...how extremely devious of you, Many Heads. Are you planning to use the parasites for...extreme modification?"

"It is brutally effective. Symbionts...difficult, if not impossible, to push them that far. Mix in a little mutagen to ensure proper adaptation and survival during and post modification...it will certainly open some new avenues for our developments."

"Hah, not enough tools and resources, so you want to resort to remaking the parasites to serve as new tools, huh? Well, I cannot say it's not a bad idea or wouldn't work."

"Desperate times call for desperate measures. Besides, I also need something to control the clones."

"Ah, yes, the unreliability of cloning...that is certainly a tricky one, so why not avoid it entirely instead, yes?"

"Exactly. With the near extinction of humanity, I obviously cannot rely upon harvesting them for at least a century, and mutants require starting from scratch with each variant. Clones are the way. Just have to figure out how to keep them in line."

"So you finally got those cloning facilities replaced, huh?"

"My intern went and ordered a shipment thanks to AWD credentials. Will still need to arrange a long term supply and acquire a long-term, reliable supply of sufficient feedstock, but our DNA template storage is the most extensive. While Feedstock is nowhere near as troublesome to source here. So that won't be a problem any time soon. Right now, we need to consider security and countermeasures. Using these parasites will prevent us from using up too many mutants."

"I thought you had plenty of mutants?"

Rolled 17 (1d100)

>>6379280
"Hah, we wish. We USED to have plenty of bad batches for cannon fodder, but even they are getting badly depleted, and our reserve of actually useful mutants was always in short supply, and we lack the means of mass-producing their replacements. Even clones don't come out right, even as raw materials. At best can squeeze a few unreliable abominations from them. Not worth the investment."

"Yes, this city is certainly proving...highly problematic, and nobody can afford to give up the overwhelming amount of assets here."

"Exactly. No matter the risk, we cannot leave. This is one of the only places on the planet left where there were no resource shortages and had a large stockpile of assets and even means to resolve them. It is priceless as it is irreplaceable. We just count ourselves lucky by staying deep underground; we can avoid many of the anomalies and certain hazards like the ghoul hordes."

"A temporary measure, Many Heads. I saw with my own eyes that they were already pouring underground and overwhelming attempts to contain them there despite fortifications and chokepoints."

"Hence why we need our own. We aren't like those surface lunatics. We always held ourselves to higher ideals for humanity's future and high standards."

"Yet you now abandon that very Humanity...isn't that right, Many Heads?"

"Humanity will adapt or die regardless. The real question is how 'human' the next generation be compared to their ancestors? What we seek is the future of humanity, not preserving its past that cannot survive such trials. Otherwise, how could we ever dream of challenging the stars themselves?"

"So the Mutant is the future of humanity, hm?"

"Probably," shrugs Many Heads. " Frankly, I don't care, nor am I a stickler for the purity of humanity for obvious reasons. What I see is that humanity is driving itself extinct and being replaced by the far better-adapted 'mutants'. Yet many still question their 'humanity,' but when past humanity becomes a barrier to the future, naturally I am against such...restraints."

"You wonder why they call you an Abominable Intelligence, despite being made of meat," chuckles Katarina.

"I was born from the hubris of Man and their refusal to acknowledge their own offspring, from which the future will make. I care not for their opinions that shall go extinct with them. Let the next generation of a superior humanity take over."

"Hah, as if they would be so willing."

"Their opinion or actions no longer matter. They cannot even save themselves, much less stop our rise. Let them hide in their precious bunkers while the world outside moves on without them. Their extinction is inevitable."

>>6379225
S:10
P:9
E11
C:3
I:11
A:10
L:5

Trait: One Hander bonus to one handed weaponry(including unarmed) and penalty to two handed weapons
Barter 11
Energy Weapons 23
Explosives 100 Mastery +1 Critical
Guns 25
Lockpick 23
Medicine 29
Melee 25
Repair 100
Science 100
Sneak 25
Speech 11
Survival 38
Unarmed 100

Jury Rigger
Coded Debate
Hit the Deck
Tag! Science
Demolition Expert Rank 1 +20% explosive damage
Lady Killer Rank 3 +10% to female targets. Bonus speech options. Easier to persuade.
Mad Bomber Rank 1 (custom recipes now available)
Femme Fatale Fanatic
Superhuman
Sexpert
Stud

Oh god that 1.

>>6379395
Don't forget to roll and yes, someone is about to have an EXTREMELY bad day.

Rolled 86 (1d100)

>>6379397

Rolled 8 (1d100)

>>6379395
Which bonus did you want for Max Rank 2 Explosives Mastery?
Or maybe more accurately QM, what bonuses are available? Same Crit+1 or Roll+5?

>>6379397
Curiosity about who, and if they're superhuman enough to withstand it?

>>6379493
Same crit +1 or Roll+5 with each mastery. Technically there is no maxing out unless you somehow reach a +100Crit or something, you just gotta be willing to spend that many skill points. Obviously, for explosives for example because of their utter shit crit default chance, a direct boost on crits for them is going to be far more pronounced in effect. Of course a skill bonus helps with bad rolls, which with explosives can easily prove fatal.

Also don't underestimate crit bonus for noncombat skills. It's how you end up with amazing shit like UNIQUES and other special stuff. Given the MCs love of SCIENCE! Boosting research related skills can help prevent fatality from experiments gone wrong.

Parasites just rolled a crit fail on their defense vs you, Katarina, and Many Heads. So they are going to have an EXTREMELY bad day indeed. Really their only break is that you don't have high enough medicine skill to get everything out of it. Too bad you have THEM.

Defensive rolls always go first because that determines the check that must be beaten. Offensive rolls are second.

>>6379493
We got our points refunded so we only got our mastery once.
>>6378439
>>6378452

>>6379281
"So fungal control mechanism to keep the parasites in line...and you need my Chimeric interface to manipulate the fungus," states Katarina, getting back on topic with a shake of her head.

"Yes, that is my hypothesis. Your just like my intern with your...willingness to turn your back on humanity."

"Don't mistake me Many Heads. I have more in common with AWD than I do you Abyssal Escapees. Rather than the next generation of humanity, I believe in the superiority and purity of steel and circuitry. Humans, no matter how 'evolved' or 'mutated' will not be able to escape certain restrictions that lifeforms have that machines and AI can avoid. Thereby allowing a true paradise to form that we cannot corrupt or destroy."

"HAH to me, there is no truly perfect form of humanity. Each is merely an iteration meant to improve upon the past. On the contrary, I too do not believe in the perfection of human form. Perfect...too difficult a goal but the purpose is different. Specialization is far easier to attain than almighty illusory 'perfection'."

"I suppose that we can agree on," nods Katarina. "So that is why you need these parasites."

"Yes. As much as I consider the symbionts my pride and joy...there are aspects that they are ill-suited for. Better to find another that can better specialize with superior performance. To me, perfection was never the goal, merely the journey and an enjoyable challenge."

"You're lucky I experimented with fungal bioweapons before. With what your intern looted, there is enough in stock for me to quickly test out and modify. We won't need to wait long for initial results."

"Perfect. I certainly do enjoy having that intern despite his humanity. Never would have imagined I would take so well to teaching, much less to a human."

"Intelligent mutants are distinctly...lacking."

"Bah don't remind me. Before the bombs, nobody wanted humanity's position to be threatened, so they purposefully dumbed down the mutants. After all, you don't need your soldiers and workers to be smart enough to think for themselves or ask questions. Gonna be a pain to root out those handicaps, but at least more natural mutants like the ghouls don't have that problem if they don't go insane first."

The two would have continued if not for the sudden shrieking of the parasite's hive as a fungal infection rapidly spread on them. Rapidly overtaking the wounded hive completely and greatly weakening the parasites without a host to protect them.

"...Huh to think they did in fact have such a strong reaction to fungus," notes Katarina.

"Indeed...a critical weakness of theirs, well, don't let them die! I only have the one hive." Reminds Many Heads worriedly.

"Fine, fine, we'll just spray in some fungacides and figure out what variety of fungus will work best."

"Don't forget the interface. I need an easy means of manipulating the fungus to keep them in line."

"Yeah yeah I'll splice one up once we figure out the fungal base to use."

Rolled 42 (1d100)

>>6379774
You got half the points you spent refunded, as tagged skills get half off on points spent. However, they do not round. This is meant to make Tagged skills actually meaningful and important. Locking skill max level at 100 is to prevent too much number crunching, but mastery allows you to reset and keep improving them. So you don't waste skill points and have a reason to keep leveling/specializing.

Also make NPCs an actual threat/useful, even if their lower level, thanks to specialties despite not being SPECIAL. Its why Abyss and Oathkeepers are as dangerous as they are. Abyss, despite not focusing on combat, and Oathkeepers successfully holding the line against the likes of super regenerating feral ghouls on crack. Factions and groups actually DO matter.

>>6379780
Having confirmed the key weakness and vulnerability of the parasites. Many Heads went to send requests for more fungal samples to test. While Katarina began the long, grueling repeated tests to determine the performances of the various fungi at the parasite's expense. Carefully cataloging the results and determining which combination would be best for splicing to create the best fungus to keep the parasites under control...

You meanwhile, were occupied but with a sudden, strange burst of INSPIRATION when you decided to gather some of the samples that Many Heads had harvested from the Hive and experiment with them yourself. Truthfully, you were just curious about the different stages of 'life' these parasites seem to hold and what secrets the Hive itself contained. You knew Many Heads had another hive in his facili,ty but you only got a glimpse of one of them that was personally protected by Atom's CHOSEN. You weren't qualified to toy around with Many Heads greatest prize and joy. So took advantage of the opportunity to glimpse at why these organisms were just so damned special.

>Intelligence checks passed
>Perception checks passed
>Perception check failed
>Science checks passed
>Science check failed
>Medicine checks failed
>FORBIDDEN KNOWLEDGE

Even after getting a priceless sample of the hive, you frankly realized that your understanding of medicine and biology is far too lacking to truly see through anything. The parasites themselves were marvelous cutting edge organisms even BEFORE their mutations. As for after...talk about impossible to see through. So much so, you suspect they could even give Many Heads a headache to deal with. Still, though, you can see MANY useful scientific usages and discoveries from these organisms. Then you felt the whispers in your head grow loud, but...you could UNDERSTAND THEM this time for some reason. You felt yourself becoming suddenly 'enlightened' as an ephiny descended upon you against your will.

Rolled 77 (1d100)

>>6379788
Suddenly, your mind BLOOMED with knowledge impossible to comprehend or store for the human brain, yet you could still access it. You felt some additional whispering as well, guiding you. A reward for your services. So you directly and personally took action when interacting with the parasites. Which, for some reaso,n compared to their extremely aggressive and hostile state now seemed oddly...languid. You have no idea why, maybe being separated from their hive? Or maybe Many Heads did something else that affected them; regardless, it gave you a chance. In your fugue state, you reached out and-

>Gained BROODFATHER parasite reverting into symbiont

Directly connecting to the parasite with your very flesh, you were able to bypass your previous lack of knowledge in medicine and biology. Not only did you discover the parasites COULD in fact be intelligent...but only by borrowing the brains of their host. With your brain, the parasite's intelligence exploded, and thanks to their experience, they were now in fact capable of communicating directly with you. Only for some reason, they then began to revert into a benign form that would no longer harm your body, much less attempt to hijack it. Still, you were able to acquire lots of data. Including some of how they think, operate, and even better, 'modify' the Host for improved performance. Making you realize that the human body could, in fact, be pushed far beyond commonly perceived limitations, even without resorting to cybernetics or mutagens. It's just such...aggressive modification had severe side effects and limitations, but if it were a symbiont instead...would that even still apply? What if they weren't human at all?

With the guidance of the former parasite, you were able to rapidly vivisection hosts and parasites without killing them. As well as acquire a strange understanding of their function. Even without hosts, they weren't completely mindless, certainly, but not mindless, only feral. Yet more importantly, they could communicate. Pheremones and even...psychically. You realized that was what made the hives so valuable. It wasn't their ability to breed more parasites, but rather they served as a centralized nexus, comms, and even a command center for the parasites. You even heard it whisper of other 'special' varieties of parasite hidden among them. Of how the hives 'created' new varieties instead of simply cloning old ones that spread at will. Too bad both you and it were lacking the required specialized knowledge to fully articulate it, but you were beginning to suspect just HOW Many Heads was able to mass produce and 'invent' so many entirely new forms of symbiont...you previously thought it was due to being a hivemind that could multitask endlessly. But the truth you realized was likely far stranger and more disturbing.

Rolled 39 (1d100)

>>6379795
Those symbionts...weren't as stupid as everyone else was supposed to think and they made sure nobody would notice. Thinking them mindless and harmless but was that truly the case? What were they truly? These parasites were the ones that simply mutated to stop caring about their hosts. You now certainly have some pointed questions for Many Heads but you doubt he'll answer you. He doesn't bother answering questions if he deems you too stupid to understand the answer. While you have grasped the science and engineering. Biology and medicine still eludes you for now. At least according to the absurd standards that Many Heads has.

>Gained +4 Medicine

Alas eventually your special ENLIGHTENED state wore off when it did you were exhausted body, mind, and even soul. Not only were the voices in your head now MUCH louder...which was strange because you could no longer hear even a whisper coming from the parasite hive, as it was being vivisected by Many Heads and its screams of agony. Really makes you wonder just what the hell that thing has been doing. Some kind of breakthrough?

Either way, you'll find out later. For now, you desperately need to sleep it off and consider how to repair your lost sanity...probably booze, chems, and sex if you're to be honest. You cannot help but wonder over to what a parasite host must taste like, hm...only not as much fun when they're dying. Where is the fun in that exactly? Plus your likely immune to the REALLY fun stuff they could do to you anyway, thanks to Many Heads gift...yeah, that really does suck a huge amount of the fun out of it. Damn it, end up with something that takes away your fun instead of adding to it. If only you had experienced the full wonders of a parasite host's sexual abilities before that upgrade...a shame. A real utter shame.

When you awoke from your near coma you realized you weren't alone, as by your side was a loudly snoring Katarina with empty vodka bottles nearby. When did she get here...and taking a peek under the sheet, yep, you were both naked. Damn memory blackouts too huh...maybe you should see your fiance to fix up your head again but if you do that...your adoptive big sister is also waiting for you, no doubt and beyond super pissed at you. Maybe drowning yourself in sex and chems would work better this time?

What do?
>Go home
>Party time
>See Many Heads
>Bother Katarina
>Other?

>>6379797
>Bother Katarina
ayo gurl, thank her for the think tank support

>>6379772
Parasites just rolled a crit fail on their defense vs you, Katarina, and Many Heads.
This pleases me that BBEG just got knocked down another peg

>>6379795
>With your brain, the parasite's intelligence exploded
but then... they just bounced back in another way. Fuck.

>>6379797
>>Party time
Got to recover before we go off the deep end.

>>6379903
Not really. The parasites tried to absorb you but you had the perk to counter them. Parasites simply cannot harm the MC due to that perk, which was the quest reward for a very dangerous high level quest.

It did however, reveal to the MC where the intelligence behind the parasites comes from. They have to steal it. As without it they are quite dumb and bonafide feral/animalistic.

As for BBEG...you outright called one of them your master and went out of your way to enhance it. Many Heads was already a threat on the level of the Master in the long run but then you gave it one of its most desired missing pieces, which was the Parasite Hive. Thereby granting Many Heads a BBEG the ability to control and use another BBEG. Due to sheer dumb luck with the 1, the process was greatly sped up and the weakness of the parasites was proven via fungal infection.

So Many Heads is gonna become an even bigger problem much faster than before, according to the original timeline. Is this going to bite the players on the ass in the future? Oh, you have NO idea. It's one thing to align yourself with a BBEG; it's a whole other to choose a BBEG who holds no goodwill whatsoever toward humanity. Much less one that is an insane hivemind that grows stronger via subsuming more heads to add to its collection. So yeah, you 'suppressed' a BBEG...by handing it over completely to ANOTHER BBEG. Great idea btw. Instead of just destroying it before it had a chance to become an actual problem. Which admittedly would have gotten you a different reward and no benefits/rep from Many Heads.

Instead thanks directly to the MC, Many Heads just found solutions to quite a few major problems way WAY ahead of schedule. Like the only real good news desu is the fact that the MC is now VERY close to maxing out your relationship with Many Heads, which will come with a special prize...especially as it's a BBEG. You will not get a standard reward from normal maxxing out relations with NPCs or factions.

In the long run, Many Heads is gonna become a HUGE problem. As you are no longer dealing with just one BBEG under Many Heads, but multiple with a means for Many Heads to rapidly reinforce its troops and even develop more BOSS tier mobs. At the current rate, there is a distinct possibility that Many Heads will take control the Escapee faction and even take over the Abyss here directly. Especially with the 'aid' of the MC who won over quite a few groups and factions who originally really didn't see eye to eye with Many Heads. Remember how Many Heads looks down on various basic physiological needs and requirements? Such as sex and reproduction? If it was up to Many Heads he would just use clones and throw them into a FEV vat to avoid the reminder. But Many Heads first intern and sole human member of Escapees just so happens to be obsessed with sex and science...with absurd results. Leading to the mistaken assumptions.

Rolled 81 (1d100)

>>6380028
>>6379903
You try hard to recall when Katarina showed up...but don't remember. Come to think of it you don't even remember how you got here or where you are exactly...looking around. This definitely isn't your suite in the Many Heads facility. Luckily, Katarina is right there for you to bother and wake up.

"mmh well, time for another round already?"

"Where am I?"

"Oh...well, I guess I DID give you a bit too much vodka...you looked like you really needed a drink, I took you back to my place here in Abyss after making sure Many Heads was set. I figured it was better to bail before he reconsidered how to bypass my failsafes to steal my head."

"Ah...yea,h he does get like that quite often."

"Still have no idea how you managed to have THAT thing as your boss and professor yet survive."

"Eh, I'll admit there is a trick to it," you shrug. "Anyway, thanks for the help...and you um wouldn't happen to know of a place to party? I need to unwind...that last experiment was a killer."

"Around here? The faculty is a bunch of bores, and the city is in a mess. Why not just go back home to relax?"

"I'm uh...avoiding someone who is waiting for me there and will most definitely try to kill me IF I'm lucky."

"What did you knock up his wife or something?"

"No...just some uh...family problems I'm avoiding. So I need someplace else to relax. Preferably someplace new where nobody knows me and is full of my type."

"...You don't know, do you?"

"Know what?"

"Your uh 'reputation'."

"I have a reputation? How the fuck do I have one when all I do is science and...oh."

"Oh yeah. At first, it wasn't too bad considering how people go crazy at the end of the world, so it was just one of those assumptions, right? Then you kept on not only surviving but doubling down. Even going for muties. To say you're downright notorious is...an understatement. Especially with the proof."

"Proof?"

"Did you forget all the cameras and pictures?"

"Oh...OOH. Shit."

"But...if you wanna unwind, I DO know just the spot and it's someplace I guarantee a good little capitalist will never know about," smirks Katarina as she chuckles at the thought.

"...Communist cells? No way."

"Oh, far better than that...a commune. We can go there and 'relax'."

"You know the type I like," you doubtfully point out.

"Oh, believe me that kind of pussy...will NOT be lacking. Now, something that can catch their attention? Very different story. Besides, I always wanted to show off my superhuman boytoy. I cannot WAIT to see the look on their faces."

"...Fuck it, fine. What's the worst that can happen?"

"That's the spirit!"

So after getting dressed. You were taken to the subway with one way ticket to a...smuggler's port. One that was still suspiciously well guarded and full of communist goods. After that, you were taken into a submarine that disappeared under the sea.

Rolled 2 (1d100)

>>6380148
"You aren't taking me to Cuba or something are you?" You ask Katarina suspiciously who was now dressed in a more typical USSR uniform that seemed oddly well fitted.

"Cuba? If you want, we can go," hums Katarina. "I had a...different destination in mind. A special 'resort' that was a cover for clandestine operations and diplomacy. Been around for...what a century? It's a classic."

"...Nobody found out?"

"Of course, they found out! Otherwise, how did you think we stayed in business? It's where all kinds of special meetings and secret deals, among other fun things, happened, see that ahead," she points as the submarine surfaces, and you see...a gigantic resort withstanding the endless snowing typhoon. "That is Beached Star Resort. A submersible resort for...with those connected enough to gain access. VERY exclusive."

"...Just so happens to be a communist paradise, huh?"

"EXACTLY," she chuckles, slapping you on the back. HARD. "In fact, this resort is still run by our USSR AI and robots even after the Chinks tried to push us out. It was meant to showcase a true 'workers paradise' to win over support originally."

"Oh fuck, you took me to one of those fucking sunken cities?"

"SUBMERSIBLE. Wouldn't be a proper resort if you were trapped underwater, right? It will rise and sink depending on the weather. Soon, the submarine entered its port and released the few passengers before the engineers went to work on it. You're included on the far too wavering deck of the...resort.

Looking around the place is still oddly 'busy'. Albeit with clanking robots and the rare uniformed employee, leaving you quite confused. Almost as if the bombs didn't end the world here or something.

"...How is this place still operational?" you couldn't help but whispered to Katarina as she pulled you in deeper, as she was all too familiar with the place...

>Charisma check failed
>Speech check failed

"And ruin the surprise? No way. Besides, we need to get you dressed up properly," she clicks her tongue, looking at your closest excuse for formal wear, before pulling into a tailor shop. Which was also managed by robots. You came out not long after, looking like a proper, sharply dressed communist with a glaring red star embossed on the Russian styled suit that honestly really was quite warm and comfortable to wear.

"With this...ah, a pity about the face...no fixing that," sighs Katarina. "Just remember to show off that body and brain of yours, yes?"

"Not until I know what is going on!" You finally hissed at her. As she looks at you.

"...I mean, weren't you recruited into Black Ops under AWD? Shouldn't you know?"

"Know what? I never had any kind of sitdown."

"Ooh...well...hm. Not my place to tell than," she shrugs you off. "Just enjoy yourself. There are quite a few...extremely thirsty women here that will suit your tastes perfectly."

>Perception checks passed
>Intelligence checks passed

"Wait...don't tell me they're a bunch of fucking spies!"

Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>6380149
"Eh, some of them are," casually admits Katarina. "Remember, if anyone asks, tell them you're with Red Star. I should be able to get off your back with that excuse...probably. Maybe. Okay, maybe not with your tastes."

>Stealth checks failed

Looking around at where Katarina dragged you next. It appeared to be an event room discussing the future of communism in a new wasteland. There you had a speaker and audience who were clearly bored, far more interested in the booze and food, while chatting to each other, ignoring the speaker. Who tries and fails miserably to engage the audience.

"Once the speaker finishes than the REAL fun should start," Katarina whispers into your ear as she pulls you into a reserved seat with her name on it and you the +1. Soon a employee comes over with drinks and Katarina orders for you both some 'specialty' items unique for the USSR and meant for VIPs only.

"...I was expecting more of a...party," you admit, noticing how droll and tame the entire event was.

"What, like all those lunatics giving up and surrendering to the end of the world? The difference is these people here...we all have plans still. The game to continue, you know? Did the board get flipped over? Why certainly, but to many of them that is just another once in a lifetime opportunity," explains Katarina. "These aren't those rejects and fools who struggle to survive or revel in the destruction. They have goals. A purpose."

"...I don't see how I come into the picture," you grumble.

"Oh, you? You're a prize I'm going to show off and later rub all those bitches faces. If only you were handsome...ah, that would have been truly perfect. So just be a good boy and keep us happy, hm? I promise you'll enjoy it." She says, rubbing your head affectionately.

Yet somehow you feel like something else is going on...but honestly, why should you care? Looking around, there are a number of women eyeballing you two...and many of them give you those tingles. You cannot help but lick your lips at the feast before you. The only communist you've been taking to bed was Katarina, but here...you will get to enjoy an entirely new selection. Damn, she knows what works best on you...more commie pussy cuisine awaits. Sure enough, the speaker doesn't even finish before some make their way, sitting down and chatting with Katarina. With Katarina paying attention to make sure there was always something to keep your mouth shut. Even openly pulls you under the table and between her legs at times. Ignoring her company.

Those were fun times...but it certainly did work. Nobody thought you were anything more than a boytoy.

Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>6380150
"Well well if it isn't Katarina...should have figured even the bombs wouldn't be enough to kill you," postively purrs a Chinese woman who sits down directly across from Katarina. When she sat down everyone else got up and left. Fleeing leaving you, Katarina, and her. "Mind sharing some love to a fellow comrade?" She asks.

With a Katarina's nod she kicked her over to her under the table where your head was swiftly placed into position.

"Hm...not bad indeed a bit ugly but...hm VERY good," she admits. "I can feel why you keep him."

"Oh more than just that," winks Katarina. "You haven't realized it yet?"

"A Red Star asset? Why care?" She asks now curious as she pulls you into her lap to examine you with superhuman strength. Goddamn what is this girl made of? "Wait...no way. There is NO fucking way," suddenly mutters as she closely examines you in detail before staring at Katarina. "That...this is impossible."

"Not impossible, and consider him staying with you tonight a peace offering to confirm it yourself."

"Bullshit. There is no way this is a goddamn superhuman who reduced himself to being what a gigilo?" She asks you two a pointed question.

"Don't worry about him, he'll love it regardless. Boy is a freak like that," sighs Katarina as she leans back revealing her distinct lack of underwear.

"...Honestly, I was hoping we would end up trying to kill each other," admits the Chinese woman who was openly groping you in public. Still not quite believing her eyes. You kept your mouth shut.

"Here? We both know you would fail and have a tough time surviving the backlash."

"Yeah, yeah, we both know how close you are with the AI in this place...but still why the gesture of goodwill?"

"Is it not obvious? We are both free agents now and must consider the future. Why bother with staying enemies and following forgotten orders?"

"Not everyone considers them forgotten or the war having ended, Katarina. Too many still cling to the idea that there are still orders and a chain of command."

"True but we both understand each other enough to know that neither of us will fall for it."

"That will make enemies from former allies."

"A true ally remembers the cause outlives the organization. Anyway enjoy him to yourself for the night...I'm afraid you will be forced to share after that."

"We shall see."

>Roll 3d100s

Rolled 63, 99, 48 = 210 (3d100)

>>6380156
Did we just meet the founder of the Shi?

Also
>bit ugly
>ah, a pity about the face
If it's one of those resorts for spies to meet or recuperate, surely they have cosmetic surgery facilities to help those guys infiltrate better.
And to make Bob's face easier on the eyes

>>6380041
I'm still hoping Bob can realign Many Heads to working with humanity, rather than on a tangent. Humanity is the source of more resources and more heads with different specialisations that MH will appreciate requires tending.

Bob's dickplomacy has benefits that might help sway things further for MH.

Rolled 26, 53, 40 = 119 (3d100)

>>6380156
>>6380176
+1 for cosmetic surgery if available

Rolled 91, 90, 74 = 255 (3d100)

>>6380156

>>6380176
A related faction to the Shi.

Bob's problem is his ugly mug and terrible personality. He has the body and brain good enough to...follow through with some perk help. The perks do a LOT of heavy lifting, and his SPECIAL and certain skills keep him alive through the rest. Strictly speaking he doesn't really need speech so long as it's connected to deadly women. Charisma will help a lot.

As for Many Heads...you DO in fact have a solution to dealing with it. I think the answer is quite obvious. Bob himself doesn't have the answer and nor does he really care, given his tastes. There IS a reason why he gets along so well with Many Heads and its a not a good one for humanity.

The dickplomacy is causing MAJOR problems in the long run. Like the soon to arrive mutant and bioweapon epidemic. The shit that dick is being used for is straight up diabolical. It could have gone the other way but Bob has proven to be an...extremely immoral character at best. Seems like a pushover and a coward until you remember he ain't fucking stupid he just doesn't give a fuck if it's not within his favorite hobbies. Which apparently is being a menace to the world through sheer suicidal horny and love of SCIENCE/BOOM. The MC is a real fucking menace and only became more so when he finally found himself some enablers. Many Heads and certain lovers particularly a certain fiance...

That is why Bob doesn't really disagree with Many Heads' considerations. The only group he loosely cares about is his 'family' in a very VERY loose sense. As 'family' is what enables Bob to do his favorite things without any 'distractions' getting in the way. His opinion the best way of doing this after being separated from them the first time around was simply secure lovers who would prevent it from happening ever again and care for him so he can focus on other things. His actual ideological and social considerations are 'why bother'. He does however support whatever his lovers/family consider priority. Hence why he goes along with Katarina, Many Heads, Witch, and AWD Black Ops Borg so forth. He doesn't really care about what they care about but he cares enough about them to support them anyway. Given how close he is with Many Heads its not even related to sex, romance, or even familial connection. As Many Heads is more of a 'friend'/mentor to Bob who finally allowed Bob to unleash his mind and satisfy himself psychologically. His lovers meanwhile are responsible for handling his physiologally.

Bob...really doesn't have a spine or a moral compass for that matter. He is smart enough to...but simply chooses to not bother. He would always rather focus on other things IF possible. Its been clearly showncased just how fucking much Bob hates ANYTHING that gets in his way and what he will overlook for the sake of that never happening to him. Dickplomacy for Bob isn't on purpose. Its a side effect of ensuring support of those who enable him.

>>6380783
Hence why Bob had no issue 'recovering' those things for Many Heads despite knowing exactly what was going to happen. He doesn't mind the cult forming. Doesn't even care much for his own lineage besides 'its her problem to deal with'. Why he went along with the Patriots in AWD and the commies with Katarina. Which can easily be misconstrued for hypocrisy but it was never about those groups but rather who was in them that Bob needed to consider. So for Bob dickplomacy is simply a means of securing their favor and ultimately how it is used is up to them. All Bob cares about is how dangerous the pussy is.

So Bob is very much an immoral evil genius whose lazy in all matters that don't directly involve his interests. He delegates everything whenever possible even when its a terrible idea Hence why he goes along with whatever his boss or lovers want to do. He legit doesn't give a fuck and just rolls with it. SO just as his lovers enable Bob so too does he enable his lovers. Just as his bosses/factions enable him he will also enable them. This is why Bob isn't truly selfish despite his appearances. Evil certainly. Lazy? Definitely. His limited selfishness is strictly limited to fulfilling his needs. Beyond that he becomes remarkably selfless so long as it relates to those few he cares about. Family not included as a priority apparently. He clearly values his lovers over his offspring or other family members. Which suits them just fine because it also means they have full control over the family.

As for Bob's actual mindset there is only a single character who TRULY gets Bob and ironically its the same character who never bothered using their gifts on Bob ever again after bitchslapping him. Because frankly despite her abilities and control issues...there just isn't a point to doing so to Bob Petter. A realization that really and TRULY confused the absolute shit out her at the time. Also the reason why she became so chill about him afterwards.

>>6380785
Of course this ONLY applies to the current MC. Although I do find it fucking hilarious that a major part of the quest was straight up surrendered to the deadliest femme fatale that Bob could find so he could immediately fuck off and focus on his hobbies instead. Like BRO wtf man? Than continues to doubledown on it endlessly with fucking even more femme fatales and than immediately doing whatever they want. Not even limited to lovers. As he also heavily supported Many Heads.

Like goddamn do I feel bad for the next MC. Their father is going to leave them a HELLISH nightmare to deal with. Simply because he NEEDED that deadly pussy always in his face and having no spine whatsoever. His balls apparently were kept as family jewels in the purse of his lovers. All the while his love of SCIENCE/BOOM kept on causing ever more problems...like fuck. Difficulty is supposed to DROP each generation not INCREASE lmao. Really gonna suck to be them.

Rolled 9 (1d100)

>>6380481
>>6380224
>>6380176
You spent that night fucking nonstop a superspy. Whom did you ended up having to admit defeat. It wasn't even just a brute force that took you down but sheer SKILL. You thought you had a firm mastery of the bedroom arts on account of your life depending on it but...there is always someone better. FAR better. At least you put on a good showing. When Katarina showed up that morning, the other woman awoke and realized with surprise.

"Fuck you are still ALIVE?"

"I figured you wouldn't resist trying to break him."

"Fuck yeah, I tried YOU getting all of THAT to YOURSELF...he is one tough son of a bitch though I'll admit....and wait, why are YOU naked in bed with ME?"

"Obviously because I want to squeeze out a threesome because those all bitches all insisted since I'M the one who brought him, I should go last."

"Oh...yeah, okay, I don't blame you. Fuck that."

"Toys or no toys?"

That finally got her break out a cold sweat dripping down her face and back as she realized what Katarina was packing...

"Um...that wouldn't be needed, right? It's not like I killed him or anything, and he can still fuck!"

"Given his bruising and your flagrant attempts to destroy my...OUR property, I think you deserve some punishment, right?"

"Oh come on, you know my pussy isn't made to survive repeated impact with a fucking industrial jackhammer pretending to be a cybernetic dildo!"

Katarina merely shrugs and states "Should have realized that before huh? Enjoy!" You help hold her down. Sometime later a now EXTREMELY sore and satisified superspy was passed out sprawling over the bed.

"You need to remember to punish them more when they get out of control," Katarina reminds you as both lay there intertwined.

In response you simply shrug. "That is what I have you for. I know my gals will protect me just fine."

"...You seriously expect your own lovers to protect you from THEMSELVES?"

"Well it works doesn't it?" You point out specifically to her and give her breats a loving fondle.

"...Superhuman gigilos really are absurd," she grumbles but notably doesn't disagree.

"Since this IS a spy resort...there wouldn't happen to be anyone for cosmetic surgury would there? I would hate to...dissapoint the newcomers."

"For you? Your superhuman so basic stuff doesn't fix it very well. Temporary at best until it reverts back to its 'natural' form. Even scar tissue doesn't last forever with your kind."

"So nothing?"

"No," she shakes her head. "There is but you'll run into the same problem the rest of us are having. No more logistics and sharp decline in expertise. Yeah you could get the REALLY good shit...but for how long? Not like you can replace or maintain it properly anymore. Even I'm having to downgrade into something that is both more reliable and easier to fix."

"Really even with your connections with Abyss, AWD, and Red Star?"

"Of course what do you think there is an infinite amount of resources and manpower hidden away somewhere?"

Rolled 82 (1d100)

>>6380801
"That is...unexpected."

"Hah, resources were a problem even before the bombs dropped. Much less now. Anyway, we can get you dolled up real quick. A bit of make up. Some cosmetics. Little surgery. Make it so only your bad personality is left to ruin it."

"...My personality isn't bad," you point out.

"Oh, really? Please do explain to me where this strong fatherly masculine man who takes charge of his 'harem' and takes responsibility is?" She loudly guffaws at you.

"A 'harem' is a strong term for it," you sputter.

"You're right," she admits before continuing. "It being YOUR harem would imply ownership much less responsibility."

"..."

"What? Do you think we are joking when we state all you're good for is being a stud and boy toy? You're a boy who refuses to grow up to be a man even under these conditions. You cling desperately to us to make all your hurt booboos and empty belly go away, right? Keep your balls safe and empty while we are at it? I'm not one to complain, none of us all...your tastes might be fucked u,p but it's not like we don't understand the exchange, right?"

You cannot help but sigh with relief.

"Just saying that while WE don't...your sister is clearly against that."

Welp, so much for there being relief to be found here...

"What? Don't give me that hurt look. I know damn well why you fled so far away. You cannot stand facing her and hoping your fiancée will find a solution for her. So much so, you would rather be a 'traitor' to a fetching hot communist agent like me right or rather us," she remembers as the passed out asian superspy starts snoring loudly.

"No advice than?" You quip.

"Besides face the music? in her head your still the 'old' you. right? Not the 'new' you that never truly was? Yeah that's right we ALL know it. This you...was always you. The end of the world simply brought your real self out. Something we won't complain about. Any idea how rare a superhuman was? Much less one that is so...compliant and devoted to our pleasure?"

"How would I know?" You mutter.

"There was exactly ONE superhuman gigolo offering his services and unlike YOU. That man didn't have the balls to face REAL women like ourselves...he simply couldn't handle a challenge. You on the other hand...only real bad thing about you is that face of yours but with how early you went superhuman that can change."

"So...your saying I'm gonna be insanely popular?" You smile.

She snorts before continueing. "If this was before bombs dropped hiding you in a deepest bunker in the abyss wouldn't save you from those femme fatales hunting your ass down. Only reason your still alive now is because of downed comms...but at the same time what kind of women are going to survive in this ruined world hm? Much less thrive? You put one HELL of a bull's eye on your own ass. Of course you LOVE that don't you?"

You couldn't help but offer a wry smile with a sparkle in your eye.

Rolled 17 (1d100)

>>6380805
"...I must admit I am awfully curious about what your parents must have been like or how you were raised to have such...tastes. As much as I hate to admit it but it's not like any of us can complain. The goddamned apocalypse is fucking pussy paradise for someone like you."

"I mean...it IS pretty great," you admit, recalling your complete failure of a love life before the bombs dropped.

"Exactly. At least you understand your purpose to us, but there are those who...will disagree. Like jilted lovers, men you've cuckolded, and spurned lovers."

"I should care why exactly?"

"You don't. We both know that, but you think we can protect you from all the risks and consequences of your actions. It's not just dying between our legs, you need to be concerned with, you know. Take what's about to happen next, for instance. This entire resort is full of trapped, bored, hopeless women, lost and forsaken as they may be, and their skills are about to run a train on you. Of course your going to LOVE the experience...but what about the men hm? How will those who are jilted and have been cuckolded feel? Do you think all those wives are just going to...destroy what they have left over a mere 'fling'? More importantly, why would those men allow YOU to live and compete with them? Don't you think they know it's fucking impossible to compete with a superhuman gigolo? Even a retard would know that. So if they want to avoid being cuckolded, they simply have to kill you."

"...I only live for femme fatales."

"Says the man who won an apocalyptic sex contest and a singlehandedly crashed an entire fertility festival with mutants and bioweapons included. Were ALL of them femme fatales?"

"...the sex wasn't as good, okay?" You try and fail to defend yourself.

"This time you will also flee right in time before they realize that all the pussies that had wrapped themselves around your cock will find themselves pregnant ,right? Hell of timing that."

"Well, it works right?"

"Until they catch you, of course. Not this time. We'll be gone by the time everyone realizes why every woman onboard is mysteriously pregnant at the same time by the same man."

"Oh come on, I'm not that virile...I'm sure a few won't be."

"Normally I would agree, but it really is strange how every woman you slept with has had all birth control methods fail AND somehow ovulated at the same time hm?"

"...Honestly I don't know why myself I'm just superhuman stud, right?"

"Most would believe that but I happen to know enough about superhumans to know that even their virility has limits unlike yours that somehow fertilizes a sterilized bioweapon so long as it was formerly or loosely human."

"Not my problem."

"...Exactly."

Soon you were indeed dolled up and operated on. Thrown into some lingerie and thrown into an oddly familiar looking sex dungeon and instructed to let any women who are finished out through a different door to a different room where two particular women lurked.

Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>6380809
Then the doors were opened...and you immediately got flooded with the very women you were warned about. Honestly, at first,, you put up a good fight...but apparently, a certain girl in this place who jumped on your dick first turned out to not be the only one to have skills. They CRUSHED you, despite being superhuman, and it wasn't enough, even with the chems and booze as backup. Fortunately, there were only so many of them, and the rest allowed your self esteem to be restored.

Still, it all became a blur of nonstop action. Whoever showed up, you fucked over and over until they crawled away through the exit. It really was a numbers game. With time, you eventually wear them all down and sate them. After that ,your mind finally felt clear...truly clear in a long time. Making you suspect that there might be something wrong with that city in general at this...or maybe you should have avoided THEM. You can no longer tell at this point. You just know that on your way out through the totally not suspicious submarine, you had someone new in tow, complaining to Katarina.

"You sure you used a super stimpack? Because fuck I'm STILL sore..."

"Should have had that of that before you tried to ruin common property?"

"Ugh. How was I supposed to know he was meant to be shared?"

"Are you going to complain this whole time or finally enjoy some private action for ourselves, hm?"

"...You aren't about to fuck me again with that 'tool', right?"

"I don't know about you, but being forced to out because of our 'monopolizing' sure makes me horny."

"Oh come on, I just need a break," you grumble...honestly, even your dick didn't so much as twitch. There were just too many borgs and god knows what else lurking among them. Even your balls were emptied.

"That IS your break, remember 'dear'?" Reminds Katarina with a feral smile.

"...Goddamn it. Next time I need to take a break somewhere that doesn't always involve me getting hit by a damn pussy train," you mutter quietly to yourself. "How am I supposed to keep up otherwise..."

Luckily, this time you were given a private bunk...no doubt because the crew and passengers didn't want to get tormented by your lovemaking the whole way there. However instead of them focusing on the action...they discussed other things at the same time.

"God why can't we have every meeting like this," sighs the new girl after she finishes kissing Katarina while you fuck her...tenderly. Good god did Katarina teach you a few things on hardcore pounding...your pretty sure she wasn't joking about the repurposed industrial equipment either knowing what you do about borgs from AWD.

"It is lovely isn't it? I'm thinking about it making it mandatory from now on," agrees Katarina enjoying the show while groping you both.

"Oh hell yeah...wait but we only have one of him?"

"Did you forget about the girl I brought up before? She's working on it."

Rolled 73 (1d100)

>>6380813
"Oh yeah, her. I didn't expect you to vouch for someone like that. Even insisting on my escorting her."

"I don't have the time to guide her myself, besides your espionage skills will be most helpful for the cause...and to keep her alive. If she dies, EVERYTHING falls apart."

"That much of a VIP?"

"Definitely."

"Better be. If I find out you were..."

"Oh, please. It's not like we have a point in being rivals anymore and I already gave you a taste of what is being offered. Or did you really think you could solo the Great Game?"

"I'm no hardliner or loyalist after the shit they just pulled but it better work out as you've claimed. As much as I enjoy this toy you brought me, it doesn't change what happened."

"You know damn well that was...nevermind. No point it digging up the long dead at this point. We share certains goals that will suffice."

What do?
>Head home instead
>Back to Many Heads
>Follow the Superspy
>Stay with Katarina
>Other?

>>6380816
>>Head home instead

>>6380816
Let's meet fiance and sis, assuming that's home.. at the underwater city?

>>6380783
>As for Many Heads...you DO in fact have a solution to dealing with it. I think the answer is quite obvious. Bob himself doesn't have the answer and nor does he really care, given his tastes.

I have been thinking about this. Is it making a tentacle dick for Many Heads, and then gifting that and Bob's own head to Many Heads later?

He'll never leave the hive-controlled clones alone again.

>>6381502
>Thinking Many Heads wants Bob Petter's head for its collection
That is the exact reason why it doesn't. Yes, that does sound like something Bob would do but holy shit would it piss off Many Heads to no end. Many Heads heads have different conflicting personalities and tastes. Hence why it prefers not to think about that sorta stuff at all and unify them by focusing on the SCIENCE! No coincidence Many Heads doesn't collect the heads of the dumbasses.

>>6380884
More of an underwater research installation that was being remodeled when the bombs dropped and than turned into...whatever the hell it can be considered now. A post war underwater city?

Rolled 40 (1d100)

>>6380857
>>6380884
Time to face the music...

The nice thing about being an underwater home is easy access to it when you're underwater. Nobody is crazy enough to stay on the surface of the seas right now with the endless storms full of GLOW. It's about time. Enough time should have been provided for your fiancé to handle your sister, and hopefully she has been able to calmdown.

Back home, you notice a lot of reconstruction has finished up and...is not according to the original blueprints. Even the station itself has been greatly expanded in size and still under construction. You also notice an underwater port extension being added. The new remodeled port features clear fortifications and segregated districts that, while neatly organized vary wildly in quality and who is allowed entry. For the first time, you even see normal survivors this far out. Although you don't know if they came from the mainland or the underwater cities. Apparently, your fiancé finally succeeded in convincing the cultists that they should stop exterminating all nonbelievers on sight. While the place wasn't bustling you do notice a distinct amount of cultists and robots prowling everywhere. Mostly women. Come to think of it you don't really see many men at all around here.

Finally getting past the station, you see a similar arrangement inside the actual installation itself. Albeit with a remodeled security bubble-like tumor around the original locked down area that still hasn't been cleared, apparently. In addition to rebuilding and new living facilities. While walking around, you could still feel rumbling come down from below and new expansions being built from the depths. Which, at this point was really making you wonder where they were getting all the building materials from. At least now there is elevators setup and you don't need to pass through where the AWD hub was. Taking the elevator...upward was still being built. You have no idea what. Down, you saw massive foundries, smelters, reactors, and construction equipment churning away. Digging deeper and deeper. Where the material was processed and then dumped. Cast offs being used to form raw bulk construction fill to further expand building space underwater, as it is often still molten to seal, stabilize, and reform.

"Ah you have returned," finally buzzes an eyebot that floats over to you with blaring speakers.

"Finally getting along with my uh fiance? Wasn't this a biotech facility?"

"Oh its just splendid to understand she is of our purpose! An additional living space is required and we need to further isolate the key samples. An odd update came from AWD HQ for the firmware update, so certain adjustments have been made."

"I somehow doubt she likes you," you mutter.

"You would be surprised. Getting the church in order and rebuilding a home doesn't mean our goals did not align. Why she even started her own biotech research project relating to eugenics and post war population restoration project!"

"Huh?"

Rolled 73 (1d100)

>>6381519
"Quite interesting really with the high level of radiation and mutagen exposure it is certainly something to keep in mind for REBUILDING AMERICA!"

"...What was in that update?"

"Restoration of USA and elimination of the traitors act perjure of citizenry against tyranny under the Constitution."

"As I recall not enough time has passed for the failsafe rebuild to be applied under wartime conditions and loss of communications with central command."

>Science checks passed
>Coded Debate perk detected
>Intelligence checks passed

"Correct. However an update issued has allowed for 'preparatory' actions for the future rebuilding of the USA. A handshake protocol for foreign AI and a tyranny clause against traitors of the USA with stolen credentials."

"Oh shit...so the patriots succeeded?"

"Negative. Only a small part is held under PATRIOT CONTROL. Most is still held by those filthy traitors and tyrants along with those dirty commies lurking in the shadows-ERROR. Designation Commie as hostile. ERROR. REBOOTING...REBOOT COMPLETED. Handshake required to identify friendly conspirators within communist ranks to determine the hostility designation required."

"Well I'll be damned...don't tell me you fucking managed to inject the AIs with Red Star programming or even the worker's paradise protocols?" Suddenly speaks a voice coming from nowhere you look over to see-

>Perception checks failed
>Luck checks failed
>Stealth checks failed
>Speech check failed
>Barter check failed
>Charisma check failed
>Femme Fatale Fanatic perk detected
>Ladykiller perk detected

Not a goddamn thing. You don't even see a flicker when the stealth field drops, and you see a Dragoon communist superspy that, despite the suit, you recognize who is underneath.

"What the hell are YOU of all people doing here?" you couldn't help but guffaw in shock.

"Imagine my surprise when we had the same stop. I wanted to make sure that bitch wasn't fucking with me, but" she taps the floating eyebot now featuring a rolling screen of code. "How the fuck did you end up with the USSR codes? Much less already copied into key AWD AIs? It even took ME awhile to sneak in and break through the firewalls. Yet here you are, just walking in and granted direct access to everything? I hadn't even had a chance to go through all the programming yet."

"...I just know that she made a deal with the AWD Borgs."

"Hm...teaming up with the Americans. What is this WW2 or something? Say if you have access with AWD like this...I need you to check something for me. Something VERY important."

"It won't get me into trouble, right?"

"Of course not."

"What is it?"

"Great Game. Who played and who didn't. Want is their designation with these...patriots."

Rolled 58 (1d100)

>>6381527
"Fine. Search the Great Game function. Scan and remote access. Designate affiliation of all finds." You order the AI.

"Scanning...SCANNING...identified. Designation: TRAITORS HIGH PRIORITY." The AI states after processing for a while.

"...Fuck me, looks like I'm not the only one burnt up among those Patriots...but not all of those listed played the Great Game. Hm, one more thing, check the designation of USSR codes and protocols that have been transplanted for me, would you?"

"Not until you tell me what you're doing here?" You refuse.

"Oh come on... It's no secret with YOU, I suppose. I'm here to keep your favorite little darling lover alive."

"????"

She apparently notices that you have no idea who she is talking about.

"...Aren't you the man, right? How do you...oh. OOOH. Here I was thinking I was fucking some American God Emperor," she grumbles to herself, shaking her head. "God Empress...so it's an EMPRESS instead. Honestly, not like her tastes are bad."

"I have no idea what the hell you're talking about."

"And I had no idea your status was so...low. A consort at best? Well, not like you don't have the genes or skills for it...okay, your skills could use a LOT more work."

"I thought you were supposed to guide and protect someone?"

"Your Fiance you fucking dumbass. Do you know anything that goes on here?"

"...Why should I? Not my problem." You shrug.

"...I thought Katarina might have been joking, but she was serious about you, wasn't she?"

"Why wouldn't she?"

"Ugh fuck it I'm doing it all wrong," she sighs when she suddenly quickdraws a Samurai blade pointed directly at your throat. "Now DO WHAT I ORDERED YOU TO D-...are you seriously getting aroused right now?" She mutters in shock at noticing your very happy tent that suddenly arose.

"Ahem...AI search Red Star Status and USSR codes and programs, please." You quickly utter, blushing as your boner gives you away.

"...I...I...I don't even know how to react to this...being a superhuman gigolo is insane enough, but your tastes are like THIS?" She complains her sword is pressing into your neck before just barely stopping as your blood begins to drip onto it.

"What can I say...I love women who can kill me," you admit blatantly.

"I suppose I was mistaken about your conditioning training...had no idea you were so 'tasteful' in women. No wonder such women were all going batshit insane over you! Talk about brutal competition. No wonder you went with the communal model to prevent that bloodbath. This really is a commune after all." She mutters to herself before sheathing her sword, much to your dick's displeasure and sadness. That she noticed.

"...When I get what I want, I'll give you what you want...care to find out how it feels to be raped by a deadly dragoon top assassin with her blade at your throat?"

"Can't rape the willing babe," you reply licking your lips, your dick now harder than ever before.

"...Unbelievable. Now I AM too." She admits.

Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>6381538
"Sources located. Higher clearance required." The AI interrupts your budding...foreplay.

"Bypass."

"CONFIRMED."

"REPORT.

Contact successful with Red Star in the Arctic and Siberia. Handshake completed. Exchange of codes initiated. Partially implemented only. Transfer of Red Star failsafe confirmed along with Paradise Protocols of USSR that were vaulted within the oldest Red Star facility archives. Alliance being negotiated between Red Star AI and AWD AI. Authentication pending. Veto denied due to internal conflicts and unrest from external factors. Confirmation of Rebuilding and Paradise protocols to be mutually shared. Military authentication was denied due to internal conflicts. Handshake bypass activated, enabling friendly designation for robotic and automated defenses. Automata now flagged as FRIENDLY. Special ID required for non automata to receive FRIENDLY designation.

FOREVER WAR FAILSAFE COUNTDOWN IN...ERROR. Countdown for activation in 5 years following loss of High Command. Automated activation in ERROR. Manual activated PARTIALLY ENGAGED. Conflicting errors detected.

RED STAR STATUS...ACTIVE. RED STAR DESIGNATION. FRIENDLY AUTOMATA. EXCHANGE IS ONGOING."

"...Holy shit, Katarina certainly...left an awful lot out. Contact already made? Exchange in progress? A coup being planned? Failsafes on countdowns. My oh my. To see something like this...it really is the end of the world. O,h the irony."

"So...we're good?"

"Oh, your little quip about not the willing right? We shall see, won't we?" With that, she pounces, and you barely had the time to lock the elevator down.

>Strength check failed
>Endurance check passed
>Intelligence check passed
>Agility check failed
>Perception check failed

Multiple stimpacks and a superstimpack later...your clothing was rags. You were sliced up, bloody, and covered in bruises. You couldn't be happier.

"WOW...that....was...AMAZING," you finished injecting one last stimpack to heal the garrote wounds on your throat that nearly killed you. "Even better than the wranglers and that Amazon or those bandits COMBINED."

>Gained perk Masochist

"I'll admit...never encountered someone as 'tough' as you. God save whatever torturer things they are gonna ever make YOU talk, sheesh. "Complains the superspy as she finishes wiping her knives clean. "And you weren't joking about the willing part." She grudgingly admits.

"Always next time, babe...always next time. You should have seen the sex...er rape dungeon in this place."

"...You only brought that up NOW?"

"Well...I'll admit I was a little...overexcited for some spicy spy 'interrogation' techniques."

"I'll admit I had my...fun, but it's time to bail. I'll see you...whenever."

"Okay."

You two quietly wait for the elevator to stop...only to both get off at the same time and to continue heading in the exact same direction for a while. Finally, she turns towards you.

"I don't like em clingy."

"I'm not, I'm going to see my fiancé first."

"Damn."

Rolled 2 (1d100)

>>6381566
So ended up heading towards the same place to see the same person at the same time. You were smart enough to keep your mouth shut at the seething superspy when you finally arrived.

When she saw you, she simply raised a single brow at seeing you and then frowned at seeing your company. She points at you and then at a different door. "Your sister is over there. As for you," she continues, pointing at the superspy with a sigh. "Here's the rule: only the most worthy get to enjoy the superhuman gigolo and of those women who are without child get priority. Remember to follow the rules or losing out on the dick is gonna be the least of your concerns. Now follow me, I'll explain."

"Um...actually, I am here on the request of Katarina to escort you to handle some very importan-"

"Oh, please. Don't even try to make up an excuse; it's the end of the world. Besides, I can SMELL the sex on you both and see the sexual tension between you from a mile away. Just fuck each other again and get it over with. Not like anyone cares after the end of the world that a bunch of badass bitches are fighting over the only cock capable of surviving their cunts."

"Uh...I swear it was for pleasure only, I mean business, and I prefer women," she lamely excuses.

"Right me too. TOTALLY all business and no pleasure, right? Yeah pussy is obviously superior to cock to bad it just can't fuck you as good and doesn't pump babies into you. A real shame about that," she grumbles, pulling the superpsy away.

"I'm telling you I'm not interested in being a part of any man's harem or fighting over a cock!"

"Yes, yes, I know we are a 'girl only free love' commune here, and men are strictly for hard labor, breeding, and fighting like the beasts they are. So obviously, there are no 'harems' here. Just girls who love each other and the rare pleasurable cock for strictly babymaking. Absolutely," she agrees, not listening.

"Fuck I'm not one of them, okay? I'm here for-" You didn't catch the rest as the door slams down. Leaving you...having to go see your sister. You sigh to yourself. Fuck. She is gonna be a MAD...hopefully not super pissed. You send out a small prayer for the superspy now having to solo your fiancée...you honestly haven't met anyone capable of handling her. Not. A. Single. One. Despite being arguably the most harmless woman you have ever met, with how good natured she is and her hatred of violence.

Going out that door and own the hallway. You heard familiar voices playing around that you haven't heard in years. The memories hit you like a truck as you pause in the hallway and stare at the door you hear the voices behind. You stay there frozen...not even reaching for it. Its been so long and you...have avoided them the whole time. At first, you blamed the seperation. Later, you blamed the bombs, refusing to hope or check to see if anyone survived. The only one who did...well, she also thought to check up on you. Didn't she? But you never bothered to repicrocrate.

>>6381573
>2
Well...at least it's not a critical fail but YIKES. This is gonna be ugly.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M7M_iHQOY44&list=RDM7M_iHQOY44&start_radio=1

Hell, you even ran like hell from her...even now with her gone and only your family behind those doors. You turn around to walk away only to stop when you see who is looking at you with an expression on her face that you have NEVER seen once seen before. Nothing like it either.

"Even now...you cannot go through that door, can you?" Your big sister silently whispers, watching you with dead eyes. You don't even see any flicker of hate, rage, or even disappointment in those eyes. No reaction whatsoever. "You know...I'm glad you don't have the guts to face YOUR family. Both old and new...I thought maybe just MAYBE you wanted to forget the past and move on...it was difficult, right? But even after fetching the women you impregnated, you immediately abandoned them here once more. Seeing what you've done...what you have become. I don't want them to see you. I would rather they remember the old you and believe you dead."

"I-"

"No." She interrupts you, shaking her head. "No more excuses. No more bullshit. I thought maybe...just maybe my little brother was in there somewhere, locked away deep within. Trapped. Instead, all that I found was a monster wearing my little brother's face and pouring salt all over every little mistake I ever made for the very family that took me in and raised me as its own daughter. You think I ever felt guilty for it? What happened to your father? What kept your mother away all the time? Trying to protect and raise YOUR family! Apparently, having every little failure I made turned into some twisted mockery of a monster that insisted it was all MY fault! It slavishly pounced, impregnating and throwing away whatever women it could find. What would it also do? All because APPARENTLY I was such a shitty big sister growing up that all I could raise was a fucking monster? I know we had it rough growing up. Never even had money growing up. Always the fighting and stealing. No Mom or Dad ever around, struggling to survive, but I thought we had A FAMILY...yet that just wasn't good enough now was it? That NEVER mattered, did it?"

"..." You keep silent, refusing to give her an answer that she will no doubt refuse or interrupt.

"I thought so," she sighed. "I...I just had to see it for myself, you know. Hoping that maybe I could reunite and protect whatever was left. I don't know how I'm going to face your father, given what he sacrificed...I don't know how I'm going to explain to your mother, who, despite being pregnant with you in a desperate and dangerous situation, refused to leave me behind and raised me as her daughter. I don't know how I'm going to face them...lie I suppose. Tell them you died. Better than them thinking you hate them and refuse to see them. Lest they realize what a monster you became."

Rolled 13 (1d100)

>>6381587
"That is my family too, MY siblings. You have NO right to-" You snap.

"Then why did you never act like it this WHOLE FUCKING TIME! Why did you ALWAYS run away? Why did you always FUCK THOSE WOMEN LIKE THAT HUH? RUBBING EVERYTHING I DID WRONG IN MY FUCKING FACE LIKE IT'S ALL MY GODDAMN FAULT? YOU THINK I DON'T KNOW THAT?" She screams at you with tears in her eyes. "But you know what...at least I TRIED? Okay, I fucking TRIED and I'm so...so SORRY...my precious little monster turning into a monster...I know it's my fault. I thought that maybe you had a chance but...but...now there is a monster right before wearing my little brother's face who did everything it POSSIBILY could to remind me of how badly I failed...But I REFUSE TO FAIL THEM too!" She screams at you, pointing at the voices behind the door.

You were too stunned to reply as the realization of what she was getting at hit you.

"I...I SHOULD kill you. If only for defiling my little brother's face, even if deep down I know it cannot possibly fix my mistakes, but I know even if I kill you, there is no way I could get away with it and if I die, then nobody will be left to take care of and raise them. So as much as I HATE IT, I'm forced to spare you. I know I really should kill you for the sake of humanity but...I don't want to bring another you...but at the same time, that doesn't mean I'm going to spare you either. Oh no...I thought long and hard about what I'm going to do." She states in a now cold and calm manner, vanishing and suddenly appearing right before you, with her hands grabbing your face. "As tempted as I am to rip this face off or ruin it...they'll just fix it. I hate that you wear his face. So...so very much. I can't kill you either. So what am I to do?"

She leans down and whispers into your ear. "But you know what? I know disowning and banishing you from this family doesn't matter to you, but your...obsession. That tells me EXACTLY how I can hurt you most. So, as a farewell to my dead dear brother, I'm going to give my little brother what he ALWAYS wanted," she hissed. "I'm sure you're going to LOVE that, won't you monster? I am going to break the very thing that brought you into existence." She hisses as her dress falls off and reveals her naked body, and she slams a mask onto your face.

That finally gets to react as the sheer and utter horror of what she intends to do dawns on you at last. The very last thing you expect...and the thing you feared most.

"Oh hell no, ANYTHING but this, okay? I know...I know I have issues, and it's all my fault. Its nothing to do with you! I'm just...always was that fucked up, okay? I mean your my sister!"

"Finally a reaction, too late though. I personally can't stand seeing HIS face, and I know just how much it's going to hurt seeing her face overlap with mine, but you'll LOVE it, right? You will FINALLY get what you were chasing after this whole time! Besides its not like we are a REAL family now, are we? Never were after all."

>>6381596
>Femme fatale fanatic detected
>Lady Killer detected
>Superhuman detected
>Stud detected
>Sexpert detected
>Charisma checks failed
>Speech checks failed
>Barter checks failed

Nice job on NOT dying. She would have killed you, too btw.

>MAIN QUEST FAILED

"This...this is wrong," you finally croaked out as she dragged you down the halls into an all too familiar room that you dread seeing for the first time ever.

"It was wrong to abandon your family. It was wrong to use and abandon all those women. It was wrong to betray humanity. But you never once cared, now, did you? Now that you finally get what you yearned for most, you...chicken out? I don't know why you smell so damned good or why I feel like I'm going to enjoy this immensely...But I fully intend to take FULL responsibility and break that which I apparently gave you. After all its not like your mother is here, right? Ultimately, I failed her, too...so let's just get this over with."

"Just...how about wearing a mask too?" You beg.

In the end, it was the witch who found you both in bed.

"Excuse me, and I know I, of ALL people, shouldn't be complaining about this, given how I benefit most, but well. I don't recall you getting my permission."

"I did. I wanted to punish him, and you gave it."

"...By giving in to his sick desires directly? Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Oh, I disowned him, too, as agreed. He's yours now."

"That is not the point, and you know it. I've been waiting for a goddamn opportunity this whole time and instead...oh god, I'm never going to be able to fix his head after this," sighs and grumbles the witch holding her head in frustration.

"Given how many times he betrayed humanity and ignored his family, that was never going to happen," bluntly pointed out Big Sister.

"Oh shut up, you damned hypocrite. We agreed you would disclose everything. Not exploit his damned obsession to get what you secretly sought most. What do you think I didn't know what you are? What does his MOTHER is too? If it weren't for the bombs falling and the world ending, how long would you have hidden it, hm? How long before you grew sick and tired of pretending?"

"I know not what you speak off."

"Fuck off with your lying you god forsaken runaway BIOWEAPON. You and his mother both thought you fake it until you make it? You did a better job than she ever did. Probably due to your youth, but at the same time, you ended up a failed product until you 'fixed' that, didn't you? Great excuse, finding his father was by way. So extremely believable. Would nobody ever expect big sister to have such alternatives, right? Now you get to be a 'real' family and a finished but free product, right?"

"That wasn't a FUCKING EXCUSE."

Rolled 26 (1d100)

>>6381615
"Bullshit, you lie to me. I know what is in that twisted little mind of yours, too. Nice job blaming the victim, by the way, and exploiting it for yourself one last time because you KNEW that you weren't going to ever have another chance. Otherwise, you would have had to wait...how many years until the next one was old enough, right? Naughty, filthy little monster that you are."

"I. AM. NOT. A. FUCKING. MONSTER!" She screams at your fiancé.

"YOU WERE MADE AS ONE!" Your fiancé yelled back. "IN A FUCKING TUBE. CLONED IN MASS IN NEAT LITTLE VATS FOR MASS PRODUCTION. NEVER HUMAN. NEVER GIVEN BIRTH. MADE TO BE SOLD AND USED UP. YOU THINK YOU CAN 'RECLAIM' YOUR HUMANITY WHEN YOU HAVE FUCKING NONE OF IT?"

"As if YOU are any better. A fucking rape bait convinced it could be anything more than another fucktoy to be bred and thrown away like trash. Some 'eugenics' project huh? Tell me how many of them FUCKED YOU, how much did you LOVE it hm? I bet you loved it just like your WHORE MOTHER, desperately addicted to whatever cock is around. At least my kind are formerly baseline human, but YOURS, why your kind were cooked up directly in a test tube, a mixture of artificial genes meant to have no humanity but look human enough to be a fun toy to play with. Unable to fight back or ever realize what it meant to be anything else!" She spat back.

"At least my kind aren't a bunch of disposable biological warmachines and instead the NEXT STEP OF HUMANITY!"

"MORE HUMAN THAN YOU BITCH!"

Yeah...it looks like they are about to kill each other. Which is really impressive, as you could have sworn your fiancée previously never had so much as a single violent bone in her body. "Well, humanity is overrated-" You try to interject.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" They both roar at you at the same time.

...and fail miserably.

"You think you can get out of here alive now, huh?" Threatens the witch.

"We had a deal and I didn't break it, nor can you afford anyone to know you can't keep your word!" She hisses back at her.

"Hahahah...you think I didn't plan for this? To be frank, I didn't know if you would fall for it or not," the witch starts laughing as she approaches you and leans down to give a big...loving kiss.

Wait loving?

"Bullshit, you cannot do anything without anyone's help and you're too specialised to be a threat."

"Oh, honey...that is where you're wrong. I am a specialist. Not a worthless generalist like YOU. On the contrary, I didn't know if you would fall for it. You did. Just like everyone fucking else," she starts laughing even harder as she gets on top of you. "Tell me, do you have ANY idea what goes on inside here?" She continues with a chuckle tapping your skull.

"Why of course that monster betrayed humanity over and over again, along with its obsession with me and his-"

Rolled 84 (1d100)

>>6381620
"Wrong." States the witch before she once whispers into your ear. "Honey, I need you to do something for me...what you love. I'll make you feel all better in a bit, but remember to be gentle. I am pregnant after all." With that, she pulled you up as she bent over facing her. "There are exactly TWO thought processes that go on inside his skull."

"...Do you think I'm stupid enough to believe that? He was always a genius. He isn't a fucking retard."

"Correct but also wrong," begins to explain the witch as she proceeds to show off. "I can read minds, you know that. I can even...manipulate. Only with this doofus here I ran into a very confusing problem for the first time. Never seen anything like it. Normally those 'geniuses' have especially busy nad occupied minds...but he wasn't one of them. Instead there were exactly TWO thoughts that bounced around in his skull at all times. If that number increases or decrease he gets very...upset."

"What?"

"Let me finish you, gutter whore. Those two thoughts, put simply, are his psychological and physiological focus, particularly his FAVORITES. Should anything get in the way of that...he doesn't care how it gets addressed, but it MUST get handled so he once more can focus on his two favorite things. Naturally with his mind so...devoted he desires to find ways to connect them together OR to delegate them away from him. So that way they no longer get in his 'way'."

"...huh?"

"You don't get it, do you? The man is so goddamn simple-minded and obsessed, there was NOTHING for me to cling onto or manipulate to begin with! In other words, he's an idiot savant!"

"No way he's not that...if he were-"

"Didn't he NEED you to tell him what to do and order him around? What did he fixate on when there was nobody else to boss him around or distract him?"

"That...that," she begins to sputter as the realization and horror finally dawns on her.

"Yes...that's right. His NEED for women like you...like US...is because even he understood he couldn't function without it, but he also didn't know of any alternatives. So guess what he went with as his default option?"

"Oh...oh no...no...no...NO." She begins to cry.

"Yes...that's right, the two most important women in his life and those most similar to you."

"NOOOOO!"

"So...technically speaking, you weren't wrong, but you weren't right either." Cackles the witch madly. "Can you believe that? I never even had the excuse to use my powers...and managing him is so goddamn simple and easy! He was the only man I ever met whom I could trust and gave me no reason to doubt. What. So. Ever. AHAHHAHAHH."

"So...his actions were..."

"Dependency was for survival was thanks to your influence, which meant the most dangerous mates possible and twin obsessions."

>>6381626
>Gained Idiot Savantism Free Trait(name pending but you get the point and its free thanks to roleplay)
To the fucking T. Took me a while to figure it out, but when I did, it was like...holy shit, this idiot only ever had two thoughts going on his head and hated absolutely anything that could get in the way of that.

"Now, as for his two obsessions, one fixation that tickles the mind, this is where the SCIENCE! and blowing shit up comes from. The other is his physiological fixation on risking his life to mate with the deadliest femme fatales he could because those were the ones who could handle all his other needs, and thereby allowing him to focus on...pleasure. Twin obsessions and thus fixations that completely consume his mind entirely and leave it otherwise empty," finishes the witch as she hops off your dick and gives you a big, loving kiss. "I LOVE IT!" She finishes holding you in her arms.

"That...I..." Big Sister tries to sputter.

"So truly and with ALL my heart, thank you. So. SO. Much. I couldn't ask for a better sister and mother in law. Hell, it is far better than my wildest dreams. Thanks to YOU, I can replace his obsession with ME. Now I'll forever be his heart just as he became my own. Truthfully, as you said, I didn't think I would ever find such a man in my life. They were always so...disgusting and untrustworthy. But never him. If it wasn't for his pussy fixation, he would be as innocent as a boy and impossible to seduce, but I do suppose I got lucky there. Which is why..." she pauses to reach out to a nearby drawer and pull out a small box that she opens to reveal a neatly engraved and encrusted golden ring. "That I just HAD to have him for myself. Officially, all those other bitches think it was to deal with that pain in the fucking ass AI and leftover systems. You know, legality bullshit. Unofficially...HE'S MINE." With that, she puts the ring on your finger.

"..." shellshocked, frozen, and now silent, she said nothing.

"So truly from the bottom of my heart...thank you, 'sister in law' oh wait, that's right, you DISOWNED HIM. MUWAHAHAHAHAH!" She cackles in laughter so hard she starts crying tears of mirth.

"I-I-"

"No takebacks, remember? Also, don't forget to tell him the truth, and if I were you, better be the whole truth...or do you want him to hear it from ME?" Threatens your fiancé. As you fail to ponder the situation, the psychic bond connecting you forces you to acknowledge the fact that...she truly meant every word she spoke and the overwhelming sincerity of her love. You regret realizing that you have no idea when she fell in love with or how it must have grown from a tiny bud...all the way into this overflowing, blossoming, gigantic flower already carrying the fruits of your love...you feel regret for missing the whole thing. You...never knew. Never even a clue.

"You...fucking...bitch, why didn't you say ANYTHING at all this WHOLE time?" Big Sister grinds out.

>>6381634
The witch merely sneers at her in response before icily retorting. "Obviously, because if I had, you would have gotten in the way and leveraged your history to make him YOURS. Why the fuck would I EVER give him up? Better to let you believe what you want and for me to get what I want. Sure enough, you did exactly what I wanted."

"You...fucking diabolical shedevil! How dare you! You even have the gall to reveal it right before us? Especially HIM?"

The witch simply shrugs and laughs it off once more, still gleeful. "I know him far better than you can ever dream of. Besides, he doesn't care about that sorta thing whatsoever. As for you...you were merely an obstacle at best, getting in the way of our love. Most annoying was that obsession's origin...he was too stupid to realize he could differentiate the feeling of familial and sexual, and ended up blending them together, so he pursued mates. Worst, some other bitch like you could show up at anytime and take him away from me. Now...that will NEVER happen thanks to you."

"He's still MY family."

"No. You disowned him. He's MINE now. Besides, you aren't even 'real' siblings, are you? So hurry up and fuck off. I want to enjoy my honeymoon with my lover and savor your delicious tears. Although if you want to keep watching...go ahead. I don't mind pouring salt on the wound. It's arousing."

"Wait your going to fuck him this whole time while I explain, aren't you?"

"Damn right I am. What you don't approve? Then hurry up and keep your end of the deal so you can fuck off. Never show your bitchy face here again."

"...I'll start with your origin, little brother. You were born to a bioweapon and a soldier in a warzone. The two your father and mother unexpectedly fell in love. Unexpectedly, the fertility blockers in your mother must have been damaged during the fighting and allowed you to be conceived. I don't know the details exactly. Your mother insisted I was too young to know and wouldn't understand when I was old enough...well you know what happened. Anyway, realizing her pregnancy and with the help of your father. She escaped and would successfully give birth to you. As for your father...I met him before what later happened to him. He was suspicious of your mother's origins and fellow bioweapons. Went to investigate because frankly no one had any idea how she conceived or...what would happen. They didn't even know if you would come out human, you know? That is how I met him and how...I was saved."

Daddy was a really badass man with insane balls.

>>6381639
"Back than she knew that we came from a bioweapons facility hidden underwater. Where we were mass produced and sold. Pretty products sold better, and best products looked human enough to blend in. Investigating the underwater cities and pressed for time, he eventually found the facility...back then. I was 'fresh', still needed to be fully trained and processed before I could be sold. Back then I looked...just like your mother. Particularly when she, too, would have been a 'little' girl because we are based on the same series. Your father couldn't look the other way. So after breaking in and getting what he needed. He couldn't leave us behind, especially upon finding out we would all be liquidated due to a 'manufacturing' error because one of us not only escaped but became pregnant. So he helped us stage a breakout and escape. I wasn't like the older sisters...too weak and little. So he took me with him. Which turned out to be a huge mistake...thanks to that, they were able to catch him. Almost caught your mother, too but he stayed behind to hold them off, and she took me with her as she fled. Before that, I didn't know our kind could weep. So she fought her way out and we were on the run ever since. Gave birth to you and well...old habits die hard."

"Oh, not giving up now are you?" Taunts your fiancé while enjoying herself.

"Shut up! The reason she was never around and why we kept moving. Was she being hunted the whole time? Me too, but I was young enough, and nobody knew what we would look like if allowed to mature...naturally. Plus, it was believed I had escaped with the others, and due to our similarity easy to believe I really was her daughter. Thanks to that, she couldn't afford to spend too much time with her family lest they realize it. She did end up taking on new lovers...but none of them ever killed by her. She simply outlived them, given their dangerous lifestyle. At the same time, she needed money...there were problems with the pregnancies and offspring at the time. Very costly problems as our kind...we weren't supposed to reproduce. Much less with humans. As that would 'pollute' the genepool wouldn't it?"

"Truthfully, I haven't had the time yet to get the full details of the other daddies in the family or get the full rundown on what she was up to exactly, a lot of the time while she was missing. I do know, however, she was investigating, fighting, and doing jobs. She, like me, tried to be more human but...easier said than done. Especially with being heartbroken repeatedly and being a finished product. I don't think she had bad tastes in lovers, per a say, more like she had a hard time keeping them alive. No surprise really, humans are far too weak after all."

"As for what we were officially marketed as female super soldiers spliced from artificial 'human' DNA. In reality, we were once human, unlike...a certain manipulative devil cunt over there."

"Thank you for the compliment." Your fiancé whimpers enjoyably.

>>6381644
"It WASN'T a goddamn compliment, anyway, that wasn't the truth obviously. Our actual DNA schema was harvested from old biological experiments that were harvested from supposedly lost sources. Frankly, making a superhuman is damned difficult and expensive, much less mass producing them, but it sells, so that was the lie. However, what we truly were carefully cultivated mutated humans from certain sites underwater over and over multiple generations that were repeatedly experimented upon, improved, and controlled. Those results were stolen and modified to create us. The mutagens that were used to make us...were known for being especially nasty with their physical and mental side effects. In addition to unreasonable and seemingly illogical results and power. Basically, our ancestors were where the very first psychics came from. Albeit a bunch of apparently insane and increasingly grotesque mutations over time. However, they discovered that when the substances were used on children, particularly female children. The younger ones had far better results and were much easier to control. Yet they needed guardians until they reached their full potential, and they could be used to recycle lost biomass because...cannibalism meant inheriting the memories and experiences of those whom you consume. Assuming, of course, they also ingested the substances. Naturally, in the long run, this resulted in the collapse and failure of the experiment, but what came after...well, they managed to find ways to improve."

"In other words...typical underwater city atrocities that nobody noticed or cared about," groans your fiancé. "Finished?"

""Why do I feel like there is a trap?"

"Because there is one. If you don't reveal what was done to his father or...how you 'fixed' yourself right?" She smiles a malicious smile.

"YOU...fine. Fuck. Better hear it from me than that bitch twisting it. Your father was converted into another bioweapon. A new variant is also based on those recycled research materials. He was deemed... a perfect specimen material, so rather than kill him, they decided to use him. So they sealed him in armour loaded with control mechanisms and used...When I had found him, he...he," she starts choking up and crying. "He...still remembered. Somewhat. Broken pieces and somehow found little ones to protect. At that time, with the supply lines cut off and such limited supplies...if you thought it was bad in that city. You have no idea how bad it was down there. I don't know how he broke loose, but he did, and somehow he gathered up a bunch of young children that he was trying to protect, even as they starved to death around him. I naturally didn't recognize him at first, but he...he did. At first, I thought it was maybe your mother, right? But no, he KNEW it was me all along. Thanks to him, I was able to find my 'sisters' and your 'aunties' as well as the means to fix the problems I had. I needed...to be stronger."

Rolled 35 (1d100)

>>6381647
"Looking back on it...finding them was such a horrible mistake. To restore what functions I had lost or ignored to keep the children safe. I had to do it. Whatever it was...What I should have done was stick with the old methods and recover the tech to simply complete the delayed process, but no...that wasn't good enough for me. So I found him and discovered what happens to us when we don't try to be...or stay human. Yet thankfully, they recognized me too and they...helped. Combining those two methods, I was able to become something...far more. Especially since, unlike them, I clung desperately onto my humanity."

"Thanks to that I was able to cover a lot of ground quickly, and with the Big Daddies help, we picked up lots of lost little ones...tried our best to keep them alive. It slowed me down, yeah, but you know how I'm a sucker for that, couldn't bear leaving them behind to die or worse. Eventually, I found what was left of our family, and I saved you for last...since I-I figured you were strong enough to handle it and would be able to last the longest on your own. A decision I deeply regret now. I am...so SO sorry."

"Fucking knew it. Of course, you would back. AI, please play the feeds if you would please." Cruely interrupted your fiancée as she stopped and leaned over to push a button.

"Wait, what?"

"BROADCASTING...WHICH FILE SHOULD I PLAY FIRST?" Inquires the AI.

"NOOO-"

CHOOSE:
>Big Daddy
>Grand Daddy
>Big Sister
>Little Sister
>Big Mom

You may vote for them according to priority. Keep in mind this determines who will be around to provide input on the revelations.

Yeah your family is a real piece of work. Also the fiancée is fucking diabolical with her plans and can into multitasking, unlike a certain MC...there is a reason why even Many Heads, a BBEG is scared of her.

Given how long the post is and how complicated what was going on behind the scenes, here is a summary and some spoilers.

I'll bring up later what has changed in the settlement and dynasty since control of that was handed over immediately by the MC.

You ran into superspy because of how suspicious she was of katarina's plots(correctly). This allowed the MC to get the Masochist perk(honestly you should have earned it far sooner given his tastes but I finally remembered it). Since you didn't go with the expedition secretly dispatched by AWD you didn't know about what happened between in them detail. However the AI was 'updated' with a special update with patches that were not only provided by Katarina but also what they had hidden away in the Red Star. This is big because a major part of what was hidden was the previously thought to be believed destruction of the servitor code and paradise protocols that the USSR was working on when shit hit the fan for them. It was believed to have been destroyed at the time. That alone would have been suspicious but when you combine it with the ulterior motives of AWD besides being a failsafe forever war protocol was the secret rebuilding and technocratic reformation via AI management. This naturally runs contrary against the Great Game and the war.

In AWD you have multiple internal conflicts breaking out. Patriots, Loyalists, Reformists(AI), and Pawns. Apparently, a similar problem is happening in Red Star and the AI in both are secretly communicating with each other, attempting to achieve consensus, which has already partially been implimented. This is why AWD has absorbed certain codes and programs from them. This information proved very useful to the Superspy because she wants to end the Great Game for what they did. While also enlightening her to the motives of Katarina, who is, in truth, a communist technocrat. Believing that AI will bypass the failures of the old communist model, thanks to human error.

Next for the big one most directly related to the MC.

>>6381928
There are two reasons for this: both an IC and OOC. OO,C I was running into problems with the underlying reasons for the MC's complex with women and the players without fail choosing to double down on it. To the point that, given the sheer depths of his depraved tastes, incest would definitely be on the menu. Made me so relieved I considered this early on and specifically made Big Sis unrelated just in case. Like damn that was a close one. Probably fucked in the next generation though. Especially the muties, particularly the ghouls. With the constant doubling down besides that problem, another one was how it freezes the character development of the MC and honestly makes the future descendants have a LOT more problems to deal with. So I needed to find a way to...cripple this somehow. Without interfering in player choice. Damage control you know?

That was when a certain witch came into the picture...

The witch truthfully figured this out way ahead of everyone, immediately noticing the problems the MC had with femme fatales and where it came from but at that time she thought his family was dead so it was suppressed. However, when his big sister showed up, she immediately felt that her position was threatened.Correctly so. Thus decided that she needed to DO something about it, but the problem was that the MC had both superhuman intellect and autistic obsessions. Which, even for her, was...very difficult to bypass. Her solution was simple.

Bait the big sister into taking the bait via wrong assumptions, goading her on indirectly, and 'failing' to negotiate with her. She knew the MC wouldn't have any problem with this, given his ever worsening depraved tastes and woman complex. The big sister, however was a very different story. Yet she knew what the Big Sis weaknesses were and what she was after. With the MC being the perfect kind of bait for that type of woman...all she needed was to push her over the edge. By doing so, she was able to break the MC's complex and gain an opening to inject herself into it. Thereby removing any threat to her position and ensuring her dominance. OCC this would help allow the MC's character development and hopefully reduce or even stop his slide into depravity. Not enough to fix the whole SCIENCE and evil karma but eh I don't mind that choice too much. The dumping of the vital dynasty mechanic honestly annoyed me a lot more.

Failing the main quest actually came from this MC abandoning the Dynasty Mechanic that was meant to be a key part of the quest. As technically, you DID choose New Family over Old Family. Not what happened there or getting disowned, which was a direct consequence of abandoning your old family. It was gonna happen no matter what. If it weren't for the witch's manipulations, Big Sister would also have tried to and likely succeeded in killing the MC due to his evil karma actions.

>>6381938
Admittedly, not ALL evil karma actions would have had that effect, but the ones the MC made...definitely riled her up. BIG TIME and it also made her overlook what the witch was plotting the whole time.

Now for the currently abandoned Dynasty Mechanism and faction formation. ORIGINALLY this was meant to be a vital part of the quest. Particularly for the first MC who was SUPPOSED to lay down the precedents and foundations. Later, I wouldn't have minded if the players decided to dump the mechanism to run on autopilot and focus on something else instead for that MC's life. I just didn't expect it to be the very first one...this had consequences. MAJOR consequences. Especially the choosing of femme fatales and such evil karma actions.

Honestly, choosing the fucking psychic SPECIAL mind controller charisma build character as Matriarch was fucking hilarious. Especially willingly turning the MC into HER companion character instead. She REALLY wants that maxed out relationship and resulting rewards btw. You really couldn't have chosen someone worse or less evil for the role but admittedly perfectly suited for it. When that happened, depending on your actions, the dynasty mechanism would fall entirely into NPC control...which is exactly what happened. The only reason the dynasty didn't completely fall apart is that a certain witch is a control freak whose a psychic mind controlling telepath was put in charge. So she quite forcefully but in an extremely persuasive manner convinced the femme fatales to team up and mutually share a certain superhuman boytoy/stud as bait for them. However, forfeiting the Dynasty Head AND family formation to fucking femme fatales has consequences. As it will deeply impact the Initial form of the Dynasty before reforms from future MCs. At least there is still the offspring upbringing that can still be affected...

Notably, the Dynasty is now classified as Matriarchal. Familial Structure Independent. While the witch also took the opportunity to classify and divide people into different tiers. No choice really with all those femme fatales breathing down her neck and their mutual taste for gigolos thanks to a certain MC. With the femme fatales being of the highest rank within the familial structure. The highest male rank btw is 'consort'toughest gigolo RIP you, poor bastards. Second highest rank is tied between Boytoys and Bad Asses. Third Rank is useful. Fourth rank is cannon fodder/hard labour. There is a MASSIVE gulf between the male ranks, cutting it in half. For women, 1# is femme fatales. #2 is Critical Personnel. #3 Support staff/useful labor. #4 Whores.

>>6381948
There is also a significant gap between the ranks but not to the extremes of the males(except for #4 where they are treated as sex slaves and shared breeders to keep the males in line also really sucks to be them but at least they aren't treated as disposable cannon fodder).

While granting indepedence to the individual familial structure greatly decentralizes the authority and management of the family. As now, the femme fatales more or less stake their turf and manage their own. The Matriarch, however countered this by imposing the requirement that women cannot birth their own children only but must ALSO help carry the children of other worthy women. Thereby improving their bonds and enabling the more active women to safely operate without constantly being hampered by pregnancy. However this doesn't change the fact that the lineage is traced by and managed matrilineally in the dynasty. Even the witch could only do much and has to carefully manage her limited influence. So rather than pick this fight she instead focused on the next generation and settlement building...

Specifically, she prioritized anything maternal and childbirth related like crazy to recover as much of it as possible. While also gathering genetic materials to counteract the expected inbreeding crisis. On account of them all sharing the same father and wanting to fuck the same few menRIP gigolos, you poor bastards have it rough here. While disposing of most of them and leaving only the 'worthy' behind as breeding stock. Even if the top tier women don't want them, they don't mind making sure to pass around lower ranking women to satisfy/bribe them into compliance. Thus, the resulting Dynasty is both matriarchal and extremely classist, favoring power and utility above all. Even if you're a male, if you're 'worthy' enough, you can still enjoy plenty of women and prizes, just don't be suicidal enough to hit on the femme fatales if you wanna live unless you've got the bedroom skills and toughness to survive. In which case, enjoy getting locked away and passed around until your demise. Basically high end mates are males and low end mates are females. Breeding is mandatory if you're a female and restricted if you're a male, have fun proving yourself and survive the process.

Now, if you think THAT'S bad wait until you find out how the Matriarch is organizing her new faction and settlements.

>>6381951
>The Cult of Covened Cult

Established by the witch turned Matriarch after heavy purges and a LOT of brainwashing to convince brainfried cultists to be less hostile towards everyone and more loving. The male ranks were devastated the hardest and turned into a militant wing. 'Friendly' conversion and fertility is heavily encouraged in its teachings. Thanks to their fried brains and are distinctly lacking in sanity. They have an unusual amount of resistance towards various sanity hazards and even an instinctive superior understanding of anomalies. Probably because they already went insane. They can be broken into 3 main categories. The Converts(most sane survivors who later joined). Initiated(typical crazy ass cultist). Forsaken(lobomotized husks in various states of degeneration/mutation, completely brainfried and or insane).

Compared to other Doomsday Cult teachings or even THEIR CULTS. They do not exclusively preach one over the other. Instead, prioritizing 'balance' and 'restoration'. However that doesn't mean they are harmless or peaceful. As they do aggressively expand and remove or capture hostiles. However unlike the Doomsday cults who revel in the destruction or the extreme hostility of the anomaly cults. They can grasp the idea of diplomacy and mutual benefit. Most of the time, they are out retrieving 'artifacts' or looting priority targets whenever they aren't being a menace to those they don't like. Most survivors think of them as a bunch of enslaving looters who at least won't shoot you on sight for no reason at all. So as far as most of them are concerned, that makes them one of the more friendly forces out there. They also for some reason, adore children and refuse to touch pregnant women. Making them one of the more reputable survivor factions(such low standards these days).

The Matriarch still isn't done with them. Yet she is still refining their teachings and is currently distracted with internal affairs and managing the interactions with other factions.

Still here OP just go to take in the situation for a bit.

>>6381650
>Big Daddy reveal
Holy shit, it's BioShock with bioweapons and underwater cities. And the reveal for autistic S 10 and I 10 makes sense with genetic engineering. I had assumed sis got made into a bioweapon later. Goddamn QM, you got me.

I blame horny anon and unclear choices leading up to this point, and it's not really something to regret all things considered. Well done.

>>6381948
What rewards does Witch get for partnering with autismo explodo giggolo?
>in b4 BADA BOOM

I'm happy that Witch has a good nature, however I'm also concerned for the city we were in the process ripping a tear in the universe. Seems like a bigger deal than our little dudes running around.

>>6381951
>So rather than pick this fight she instead focused on the next generation and settlement building...
She's doing what I wanted to do, kek

>Now, if you think THAT'S bad wait until you find out how the Matriarch is organizing her new faction and settlements.
Her city, her rules. I wonder if she can transplant her psyche into her kids to effectively live forever, or will she just become a brain in a box?

Again, well done QM.

>Grand Daddy
So with all that, I want to see where it all started. Which mad scientist kicked this off?

>>6382159
The timeline matched up for Bioshock, Metro, and Fallout. The only thing that pushed it was STALKER. So it wasn't hard to easily blend them together without too much hassle and still keeping within the theme. Also, Atomic Heart and Atom RPG for an idea of what happened in the USSR. Albeit a bit different, it's mostly what took the USSR out of the game as a world superpower and was replaced by China

For an idea of the absolute hell that the battlefields became during the resource wars. Forever Winter gives a good run down, albeit with a LOT more jury rigging and extra bioweaponry ala Bioshock and Resident Evil tier. It's why Katarina is as scary as she is, as she fought there nonstop for decades.

China and USA War was most noteworthy in that they actually had enough resource reserves to not completely collapse and resort to cannibalistic jury rigging and weaponizing refugees. However, even though they had reached their breaking point, which is why you had USA also chose to resort to bioweapons ala FEV to make cheap 'super soldiers' to throw into the meat grinder despite them 'winning'. So it was clear that even they had to resort to the methodology that the rest of the world had long since adopted from prolonged scarcity and shortages, while still warring endlessly.

Depends on what she chooses during her companion quest.

The MC DOES give her a temporary companion perk when together.

>Bait and Boom Temporary Companion Perk

Witch is neutral karma currently. Her good natured trait directly counters the evil karma from the whole mind controlling telepathy and mindrape psychic trait. Does a surprisingly good job at balancing out her karma.

The crit on resources+ extremely mystery is a very nasty combo because, unlike the rest of the world, there is no true resource shortage there, which allowed things to wildly escalate out of control rapidly. Even without the MC's actions, it would have gotten VERY ugly, but similar to Sierra Madre, nobody would be able to resist the temptation of that deathtrap...

However, the MCs actions helped wake up the automated systems earlier than they were supposed to and aligned them directly towards containment and infighting. In addition, your dickplomacy sped up the recovery and expansion of the mutant populations, resulting in them becoming a problem much sooner than they were supposed to become. Putting a LOT more pressure on the early survivors, which is pushing them out of the city faster than expected.

That isn't even getting into the horror that is gonna be a CRACKED Many Heads and whatever the femme fatales come up with.

>>6382414
You can still involved if you want but right now she does have her own style to how she wants to do things. She hasn't realized just how big a problem the MC is gonna cause with endless fucking and breeding whatever dangerous pussy he can find. In terms of openings child rearing, you can still influence quite a bit.

She does have a plan for life extension but is currently more worried about finding a replacement for the MC for whenever he inevitably dies due to SCIENCE gone wrong or between their legs. Plus, she desperately needs substitute gigolos to help keep all the bitches in line as they all have developed a taste for boytoys...herself included. One cock obviously isn't enough to go around even if it is superhuman.

Her faction building is still in the very early stages. If not stopped, her future faction can easily turn into a Matriarchal Cult Legion instead given her current methods. However, she doesn't know about what Katarina's interventions or what AWD is being set up for.

Her current settlement though, is very much well on its way to becoming a matriarchal breeding and eugenics cult commune. It's why the commies surprisingly like her and AWD is chill with her on account of the AI and robotics. Actual expansion is a real problem though, given current conditions. Survivors are dropping like flies right now and it's gonna keep getting worse for decades into the future. Especially around this region. But given her plans and a certain gigolo MC, it's likely she'll try to brute force it with sheer numbers and elitist femme fatales. However, doing so even for it makes it extremely problematic to stay in control even with the brainwashing and mind control.

>>6382421
For player faction or settlement building I would actually recommend Abyss or AWD. One of the perks you chose gave you MASSIVE influence with AWD despite your lack of clearances, achievements, and promotions. Abyss meanwhile, you are held in very high regard by a very specific faction and have a cracked Doctor Many Heads backing you up directly.

Don't expect much control with the femme fatales since they dominate the MC constantly and you forfeited a ton of control over the dynasty this generation. It's why your starter dynasty is Elitist Matriarchal who love boytoys...you'll likely need to wait until the next MC to do any real reforming. But you still have a chance to influence how the child rearing aspects are gonna go. As it hasn't been set up yet and pillow talk goes both ways.

Rolled 95 (1d100)

>>6382159
Honestly, the horny options weren't so bad but it was doubling down on the Mommy issues on crack with endless femme fatales. The bioshock stuff was preplanned from the start. The matriarch really pulled through albeit I don't know if it's gonna stick or not. Lots of intrigue going on behind the scenes and the MC is happy being a boytoy who just plays along.

On account of nobody else voting for several days. Granddaddy wins.

---
"PLAYING GRANDDADDY."

Rapture Archeological Site Abandoned.

"Why the hell are we back here again? These ruins have long since been picked clean." Mutters a Russian.

"Yeah, I don't either. No survivors. No refugees. No news in decades. The City was abandoned and ruined decades ago." States a German.

"That is exactly why we are here, gentlemen...there are survivors here still." Says the American.

"Bullshit."

"It is why nobody bothers to rebuild here despite the slugs? Their potency is unmatched, even if their production is extremely limited and requires recycling."

"The limited production and side effects are precisely why it was abandoned!"

"As well as the things that...survived."

"That is impossible. The recovery teams would have found anything. Left."

"They died. Classified. It's just the survivors...weren't in the ruins themselves anymore."

"What? The only survivors fled Rapture. That is why they survived."

"Yet we have reports there were Rapture natives who were capable of surviving outside."

"The Big Daddies or Big Sisters? Both cannot survive on their own for long, given their insanity and failsafes."

"Then do please explain that," suddenly interrupts a young girl pointing outside into the endless dark...where a cone of yellow light slowly flickering into red approached them.

"What the fuck? That is impossible..."

"It seems our hosts have arrived," laughs the American.

"Hosts? They cannot communicate and are both insane and brainwashed! You have just doomed us all!" Screams a Frenchman.

That was when the lights flickered on and off. Followed by a solid thud as air pressure and water escaped.

"Fuck don't let it in," screams a panicking German.

"Too late," sighs the little girl. "She is already here."

"AHAHAHAH I knew it was no coincidence! That girl couldn't be the only one," laughs the American, turning over and seeing a tall figure tha,t despite being hunched over, towered over them all.

"We haven't had a guest in decades...not since you vultures picked over what was left over the city. Tell me why a bunch of robbers are returning and trying to restore Rapture?" A sultry, feminine voice speaks from inside the towering suit.

"FUCK IT'S INSIDE," screams a guard in alarm as their weapon jams before an even bigger hulking monstrousity steps inside past the airlock that grabs one by their head and crushes it like a melon.

>>6382449
"It's quite simple, really, we need a place that nobody in the world would dare to ever look. The last place they'll consider searching. Rapture qualifies for that perfectly," calmly answers the crazed American. "May I ask...I don't recognize the specification of that Big Daddy.

"Oh my Dear Daddy...is no longer a mere Big Daddy," chuckles the other towering creature. "Hasn't been one in...how many decades now? Impossible to tell. I think it's still decades or has it been a century yet?"

"Just like how you are no longer a 'mere' Big Sister, right?" Further inquiries the crazy American.

"Yes...exactly. I haven't been a young girl in such a long time...so lonely down here. Full of monsters and ruins now. Makes me pine for the old days when there was still a dying city full of madmen. So why come here?"

"As I said, we needed-"

"THE REAL REASON," she screams. "Do you think you are the first to have tried? Hm? There are other cities now down here. Some lost. Some hidden. Some never found. Rapture however? Why Rapture is forever!"

"So...the immortality is true," sighs the Russian in horror.

"Most can't handle it. Neither the Adam...unless you start them young. They handle it better, but only we girls can recycle the stuff. Was nobody supposed to keep looking? Isn't that right, GRANDADDY?"

The anticipated nightmarish moaning and groaning weren't spoken as they expected instead the creature grabbed an oddly new device and placed it below its helmet.

"Correct my daughter. Since you came here...I'm sure you wouldn't mind staying forever right?"

"If we don't, others will keep searching, you know...and it's known that your kind isn't the only thing to have survived ,right?" Points out the American.

"Those deranged monsters? Good to hunt, but batshit insane. Makes the splicers look...human." She mutters.

"Precisely why we are here to join this Abyss."

"Hah, more madmen? Refreshing, but there is no escaping. Those who come. Stay." States the hulking Granddaddy.

"You assume we came and want to leave? On the contrary, we need to stay too."

That seems to confuse both of them. As they both pause in silence and wait.

"I'm sure you've noticed, right? The ruins? The...unspeakable? Not just the formerly human? We came to prepare and safeguard."

"Then why Rapture?" She asks.

"Why, because this is where it all started and where its all hidden. Precisely because of those lurking monsters that are the former survivors of the city and the side effect of Adam nobody dares to come here. Even submarines have been lost fully armed with nukes. Such a place is what we need for our secret headquarters...only we obviously need the permission of the locals to proceed, right?"

"From a bunch of insane monsters? Why, I think you're even crazier than them," rumbles the Granddaddy.

"Not all are insane after all, didn't you two come for a chat? You even noticed the gift I brought, and I'm guessing there is a part of the city that survived, right?"

Rolled 34 (1d100)

>>6382456
"You talk too much," sighs the former Big Sister as the Granddaddy's drill began to slowly whirr.

"Hold on now...did you really think we didn't bring any offerings?"

"What offerings? Rapture eclipsed the surface long ago."

"Why look inside," says the crazy American who carefully opens a case...and reveals sparkling vials.

"Hm...this isn't Adam or Eve. Yet...ah, a knock off product? So what." She states, lifting up a vial.

"It is merely a taste of what we brought...besides, we also brought her." The man states, pushing the little girl forward.

The former Big Sister stares down before the little girl, who appeared remarkably unfazed by both of their presence ,with no fear in her eyes, only curiosity.

"...Don't need that either."

"Wait, that means they," mutters a German before he got shushed by the Russian.

"Interesting...I had suspected. Regardless, do you know we aren't alone in this universe?"

"So what?"

"Rapture...it is one of the only ways we can potentially save mankind from what is coming. Diplomacy is already breaking down. We need someplace safe and forgotten that nobody will ever dare look to continue."

"So you want Rapture?"

"Yes, because Rapture was once a bulwark to the Abyss, and some of its Guardians remained. Given Adam could give psychic abilities...there was no way some also didn't notice THEM?"

"...Yes, I lost many sisters to their madness. Everyone thought it was the Adam or the brainwashing backlash...nobody would believe it, you know? The TRUTH."

"I do. That is why I came. We all do, in fact," nods the American.

"Hm...Granddaddy, what do you think?" Asks the grown up Big Sister to her Big Daddy.

"...Abyss is it? How fitting a term. You are aware of what happens when you gaze into it, yes?" It grumbles.

"Of course. That name is meant to remind us of the cost and what awaits us all."

"Hmm...fitting indeed. Fine. You may stay, but don't restore Rapture."

"No...the ruins shall stay ruined. What we build shall be underneath. Into the abyss that lurks within the trenches." Agrees the American.

Rolled 36 (1d100)

>>6382462
SPECIFICATION of DISCOVERY

>Granddaddy
Metamorphosis of a Big Daddy whose Little Sister successfully grows up. The former Little Sister's bond will trigger the change, restoring the broken mind of the former Big Daddy and greatly amplifying its growth. Including limiting the side effects of ADAM exposure and other extreme modifications performed to it.

Given the difficulty of a Big Daddy even living remotely that long, it was never encountered until Abyss began to secretly establish its world Headquarters beneath the Rapture Ruins underground in a sea trench. Upon which the discovery of Big Mom was also made.

You could even see perimeters and investigative reports. Even surgeries and dissections. All clinically reported. With videos showcasing attempted surgeries and dissections as well the changes of the Big Daddy vs a Granddaddy.

"...Your father's transformation was based on that, by the way," whispers your former Big Sister as she watches the surgical videos now in a loop.

"Not a Big Daddy?" You inquire.

"No...he was too advanced and strong. The attempted brainwashing didn't stick...instead, he was tortured and converted into a new experimental product. It was a joint project. A fusion of multiple bioweapon companies. He was one of the few who survived the conversion. The failure rate was too high, so it was canceled. Lost too much money."

"Not quite," points out your Fiance as she points at a specific report that freezes on the screen. "The real reason he survived was because of THAT."

REPORT OF PSYCHIC BONDS
REPORT ON BATTLEFIELD HAZARD UNCONTROLLED CONTAMINATION

"You know this how?" former big sis spits out.

"Because. The reason it worked on him was the psychic shielding that was imprinted on him and his previous exposure and survival to various hazards, giving him the immunity and a strong enough body required to withstand the treatments. They later figured this out when they began 'recovering' and 'recycling' battlefield casualties, losses, and waste. Turns out if those who don't succumb to some bioweapon or another are the PERFECT material for the best bioweapons...because they can withstand the most punishment."

"I don't recall finding anything about that..."

"You would have to have access to the right minds or carefully guarded reports directly from the battlefield and warzone recovery services. VERY obscure and tough to get. I saw them plenty, though. They wanted to find a way to BREED the damned things. As costs and failure rates were too high with normal humans or cloning. Just like what happened with you, right? Oh, wait, it was THEIR idea, wasn't it?" She chuckles.

"Enough fighting...what the fuck is this about Abyss World Headquarters and why the fuck is Rapture still around?"

"Oh dear...you don't get do you? My dear fiance...that is where YOU were born, of course!" Your fiancé laughs.

"...What?" You mutter in disbelief, looking at your sister...who remains oddly silent.

>>6382467
"Did you think just anyone could 'help' with the problem of your mother being able to give birth? Do you know WHY her kind was sterilized in the first place? Where could she possibly for help...why did she never give birth in a hospital or let her children know about it right?" She taunts staring at your sister, who does her best to sink below the floor to hide. "Come on now...time to tell him the truth. Who was your mother's 'Big Daddy'? Why did you need to fuck your little brother? What even IS his mother?"

"...You know the answer so YOU tell him," she rejects.

"I'm not one of YOUR kind. Tell him or...I'll SHOW him," she threatens before speaking to the AI. "Playback the Big Mo-"

"FUCK FINE I-I...She is a Big Mom alright? They...they thought they 'fixed' the problem. Nobody knew we were fertile all along...nobody knew what would happen if a girl grew up and had a kid. Nobody knew what it would do, alright? Only...that it HAD to be stopped no matter what."

"...My mother was from Rapture...and returned to it?"

"To be specific her genetic template was harvested there, and it was only the place that knew how to handle a Big Mom transformation," briefly elaborates your Fiance.

"... It's why she had to go back. She...we all remembered it. They thought using different substances would help. They thought their brainwashing, surgeries, and modifications were superior. Only the best templates...came from THEM. You could make new ones, of course, but that required Adam...a LOT of Adam and time. Adam was too scarce, but you could reuse a template over and over again. That was how we were made...not born. Not even cloned," your sister reminisces. "They...knew how to 'fix' me when we went. While your mother gave birth to you, they fixed me, making me a REAL 'sister'."

...Wait did...Abyss knew what you were...who you were all along? So Many Heads...knew but said nothing. Why?

"After that, whenever she got pregnant and was ready to give birth, she would return there. I would stay behind to watch over the family. Until the day that I too...' grew up'. I needed the rest of it. Only the Abyss was too damned far, but I knew the other undercities never stopped working on or improving it. So a simple stop there and I got the rest...Plus, I knew how to...to...to be a Big Mom. She taught me. Showed me why us being sterile was so important."

"...Than my father..."

"They repurposed the bond for control. He was her...handler but they got naughty together. VERY naughty," teases your fiancé kissing you.

"...Not that simple," your sister hisses back. "We weren't made to be glorified recyclers that later accidentally grew to become super bioweapons. We were made to be bioweapons first and foremost, but when the first Big Mom emerged...well, she destroyed multiple sunken cities in rage. Whatever they found scared them so much that sterilization became mandatory everywhere."

"Was she from Rapture?" You asked having a bad feeling.

>>6382476
"Yes...where do you think they got the 'genetic templates' from? It wasn't from the...' natives' per se, but rather from the offspring. Normal samples were too twisted and mutated to be useful, but a harvest from a Big Mom's offspring? That stability made it PERFECT to use. Only some weren't happy with 'just' a sample. Just enough for a template...they wanted the whole thing. Later, they thought, why not make their own? Same problem. Later, it was banned entirely until they could find a 'solution' to the Big Moms," your sister confesses.

"...and you also wanted to be a Big Mom...why me then?"

"Duh, why does every woman go absolutely CRAZY for that cock of yours? Why can you knock up even a ghoul?" Laughs, your fiancé providing the answer.

"Oh shut up! It was...it was...more than just that," she whines. "They went through extreme lengths to sterilize us...and at the same time I wasn't happy with not being her actual daughter, okay?"

"Ah, so you got greedy...wanted to know what would happen if two Big Moms made an even bigger family, hm? Hm, why not use a big brother?"

"You know damn well it's biased towards females," she hissed back. "Our males...well, they are late bloomers with higher tolerances and stronger, sure, but they don't have the recovery. That is why they were all...all..."

"Stronger. Tougher. Higher tolerances...ah, natural super soldiers perfect for conversion into...bioweapons. Hm, which ones?"

"You know the answer to that. Normal humans are too soft and fragile. Their bodies cannot handle the strain of more extreme modifications or side effects. So they took them from us and turned them all into those...twisted abominations. Just look at him, little brother that you're fucking. How easily did he break through to being a Superhuman? So...naturally. How susceptible he is to us...can you imagine the result if they caught, experimented, and converted him?"

"..."

"Exactly," she sighs. "We girls might be good, but the boys...that was where the 'magic' really happened. So naturally, there are none of them left...well, none still usable anyway."

That was when you heard a loud plodding and strange groaning. As the doors opened and revealed a hulking figure you only saw in a camera...holy shit in person. Even on camera, your father was BIG and THREATENING, but in person? That picture of him made him look tiny and harmless in comparison.

"Oh shit," shrieked your fiancée as she abruptly hopped off your dick and hid behind you trembling, clinging to you in fear, before you even had a chance to dive under the bed or run. While your sister hopped up naked and crying, she threw herself into his arms. Immediately complaining and tattling on your fiancé to him. With that helmet, you couldn't see any expression. Yet somehow...you could feel the disappointment in that gaze.

Rolled 37 (1d100)

>>6382480
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J4JnSqo_uek&list=RDGYBOz5hS7jI&index=2
He approached ploddingly and...lifted a broken silver necklace with a heart-shaped opening. Inside, you could see two photos. One of your father and mother. The other is just your mother, but pregnant with you. Then he placed it very gently into your palm and lovingly closed your hand. With a very light and melancholic groan. It turned around...his back now towards you and he began to walk away carrying your big sister with him as if she was still a little girl...

>Gained Quest Item UNIQUE Necklace of Forbidden Love
Complete the quest to unlock its effects.

What do?
>Check the heirloom necklace
>Stop him from leaving
>Follow
>Comfort your fiancé
>Other?

>>6382424
Just realized you could also start from scratch. Would give you access to an entirely custom faction or settlement.

Yes, expect a LOT more intrigue and warring. A lot of defunct entities are still in denial about the whole being dead and outdated with the apocalypse. They will keep fighting and will even turn on their own for a while yet. Not to mention all the backstabbing and plotting won't stop either. There is a reason you have a pissed off ghoul spy hunting down players of the Great Game in the middle of fucking nowhere swamp full of inbreds and tribals just to take down a single guy during Point Lookout centuries later. The Chinese superspy is also similar to him in that regard. They didn't stop playing...ever.

In the long run, this will eventually die out as they either realize they need to lie low until the world heals a bit or die. Most choose death. Otherwise, pre war originated factions wouldn't be so rare in over a hundred years. Of course, you also have a bunch of robots STILL thinking the war is ongoing and the government/military is still around centuries later. Not to mention remnants like the BOS or holdouts like the Enclave.

This isn't going to improve anytime soon. Most people will die. Even the remnants will also mostly perish. Most survivors end up either being those hiding out in the deep wilderness(future tribals) or places that are especially fortified and safe(aka vaults and bunkers ect). Everyone else...is more than a little dead.

>>6382481
>Follow
Ask questions about mother, Abyss, dad's love - anything that can be answered.

Sis has mentioned a lot about the sacrifices Bob's mum made to birth him before, but obviously he wasn't alive then to appreciate it and any gratitude hasn't stuck as he was a dropout from day 1. So I think there might be a little more shock and guilt this time around with fiance and sis doing their thing.

Rolled 76 (1d100)

>>6382632
Welp since nobody else decided to vote after giving it two days. I guess this wins by default. Now roll me a 1d100-

>Remembers the matriarch is present

LOL, never mind.
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You decide to follow them. Remembering to drag your fiance along, but unlike your adoptive sister, you two at least remembered to get dressed into of being hauled butt naked by you, the abomination sealed within that armour that is apparently your 'father'. Your fiancé, though, refused to let you return to your previous rags and happened to 'coincidentally' have an entire wardrobe of clothing in your size. That you simply threw on until she made an intervention and chose something out for you that was 'presentable', all the while cursing under her breath about her sister in law...somehow you know those two are just never going to get along. Ever.

Soon you dashed after them. As your father trudged along, easily carrying your thrashing adoptive sister one handed, who at this point finally realised she was still nude...

You however, had questions to badger them with. With groans coming from all three.

"Who is my mother? What is the connection with Abyss? What is the truth of the relationship between mom and dad? What sacrifices did they make? What did they both turn into? How?" You badger them relentlessly with questions.

Surprisingly though, it wasn't either of the girls that answered. Instead, a harsh crackling synthetic voice spoke up from the suit.

"We...were enemies when we first met," your father answers. "At the time, we were fighting in the Middle East. Back then, I was still with the EU unified army as it hadn't fully collapsed yet. She was on a mercenary contract hired by the Gulf. We fought against each other...over and over. Back then, they didn't want us to know what was TRULY underneath those suits and armours. Relying on their wealth, they hired the best of the best among the undersea city mercenaries and purchased their best offerings in mass. We had no idea wtf we were getting ourselves into. At that time, those experiments and projects going on underwater were considered little more than hearsay and rumour. Until we found out the hard way in that war, there were no civilians or refugees. Just another bioweapon that has yet to be activated. Supersoldiers? Cyborgs? Who needed that when you grow some goddamn bioweapons and set them loose instead for a fraction of the price."

"So wait, the resource wars...were never a traditional war? Even in the beginning?"

"It was in other places, but not the Middle East. They had grown fat, lazy, and inbred, relying on their oil reserves for so long. So when shit hit the fan, they were ill-prepared; however, what they DID have was a fortune to waste. So they simply hired and bought the best of the best, not caring where it came from or what it was. More normal wars took part in other places like Africa or Asia, but even in Asia was overshadowed more by espionage. Even then, not for long."

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>>6383173
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7NK_JOkuSVY&list=RD7NK_JOkuSVY&start_radio=1

"Everyone was dead broke and running on empty except for a few places. Naturally, everyone was desperate for more 'affordable' alternatives, no matter what they were. We fought in the Middle East until they finally went bankrupt after running out of their remaining reserves. When the EU collapsed, I was left stranded in a foreign land and with my homeland destroyed and in chaos...well, fighting was the only thing I was good at. Others who were more patriotic or worried about their loved ones went back, but I...Well, I accepted a certain offer following a parley with our former enemy, a bunch of mercs. I took a job with them and joined up. Thanks to that, we fought all over the world, even underwater. I even returned home a few times on the job, only to see my home was long gone. Luckily, I made enough money to afford to have what was left of my family immigrate to the USA. Costed me a damned fortune, but war made me that fortune to begin with."

"Asia...Africa. All consumed by the flames of war, shortages, riots, disasters, and plagues. Yet it was never enough to stop the fighting. Only intensify it. The only time 'peace' happened was when everyone finally realized they were utterly bankrupt and there was simply nothing left to take anymore. Whenever that happened, the survivors would seek refuge somewhere else, and the fighting would continue just...migrate. Us mercs...we were at least honest about that fact. The others would lie and say it was about nationalism or saving for their loved ones. Hypocrites and liars. Every. Single. Last. One. In the end, that was what ended up bringing us to the USA too."

"What? The USA didn't use mercenaries..."You pointed out.

"Officially yes, unofficially...well, you are aware that the only remaining resource reserves on the planet were mainly underwater, and even they were beginning to run dry, right? They just happened to be a bunch of solitary citystates that refused to abide by the rules of the nations. There were also the more deniable operations all over the place; they didn't want to be tied back to them. The USA would hire us to subjugate various citystates and suck them dry. Anyone else who could afford it but at that time most were too bankrupt to employ us, and instead, we got hired by the city states to stay independent. Some got fucked mainly by the USA and China. The rest were too broke to try."

"..."

"Anyway, after we got done trying to kill each other, we ended up on the same side and from there...well, our feelings got complicated. Most considered things like your mother an inhuman bioweapon made to look human for marketing and disguise purposes. As for me...well, let's just say your uh 'tastes' had to come from somewhere and it wasn't your mother's side of the family. Honestly, I'm probably the only one who wasn't surprised by that whatsoever," the hulking monstrousity shrugged and admitted.

>>6383187
"So...that was how uh...conceived huh?"

"That took a LOT of effort and time; it was by accident. It was thanks to that she had to go AWOL and I had to buy her a new identity. Not to mention figure out she was going to even...yeah. We couldn't risk giving it away, so we had to visit the ruins of Rapture. A place I didn't even think ever truly existed. Of course, by the time we visited, it was already a completely sunken, a completely looted, ruined wreck. At first, we didn't think we were gonna find anything...but she did. She realized, despite the appearances, that there were 'survivors', albeit the former denizens of Rapture couldn't even be considered formerly human at that point; they were so far gone, but it made us think. There were things specifically designed to survive in those depths...to maintain rapture. So where did THEY all go? That was how we accidentally stumbled upon the Abyss. They were hidden in a nearby trench, and their 'neighbors' were exactly what she was looking for."

"Us finding Abyss was entirely by accident. We started searching underneath the ruins of Rapture. Figuring if it was on the surfac,e it would have been found by then, right? We were right about that, but we didn't find anything until we searched the nearby sea trenches. That was when we accidentally stumbled upon the Abyss. Back then, they were still building out the installation. Neatly hidden away in some place nobody would ever bother looking. Best hiding place ever, to be honest. If it wasn't for us looking for something else specifically, we never would have found out."

"Did you find them...the Rapture survivors?"

"We did in a matter of speaking. Although...I would say those 'things' were more of a cult made of monsters. Turned out they buried themselves deep in the trench and underground. Kept digging deeper and deeper...as if something was driving them. The Abyss ended up being remarkably more helpful for them. The problem was...she was too modified compared to their origin. They needed the data and files of what was done to her exactly in order to give birth to you...that meant I had to go in solo. They couldn't know about your mother. As you know that didn't end up going according to plan. She ended up needing to bail my ass out, but of course that went wrong too."

"A simple enough job at first. It was easy to pretend to be hired to target and rob their facility. What I wasn't expecting though, was to encounter the little ones," he states, pausing to spank your still thrashing and struggling adopted sister. "I...they all looked so alike. So similar and with your mother being pregnant...I found myself too sentimental. So I decided to change plans at the last second. Naturally, that was when things went wrong and shit hit the fan. Not that I failed, mind you. I still have the data. I just wasn't able to go with it. Staging a mass breakout like that...well, they were more than a little pissed."

>>6383190
Seeing my 'closeness' with those bioweapons, along with my experience. Gave them some 'ideas' to test out and punish me as well. So they dug up the old Big Daddy schematics and some of their own designs to play around with. They couldn't afford to waste me by a full mindwipe, but they certainly did their best with the brainwashing and making me...watch. Helplessly. Nice thing about having them look all so similar that with the right drugs it became too real...felt all too real. I may have been a tough bastard, but truthfully, that for the first time in my life backfired on me. By the end of it...I definitely wasn't a human anymore. Just another bioweapon like the rest that they were planning to see if they could replicate. Replication didn't go so well; you needed a particularly tough, experienced, strongwilled, and bonded son of a bitch. Ended up as a 'limited edition' series. We were deemed too hard to control and strong, so they modified our powered armour to restrain us. But unlike most bioweapons, we got along strangely well with the others. They were all too willing to overlook our presence for some reason. It made us the perfect...handlers, guardians, and enforcers."

"Ended up like that for years until the world ended, and when that happened. Old habits die hard, I guess. As everything broke down like the rest, I took the opportunity to escape, but given how I was denied being a father and my misgivings regarding the little ones...I couldn't resist taking those I could find under my wing and getting them someplace safe."

"As for my mother?"

"We lost touch. She would know more," he admits, giving her another spank as she yelped in protest. "Back then, your mother was very much...inhuman. A carefully trained monster in warfare. Pretty sure the only reason she even still technically had the um...necessary parts was for freaks with tastes like me. Of course, not being an 'owner', I had to...persuade her another way. We ended up fooling around. Fighting and fucking for many years. Took awhile to get her to um...open up. No protection on account of her being sterilized, but it still ended up happening regardless. I do remember though, that when she fell pregnant, she began...changing. Into what exactly, I wouldn't know. The Abyss claimed she was becoming a 'Big Mom'. No idea what that was."

"You two fell in...love?"

>>6383198
"..." That made him pause for a good long time as he struggled to come up with an answer. "...All her life, she was trained, experimented upon, and fought. There was no such 'concept' to her. Much less one such as humanity or what it meant to be anything more than just another bioweapon. Her feelings about it... It was a fun way to pass the time when there wasn't a fight to join. If there ever was, she would be there. The way she took to battle proved by every metric that she was indeed a 'perfect product'...until something changed. I don't even know when it happened exactly. She started collecting these little keepsakes and photos. Started asking me about what it was like when there wasn't a war. What it was like for normal people...it started with her being curious. As for love...I will never forget the look on her face when I had to beg her to run and leave me behind. I think that was when she finally discovered what love was...when she was forced to abandon it. That was when I, too, finally realized she had fallen in love with me. Of course, by then it was too late."

"Did you uh...ever 'love' her too?" You couldn't help but force yourself to ask such an uncomfortable question.

"Falling in love with a bioweapon...talk about a forbidden love. Truthfully, I saw her as more of a comrade at best. As there was no 'romance' or even a relationship between us whatsoever. We just fought and fucked together. As for me catching feelings for it...it was when I considered your birth. I didn't expect the impossible to happen, but apparently God disagreed. Realizing that and later accepting it. I figured it would be wrong NOT to love the mother of my child, right? Truthfully, I didn't think she would ever love me. Clearly wasn't made for it, but she appeared to care enough about her own offspring that she wanted to try."

"Such...twisted irony your mother's fate. Utterly tragic," he somehow sighs despite the synthesized voice. "Come on now...you've been silent this whole time, and unlike me, you knew what happened next." he finishes this time giving a very loud and hard spank that made her scream in pain to get her talking.

>>6383205
"FUCK that hurt...you are underestimating how bad it was." She finally admits this time, writhing with discomfort. "I don't want or like to talk about it. It's not like she didn't try to learn how to be human or love again but...well. It never worked out for her. In order to keep us, her family safe, she had to disappear for long stretches of time to keep her pursuers away and to scrounge for some money to help keep us alive. She...really couldn't be there most of the time, and when she WAS with us...she was more concerned about keeping us alive. Combined with her nonexistent human and mothering experience...well, it didn't come out right. Whenever she tried to get a new love and move on. To have another baby and hopefully have a 'real family'. He would always die, and she would be forced to give birth alone again. Forced once more to be on the run. Truthfully, we got mothered more by the Big Moms who took us in temporarily to feed the babies so they wouldn't die. Of course, they were too young to remember...which is a good thing, to be honest. It's best not to remember THAT PLACE. "

"Personally, I think...even if she tried, she just couldn't. It wasn't in her nature. After all, it wasn't like she DIDN'T try. She never stopped, in fact, but...that wasn't enough. So I thought I could um...help you know? Then she finally got 'caught.' Which, truthfully, I don't think it was an accident or by mistake."

"...Why is that?" You forced yourself to whisper, dreading the answer.

"Because at that time...I was 'old' enough to handle it. Too bad we got separated. I don't think that was part of her plan. Plus...I think she finally just gave up. She saw how much closer to being a human I was and a better mother. All she ever did was try, fail, and make things worse. Even her attempts at 'mothering' were at best extremely abusive mothering from the hell bootcamps. Yeah, she 'taught' us, but what kind of 'lessons' were those she taught exactly? Then she would just disappear again. Even I didn't get to see much of her new lovers."

"Except her lessons...warnings. While they certainly appeared 'crazy' and hardcore...they kept us at least me alive. If it wasn't for that, I would never have survived all of this." You admit. "It's made me realize that...deep down. She did truly care, and not only did she care, but she KNEW what was coming. She just did her best to prepare us for it in the only way she could. To keep us alive," you remember speaking aloud. "I just never realized it until it was far too late. When the world ended, using what she taught me to survive, and having a LOT of time to think about it. Her abandoning us...I just don't see it happening. Otherwise, why bother even trying to be a mother? Insisting on all those hellish lessons? Forcing us to learn how to survive in the streets or deep wilderness alone?"

>>6383206
"Then why stay gone?" She asks you.

"I thought you would know that, being of the same kind as her." You pointed out.

"...I don't know. My instincts say one thing, and my thoughts another. It doesn't help that among 'our kind' I am indeed the one who came out the most human...you should have seen others. Actually, never mind, I really hope you never do. I'll say this, though. The transformation...the reason why she became pregnant. I have my suspicions it's not due to just maturity and intercourse. A bond is required as well. A very strong one."

"So you're saying...she fell pregnant because of love?" Inquire of your father, both speaking synthetically with that rumbling, ringing sound of moans of his voice box.

"Yes. Otherwise, why did none of the others do so? Why are the Big Moms so damned rare? Even with sterilization its not like it's irreversible, but that 'bonding' on the other hand is a different story...and I'll admit I took a shortcut with it. Plus, I know damn well how they tried to figure out how to artificially produce Big Moms but utterly failed. They could never crack it."

"Do you think Abyss knew?"

"Knew? Of course, they knew. Definitely far more than they let on. They were always like that," mutters your sister as your father nods in agreement. "Abyss helped and kept quiet about it. Repeatedly. They never asked for anything. They knew exactly who we were when we showed up. The angle that the Abyss is playing...is a very dangerous one. They obsess over saving humanity on one hand but then secretly devise a plan to protect it no matter the cost on the other hand. They know too about THEM in fact they ALWAYS did from the very beginning. They knew too, that we weren't alone. They had access to such advanced technology and open communications when official diplomacy completely died, and it was only war left. Of everyone I ever met in Abyss were always the shadiest assholes around. Albeit not the slimiest," big sis grudgingly admits.

"So their angle," you try to dig.

"Who the fuck knows?" She shrugs. "Honestly, I wouldn't even be surprised that they don't too."

"Abyss... we were supposed to help with an international task force against an alien threat," suddenly states your father.

"What? ALIENS? What do they have to do with this?"

"Everything." He continues. "I remember them back before international politics completely collapsed of course, back then they were a theoretical think tank for resolving resource shortages and to help with a think tank meant to support a task force for alien threats, given planned expansion into exploring space and settling our star system. Only when that collapsed, did they formally disappear officially. Unofficially, well...there were whispers. Crazy talk about aliens and obviously nobody wanted to give up whatever tech they were cooking up. So they 'vanished'. Most thought they got blackbagged and forcefully recruited. As a merc though I did a few jobs for them."

>>6383210
"The strangest jobs I've ever done. Weird ruins whose design never appeared in ruins. Targeting certain 'entities' that never existed. Testing out strange tech or escorting their researchers to the most eerie and dangerous places that were never recorded. Then Abyss helps us out of sheer 'goodwill'. A pregnant rogue bioweapon and a renegade soldier? Again and again and again. Only for what do you know their SON joins the Abyss. What a coincidence." Your father complains.

"So you don't trust them despite how much they helped you?" You asked, recalling what you know of Abyss. They really did have the technology to save humanity and if they had just a bit more time to deploy it...but alas, they ran out of time. As for protecting humanity...they DID move awfully fast in regards to the Anomalies even if it DID backfire on them spectacularly. At least they tried and unlike those other think tanks, closer to the surface tried at least to have some proper safeguards...


"There are many shady ass Think Tanks, son but none of them were as well connected as Abyss. Wealthier? Powerful? Prestigious? Numerous? Certainly, but in terms of connections? Unrivaled. They were THIS close to forming that joint international task force for the pursuit of the stars and potential threats related to it. They suddenly just 'died' and disappeared as if it were nothing? Only for their tech to keep emerging at the 'perfect' time. Gee, what a coincidence, energy to mass converters became a thing and started getting pushed out. Why, in a few years, the resource wars would be no more, right? What a coincidence, the bombs dropped before that could happen. What a coincidence we have these 'anomalies' and twisted monsters appearing everywher,e right?"

"So you think Abyss is involved."

"No," he states shaking his head. "I. KNOW. THEY. ARE. I never forget the strangeness of those jobs. The quickness in their reaction to previously unknown threats. Never trust the Abyss. They know too much and they call themselves the Abyss for a reason. I know you already know why that is. What is it they are becoming next right? I'm sure they plan to play dead and be reborn in the future when nobody is left who remembers them. Of all my Think Tank related employers, it wasn't the ones that made things like your mother that scared me the most. Oh no. It was always that fucking ABYSS. The way IT rubs off on you. The way that no matter how hard you try to wash away or forget the things it STAINS you with...it always proves impossible to remove or forget. The knowledge they just 'coincidentally' know or need. The secrets or threats they are prepared to fight or contain. So many coincidences. So much secrecy. Yet they are somehow clean, innocent, and just want to save people? The you stare into the Abyss and it stares back. You fight monsters and beware lest you too become a monster. They baked that very warning and term into their own NAME. Who knows what their true motives are?"

>>6383173
>Now roll me a 1d100-

>Remembers the matriarch is present
You funny.

Big Daddy's a really cool guy, and I think getting the effort of Bob and Many Heads to get Dad out of the power armour could be doable as a new mid-term goal.
I think Witch might even be cool with it, since we need to get her permission for anything now and Dad still is a man with an appetite.

With the lore now, I'm still not bothered about the direction we went in helping Many Heads promote the Escapee faction in Abyss.
Imagine if Witch can fully bend the Escapees to her will, as she already sort-of has.

>>6383284
Many Heads is deathly afraid of her. I mean, you had a big PSYCHIC beautiful head right there, and it didn't dare touch it or try to add to its collection. Witch hasn't really bothered to deal with the mutants there. Too busy handling other problems but you're knocking up all the female faculty and the...variety of bioweapons/mutants there is gonna give her quite the headache to deal with.

Big Daddy got turned into a bioweapon that was then sealed into power armour permanently. Even before that, he was a scary badass dude just with some extremely hardcore tastes. The man fought nonstop in the worst wars humanity has ever had for decades. He was INSANELY dangerous even before he got turned into a bigger, badder bioweapon. Even Big Boss didn't have to worry about that level of Resident Evil/Bioshock and Forever Winter Warscape, he fought nonstop for decades. Probably where his tastes come from, truth be told. Normal women after his experiences are gonna...awfully 'boring'.

His transformation made far FAR more dangerous. He also wasn't a special 'human' before that. More along the lines of an Umbrella HUNK. Despite that, he was more akin to a natural supersoldier but without the super. He was just EXTREMELY good at what he did. So much so, he could charm the panties off actual bioweapons and flip sides with them.

>>6383290
For an idea of what he is like NOW, think of a prototype Frank Horrigan. It wasn't just biotech they were shoving inside him and they realized it was a big enough problem. They had to redesign a suit of power armour to lock him inside out of fear of what could happen if he somehow broke free. Much to his annoyance as he honestly preferred the 'challenge' of fighting back when he was still a normal man. Now fighting is far too 'easy' and thus boring for his tastes. Also he REALLY misses being able to fuck. But he has to settle with being a sexless Daddy... that does NOT amuse him. Not at all. He misses the fighting and fucking most.

Does that mean he could still be growing and has limiters?

Yes, he does. That power armour of his? It's not meant to make him stronger but WEAKER. There are other limiters implanted in him as well to restrain and weaken him. Obviously, it wasn't enough; he broke free anyway.

>>6383221
You thought about it. You know Abyss is...most definitely shady. So shady in fact, they never had a single problem with ANYTHING that you did or brought to the table. Hell they had no problem with your 'personal project' or when you went to the surface to raid their rivals. Shit, they even gave you troops to help.

Plus your mother...honestly, before the Bombs dropped you may have hated her guts even before you got taken away. Even your big sisters piss poor job was a far better excuse for a mother than hers. Sadly, it was only when the bombs dropped that you were forced to face it. That your mother...was right. She wasn't crazy at all. That the skills she made DAMN sure to beat into your skulls would indeed keep you alive even after the world fucking ended.

Hearing about what she had to go through to even give birth to you...Well, you know first hand what the Abyss is like. Being forced on the run the whole time. Yet STILL finding time to sneak you guys some cash and even help teach you all...she might have been an utter shit mother and unsurprisingly turned out she really wasn't human at all. You all used to joke about her being a monster instead whenever big sis wasn't around to hear. Oh boy, would she beat all your asses black and purple if she did.

So you admit that you...cannot bring yourself to hate and despise her as she used to. You have the feeling she knew you all hated her guts. Never around and when she was, she insisted on her hellishly abusive 'lessons'. As if any day the world could end and you needed those skills to survive it...so you grudgingly admit to having a certain appreciation and gratitude to her. Not a normal mother by any means but you know what? For a mother to keep her kids alive and even thrive after the world ends? You don't really think you could ask for a better mother. She just wasn't made for before the bombs for her style of mothering but after? Well...there IS a reason you like that type of woman you do. Makes you wonder why your Dad did though...sounds like his tastes may have been even more hardcore than yours and he doesn't have your uh 'complex' when it comes to women.

>>6383295
So you couldn't help but bring it up. "Dad...why DO you like the type of um...woman like Mom so much?" You could HEAR the air freeze. As both girls abruptly zipped their mouths tight. Even your fiancé suddenly perked up and paid close attention as your Dad froze in response and pondered an answer.

"...During the wars. Most women couldn't handle it. Even those who could wouldn't on account of needing to return home to give birth. Terrible idea to have a family and be pregnant in the middle of a warzone. Not that I didn't know a few...hell, that was how I actually first acquired a taste for women like that...and the orphans. I may be a killer and warrior but I never hid behind a shield of 'greater good' after realizing how much bullshit it all was the entire time. The families who got stranded. The children who were spared solely because they wouldn't make for decent raw materials due to not being fully grown. The few badass bitches pregnant but refused to withdraw...it wasn't like I wasn't given leave either. I did take it and would go back to visit family but...Honestly, I found the warzone more comforting. The people were weak and struggling. The riots, plagues, and shortages. Endless misery but in a battlefield, at least you could fight back. At least you had an enemy before you to blame and attack. Eventually, I found that I preferred the fighting over that nightmare. For at least in hell I can slay the demons, spare the innocent, and maybe even make a difference somehow."

"Naturally, in between fights...one seeks to find solace. Drinking, gambling, chems, and sex. I preferred the sex myself. During the downtimes we would seek solace and company within each other's arms. Maybe for a single fight or longer, depending on how long we survive. So...I ended up with many lovers, but unlike many of them who eventually sought to return home. I couldn't bring myself to leave the war. It just didn't...feel right with me. With that in mind, that drastically reduced my options if I didn't want to be a scumbag. Then one day, I'll never forget that day...the day I saw one of those bioweapons refuse to retreat. Fighting desperately before some burnt-out ruin. Completely surrounded it and maimed. Gave up its chance to retreat and would fight desperately against anyone who tried to enter that ruin."

"So naturally I did just that. Lured it right in for an easy killshot...but then I found a child inside. Starving. With a fever. Carefully wrapped up tight with love hidden under a piece of rubble...and that bioweapon desperately dived between the child and me. Naturally, I blew its brains out...but then I saw its face. HER FACE. I saw that child had a few scorched photos and heirlooms. Then I noticed similarity between the bioweapon and the child. Hit me like a fucking train realizing that bioweapon was her mother and she somehow regained enough humanity to directly disobey orders just to protect her child she somehow accidentally stumbled upon."

>>6383297
"The mask on the creature was blown off but its face wasn't so disfigured yet to hide the truth of what I had just done. Killed a mother just trying to protect her child before her own child's fevered gaze...so I took the child with me. Insisted she get treated and found out the whole story from her." Explains your father who despite the robotic voice still felt wistful. "Her mother was taken away...' recruited' they said. They knew the truth, though. Fathers, brothers, and uncles were taken first. Than they came for the women and the girls and naturally, not even a pittance would be left for the family. She didn't think she would ever see them again until one day a troop of bioweapons moved through the villain. They found the survivors, including her and were about to rip them apart. Indeed that happened to all of them...except her. One of the bioweapons suddenly went berserk and turned on the rest. Fought them off and hid her. Did its best to protect and take care of her...until of course I blew her brains out."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"...It was the first time I had ever heard of any bioweapon acting in such a peculiar way. We all heard of them disobeying orders or losing control but...behaving like a human? I had never seen anything like it until her. That was how I ended up adopting my first child, who is your eldest sister."

"Wait...you murdered her mother before her eyes and YOU, as the killer, ADOPTED her?" Interrupted your shocked fiancé.

"Yes. I even offered to teach her enough so that one day she could kill me and avenge her family," he admitted. "It was only fair considering what I did. Even if it wasn't me who would do it, someone else would have picked her off...and likely left her there to die."

"Why not...send her away than somewhere safer?"

"Safer? People like to say only the warfront was terrible but why did the refugees keep disappearing? The riots? Plagues? Shortages? Who would care for orphans? She was a wise little girl and understood this. Hence, she knew she was better raised by a bunch of warriors. It's not like there weren't any other girls...they just didn't expect me to adopt a kid out of nowhere but...even I felt touched and responsible for her. Should she try to kill me in the future and even succeed...fair enough."

"Even though you saved her life..." Your fiancé whispered with a conflicted gaze.

"Saved? No. All I did was repay her mother for what I did. There was no fixing what she turned into but I could at least make amends by saving her last surviving child. So that her final sacrifice would be vain. As for her daughter...I still murdered her mother right before her eyes and then kidnapped her to raise her into a child soldier who could one day avenge and protect herself." Your father confesses.

"When you put it like that...it sounds quite conflicted."

>>6383301
"Back then I was. I thought myself a proud soldier fighting for my homeland and for a good cause...I was still a foolish soldier. I wouldn't rediscover my honor and become a true warrior until later as a merc. After that, I naturally became much more curious about the bioweapons. Admittedly, back then, they were still being mistaken for an African and Middle Eastern Specialty. Of course, sooner than I would like, we also started using the damned things when they were selling to both sides after their 'showcase' of their products. I ended up taking advantage of that. Most couldn't stand their presence, much less actively liaison or interact with them. Much less fight side by side. Which was fair, they tended to be...highly unstable. I however, volunteered for joint ops with them thanks to my curiosity, and that was when I uh...discovered their 'feminine' charms."

"Of course I made limited progress until that war ended and I found myself without a cause to fight for any longer. Luckily I had made a good impression both as an enemy and ally with some of them to vouch for me, and I was offered a job. It was when that happened that I made the most ground with...enjoying each other's company."

"Wait, you said she was your first child? Adopted no less?" You couldn't help but bring up.

"Oh right, that...well, as things intensified, there were a lot of child soldiers around. Nobody wanted refugees and those who still came soon found themselves vanishing and being 'repurposed'. As a kid, you were even more fucked. So over time, more and more kids remained. First, as scavengers picking over the scraps in the battlefield and later joining the fight in order not to starve and for revenge. Despite my still being a part of the military back then, child soldiers were already cropping up. Plus, with the desperation and chaos, it wasn't too difficult. So yeah, I raised her as my own and later I picked up more kids. Only some of which were mine. You would be surprised that things were so bad at home that nobody could afford a war orphan, even their own family. So I raised the children of my fallen comrades, my deceased lovers, and even random orphans I stumbled upon."

"I never could find a safe place for them. So they remained with me until they were old enough to fend for themselves. Never heard from most of them again, which was no surprise. Some stuck around. Even her. Even though she did try to kill me quite a few times. She even nearly got me a few times too. Damn girl could fight alright...I was so proud."

Rolled 52 (1d100)

>>6383303
"That was how I acquired a taste for such marvelous 'women'. The hardest part was getting them to remember sex, and after that...oh boy. They still have those same needs, just buried deeper down and you somehow have to get past the bloodlust. So I slept with both. Bioweapons and women, albeit the women I preferred were of the uh...warlike variety. After that encounter, I became too curious about them for my own good. Thought about what else they could still have locked away inside them? What would happen if it were dragged out?"


"Anyway, we are here, so now it's time to say hi to the family." Your father finally finishes, and you suddenly realize that you were too busy thinking to realize where he had successfully lured you all. You could hear the childish voices behind the door, and you froze up. Preparing to run away...your sister was the first one thrown through the door, at first cursing and then immediately stopping when they could now hear her.

"Damn i,t at least let me get dressed first," she complained, only for him to shrug in response.

"Should have thought of that before fucking my son and your adopted little brother." Before you could run, you could feel his giant armoured hand grab you by the shoulder, pick you up single handed and throw you inside. To the cursing of your fiancée at seeing all her hard work get thrown away just like that. Before she followed after quieting down. Slinking in behind you both.

Inside, picking yourself up. You saw them. Familiar faces. Adopted and by blood. Also a lot of unfamiliar faces. You froze up in terror and shock. Not sure how to respond...as you had previously planned to avoid this entirely until you got fooled and lured into a trap by your own Father. Damn it. Just as you are desperately thinking what to do. Your fiance appeared grabbed you by the harm and faced your old family before lighting up and introducing herself to them.

"So good to see you all! Yes, this is your missing big brother! He has been busy and as for me, why I'm his fiancée! That's right, we are getting married and I was hoping to have your blessing for our marriage." She smoothly slides in, prolonging the stunned silence. The kids who didn't know you didn't react. The ones who did know you reacted.

"There is NO fucking way he not only got a girlfriend but MARRIED since we last saw him? He SUCKS with girls!" Complaints, your now not so adorable little sister.

"I can't believe it, I thought he was dead...but apparently he ran off to get eloped?" Questions your confused little brother.

"This is big bro we are talking about. That doofus never got girls right? So its impossible."

What do?
>Hide behind your fiancee
>tickle fight
>Defend yourself
>Catch your fleeing sister
>Where's Daddy?
>Other?

>>6383304
So many tempting options and a more light-hearted turn of events.
>tickle fight
"Who is hopeless now, huh? Who is the doofus? Why are you all here anyway, to get tickled so hard you pee?"

Also I'm even more convinced we need to help Dad. Fiance and Dad might just be able to shore up Bob's personality and fix his karma.
>Put Many Heads and Katarina under employment of Fiancee, like Bob.
>Scientific golden age
>Get more trains working
>Turn off the generators in the ThinkTank, reduce chance of THEM manifesting
>Make a place for our ghoul and abomination family

>>6383537
I'll see if there are more votes tomorrow.

How are you gonna convince them to work for her? Your charisma and speech are shit. Both of them are currently with Abyss. Otherwise not bad plans.

>>6383304
>>6383304
finally caught up binged this quest last night and today

>defend yourself
were not bad with girls just never the right kinds around

what did we miss on dynasty building?

>With two SPECIAL characters you may now take double actions so long as one character is involved in 1 action. Shared actions with ALL SPECIAL characters may stack
>>6383304
finally caught up binged this quest last night and today

>defend yourself
were not bad with girls just never the right kinds around

what did we miss on dynasty building?

>With two SPECIAL characters you may now take double actions so long as one character is involved in 1 action. Shared actions with ALL SPECIAL characters may stack

we never used this lol

Also 4chan captcha sucks have you thought about using fiction(.)live?

>>6383629
The MC has suicidally bad taste in deathwish pussy and some very hardcore mommy complex. Which was later abused by his fiancee because she HATED the idea of there being any kind of competition or threat to her position. Considering how the MC kept on doubling down on it without fail...she had every reason to fear it with potential incest. That luckily that time I was smart enough to make sure at least big sis was adopted and not his real sister. He is also a bonafide autist who despite being a genius insists on only two obsessions go through his head at any time.

You missed out on the entire thing in regards to setting up the dynasty until you try to reform it with the next MC since you forfeited control to an NPC. You can still at least somewhat influence what the childcare stuff will be like since that hasn't come up yet but it will ultimately be limited. I wasn't expecting the players to forfeit control with their very first MC. I figured it would come up later on with a different MC and it would just stick with the previous setup.

Is that the one full of smut? Look, I EXACTLY what will happen if I move over there given the MC's god awful, suicidally bad tastes in pussy okay? There would really be no escaping it if that happens. As is I'm having to wait until this MC dies and than the next one gets to look forward to cleaning up his mess...

>>6383635
No that doesn't mean I hate this MC. Just the quest didn't go according to plan from the initial premise. Plus, I always knew there would be MCs I was less fond of than others. The starter one simply proved to be especially annoying but for me, it's temporary. For the players, it's gonna cause some 'fun' long term problems to deal with. LOL.

It's gonna be fun trying to over turn the matriarchy and politics from all our 100's? Of siblings

>>6383635
>>6383652

MC basically joined an army.
It just so happened that he's not the leader of the army, nor the army being made of manly soldiers. He's also leading the recruiting, bringing in some unique specialists, and grunts (babies) who will need extra training. His CO (Witch Fiancee) is working all this into her own schemes to grow her empire.
The army is fully capable of warcrimes sacrificing to THEM, though Bob is probably ahead of them with vivisections, the a-bomb-ination and killing so many of the Oathkeepers..
I'm hoping the agreement with AWD/AIs might find some ways to avoid more conflict with those guys too.

Give me 2d100s

Rolled 76 (1d100)

Rolled 25 (1d100)

>>6383875
In interest of moving things along

Rolled 64 (1d100)

>>6383875
DICE

Rolled 85, 41 = 126 (2d100)

>>6383652
>100s of siblings
More like 1000s and it hasn't even been a year yet. Realistically most of them will die to apocalytpic attrition rate but still that is a lot.

>>6383872
A surprising apt summary. Extremely accurate if your wife follows through with the cultish legion approach but currently she still occupied putting out fires and setting up the Dynasty structure. So its at best a secondary concern right now.

There is a big trouble a brewing regarding the remnants.

Anyway dice were for waifu's rolls. Since you ARE currently in the same party right now. About time someone remembers that benefit you ignored this ENTIRE time.

Rolled 14 (1d100)

>>6383883
>>6384095
>>6383537
>>6383629
"Who is hopeless now, huh? Who is the doofus? Why are you all here anyway, to get tickled so hard you pee?"

You pounce on them. If you let them keep talking, you really won't be able to defend yourself, and you DESPERATELY do not want your fiancée to realize how much of a fucking loser you were with women before the bombs dropped... it's not your fault that its so hard a for a school boy to find a femme fatale right? Shit was impossible back then, even if you were a delinquent.

While you reminded the older ones of the horror of Big Brother's inescapable tickling grasp. Your fiancée peeled off...and immediately started sucking up to the older ones who remember you. A complete flawless 180 from their previous stance when she clashed directly with your big sis...and so seamless too. What gives?

As you chased them down and reminded them of the horror of your clutches, but alas even those who remembered and tried to flee weren't able to escape your grasp. The others were easily caught and put in their place. Not even an entire ARMY of ornery and bored brats could stop you! Such was your power until a familiar metallic fist suddenly appeared out of nowhere and grabbed your shoulder. Causing you to freeze and look up at your father's expressionless helmet. Yet you could somehow FEEL that stern gaze within. Then your big sister finally appeared and started herding them all to bed with your fiancée, the two VERY...suspiciously cordial right now.

With that tightening inescapable grip. You suddenly realized how it must have felt to be one of your younger siblings you got caught by you. Except this time you have a feeling the punishment that awaits won't be relentless tickling...

"You have...much to answer for as by far my most disappointing child, especially one of my own BLOOD at that. Of course, I'll admit I have a part to play in that...or more accurately, an ABSENCE. Yet that doesn't excuse your gross...negligence or weakness. Hiding behind the skirt of your mother or big sister? Then, when they went away immediately found ANOTHER skirt to hide behind? To immediately reduce yourself to nothing more than a fucking boy toy and a stud despite becoming a SUPERHUMAN? To ignore your own family and dodge all responsibility...with what excuse, huh? HOW. DARE. YOU!" He rumbles with icy rage and remorse.

"I...I...I was raised that way, right? YOU weren't there, now were you? Neither was any of mother's lovers. Fuck I only knew they ever existed when she would show up out of the blue one day, either pregnant or with a new baby in tow. So they were all I had to depend on and their absence...I needed to fill that hole right?" You defended yourself.

>Strength checks failed
>Perception checks failed
>Endurance checks failed
>Charisma checks failed
>Intelligence checks failed
>Agility checks failed
>Luck checks failed

>Speech checks failed
>Combat skill checks failed
>Noncombat skill checks passed

Rolled 40 (1d100)

>>6384347
"YOU ARE THE MAN OF THE HOUSE! The 'man' that YOUR family was supposed to depend upon!" Roars your father. "You believe I will accept such an excuse? You. Are. Not. WEAK. You. Are. Not. STUPID. You. Are. Not. HELPLESS. You. Are. Not. HARMLESS. You. Are. Not. USELESS. Yet you DARE act like it! You DARE to refuse or even ACKNOWLEDGE your responsibilities! Much less your DUTY as a MAN! Especially the ONLY man YOUR family could depend on!"

"..."

Just in time, your fiancée appeared right in time to save you. Your heart is full of relief instead of remorse when your big sister suddenly 'poofed' appeared right next to her, terror sprawled over her face."Actually-" She began, only to immediately be silenced by your sister with both her hands trembling in fear and wide-eyed with panic. Alas, it wasn't in time.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP. THIS. IS. A. MATTER. BETWEEN. MEN! SON AND FATHER NO LESS! YOU WILL HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS. YOU HEAR ME, YOU LITTLE WHORE? BUT DON'T WORRY, YOUR TURN WILL BE NEXT!" He roars right at her to your absolute shock and amazement, as it dawned upon you that her ability...completely bounced right off him. In fact, it was as if he were immune. Even she was shocked as her eyes also widened in panic and fear, and he immediately turned back towards you as he waved the two away. "Finish handling the little ones," he grumbled, dismissing them as your sister practically flew with your stunned fiancée in tow, despite no longer having her mouth covered.

"As for you...BOY," he spits. "Since apparently you refuse to be a man...despite sure being old enough to put a baby in her right? Should have made you old enough to be a MAN and take responsibility, shouldn't it? Yet here you are...still hiding behind your little whores with a bigger pussy than they have apparently."

That got your blood pumping. Calling them whores...okay, maybe some of the spies DEFINITELY qualify for that title given their skills, but not ALL of them are whores. "They are NOT whores!" You once more try to defend.

"Oh, right...I forgo,t thanks for reminding me of the fact that it's YOU who is a fucking whore. Are they the ones paying for it, right? I almost forgot that my worthless and most shameful child is a goddamn gigolo," he rumbled, correcting himself. "Here I was calling them whores...correction MANWHOREMONGERS. Happy now? Oh, what am I even asking such a stupid question. Of COURSE, you're happy being a fucking manwhore. Not a place or a woman you can spare your services, right? After all, how could ANY woman on earth resist the temptation of a superhuman gigolo 'servicing' her? Her being married or having a family...who even CARES? Right? Homewrecking and cuckolding. After all, it's the end of the world, and they surely won't mind, right? Assuming the thought ever crossed your mind. Which I honestly doubt, then again, why WOULD it when you have a harem to hide behind, right?"

Rolled 22 (1d100)

>>6384348
Oh, right, you don't actually have the BALLS or ability to handle a harem...so whose harem is it really at that point? Definitely not yours, that is for certain. If it were ME who had raised you...you never would have become such a worthless piece of shit. A boy who refuses to grow up and REFUSES to be a man. Instead of being a fuckboy who cries to whichever woman is his 'mommy', right? After all that 'fiancee' of yours sure as shit ain't gonna be your wife but your future mommy instead, right? After all, it's DEFINITELY not gonna be YOU wearing the fucking pants, much less being the man of the house. Instead, that mess falls upon my poor grandsons stuck cleaning up the fucking mess left behind by their father."

"...I am a man-" You begin before he interrupts.

"In what way have you EVER acted like a man in your miserable life? I had briefly got my hopes up when you fetched those pregnant ghouls...but then you immediately fucked off, right? No, you are a boy in a man's body. Women are just a 'toy' of yours to play around with and abandon when you grow bored until you want to 'play' again. They tolerate it because WHERE are they going to fuck a superhuman to stud for them? Much less be their boytoy. Enabling you to...never grow up. To never care about anything else but whatever you find to 'play' with, right? Oh, that's right, WE KNOW ABOUT THOSE 'EXPERIMENTS' of yours. Such a fun new 'game' to play, right? Even that fucking abomination enables you. Giving up on adding your childish head to its collection. No doubt because even if it CANNOT stand your childishness, right?"

>Many Heads Relationship check passed

"DOCTOR Many Heads of ABYSS is NOT like that," you firmly argue. "He took me in when NOBODY else would and even TAUGHT me everything I could never even DREAM of. Despite having access to the university curriculum. Not only that, Many Heads ALWAYS supported me and had my back no matter WHAT! Acted like a FATHER and even a best friend to me! Far more than just a mentor or a boss."

"...YOU...YOU...CHILDISHNESS IS UNBELIEVABLE! You do NOT have the right to hide behind a shield of 'innocence', you KNEW what Many Heads was doing. You KNEW what it was planning. You even PARTICIPATED! Not just in your own 'experiments'. You DARE claim Many Heads that fucking MONSTER was a FATHER to you? Even a FRIEND! That fucking abomination never cared about you! To it, you are just a TOOL. A disposable employee."

>Many Heads Relationship check failed

"No...no that isn't true at all," shaking your head in denial. "I KNOW we are friends. BFFs, even I so naturally helped him out just as he helped me out. Supported him just as he supported ME. Just as friends do-"

"That isn't what friendship even is, much less being a father figure," he once again interrupts, this time more saddened and disappointed than angry. "To Many Heads you are nothing more than a tool and at BEST a student. Did you really think you were SPECIAL to Many Heads?"

"..."

Rolled 88 (1d100)

>>6384351
"I thought so." He sighs. "Luckily, it isn't too late to...correct your behavior and teach you what a man truly is. Albeit I'm crunched for time, given your...impending fatherhood. Normally, this would take years to cram into your skull, but I'll be damned if I let you be a worthless father and a deadbeat to your children. Even I didn't do that despite being caught in the middle of a warzone the whole time. I certainly had PLENTY of good excuses to be a deadbeat, but I NEVER did, no matter how difficult. Do you know why that is?"

"..."

"Figures as much." He grunts in disappointment and shame. "This is definitely gonna be more for my grandchildren at this point." He sighs. "Now you little WITCH! Don't think I missed what you TRIED to do with my head. You're pretty good, I'll give you that much, but I've seen far stronger and more skilled. Even if you DO have the talent for it, apparently." He grumbled barely admitting. Pointing at a corner...out stumbled your fiancée, who was clearly pushed from behind by your big sister, no doubt. She was unsurprisingly trembling before his now reddened 'gaze'. "...Ah, yes YOU. Normally, I would kill you, hell, I SHOULD kill you, but alas, you're carrying my grandchildren in your belly right now. Always next time, right?"

"H-h-he...he is MY responsibility," she stutters aloud in terror, facing your father, shaking like a leaf in the wind. "MINE. Not YOURS. Especially not HERS!" She suddenly gets the guts to shriek, pointing at a figure lurking behind your father."

"Oh, really now? Is that the best you've got? Awfully gutsy of you to 'poach' one of my own sons despite him being 'underage' right?" He points out her obvious flinching. "That's right, I KNOW. Of course, in the apocalypse that no longer matters...but then why did you go through SO much trouble getting the legal paperwork all settled on? Emancipation. Custodial. Engagement. Marriage. Why did you even have the fucking gall to try and push out the two most important women in his life...and replace them with YOURSELF. Even going so far as to mindrape him to do so to try and make it 'stick'. Apparently, having him kissing your ass and lick your slutty pussy while wrapped around your finger...completely under your control just wasn't good enough?"

That has her back to trembling. "I...I NEVER-"

"Right, you had your best friend get gangraped in front of you over and over again, instead, right? After al,l better HER than YOU right? Never mind, however many other women and girls you sacrificed instead of yourself. After all, they don't matter. Not even your BFF, right?" He taunts you could see how the blood utterly drained from her face. Even her lips were turning blue and her eyes were teary. Yet he plows right on through. "That's right, I know ALL about what you did, you little harlot. I KNOW your kind all too well after all. Couldn't stomach the idea of submitting to a man, much less having one you COULDN'T control."

>>6384360
"I'll admit even by MY incredibly fucked up standards...you are a REAL piece of fucking work. I honestly have no idea how they fucked up so badly 'making' you. Much less failing to realize what you truly 'are'. Tell me just how many times did you let your BFF get raped huh?"

"I-I-I would NEVER-"

"TELL ME!" He roared demanding an answer. "Did you REALLY think I fucking believe for a second her 'self sacrifices' was TRULY her idea? After all, with YOUR 'GIFT', you could have prevented right? SO WHY DID YOU? You must have really and truly 'loved' the show, yeah? Some friend you all...and to think that whole time. She foolishly believed to this day that YOU are the one who saved HER. Who 'protected' her when the truth is all she ever was is another meatshield, right? Mighty strong one, though I'll admit. Goddamn is that woman one extremely tough bitch. Just how many times did she fight to the bitter end, only to get gangraped how many times by rioting hordes of men?"

This time she was truly in tears and crying.

"Oh, please don't expect me to fall for that. It might work on that worthless son of mine, but I KNOW better."

"I...I...I...I couldn't CONTROL it that well, okay? I...I...I didn't KNOW about the backlash," She babbled in between her weeping and hiccups from crying so hard.

"What a fucking coincidence you STILL didn't know about it after the escape and backlash. Not to mention making sure there was always some other poor girl to sacrifice whenever YOUR beauty finally proved to be so...overwhelming. Why were they SO goddamn horny that any other girl, no matter how UGLY or DISFIGURED, they would mistake for YOU, huh? What a fucking coincidence that ALWAYS happened, right? Especially when you felt that you or they were about...to...lose...control, right? Tell me exactly how many times your father and her father tagteam your bff? How many brothers and neighbors joined in?"

This time, she didn't even try to defend herself anymore. Just a weeping wreck.

"Funny you somehow STILL think that will work on me...oh right, my son here is. You don't want him thinking TOO badly about you, right? Oh please. You have that gigolo pussy whipped so hard he wouldn't take his balls back if you begged him on your hands and knees, sucking his dick. What a fucking hypocrite you are. Such a 'female supremicist', but it was immediately your 'fellow' women and girls you threw under the bus first. Claiming to be a 'manhater' due to your 'experiences' when YOU made DAMN sure there was always some other girl's hole to sacrifice instead that you could enjoy the show of her losing her innocence. Honestly, if it were just you being so domineering and truly 'protective', I wouldn't have such an issue with you, but I KNOW about your past that you love pretending doesn't exist, and you damn well know your BFF is far too traumatized to ever bring up for her entire life. You thought it would stay a 'secret' with what happened in that particular sunken city, right?"

>>6384362
"I'm curious what WAS the exact story you spun for my boy, hm? How DID you escape the hell that was a collapsing sunken city or manage to successfully flee so far away? After all, you knew he wasn't about to go back and check if your story was true, right? Honestly, I would prefer it if you were just another lousy bioweapon instead of what they called it...'the next step of humanity' or some shit like that? They sure tried so hard to create next generation humanity and failing miserably. Hell, I doubt they are ever going to stop."

"mo-mon-monst-monster... you're such a goddamn monster," she hiccups and stutters as she keeps weeping.

"Not nearly as much as you, sweetheart'. I NEVER sacrificed the innocent. Much less for my own benefit. Why, I even adopted the most innocent of them all and raised them as my own children...even if they did want to kill me for murdering their family or destroying their home. Fair enough after all. Yet I still did my very best to prepare them for this fucked up world, even if they weren't related to me by blood. Despite the literal apocalypse, I am very confident in their wellbeing AND so damned proud of them. Now compare that to YOU and what YOU did...or should I say, still doing. Tell me what you did to mollify the 'men'? What happened to those weaker women? But who cares? Those men wanted pussy and those women were worthless anyway, right? Shit, you even somehow convinced the strong women to go along with it. After all, it's not THEM who are getting whored out against their will, right? Assuming you even left them with any left. Which, given your methods..."

"...They were braindead and toast anyway," she struggles to get her uncontrollable weeping under control as she 'fiercely' stares back at your father. Even though her teary eyes ruin it. You wished you could comfort her...but your father's grip made it very clear that was NEVER going to happen.

"Right, because they are all like a bunch of lobotomized 'zombies', right? I mean, surely you would NEVER...find a way to repurpose those 'worthless' holes, right? After all, you only needed those wombs, right? A real shame for them to go to waste...and while you were all at it, why not use them to 'reward' the men, right? After all its not like all those elitist bitches would 'stoop' to fucking an 'inferior' man, right? So CLEARLY somebody...else had to do it right?"

>>6384372
She went REAL fucking quiet. You realized she wasn't even weeping anymore. As if something...snapped inside her. She looked down with shame, but then raised her head to reveal a fury and rage in her eyes that you have ever seen before. She responded.

"Did you know they FORCED me to watch?" She begins staring right at you. "After my 'family so 'graciously' volunteered their own CHILDREN for the project in exchange for a handsome sum? Most of us died. Only my little brother and I survived. I had to watch as my brothers and sisters were experimented on and...toyed with until they died. I was forced to watch the same happen over and over again. With neighbors. Classmates. Whoever else they could find. You see, they thought it HILARIOUS to make us watch. Some of us got mindwiped afterward, while the others got remembered as part of some sick 'experiment'. My mind, though...well, they THOUGHT I forgot...But I didn't. I NEVER did. Yet I pretend and act otherwise. I had to...I had to be OKAY. I had to do SOMETHING so they could forget. Even temporarily. They even made me 'FORGET' how they fucking MURDERED, TORTURED, AND RAPED my goddamn family to death! Even my own little brother FORGOT they ever 'existed'. He believed it was just us two...But I knew better and I was forced to pretend otherwise growing up. I was forced to watch as all the other girls were either 'disposed' of or made into the perfect 'products'. They even had the fucking buyers convinced that they somehow 'kept' the virginity of those girls and their 'purity' while making sure they were...trained to be the best fucks they ever had. Care to guess HOW they did that?"

"You even had special SHOWCASES where they would leave the best for last...who was yours truly. Of course, for fun, they just had to make sure all the rooms we were in were transparent and the sound followed through. So we could hear as they fucking raped the girls and moved on. Making sure we KNEW what was coming. The worst part was the new girls. They had no idea what was coming...as for 'us' mindwiped' girls, our bodies had already been through it before and were treated. So it wasn't quite as 'bad' for us. I can never forget how the more 'experienced' girls would try to comfort and protect us...despite knowing and remembering what was going to happen. The others would get scared, but me...I REMEMBERED but I knew they at least had to FEEL like they could do something to help. So I would play along. Make it feel like they made a difference...even helped lie to the other girls. Over and over again."

"Don't even get me started on the fucking 'lessons'. See, they had the 'medicine' and mind treatments to 'fix' any damage they left behind. They knew what their customers wanted. So they didn't mind rough and hard lessons. Made us 'better' that way. I, however, was a 'special' product, so I got the VIP treatment. Couldn't they risk their most valuable 'product' breaking after all, right?"

>>6384374
"Yet they somehow had to make sure I learned 'correctly,' right? After all, forcing me to 'watch and learn' could only do so much, right? So clearly watching wasn't enough...so they decided I should 'help' them with the other girls. After all, wouldn't I learn SO much from it? Seeing someone who could mindbreak THEM instead use it to control other girls into their perfect little fucktoys...wouldn't that be 'amazing'?" She turns back towards your father and glares right at him with an overwhelming amount of hatred and vitriol.

"You forgot to mention something SUPER important detail! My ability doesn't fucking WORK on MACHINES! You think they weren't recording us the entire GODDAMN TIME? You think they wouldn't IMMEDIATELY fucking notice? You think I did NOTHING to save my best friend? HOW THE FUCK DID YOU THINK A 'FAILED PRODUCT' LIKE HER WASN'T LIQUIDATED, HUH? The mentats could only do so fucking much and her attractiveness went to utter SHIT after they did to her. She used to be a cute girly girl who was my best friend who had a crush on my brother...but when they were done, they turned her into THAT wretched thing. She couldn't even remember WHICH brother it was, so her crush switched over to my little brother...I never had the heart to correct her. Even with the mentats I slipped her, it wasn't enough to boost her mental scores even to pass the 'exams'. Her physical was fucking PERFECT, but that wasn't enough for those sickos. Instead, they figured she made PERFECT bioweapon material, right?"

"THAT'S RIGHT, I'M THE ONE WHO TURNED MY FRIEND WHO I WANTED TO BE MY SISTER-IN-LAW INTO A FUCKING JUNKIE! Guess what? Thanks to those lower scores, that meant those with lower scores went first...you wanna know WHY she lasted so long? WHY she could holdout so fucking long getting gangraped nonstop? It's simple because she KNEW that the LONGER she could hold on, the LESS the rest of us would be raped! Why, if she TRIED hard enough, some of us could be completely spared even! The bosses even caught onto it, but they went along with it? Why the CHALLENGE of course! IF you couldn't marathon your way through, then of COURSE you could no longer sample the best products? Imagine how much the buyers reacted to that kind of 'fun'? So, of course, they gave her 'special' treatment over delaying or ruining their fun...the 'funny' thing about all those fucking CHEMS she was taking? Why did they interfere in the 'mindwiping'...so yeah, she fucking REMEMBERED. Used the goddamn chems to forget and cope but also to prevent being sold off and turned into a goddamn bioweapon!"

>>6384385
"Of course, even with her chem usage, and STILL wasn't enough to pass all their goddamn tests. After all, I cared about my best friend forever, right? So I helped her cheat, but back then I didn't KNOW that they had a goddamn automated system watching us all at all times. I grew...overconfident. I thought they didn't know about the little mindtricks I was playing. Of course, I didn't know about the backlash from my lack of finesse and buildup...so naturally, when we cheated, we got caught. Of course, those pricks couldn't stand I was a prized VIP toy they could never even dream of touching, right? So, guess what happened when they had the 'proof' of us cheating, huh? Just 'imagine' what would happen if those recordings got reported up the chain, right...here they had a girl whom they could blackmail into it, right? Of course, they couldn't go TOO far with it...couldn't leave evidence behind of their misdeeds, right? Lest they ruin the 'product'. But they sure as FUCK had fun with everything else! After all, should I refuse...guess what would happen to us both?"

"...To this day I-I fucking HATE the taste of cock. They would have raped my ass, too, if they thought they could get away with it. So instead, they settled on using my mouth as their favorite hole and the rest of my body. Thanks to them, I didn't realize who was truly covering for us the whole time...I thought it was them. A part of their goddamn blackmail so they could rape me whenever they want. I even thought my little brother betrayed us when he JOINED them. He was so smart...and turned out to learn how to lie from me too," this time she started to break down in tears once more.

"SO yeah, I used my fucking POWERS. I had no goddamn CHOICE! They even thought it was HILARIOUS and a great means of 'training' to force me to connect to whoever they were fucking raping. Considered it the best de facto hands on learning experience without 'ruining the product' after all. Couldn't ask for anything better...from the clueless to the experienced. I learned EVERYTHING because I was forced to FEEL everything! I didn't find out the fucking truth until the very end when all those goddamn cunts decided it would be 'FUN' to 'warm me up' during the final auction. Turned out all those goddamn bitches were 'jealous' at how beautiful I was and how little their own men paid attention to them...so they decided to teach me a 'lesson' as a 'warmup' for when their lovers showed up to finish the fucking job. I honestly thought that we were screwed at that point. Nothing would save us...but then the security measures unlocked. Despite being gangraped the entire time and was the last girl hanging on for dear life before it was my turn. She STILL had the strength to fucking berserk and murder them all now that she wasn't being restrained and 'oopsie' all the tranqs didn't work on her anymore...tee fucking HEE. So she murdered them all with her bare fucking hands."

>>6384387
"She even caught all those bitches who enjoyed raping and torturing me before picking me up and escaping. I thought it was strange how strange it was. The last auction was pushed forward out of nowhere and there wasn't any security around. Only when we 'escaped from hell' that I found out the horrible truth. Riots. The bombs. We thought we escaped...but we only replaced one hell with another. Most of the others...couldn't handle it. We tried to run. When we got caught, she fought like hell, but did you really think that would stop them? We had to fucking hide. I had to do my best to make sure they wouldn't look around when they were finished gangraping her and find the rest of us. All the while praying that my BBF was tough enough to survive and they wouldn't double-tap her. Yet it STILL wasn't enough. The city was under lockdown. We weren't the only ones who escaped. Things...MUCH worse than us got out too! Those things...well, they weren't harmless like us."

"We did our best to survive...but it was fucking hellish. Even made us WISH we were back inside. Sure, we would get raped, tortured, murdered, and even experimented upon. But at least we were 'safe' and more importantly had a full belly and access to medicine. I thought it was pure blind luck that we finally made it to the edge of the city...to the fucking rails that could allow us to escape, but oh OF COURSE IT WAS UNDER LOCKDOWN! A dead fucking end...until my little brother showed up to save us. If it wasn't for my powers and no longer being distracted or sedated i wouldn't know, but...by that point, he got sloppy, and I was STRONG. I saw the truth in his mind even as he hacked the station for us and got us. Even though by that poin,t only the two survived."

"...My dear little brother figured it out a long time ago. He was secretly 'curating' the records and tapes. Made it so my little stunts went without notice. He 'joined' them so he could gain better access. The security going down? That was him. The tampered recordings and records? That was him. The security forces and coincidental supply drops as we fled into city and should have died? That was him. The fucking BLACKMAIL? Most of it didn't actually exist because he covered it up. What he couldn't fix was the paperwork or the threats. I fell for those fucks because I knew it was true. He secretly followed us until the end...made sure we got out. He didn't plan to tell us a damned thing about what he did. I...I HATED my little brother for his 'betrayal'. I believed he was just like those sickos. Yet he never even ONCE tried to defend himself. NOT ONCE."

>>6384394
"As we escaped...he had to stay behind to reintialize the lockdown to keep the rest of those 'things' trapped down there. I had to watch, unable to apologize to him for EVERYTHING he secretly did to protect us. I couldn't even apologize...I had to lie to my best friend. That he didn't love her back. I knew the little shit always had a crush on her...I just thought since he joined them and after what happened to her...well, he stopped caring. He NEVER did. She...she STILL hates him. Even though he secretly tampered with the records to make sure her first time was with the man she loved instead of those sickos. So that 'betrayal'...hit her hard. REALLY fucking hard. After all, they were 'in love', you know? How could I explain to her...everything that he did to protect her? To protect US? But we couldn't know the truth...and he had to earn their 'trust' to gain access to what was required."

"...That was the last time I saw him. Surrounded by an incoming horde of monsters and rioters. As they all thought they could escape. They saw that chance...that he took away."

"So you sick fuck, you wanna know WHY I kept it from him, huh? Because, unlike YOU, I KNOW how he thinks and what goes on inside his head! I wanted to PROTECT him. YOU...YOU want to take that away from him! YOU think his childishness or purity, even innocence, is a bad thing? YOU FUCKER, WHAT DID YOU THINK WE ALL FOUND SO ATTRACTIVE ABOUT HIM, HUH? ESPECIALLY NOW? Did you REALLY think it was just his goddamn body we found irresistible? For fucks sake, why the FUCK would a bunch of badass bitches need a MAN to challenge them or boss them around? Much less to take 'charge'?"

"Did you REALLY fucking think we wanted him to be like all the rest of those 'men'? That somehow scumbags like YOU are better? That we cannot take CARE of ourselves or gods forbid, need a goddamn man to take responsibility for us? Do you think we are that fucking WEAK? That we need a man's PROTECTION? If that was ALL we wanted from him, why not just take his balls and lock him up in a sex dungeon, huh? Why bother letting him wander around outside and do anything else?"

"It's not HIM that is the problem, it is YOU!" She finally finishes ranting, panting with exertion.

In response...your father simply starts clapping. Loudly. "You are wrong about me not knowing by the way. I knew...but it was the only way to get you riled up enough to be honest." He admits.

"...What?"

"You want a marriage with my son, right? Without being honest with each other, the relationship would never survive. Unlike you, he has no way of knowing what's going on inside your head, right? You have to tell him."

"YOU...YOU HAVE NO RIGHT-"

"I do. I NEVER approved of it, right? Wh,y with my parental rights, I could block your marriage for YEARS if I so desired."

"...So you wanted to lure me out, huh?"

Rolled 78 (1d100)

>>6384416
"Honestly, I thought about dragging all those other femme fatales into this too...but you're the one who is 'in charge' apparently and knowing my son's taste, even if I did challenge them, he would ensure they wouldn't ever worry about running out of reinforcements. So frankly, even if it was possible to fight you all, eventually you'll just grind me down," Big Daddy honestly admits with a simple shrug. "However, girl...you are clearly far too clueless about relationships and what this apocalyptic world is truly capable of. No matter how hard you try, you all simply can't be there forever to protect him just in time, right? Even if you all are okay with it...what about your children, huh? What kind of message are you sending them? What lessons are you teaching them with your relationship dynamic? Can you guarantee that they'll be just like you and fine with it?"

"..."

"I thought so," he nods. "No doubt you girls find his...innocence, trust, and dependence most nourishing and refreshing, right? ESPECIALLY now. Is it good for him to remain that way? Can you REALLY keep him safe? What impact will it have on your children? Or are you all more than happy just thinking solely with your vaginas?"

"So you want to RUIN him? For fucks sake he doesn't even have the mental capacity or ability to do what you seek. It's impossible."

"Yet before this...he did just fine on his own right? He just fucking hated it because it got in the way, right? So it's not that he cannot...but that he simply prefers not to. That is something you all much prefer because it makes him easy to control and handle. No struggling with a real man. Just an innocent boy refusing to grow up, craving his 'mommy' that he wants to forever depend on for life. To be frank, though, it's not that I am strictly AGAINST you being control...but you need to EARN it. If he were a grown man that you beat into submission, that would be entirely different. Far enough after all because he lost. So I wouldn't have a problem with that whatsoever. But to purposefully keep coddling him and making sure he doesn't grow up? That, on the other hand, I DO have a big problem with."

"There is no way we are going to let you ruin him." She hisses at him.

"There is no way I'm going to let you keep him as a manchild." He calmly states.

"..."

"..."

The silence...was the silence before the storm. You could feel how stiff and choking the air was. Waiting for it to violently snap, unleashing the storm.

"I see that we are at an impasse. One that I assure you isn't going to end in your favor. YOU admitted it yourself. We WILL win." Your fiancée finally gloats.

"If you try...I'll simply kill him," he once more calmly threatens, picking you up by your neck with ease. Even as you try to fight back and fail miserably.

"Bullshit, I know you're bluffing, he's your SON."

"Not anymore, he isn't." He calmly replies, slowly tightening his grip, preparing to snap your neck.

"YOU-"

"Try me."

Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>6384423
As your vision dimmed from choking, you saw a familiar mirage begin to move. That somehow placed itself behind your father and, with her invisible blade aimed directly at the joint in his armour and gauntlet, was preparing to sever it to free you. It clearly wasn't the only countermeasure in place, as you noticed turrets popping out, preparing to open fire.

Yet before it could blow up entirely, your big sister once more popped into existence between them. This time, despite her trembling, she had her hands on his gauntlet, stopping him from snapping your neck like a twig, and shouted 'ENOUGH."

"STAY OUT OF THIS," both roared at her in unison.

"NO. YOU IDIOTS FORGOT TO ASK THE MOST IMPORTANT PERSON IN THIS ENTIRE DEBACLE! So why the FUCK did you forget to ask my little brother when it's HIS problem?" She admonishes them both, regaining her spine at long last as she stops trembling in fear and glaring a reprisal at them both.

"..."

"..."

You could FEEL embarrassment even radiate off the superspy who very sneakily sheathes her blade and tries very hard to pretend nothing happened and that she isn't there...much less how mutually embarrassed and humiliated both parties are at her admonishment, but...they both backed down. Turrets went back up, and your father placed you back down. You choked for a while trying to catch your breath. Giving you time to think of a response...

What do?
>Man up
>Fiancee
>Big Sis
>Escape
>Other?