Ten years ago, Earth was invaded by an alien race now known as "Arume". They arrived abruptly and crushed humanity just as quickly, before releasing a series of bioengineered lifeforms on earth in order to prepare it for colonisation, throwing Earth's population into anarchy... A decade has passed since then, and life has returned to something vaguely resembling normalcy for humanity, or what little of it remains. Forced to flee to inhospitable areas to keep away from the ever expanding alien ecosystem and whatever foul creatures live in it, humanity is now reduced to living in gigantic city-states built on and under mountains. However, the Arume are on the move again, dispatching massive armies of vat-grown soldiers, genetically altered to breathe earth's atmosphere, and releasing deadlier bioengineered creatures into earth for reasons unknown.
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Last thread, you had just headed out of your home looking for the kitteh. You found it shortly after, standing on the roof of a nearby house and looking mildly depressed. Prolly because you left it no salmon.
>Crouch down and hold a hand out towards the floor to lure it down "Nyaaa, Nyaaa~"
Julian Nelson
>WAKE UP
Luke Young
i wake up grab my sword see op in the street being the el monkey faggot he is and then i kill him and fuck his mom
Christian Cooper
23 You try and call the depressed kitty down, meowing at it. It gets spooked and backs away, but doesn't leave yet.
Last thread, you'd just arrived to collect your payment from the fat fuck when one of the men got down and began threatening the guy to pay them extra. He yelled about the job being way more dangerous than it should've been and a fucking overgrown lizard chewing one of you to a bloody pulp.
The NUBIANS rise up and rape you to death, then the Copts come and finish the job. And your internet gets cut off.
Jeremiah Allen
>stand by and watch. Get some popcorn if there’s any nearby
57 Your insistent mewling finally seems to get through to the little furball, and it slowly creeps closer. It finally comes to a stop in front of you. It still looks sad.
19 No popcorn for you. The man's autistic REEEEing is quelled swiftly enough after the fat fuck finally manages to understand the angry gibberish he's spouting. He delivers thrice as much payment as he was originally going to, then asks a question to the group "One of you is going to have to tell me exactly what happened. Who's it going to be?"
Isaac Flores
“If you’re going to pay him extra, you pay us extra as well. Ain’t that right boys?” >staaaaaare
>Give it a scratch behind the ears "Awww, what's wrong-nya~?"
Luis Myers
"I know, Jesus, I can't fucking pay you if you don't get out of the car" The fat fuck gets rather obviously unnerved as the men echo your words and also demand extra payment Soon after, he hands you all the money and pulls you to the side "You seem calmer than the rest of the men. Tell me, what the hell happened in there?"
23 You scratch the kitteh for a bit right where its ears meet its head. It doesn't look like it appreciates the gesture, but it doesn't run away.
Aiden Johnson
>Pick it up and plop it on my head >Wander through the slums
Nolan Williams
74 You place the cat on top of your head, and it doesn't make a fuzz about it like one would expect it to. Instead it lays there quiet and still, though it occassionally bats softly at your ears. You can't see it, but it's no longer as depressed.
“Much more than we signed up for. A giant lizard killed one of our me and was going to kill us as well. Luckily I had the tools to stop it, if not we would’ve all died.” >take my money and walk back home while this song plays in the background youtu.be/KGD2N5hJ2e0
>Humm a little tune as I walk >Stroke the cat a bit to comfort it
Thomas Turner
34 "Well, shit. I can see why you wanted the extra payment then" You begin making your way back home (In slow motion, I assume), but you're interrupted by the van sounding its horn and one of the men speaking to you "Want a lift, or are ya walking there?"
69 The kitty begins softly purring as you run your hand over it. You beggin humming as you make your way through the slums, finding an alleyway where the voice of an old man can be heard. You can't make out what he's saying yet.
Dominic Rodriguez
“I’m fine thanks. I’ll walk the rest of the way” >keep walking epicly with the song in the background
Adam Wilson
>Stay away from the creepy old man in the alleyway and find a nice soft spot to take a seat >Put the cat on my lap and begin petting it "Mmmm, who's a good kitty-nya~?" >Wait for a fated encounter
Josiah Young
>Shoot at the ambulance people with the new weapon i got from the crate ''GET OFF ME''
Nolan Wright
You head back home on foot, making your way through the badly mistreated, bleak streets that make up the slums before finally reaching the area near the old man's ayy tech shop. You spot a girl with dyed hair, a cat on her lap and... Cat ears? Sitting down on the grass nearby.
You sit down on a blanket of soft grass that's somehow managed to grow in the sterile ground of the slums. The kitty cat purrs loudly. You spot a man with a suit and a hat walking down the road.
83 You fire your weapon at them, not knowing what to expect. A wide area in front of you is suddenly charred and partially melted, the paramedics are screaming in pain as they struggle to ignore the pain of their badly seared flesh. The weapon is heating up really fucking quickly in your hands.
Lucas Bennett
>“This place gets weirder and weirder...” “This is not a place for children to play.. go on home...”
Levi Green
>Pretend I didn't hear that "Hmm? Did you say something-nya?"
“I said...” >kneel down and try to look mean “This place isn’t for children.. go home. This place is filled with all types of bad men. You don’t wanna know what they’ll do to small girls like you.”
"Nyehehe... I'd like to see them try." >Place the cat back on my head and stand up "Nyow, is there something I can help you with?"
Alexander Brooks
>GRAB MY OLD WEAPONS >JUMP FROM THE AMBULANCE >THROW THE WEAPON 5 FEET INFRONT OF ME TO SEE IF ANYTHING HAPPENS
Jaxon Cruz
You jump off the ambulance while it's still running, but don't manage to get all of your weapons. The sniper is left behind. You throw the ayy weapon away, and nothing happens to it.
Jack Nelson
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you. Where’s your parents?”
Parker Bell
"I nyever knew them, so probably dead." >Pop a slight smirk "What about yours, little boy?"
Camden Fisher
>Grab it again >Open the briefcase and see how many are left
Jack Mitchell
>staaaaaaaaaare “How sad... you’ll be pimped, waiting for work on a street corner in no time.” >continue on home “Enjoy your youth while you can. And start saving up to get out of this place.”
92 The gun seems to have cooled down a bit, and the cylinder within is still glowing. There are five other cylinders in the briefcase.
Angel Robinson
"I wasn't supposed to enjoy this life I've been given... But I guess I'll give it my best shot-nya."
>Follow this guy
Jace Scott
>Load one cylinder >Get the briefcase and look for a car i could use
Kevin Collins
>cryingnegro.jpe “Maybe I can help and you won’t have to work on the street corner. What if I told you I’m putting a team?” >stare.jpe
David Powell
91 You arrive at your home with no further issues, taking only a short while to navigate throughout the permanently darkened subterranean streets that make up the slums. Upon reaching your home, you hear a FUCKING seagull giving you a shriek of approval in the distance.
91>71 You try to follow the classy motherfucker throughout the slums' cramped streets and passages. You lag behind, though you don't lose sight of him completely. You also hear the fucking seagull's mocking shriek off in the distance.
86 You load one of the glowy cylinders of doom into the gun and make sure to grab the briefcase, then head out looking for a car. You find a car in perfect condition, still turned on. The owner is standing off to the side, unarmed.
Cooper Williams
"Hmmm? What kind of team and what qualifications would I nyeed?" >Smile "And would it be fun? Nyehehe."
Kevin Richardson
>Use my catlike agility to dodge through the crowds and keep up with him
Brayden Hill
>dude FUCK seagulls “It’s work. Work can be fun sometimes depending on what you like. All i need is someone trustworthy at the moment, you’ll learn the rest with experience since you’re still young. You in?”
Ian Allen
>Point the p90 at him ''Get lost'' >If he doesn't shoot at the air and wait for him to leave >If he tries to attack me shoot him in the leg >Get in the car and drive off this city
Jaxon Price
"Nyeah, I've got nothing better to do. Have you got a place to stay-nya?"
William Campbell
“Yeah.. I haven’t got much money to pay you. So you can stay as part of your pay cheque.” >go inside my shitty apartment “Make your self at home.”
Lucas Hall
"Alright. I'm sure this 'experience' you speak of will be priceless..." >Follow him in and take a look around, setting the cat down on a soft spot for it to rest
Grayson James
85 You successfully weave through the crowds and catch up to the man. Now you're walking right beside him, at about the same pace. His house is in sight already.
The seagull squawks again in the distance. You get the feeling it said "rude"
69 You threaten the fucker with your P90 He runs away like a faggot, reaching for his phone in order to call the police as he runs meanwhile, you begin heading off to the gates of the city. You can see the toxic, alien wilderness that now covers the landscape from afar.
You go into your apartment. It's a bigger mess than before, and there's a bigass rat digging through it.
8 You drive out of the gates and into the foul-smelling forest that surrounds the city. You advance for a while with no incidents, but soon afterwards you find an area with a bunch of fallen trees, a chunk of metal that was probably a van at some point, and blood and ichor spilled everywhere. The road is blocked, you can't go on by car.
65 You chuck the closest item, a FUCKING CHAIR, and chuck it at the rat. It seems to be dead, or at the very least unconscious. Your kitteh (give it a name btw) hopped off the place he was resting in to go inspect the corpse.
Brayden Sanders
>shrug in the distance “You’ll get used to it.” >stomp on the fooking rat if she doesn’t kill it.
Wyatt Phillips
>TURN BACK AND GET THE FUCK OUT OF THERE >Drive back into the city
Liam Foster
>shrug in the distance “You’ll get used to it.” >get some water since I don’t have tea or coffee and serve it. Then take a seat somewhere “You carry any weapons on you?”
Jose Young
Does the arume still turn people into girls
Adam Johnson
>Let the cat play with the corpse >If it's still alive, then leave it for the cat to kill, they're good at that sort of thing >pull out my gun and show it to the guy "Yeah, this thing, but it's a bit big for me, I wish I had something smaller. I'd carry a knife if I had one, too-nya."
>go get a spare razor hat that I keep around and put it on her head “This thing has razors stitched in it. You can easily cut someone, and it’s well hidden. Also take those ridiculous things off your head.” >point to your ears
Jaxson Thompson
It's entirely possible.
You go pour some water into a couple of glasses, then take a seat at your table.
You turn around and return to the city, quickly leaving the gruesome scene behind. The gates to the city are still open, and you drive through a couple of streets as you advance.
The kitty cat bats at the corpse with one of its paws, only for it to begin shaking again, putting up a futile resistance to the feline harbinger of its doom. In one last act of spiteful defiance, the rat smashes against the cat, staining the little kitteh with filthy rat blood before finally expiring beneath its claws.
Carter Gonzalez
>Look for a bar,any i can find >Sit down and wait for the barman to come
Parker Hernandez
>Take the hat "Huh? They're part of me, I can't take them off..." >Look at the hat "I'll have to cut some holes in it..."
65 You arrive at a nearby bar and get out of your car. You take a seat and the barman arrives soon after. The place looks way fancier than you're used to, and the bartender is probably a faggot. At least it doesn't smell like pall mall and piss.
Eli Gonzalez
“A part of you? What the hell?” >cut some holes in the hat with a kitchen knoife “Are you some kind of new arume or something?”
Asher Nelson
5 You attemp to cut some holes in the hat, but only manage to cut a single long slit across it. You also slice your left index fingernail transversally.
Aaron Williams
>stop the bleeding with a rag and then put some kinda paper around. >try again
Aiden Ward
"Nyeah, something like that... I don't remember much." >Look at him fail to cut the hat "Did you... have a nyame?"
Evan Miller
32 You fail to find anything to stop the bleeding with, and end up cutting a second slit into the hat, parallel to the first.
You see looking for something to stop the blood flowing from his finger, but he gives up soon after and goes back to fucking the hat's shit up.
>Nod and follow him to the door >Also, take the kitchen knife with me, concealing it under my clothes
Landon Reed
''I'd like the strongest stuff you had'' ''So do you have any news around town? know where i can find some work?''
Jason Lewis
>walk to a secluded alleyway “There’s some men over at a bar.” >give the description of the guys that I played blackjack with “I can’t be seen in public with them, so you’ll have to go fetch them so we can meet in private. I’m gonna make them an offer they can’t refuse.”
William Jackson
"Hmmm-nya, his better get fun later on... What should I tell them?"
Adam Fisher
this*
Gabriel Stewart
26 You try to hide the kitchen knife in your clothing. It's still noticeable, and rather irritating against your skin as you walk out with him, getting to a lonely alleyway near the house.
63 You get a glass of strong whisky poured out in front of you "Work around these parts? You could try and sign up to the corps, they're desperate enough for manpower that they're taking in anyone who's willing and can fire a gun"
You lead the little catgirl to a hidden, cramped alleyway near your house and tell her all about the group of people you're going to have fun with. Luckily nobody notices or calls the cops on you for being such a blatant paedo. Pretend Bag.jpg is attached to this post.
Chase Evans
>Wake
Jeremiah Gonzalez
“Just tell them that Thomas has an offer. And lead them here. If you really need to convince them tell them it’s about hook. I’ll wait here for you.”
Chase Adams
>Hand Thomas the knife, I won't need it for this >Then, head over to the bar he told me about, looking for the people who were playing blackjack
Anthony White
"Oooookay!"
Hunter Lopez
26 You open your eyes, but the haze doesn't lift from your mind. Your ears are ringing, your head hurts and the air around you is fucking foul. You're surrounded by purple vegetation that looks almost as if it were writhing by itself, and the wreckage of an airship.
You head into the bar Thomas pointed you towards, the smell of cheap beer, piss and smoke just as prevalent as always. In a nearby table, you see a bunch of depressed faggots that seem to match the description you were given about the people you were supposed to find.
Wyatt Long
>Stroll over to their table all cool like and eye up whoever seems to be the leader of their pack "Hey... You guys know Thomas... nya?"
Lincoln Smith
>practice standing menacingly until they arrive
Ayden Murphy
''the hell?" >go to the wreckage
Tyler Gonzalez
46 You stand around, being mildly intimidating. You get a nervous stare or two from pedestrians, but they mostly ignore you. Menacing-looking people are a common sight here.
99 A scarred man speaks up "Thomas... Ah, that guy who knocked over our cards before! Anythin' he wants from us?"
55 You walk into the remains of the airship, somehow navigating through the labyrinthine corridors of the damned thing with no hassle until you find yourself in a room full of odd-looking weaponry. You also passed by a room full of cells. There could be some survivors there, though it's unlikely.
Daniel Edwards
“Shit...” >head deeper into the alleyway where there’s no pedestrians. Can’t have them seeing th deal.
Benjamin Hernandez
88 You head deeper into the alleyway, achieving MAXIMUM ISOLATION Not a soul is nearby Nobody can see you, or hear you
"Nyeah, he's got an offer he'd like you to hear out... Would you care to follow me-nya?" >Lead them back to Thomas
Justin Myers
>check the room of weapons first
Carson Reyes
23 Nobody moves an inch "I dunno, kitty, the game's gettin' pretty fun now that there's nobody around to knock down our cards... Why should we follow?"
44 You find a vast arrangement of Arume-fabricated weapons. Most of them you can't recognise, and they range from mundane-looking, if blocky, handguns to rifle-sized black and angular contraptions with cylindrical slots in them. There is also a fair amount of taser-looking gay shit.
>Turn around and walk back to the table "Nyehehe... Because..." >Pick one of their cards up "...this will earn you a lot more money..." >Flip it back onto the table
Aaron Russell
''Thanks,How much for a beer?'' >Pay for a beer,drink it,then drive to the department
Michael Russell
98 "Is that so? We're going, just to check it out" The scarred man stands up, and soon after so do the rest of the people sitting at the table. You head out to go find , noticing he's further down the alley than he was when you left.
99 "It's on the house, just this once! Gotta help out an aspiring corps member once in while" You drive to your apartment calmly after chugging your beer down.
Charles Morgan
Up to the department, I meant, excuse my retardedness.
Jaxson Williams
>grab the rifle and a sidearm then continue on towards the cells
Evan Nguyen
>stand there epicly as they arrive
Ayden Walker
"I brought them... Nyow, what's this about?"
Angel Sanchez
79 You get the odd-looking rifle thingy and one of the guns, before heading into the holding cells. Once inside, you notice not everyone in the cells is dead. All of them are heavily scarred in some way or another, though.
30 You stand there while waiting for everyone to get there. You look distinctly unimpressive.
You arrive, the dozen of people who were playing blackjack at the bar following suit. Thomas is there, trying (and failing) to look epic.
