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>>2435591

The plane landed, you got your stuff and got out of there… Shit, you don’t see him anywhere. There is a girl with a sign with your name on it, and she looks faintly familiar. It’s time for you to ask some questions.

“Hello, that’s my name you have there.” You point at the sign.
“Apologizes, my grandfather was unable to come to the airport today. I’ll take you home instead, let’s go, a taxi is waiting for us.” She replies, dryly. She has a pretty stoic look and a piercing gaze, probably still in school. But you feel sorry for whoever gets her mad.
“Hold on a second, you know my name, but I don’t know yours… Also what happened to my Master?” Did she say she was the old man’s granddaughter? So you must have seen her at some point.
“I’m Matilda. My grandfather had an emergency meeting with someone he didn’t disclose.” Matilda replies. That little brat you knew years ago has grown. Damn.
“Matilda? I know you. You used to run around the dojo when you were little, you were this big.” You do a hand gesture showing how small she was.
“I do remember, thanks for taking care of me when I was little.” She’s still the polite little girl you remember her being.
“It’s nothing, we needed to protect the future of the dojo, you know?”
“…” Matilda looks afflicted for some reason. “We should leave the chit-chat for later. Please follow me.”
You two get inside a taxi! Matilda is instructing the poor cabbie exactly how to drive to our destination, she doesn’t want to waste a cent. You really want a hamburger now, maybe you could ask Matilda to make a detour and leave you close to the mystical restaurant that sells the Golden Crusher Burger…

What do you do?

>Ask Matilda if you could get a Burger first.
>Ask Matilda about how she has been doing.
>Ask Matilda about how the city is faring lately.
>Be patient, wait for you get to your destination.
>Write In.

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>>2435594

Votes:

Votes are counted until 20 minutes have passed. This rule doesn't apply to the last reply of the day.
Votes that require a dice roll are counted until 10 minutes have passed.

Dice Mechanic

I use the average (the mean) of the 4 best rolls and success will be determined by the difficulty I specify for the action or prompt. If there are less than 4 rolls I’ll do the math with the ones I have.
Above 50 is a success on a normal roll. Above 60 is a success on a hard roll. The hardest rolls I won’t specify because I find it more fun if I don’t.
We will roll after the voting is done.

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>>2435594
>>Be patient, wait for you get to your destination.

>>2435594
>Ask Matilda if you could get a Burger first.

>>2435594
>Ask Matilda about how the city is faring lately.
>Be patient, wait for you get to your destination.

>>2435594
>Be patient, wait for you get to your destination.
Master taught us that good comes to those who wait. Just watch the scenery outside, see what has changed.

>>2435594
>>Be patient, wait for you get to your destination.

>>2435594 #
>>Be patient, wait for you get to your destination.

>>2435594
>Ask Matilda if you could get a Burger first.

We're on a quest of our own here.

>>2435598
>>Ask Matilda if you could get a Burger first.
>Ask Matilda if you could get a Burger first.

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You decided to be patient and wait to get to your destination, no need to rush anything – it’s not like they close restaurants or something. Besides, Matilda is making this cab go almost at hyper speed. Thank god there are seatbelts…

You arrive at an old modest-looking house, probably the old man’s family has lived there for generations – you don’t imagine yourself living in the same place for more than a year. They practically lived in the dojo before, so you never had a reason to visit this place.

“Please follow me; I’ll show you your room, then I’ll take you to my grandfather’s office. He wants to talk to you.” She says after paying the cabbie.
“Wasn’t he in a meeting?” You wonder, that’s the reason he didn’t come for you himself.
“Probably ended by now.” Matilda shrugs dismissively.
“If you say so.” You'll have to take her word for it. She's never let you down before.

Maybe it’s old, but this place is absolutely immaculate. You should hire whoever is doing the cleaning here. You follow Matilda’s trail, leaving your only suitcase in the guest room; you only brought clothes with you. It’s not like you like the fancy lifestyle. Then the two of you went to the living room, and she told you to wait for her – she’s going to check on the old man. She returns rather quickly.
“My grandfather is ready to receive you. Please follow me.” So stoic! After dealing with lousy people, this is a welcome change.
“Cool.” That was shorter than you expected.

You arrive at the old man’s office; it’s full of documents, paper, and pictures of you and his family… The good old days.
“Hello, Masterson. Good to see you again.” The old man has a cup of tea in hands. He looks smaller than before, though still incredibly fit, considering his age. He stands up and shakes your hand.
“Master, it’s been a while.” Even though you two spoke on the phone just last week.
“Using a telephone is far from the same, my boy.” It’s like he read your mind. “Dear Matilda, could you leave us alone?”
“Yes, Grandfather.” She bows before leaving, did he raise a ninja or a granddaughter? Well, he always treats everyone the same, so it’s no surprise.

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>>2435920

“What brings you back? You said you wanted the high easy life, right? Our troubled Pokyo Lokyo ain’t the place for that, you know?” He says with clear disdain.
“Let’s leave it at homesickness; I’m sorry for troubling you, master.” You never understood Master’s sense of humor – but if he didn’t want to see you, he wouldn’t have invited you.
“So apologetic, it’s good you haven’t changed.” He nods, then smiles a sad-looking smile at you, worn by age. “Pokyo Lokyo is not the same city you once knew, so I wanted to make sure you would get to a safe place properly.”
“I’m not trying to be disrespectful, but I can fend for myself pretty easily, master.”
His expression turns grave at this. “Our city isn’t the same as it was eight years ago, not even the same it was six months ago.”
“Master, did you forget that you trained me?” He trained the most dangerous people in the country! They would need a tank if they want to beat you for good!
“Foolish kid, I’m not going senile yet.” He has that face! He wants to slap you! Even if he maintains his stoic demeanor, you know he’s ready to strike from looking in his eyes. “Anyway, be careful out there, you understand?”

“Alright, Master.” There is no point arguing with him.
“Matilda will help you out today, think of her as your tour guide.” Neat, now you need a tour guide for the place you’re from, fantastic… “Now let’s enjoy a drink together. Of course I remembered your favorite, so I bought some in bulk, haha!” He starts smiling that smile: the smile of old men the world over, looking forward to having a cold one with their closest family and friends! But wait, you don’t want booze yet!

What do you do?

>“I don’t want to be disrespectful, Master, but I really want a burger.” Tell him your main purpose!
>“I’m not in the mood for a drink, but I do have some questions… Like why the city is so dangerous now?” Knowledge is power, after all.
>“I’m not in the mood for a drink, but I do have some questions… Like what happened to the dojo?” Show some concern for the legacy.
>Let’s get a drink! Leave the talk to later!
>Write In.

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>>2435928
>“I don’t want to be disrespectful, Master, but I really want a burger.” Tell him your main purpose!

>>2435928
>“I don’t want to be disrespectful, Master, but I really want a burger.” Tell him your main purpose!

>>2435928
>>Write In.
Invite to a drink AND a burger.

>>2436004
this

>>2435928
>>Let’s get a drink! Leave the talk to later!

>>2436004
This, but be respectful

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“I don’t want to be disrespectful, Master, but I really want a burger.” You tell him your real objective.
“Do not worry, Matilda can cook you one of your liking. I’ll call her immediately.” He acknowledges your request in a manner you don’t see fit.
“No, master. You don’t understand, I want THE burger…!” You close your eyes and remember the flavor.
“You’re referring to that thing…?” He face-palms, realizing what you're getting at. You and the lads always ate one after the last session of the week, every week, a memory that will never leave your mind – like the taste of the burger. What a great hamburger it is. Nothing like it!
“You know, that crispy, tangy and succulent ‘Golden Crusher Burger’; you know nothing can even compare to that delicious treat.” You nod vigorously.
“I do know about it firsthand, but I never understood what you lot found so great about it.”
“Did I tell you about how crispy, tangy and succulent it is?”
“Yes… You did. You always did, and it appears you always will…” Master Spice seems so troubled, but resigned. “I’ll call Matilda, she will guide you to the restaurant.”
“But we can go together!”
“This frail body of mine doesn’t want to leave this property today. Do not worry; we will leave the drinks for later.” He smiles again, almost but not quite a grin, though the feeling is there. “Now, I’ll call Matilda.”
“It’s alright, I know where it is.”
“Please, it’s for your own safety. I insist.”

After calling her granddaughter, she immediately appears. Like she was ready all along like… a ninja again…! You aren’t very creative with your analogies, and as a martial artist, isn’t that kind of shameful?

“Matilda, please take Masterson to the Champagne Bear. You know the restaurant already?”
“Yes, grandfather.” She vows.
“Finally, my burger!” You stand up in pride and joy, trying hard to restrain your emotion.
“Burger?” Matilda stops moving, for some reason. Master, for some reason, seems troubled again. “What burger?”
“Yeah, the most delicious hamburger in the world, the Golden Crusher Burger – no other burger that ever exists compares to this one! I’ll get you one too, it's only fair!”
“No need for that, I can cook you one.” Matilda dismisses you without a beat.
“Please, I just want the very best; you will understand when we get there! I promise!”
“…You haven’t tasted mine yet.” Matilda seems deadly serious. “You will love it, and this I can guarantee.”
“Maybe tomorrow, I—”
“Do you think you can come here to my house, my residence, and disrespect me to my face like this!? My burgers are the very best in the country!” Matilda interrupts you obstinately! She seems awfully passionate about this, and you understand her emotion one-hundred percent. Hamburgers are serious business.

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>>2436232

“Enough, Masterson. You don’t understand the full picture here.” Master steps in smoothly. “Once you left, the Golden Crusher spiked in price, and nobody at the dojo could afford it weekly anymore. That’s when Matilda stepped in and made hamburgers for everyone – and since then, after months of practice, she finally perfected the greatest burger in the world. It’s even healthier than the original, as well as balanced for a proper fighter.” He turns to look at his granddaughter, looking as stern as he usually does, but fails to hide the glint of elderly pride that lies within.
“That’s cute and all, but don’t get offended – the others didn’t know better, they just wanted to make you feel happy. The reality is that yours wasn't anywhere close to the REAL Golden Crusher.”
“You’re telling me all their smiles were lies?!” Matilda's spirit is ablaze unlike anything you've seen of her before! “Grandfather, I want a duel with him, one on one. Right now.”
“Matilda, he’s one of the best students I've ever had in my entire life. It pains me to say this to you, granddaughter, but you stand no chance.” Master tries to calm her granddaughter.
“Woah, who says I’m going to fight anyone here?” She’s jumping the gun here!
“If you don’t accept, I’m not going to take you to your

worthless
coin-eating
two-bit
second-class
waste-of-money
meat-tainting
urine-lemonade-serving
cracked linoleum
greasy-plated
wallet-raping
intestine-decaying
stomach-rotting
dollar-burning
brain-melting
garbage pile of a fast-food establishment."

Matilda flawlessly moves into a fighting stance.


What do you do?!

>Take Matilda in a one-on-one! You will show her the TRUE taste of the Golden Crusher Burger — with your spirit and your fists!
>Turn her down, heart filled with sorrow, and walk to the restaurant by yourself. A true warrior must walk his path of thorns alone, sometimes…
>Concede honorably, and try Matilda’s burger… If she is this determined, this stalwart in her faith and belief in her creation, then who are you to deny her the chef's pleasure?
>Write In.

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>>2436239
>Concede honorably, and try Matilda’s burger… If she is this determined, this stalwart in her faith and belief in her creation, then who are you to deny her the chef's pleasure?

>>2436239
>Concede honorably, and try Matilda’s burger… If she is this determined, this stalwart in her faith and belief in her creation, then who are you to deny her the chef's pleasure?

>>2436239
>Take Matilda in a one-on-one! You will show her the TRUE taste of the Golden Crusher Burger — with your spirit and your fists!
No one insults the perfect burger and gets away with it.

>>2436239
>Concede honorably, and try Matilda’s burger… If she is this determined, this stalwart in her faith and belief in her creation, then who are you to deny her the chef's pleasure?

>>2436239
>>Take Matilda in a one-on-one! You will show her the TRUE taste of the Golden Crusher Burger — with your spirit and your fists!

well shit, i know who matildas going to end up with

>>2436239
>fight buff waifu

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“I didn’t fly across the whole world only to beat up little girls. I’ll eat your hamburger, but I’m going to let you know your family’s name is at stake here, alright? So show me what you've got.” You crack your knuckles, smiling in spite of yourself.
“You’ll end up begging for more, Masterson.”
“One more thing: you insult the Golden Crusher Burger ever again, and I wouldn’t mind destroying a little girl no more – you get me?”
“You won’t care about it anymore after today.” Matilda grins; this family, man…

Before you leave the room after Matilda, you are grabbed by the shoulder by your master, who stares at you with an ‘if you weren’t joking before, I’m personally going to annihilate you’ kind of look. You got the message, but you don’t care; you’re capable of taking him down too. That's not presumption, that's just fact after all these years.

“Not leaving with us?” You ask your master, being his house and all.
“It’s not the time for dinner yet. Besides, I have paperwork to do.” He gestures at his work table, covered in various papers in small, neat arrangements.
“Paperwork…? But I thought you aren’t working at the dojo anymore?”
“Things have changed more than you know, Masterson. Now go. After those fighting words, I don’t expect my granddaughter to wait patiently for you.”
“It’s not like she needs me at the kitchen, but whatever – you always know what to do, master.” You leave the room, following the angry girl.

How can someone be so delicate while looking so angry? You don’t know, but Matilda is expertly cooking what appears to be her ultimate creation. It seems like she has a bit of a shortage of ingredients, like basically pulling the last bits of each succulent looking portion of the burger… Did you say succulent…?! Is her burger possibly as good as the Golden Crusher?! Nonsense!

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>>2436504

“Enjoy it, this is going to be the last one for a while. I can’t waste any money on these quality ingredients anymore.”
“Didn’t you make these weekly?”
“I used to. Now eat before it gets cold.” She’s already angry, let’s not keep digging on this.
“Here I go.” You take a big chunk just like always! Your taste buds are doing their work and you’re experiencing a whole new flavor…! A flavor that, while a good attempt and a solid taste, is no Golden Crusher. “Sorry lass, this doesn’t pass the mark. Good attempt for a kid, I’ll tell you that. I guess your family’s name is safe after all.” You said as you shrug.
“Are you saying it’s not good enough?” Matilda is angry again but also surprised. You can't deny it’s better than what they do overseas, though. No doubt about that.
“Yeah, pretty much.” What else could you say? A lie? If she’s anything like Master, that would only fuel her ire further.
“Are you lying to me? Are you doing this on purpose just to not admit your defeat? I thought my grandfather taught you everything he knew, but even he can make mistakes, as much as I loathe to admit it.” Matilda doesn’t believe a word you just said.

You will need to prove her that you don’t like this burger.

>Throw it in the trash where it belongs. If she tries to retaliate for it, then you'll be prepared.
>Tell her you have no reason to lie, and that she can have it. That should be good enough.
>Tell her to believe what she wants, and leave alone to the restaurant. You held up your end of the bargain.
>Write In.

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>>2436507
>tell her she can have it, and offer to place it in tinfoil and preserve it for later

No need to waste food, that's just RUDE

>>2436507
>Offer to buy her a burger.

>>2436507
>Tell her you have no reason to lie, and that she can have it. That should be good enough.

>>2436519
This

>>2436507
>>Tell her you have no reason to lie, and that she can have it. That should be good enough.

>>2436507
>Tell her you have no reason to lie, and that she can have it. That should be good enough.

>>2436507
Buy a burger, cut in half. Give half to Matilda

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“I have no reason to lie to you, Matilda. Here, you can have it. C'mon, I’m not going to eat it.” You offer the plate almost teasingly. You could have crushed her soul, but she’s still Master’s granddaughter. “I need to save space for the Golden Crusher, after all!” You stand up, stretching, and go to the door.
“…” She takes the knife she previously used and cuts off the part that has your teeth marks. Then she silently eats the burger, watching you.
“Hey lass, you need to take me to the restaurant. I’ll treat ya too.” I guess she wants to eat it before it gets cold, but she has no idea what she'll miss if she continues eating.
“…” She keeps eating, ignoring you.
You just shrug at her stubbornness. “Okay, do what you want.” You sit back where you were. You quietly wait for her to finish.
She finishes then wipes her mouth with the napkin, as if this was a formal dinner and not just a burger. “Let’s go, I’ll take you to your restaurant.” She walks to the door calmly and without looking at you.
“Couldn’t say a word before?"
“You talk with your mouth full? I thought someone taught you manners when you were a child.” She doesn’t seem amused, burning you like that. You were going to defend yourself, but you don’t get on her level. “We’re walking; grandfather didn’t give me money for more taxi rides.”

After telling Master you were leaving, you walked across the streets; this is the Southern District, right? So many things have changed in this little part of the city: everything looks cleaner, the abandoned run-down buildings were reworked into theaters, shops and… well, the dumb park looks like how it always looked.
That’s the Majestic Red Park. You don’t remember why, but for some reason the water turns red at some point, and the trees get a weird gold color to their leaves during the fall, unlike regular brown… It’s kind of cool, but you will never admit it out loud.
You need to get to the western part of the city to find the restaurant. Walking with this awkward girl is… well, awkward. Makes you imagine what your Master was like in his hot-blooded prime, though it’s hard to imagine someone like him was young once.

During your walk, a suspicious looking man in a suit approached you two.
“Have you seen this girl?” He shows you a poster of a crazy looking girl. Damn, bitch must be nuts! Has a weird shiny streak in her hair, almost like a skunk, and looks like the type to stab homeless people on the street for the hell of it. They never looked this shabby, even overseas!
“Sorry, pal.” You respond, shrugging. You just got here, so who knows?
“I don’t know either, sorry.”Matilda dismisses him too, seems she doesn’t know either.
“If you ever find her, please call this number – she’s an employee of the company and we’re very worried about her.” He gives us a business card. Ka-Shing Corp.? Sounds familiar.

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>>2436728

“I have no use for this, you can have it.” You pass it to Matilda.
“Is there a reward or something?” Matilda wonders, eyebrows raising.
“Yes, 50000 Gor$.” The man responds, putting away the poster.
“I’ll keep an eye out for her.” Matilda promises, her eyes shining.
After leaving the man be, you continue going forward to your destination. Out of nowhere, you hear a scream! A man’s scream coming from that dark alley to be exact, and it wasn’t a short one… You halt your walk while Matilda keeps striding forward.

“Hey, didn’t you hear that?” You tell Matilda, trying to get her attention. Someone is in trouble! Seems the old man didn’t joke around when he said the city was getting more dangerous.
“Not getting paid. Not our business.” Matilda dryly responds without turning.

She’s right, but you can’t let that dude die, can you…? Well, you totally could, but what type of example are you going to be for this girl? You’re a proud graduate of Master’s dojo after all!

>Go to the dark alley! It’s afternoon, so it’s not that dark in there! Save that poor guy! Whoever's putting him in distress to scream like that, shouldn't be too much trouble. Unskilled thugs are nothing for a man of your caliber!
>You came here for the Golden Crusher; you WILL get the Golden Crusher. You don't even remember when that restaurant closes! It could be in fifteen minutes for all you know!
>Write In.

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(Last Reply of the day, we continue tomorrow.)

>>2436736
>>Go to the dark alley! It’s afternoon, so it’s not that dark in there! Save that poor guy! Whoever's putting him in distress to scream like that, shouldn't be too much trouble. Unskilled thugs are nothing for a man of your caliber!

>>2436736
>Go to the dark alley! It’s afternoon, so it’s not that dark in there! Save that poor guy! Whoever's putting him in distress to scream like that, shouldn't be too much trouble. Unskilled thugs are nothing for a man of your caliber!

>>2436736
>recuse the random person

>>2436736
>>Go to the dark alley! It’s afternoon, so it’s not that dark in there! Save that poor guy! Whoever's putting him in distress to scream like that, shouldn't be too much trouble. Unskilled thugs are nothing for a man of your caliber!
He might reward you with a meal.
A meal of GOLDEN HAMBURGER!

>>2436736
>>Go to the dark alley! It’s afternoon, so it’s not that dark in there! Save that poor guy! Whoever's putting him in distress to scream like that, shouldn't be too much trouble. Unskilled thugs are nothing for a man of your caliber!

>>2436736
>Go to the dark alley! It’s afternoon, so it’s not that dark in there! Save that poor guy! Whoever's putting him in distress to scream like that, shouldn't be too much trouble. Unskilled thugs are nothing for a man of your caliber!

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“Do what you want, I’ll help.” You will teach her an old-school life lesson; maybe Master was more lenient with her than you, though, since he always taught everyone to help those in need and more heroic shit like that.
“Don’t go. I have to keep you safe.” Cut and dry. It’s like it’s a job to her. Now Matilda finally turns around, not happy in the least.
“Nah, running goes against my master’s teachings.” You go to the dark alley, doesn’t look like she’s going to follow.

You run towards where the distressing call was made; in the deepest part of the dark alley, you find somewhat of an empty lot between the buildings. A gang seems to be beating up a poor fat guy.

“C’mon, man. We know that you know where the girl is, now tell us, or we’re going to make things worse.” A thug says. Seems to be the leader, but doesn’t look tough at all. Maybe they are talking about the same girl the guy in a suit asked you earlier?
“For the last time, I don’t know what you’re talking about…! Please let me go!” The overweight slob says, as he refuses to cooperate. You can tell he’s lying from a mile away, and so do the thugs.
“You’re a bad liar, you know that? Now we can keep kicking the shit outta you, or you can tell us what we need to know.” The leader says again, completely at ease with the situation.
“Threatening someone in broad daylight is a stupid idea. Fuck…” There is a girl in the gang. She doesn’t seem to want to be here.
“We need to find her! We need her back, and if we gotta take action in the middle of the day, then we will!” A third guy snarls back. He ain’t a big deal either.

“Hey you three, what the fuck are you doing?” You yell to this loser gang as you walk towards them.
“None of your business, meathead. Now beat it, or you'll be joining him.” The leader replies angrily. He doesn’t want to waste any time. Neither do you.

What will you do?

>Walk straight up and start taking them out. You need the exercise after being rusty for so long!
>Try diplomacy… Has that ever worked for you? It might work here, who knows?!
>Threaten them with calling the police, they should be near anyhow. No need to get your hands dirty with small fry.
>Lie to their faces about where the girl could be, even though you know jack shit about whatever the deal is. Maybe this will get them to leave the fat guy alone!
>Write In.

>>2439281
>Walk straight up and start taking them out. You need the exercise after being rusty for so long!

>>2439281
>Walk straight up and start taking them out. You need the exercise after being rusty for so long!
Throat PAWNCH!

>>2439281
>Walk straight up and start taking them out. You need the exercise after being rusty for so long!

>>2439281
>>Try diplomacy… Has that ever worked for you? It might work here, who knows?!
You can always punch them later, but once punched, you can't unpunch them.

>>2439281
>>Walk straight up and start taking them out. You need the exercise after being rusty for so long!
>Leave the girl be and hit on her after we've kicked her friends asses

>>2439281
>Walk straight up and start taking them out. You need the exercise after being rusty for so long!

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“Well… Time to flex my muscles. You guys are going to be a real nice warm up.” You taunt them, smiling as you get into a familiar stance. Time to finally have some real fun today.
“Huh?! Are you really this dumb?” Their leader is ready for a fight! His lackey moves up to the front too, while the girl just watches. “Do you really wish to die?”
“I swear, weaklings never come up with anything smart to say before they get their asses kicked.” You tell the thugs, time to clean house.

The two thugs jump at you immediately, and you dodge with ease even though your footwork isn’t as great as it normally is. Jet lag sucks.

“Why is he so fast?!” Their leader is in awe, even though he has seen nothing yet.
“Shit, man! We can’t return empty handed or we're going back to prison!” The lackey says, his voice shaking slightly.
“G-guys, I think you should just throw in the towel here…” The girl tries to talk down the duo.
“Shut up, you dumb bitch! I’m not rotting in a fucking prison.” The leader screams at her rudely. That’s not how you treat a lady!
“Yeah, you'll be rotting in your grave.” You tell their leader as you connect your world famous Comet Punch…! Or in other words, a simple punch backed by years of training and technique. Then you grab his head and smash him on the ground, leaving him lying there. He’s out cold. “Who's next?”
“Noo…!” The lackey looks pale, taking a couple hesitant steps away from you.
“I seriously hope that ain’t your name, kid.” You grab the lackey’s head and you do the same to him as you did to the other guy. He’s out too. But you can’t find the girl anywhere! You spin to look behind you, and she approaches with a glass bottle to take you down. Before she could connect, Matilda appears from out of nowhere and grabs the delinquent girl’s arm. Wouldn’t have hurt anyway, but you appreciate the gesture.

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>>2439864

“Drop it. Now.” Matilda isn’t playing, having the girl in an expert hold.
“Y-y-y-y-yes…” The girl drops the bottle as you start seeing tears flow down her face.
“I thought you didn’t want to help if money wasn’t involved.” You tease the bright star of the dojo’s future.
“Once in a while, you can do it for free.” Matilda doesn’t believe a word of what she just said.
“You’re a bad liar, stop that.” She just sighs as she turns and drops the thug away from her. The girl stays sitting on the alley floor, trying not to cry, but crying a lot.

“T-thanks guys!” The fatso stands up, attempting to bow in gratitude. Matilda looks away, like she doesn't want to be recognized.
“It’s all good, but it would be all great instead if you'd buy us a burger – if you know what I mean.” You tell the spherical man.
“W-what are you guys going to do with me?!” the trashy looking girl asks from the ground, interrupting whatever the fat man was going to say. Her whole face is wet with tears of remorse.

How will you respond?

>“Nothing, now take your friends and go. I think you've learned your lesson, haven't you?” You beat the shit out of them, that’s dishonorably enough. She can just go get someone else to help her take them to the hospital; it's not your problem anymore.
>”The fatso here will call the police and you and your friends will pay your dues, understand?” Do it the appropriate way. Matilda needs more examples for her to become a stand-up citizen. Plus the cops can get them medical treatment anyway.
>Write In.

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>>2439869
>"Just get the fuck outta here, I ain't got time for this."

>>2439869
>Buy us all a burger

>>2439869
>>”The fatso here will call the police and you and your friends will pay your dues, understand?” Do it the appropriate way. Matilda needs more examples for her to become a stand-up citizen. Plus the cops can get them medical treatment anyway.

>>2439869
>"Just get the fuck outta here, I ain't got time for this."

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“Just get the fuck outta here, I ain’t got time for this…” You only want your Golden Crusher Burger...
“Yes sir!” She runs away leaving her gang behind, smart decision.
The obese guy gets up and salutes you. “Thank you, sir. My name is Bradford. You’re really the shit! I’ve never seen an ass-beating like that ever! Marvelous work!” He says.
“Don’t mention it. Name's Flint.” You throw a thumbs up at him, maybe this fatso ain’t so bad.

“Wait, you… You’re that girl from Craig’s poker night! You’re Matilda! I didn’t recognize you there.” The fatso and Matilda know each other? Shit, you forgot his name… Would it be too rude to ask again? Who cares, really…
“Don’t mention it. I’m glad you’re fine.” Matilda lies through her teeth once again, not showing one slightest bit of interest.
“Wait, Craig? Like ‘Dreadnought’ Craig Harris?!” That’s your pal from your dojo days! Eight years ago he was still the reigning national boxing champion, though he's probably retired by now, since he was way older than you. It’s kind of dumb to mention, but the old man knew almost every discipline – so you had quite the diverse group of fighters at the dojo… and other types of individuals.
“Dreadnought…? I’m not sure, but his name is Craig Harris – yes.” Bradford doesn’t seem convinced you two are talking about the same guy. Matilda has no clue either about what you’re talking about.
“Forget it, it’s not important.” You tell the fatso, handwaving the issue aside.

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>>2440417

“Well sir, since you have my gratitude… You mentioned you wanted to buy a burger, right? I recommend a place nearby, absolutely stupendous. Also, here some money for you to grab one free.” He hands you a few dollars, not that you need them. “Sorry Matilda, seems like I won’t be able to hire you any time soon. I was planning to, I swear.”
“Thanks, pal. But I’m after the Golden Crusher.” Wait… What did he mean by 'hiring' her?
“Golden Crusher? Never heard of that one before, and as you can clearly see, I feel I know my food places here.” The fatso is totally clueless, what a dumbass – now you get why Matilda doesn’t care about him. “Anyhow, thanks for saving me.”
Matilda grabs you by the shoulder to get your attention. “We should get going, it’s about to get dark."
“Right, right…” You feel like you’re forgetting something…

Before you could leave the empty lot in pursuit of your burger, you feel a strong presence directly above – you look upwards and see a black silhouette of a man dropping from the top of the building, descending towards you…

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>>2440429

“Do not worry! I heard your distress call, citizen! IT’S ME!” The dark silhouette finally lands on the ground perfectly, like a real superhero. He then rises up to full height, smoothly striking a cool pose. Who the hell is this buffoon? “It’s your neeeeeeeeeeeeeeew hero: WIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILDFLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAME!”
The fat guy starts getting hype all of a sudden. “Wildflame! You’re back!”
Matilda is unimpressed. “I thought he was dead.”
“Wait, you guys know him?!” Okay, maybe the city is really getting dangerous if things like him are now commonplace.
“With a tear in my eye! It’s finally time for me to get into action once again! You ruffian, beating these citizens like this? That shall not continue on my watch!” He points at you dramatically, his eyes not budging an inch from yours.
“Me?” You ask, pointing at yourself in confusion.
“Yes! I heard the cry of a beautiful damsel in distress, and now I arrive to see this! Two men mercilessly beaten down to the cold alley floor!” Wildflame clenches his other non-pointing hand into a fist by his side.
“Uh, Wildflame? I think there's a big misunderstanding here.” Bradford tries to help you out.
“Perhaps this young lady here was the one crying?!” The idiot points to Matilda.
“No.” She quickly shuts him down with a deadpan negation.
He thrusts his finger forward with emphasis, raising his fist up in front of him, completely unfazed. “STOCKHOLM SYNDROME!!! I READ ABOUT IT IN ONE OF MY JUSTICE MAGAZINES! DO NOT FEAR, CHILD! I’M HERE TO SAVE YOU!!!”
“I do not need saving, though it would be interesting seeing you in action, Wildflame.” Matilda has that type of appraising look, the same one from her grandfather; the one he used to scout future talent and to size-up opponents…
“Please, call me MISTER FLAME, thank you very much!” The mental guy says. You can’t possibly take him seriously.
“I refuse.” Matilda shuts him down again.
“A-anyway… YOU’RE GOING DOWN! YOU THINK BEATING PEOPLE IS OKAY, YOU SCOUNDREL?” Wildflame is ready to fight, though he sounded almost like a regular person there…

What do you do?

>Just turn around and leave. The Golden Crusher awaits you, and this costumed asylum escapee isn't going to keep you in this boring alley any longer!
>“Maybe you're better than just a punching bag like those guys were. I guess I can have some fun…” Time for a real challenge. If your senses are still any accurate after all these years, then this LARPer might just be something…
>”No, listen to me. Here's what really happened…” Lean back against the alley wall, hands where he can see them, and just tell him what happened normally. He's no cop, but you'd rather avoid the hassle right here.
>Write In.

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(Last Reply of the day, we continue tomorrow.)

>>2440436
>>Just turn around and leave. The Golden Crusher awaits you, and this costumed asylum escapee isn't going to keep you in this boring alley any longer!

>>2440436
>Just turn around and leave. The Golden Crusher awaits you, and this costumed asylum escapee isn't going to keep you in this boring alley any longer!
The shit we put up with…

>>2440436
>“Maybe you're better than just a punching bag like those guys were. I guess I can have some fun…” Time for a real challenge. If your senses are still any accurate after all these years, then this LARPer might just be something…

>>2440436
>Just turn around

no good deed...

>>2440436
>Just turn around and leave. The Golden Crusher awaits you, and this costumed asylum escapee isn't going to keep you in this boring alley any longer!

>>2440436
>”No, listen to me. Here's what really happened…” Lean back against the alley wall, hands where he can see them, and just tell him what happened normally. He's no cop, but you'd rather avoid the hassle right here.

>>2440436
>>Just turn around and leave. The Golden Crusher awaits you, and this costumed asylum escapee isn't going to keep you in this boring alley any longer!
"I just want a goddamn Golden Crusher Burger, man. Follow me if you want, but that's where I'm going."

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“…” You turn around and leave without a word. The Golden Crusher awaits you, and this costumed asylum escapee isn't going to keep you in this boring alley any longer; Matilda trails behind you.
“STOP THERE IN THE NAME OF JUSTICE AND DECENCY!” Wildflame tries to stop you, but Bradford grabs his arm.
“Mr. Flame, he isn’t a bad guy!” The fat man defends you. You will leave this to him.
“But overweight citizen, he ignored me… And also commited a bad deed!” Wildflame retorts.
“Just help me to carry these guys to a hospital, tough guy. I think they'll appreciate that, no?” Bradford tries to convince the obviously roided man.
“I’ll keep my vigilant eye on him from now on, then.” That almost sounded like a threat, too bad you’re already out of there. You’re back on track, a few streets away from the place of your carnage.

“Is running away from challenges part of my grandfather’s teachings?” Matilda teases. Weird for her to start a conversation.
“That wasn’t a challenge, it was a misunderstanding – learn the difference.” You feel the need to respond to Matilda’s provocation.

Finally, after a long-awaited while, you finally arrive at the restaurant from your dojo days! The smell almost lingers in the air still…

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>>2443051

“Mmmm… I can taste it… That crispy, tangy and succulent ‘Golden Crusher Burger’… Or that’s what I would say if this was the restaurant I was talking about! It’s a drugstore, Matilda! What the hell?!” You angrily shout, pissed off beyond anything you could have expected.
“It’s Number 155 Inomi Street. This is the place you wanted to go, I double checked with my grandfather.” Matilda checks her cell phone.
“Well I see no god damn place to eat here!” You impotently wave your hand at the drugstore, shelves and shelves of bottles visible from the outside.
“Maybe they went out of business.” Matilda smirks. She’s a brat! A god damn brat!
“That can’t be possible; the Golden Crusher could make any restaurant thrive for generations!” This is nonsense!
“Too bad it’s dead, now let’s go back home.” Matilda shrugs smugly, as if she won money from a bet or something. Knowing her, she must have!
“Hey, you told me you were going to get me to my god damn restaurant! It was a promise! Does your family’s name mean nothing to ya?!” Girl, you ain’t going anywhere.
“Don’t you ever say something like that to me.” Matilda is deadly serious! Now that’s the spirit!
“Then let’s find my stupid ass restaurant already!”
“Tch… Alright, but I don’t think we are going to be able to find it today.” Matilda already admits defeat, but you won’t budge. “Also stop shouting at me. You're annoying.”

What do you do?

>Ask inside the drugstore about the whereabouts of the Champagne Bear. Maybe they switched addresses, and the drugstore owners know where?
>There is a hotdog cart a few steps away, usually these are the type of guys who know the area, or the other food places. Let’s ask the vendor about the Champagne Bear.
>The fatso knows about food places! Maybe he knows where the Champagne Bear is, so let’s go back and ask him. You'll deal with the moron in tights if you have to, if it brings you closer to the Golden Crusher…
>Write In.

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>>2443058
>There is a hotdog cart a few steps away, usually these are the type of guys who know the area, or the other food places. Let’s ask the vendor about the Champagne Bear.

>>2443058
>Ask inside the drugstore about the whereabouts of the Champagne Bear. Maybe they switched addresses, and the drugstore owners know where?
>The fatso knows about food places! Maybe he knows where the Champagne Bear is, so let’s go back and ask him. You'll deal with the moron in tights if you have to, if it brings you closer to the Golden Crusher…
By god we will fulfill our Harold and Kumar quest for a burger if we have to kill everyone in the city to find it.

>>2443058
>There is a hotdog cart a few steps away, usually these are the type of guys who know the area, or the other food places. Let’s ask the vendor about the Champagne Bear.

>>2443058
>ask the drug store guy

>>2443058
>>Ask inside the drugstore about the whereabouts of the Champagne Bear. Maybe they switched addresses, and the drugstore owners know where?

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(Wrote this when Hotdog vendor was winning, whoops.)

“Hey, I need to ask you a question.” You stop the hotdog vendor.
“Heyo, want a hot dog, pal?” You expected a savvy man of the streets, not a failed looking street rapper!
“Maybe. Matilda do you want a hot dog?” You ask your companion. Always polite to ask.
“I’m fine, thank you.” She politely turns down the offer.
“Matilda…?” The vendor looks at Matilda, and Matilda stares back at him. “Oh god, you’re that girl at Craig’s poker night! I’m still terribly sorry about what happened.”
“It’s alright.” Matilda lies again. At least, she can’t hide her disgust completely.
“What happened, explain now – please.” You ‘order’ Matilda.
“Alright, what happened was…” She briefly explains that one day she participated in Craig’s Poker Night at Craig’s apartment, that turned into Team Pool for some reason – her partner, a good friend and associate named ‘Johnny’, somehow landed a godly shot! This guy here wanted to rip her friend’s face apart for cheating. She intervened and the hotdog vendor threatened to beat her, until the rest of the guys separated them. “…That’s more or less what happened.”

“What the fuck? Are you out of your mind? You wanted to beat a girl over nothing?!” You yell at the poor hot dog vendor, whose name you now know is Martin Helmaer.
“I-I-I already apologized! Here – h-have a free hot dog!” He gives you one. You take it, and throw it on the GROUND!
“I don’t need your handouts! Make yourself useful and tell us where the Champagne Bear is.” You threaten the cowardly man.
“T-the restaurant that used to be here…? They moved out to the city center! Please don’t hurt me!”
“Could you be more specific, please?” Matilda asks. Finally she seems to be in a good mood.
“Yeah, of course!” He gives her the address, and Matilda searches it on her phone. You got it!
“See ya.” You wave off Helmaer, who rapidly goes away with his cart.

“That was amusing to watch.” Matilda seems to have enjoyed you yelling at that guy.
“Yeah, I guess.” You went a little overboard, though. Master probably would have appreciated a bit more finesse.

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>>2443535

If you knew how much you were going to walk, you would have paid for a taxi… Anyway, you keep walking… And walking… You’re close, you can feel it. It’s there! The Champagne Bear! It still exists! AND IT’S CLOSED!!!

“NO! THIS CAN’T BE! I'VE WAITED YEARS FOR THIS! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” You yell the manliest of screams possible towards the sky, letting the heavens above hear your cries of hunger and anguish.
“Well, I found your restaurant. Mission accomplished.” Matilda doesn’t seem to care one bit, smiling at your suffering. What kind of restaurant closes at 8 PM?!

“…” You collapse to the ground on your hands and knees, in a broken imitation of prayer.
Your limbs start to go numb.
You cannot speak.
You inwardly pray for the burger gods to save your soul, but ultimately despair, for salvation no longer exists:
You're already in Hell.

“C’mon, big guy, we can come here tomorrow.” Matilda tries to be nice, patting you on your back in sympathy that might not be mocking after all. You barely feel it, your nerves having deadened within seconds from your life-shattering trauma.

Is this the end…?

>TEAR THE FUCKING DOOR DOWN, YOU’RE EATING YOUR GOD DAMN BURGER EVEN IF YOU HAVE TO MAKE IT YOURSELF.
>Knock on the door. You’re friends with the owner, surely he still works here???
>Release your grief and suffering, so that the earth may take it and set you free. Then return to Master's home. It can't be helped…
>Write In.

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>>2443544
>Release your grief and suffering, so that the earth may take it and set you free. Then return to Master's home. It can't be helped…

>>2443544
>Knock on the door. You’re friends with the owner, surely he still works here???
>Release your grief and suffering, so that the earth may take it and set you free. Then return to Master's home. It can't be helped

>>2443544
>release grief

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4zLfCnGVeL4

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You decided to release your grief and suffering, so that the earth may take it and set you free… You agonize on the ground, as you whimper your way to the realm of darkness…

“Hey, big guy… c’mon, my grandfather is waiting...” Matilda now is trying her best to make you snap. She thinks mere words are going to revitalize your broken spirit? Preposterous! “Hey, Masterson, don’t go unconscious, it’s just a burger! You’re being melodramatic! Masterson! Flint! Stop! Open your ey—!”

Oh shit, you actually went unconscious! You didn’t get your Golden Crusher Burger, of course depression would hit you hard… Wait, this ain’t a dream, it feels different! Like you’re in another world completely different from your own. Who are you kidding? All of 'em are the same without the Golden Crusher in your heart.

“Human, I have waited multiple of your human months for a worthy partner – now the world is entering a path that will lead itself to destruction, and I need your help to stop it.” A voice emanates from somewhere in this space, but your senses fail to help you locate it.
“Wait… What’s going on?!” You stand up effortlessly! It’s like you’re in space, but you still have gravity! Moving feels easier somehow…
“I humbly welcome you to the Bridge Between Worlds, a space that exists between dreams and reality, mind and matter… and it’s the path that connects our world to yours.” The voice speaks, the sound echoing around you, but clearly like a bell and not anything super loud.
“That doesn’t tell me much, pal.” You tell the voice, still unsure of what’s going on.
“I will explain to the best of my abilities: your world was designated as the staging ground for our war. We’re fighting for the future of our world, using yours as proxy. I’m one of the many participants, but I cannot enter the fray until I join forces with a human in this world, and share a special bond that will lead us to victory.”
“That sounds like a bunch of trouble.”
“Indeed it is, that is why I need you to become my ally today. You’re no ordinary human, your strength seems unmatched by almost all others of your species.”
“Damn right I’m strong, but how can I trust someone who won't show me his face?”
“I’m unable to, since being without a partner leaves me unable to manifest a sustained physical form, even in this mid-way realm, except as a pair of floating eyes.” Suddenly a pair of giant glowing eyes opens up in the black void, extremely close to you! You feel something in your veins and bones, something like… fear? Fear of the unknown? “If we join forces and you sign the contract, I will be able to show you my true form.”
“And what’s in it for me?”
“Anything you want, I will seek to provide. And do not fret, I’m on the human side of the war. You will be greatly rewarded, that I can assure you…”

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>>2443803

You feel like this decision is much more important than you are let on…

>“Give me the Golden Crusher Burger right now, and I'll accept. Then we'll see what else we can do, okay?”
>“You know, I've always wanted to test my limits for real, past what anyone else could do for me. This offer of yours has a lot to it, and I'm liking the sound of that. I accept!”
>”This sound sketchy as hell, I’m not sure if I can trust ya. You got anything you can tell me to make me believe you? I'm all ears, buddy.”
>"My Master taught me to rely on one's own strength and skill to overcome all odds. Sorry buddy, but I guess you'll have to find someone else."
>Write In.

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>>2443803
>>”This sound sketchy as hell, I’m not sure if I can trust ya. You got anything you can tell me to make me believe you? I'm all ears, buddy.”

why didn't you guys knock on the door?

>>2443808
>“Give me the Golden Crusher Burger right now, and I'll accept. Then we'll see what else we can do, okay?”

>>2443808
Forgot to mention, last reply of the day! We will continue tomorrow.

>>2443808
>”This sound sketchy as hell, I’m not sure if I can trust ya. You got anything you can tell me to make me believe you? I'm all ears, buddy.”

>>2443808
>”This sound sketchy as hell, I’m not sure if I can trust ya. You got anything you can tell me to make me believe you? I'm all ears, buddy.”

>>2443808
>”This sound sketchy as hell, I’m not sure if I can trust ya. You got anything you can tell me to make me believe you? I'm all ears, buddy.”

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>>2435591
>ay bby u want sum fuk

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”This sound sketchy as hell, I’m not sure if I can trust ya. You got anything you can tell me to make me believe you? I'm all ears, buddy.” You sit down on the nothingness that feels like it should be the floor. This supernatural shit is nonsensical, but you're rolling with it.
“What could I possibly say or do that could gain your trust, human?” The voice is calm and contemplative as it asks you this, and the eyes lower to your eye level.
“Since I was little kid, they told me not to trust strangers, and you’re practically one. So tell me more about yerself.” And that wasn’t one of Master’s teachings, it’s street knowledge!
“I cannot show you my true form, but there was a previous war that took place on your world. The people of that time hailed my words and my deeds, and venerated me under the many names I both earned and received. One of the common names I remember they used for me was 'Brahma'.”
“Isn’t that gift shop around here?” Or was it a beer and liquor store?
“Gift shop…?” Those eyes look confused, almost sleepy for a moment. "…A place to obtain valuables to greatly honor others, then?"
“Yeah, something like that." Why are you explaining this? “Like for your girl or something, usually when you’re traveling you go to one.”

“Hmmm… I wonder how my dear wife is doing… She used to play such sweet melodies, the heavens would flow with tears of joy enough to fill the rivers and cleanse the land…" The eyes get a wistful look in them, just like how Master's eyes used to look when he talked about his wife after a few drinks.
The eyes suddenly liven up somewhat. "Wait, I guided your kind for generations, and I’m just a mere gift shop for your species? I thought I was still venerated!” He says, jokingly. If you were in his place, you would probably be fuming.
“Sorry pal, I don’t know about religious shit. I’m a city rat.” All that shit is confusing to you! “Probably in the country you’re a big deal, I know they are more religious there. Not that I know for sure, but you must be a big deal if you’re a gift shop.”
“Then I’m still important somewhere?” He’s about to crack into laughter. Nice sense of humor he's got.
“Important enough for someone to trademark your shit, that’s for sure.”
“I see.” He seems to be in deep thought, almost about to fall asleep. “What is a trademark, exactly?”
“Hey, pal. Did you forget you need to convince me to join forces? Enough with the weird questions.”
“I’m not able to do much more than this. It’s all up to you. I believe we can save both worlds together.”

It’s not like you’re going to get more out of him, really…

>Join forces!
>Decline!
>Write In.

>>2446300
>Join forces!

>>2446300
>Join forces!
He seems like a nice goofball. Matilda is gonna be PISSED.....

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>>2446300
>join forces

>>2446300
>Join forces!

>>2446300
>>Write In.
Do you like burgers?

>>2446458
THIS THIS THIS THIS, WE ARE HAROLD AND WE MUST HAVE A COMPANION THAT LIKES BURGERS!

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“Screw it, let’s join forces!” What’s the worst that could happen?
“You have made a wise decision, honorable warrior.” The eyes open wide and a ray of light comes out of them, enveloping your whole body… You start floating in the air and begin to feel goosebumps all around you, it’s kinda itchy… After some seconds of floating, you fall back down to the floor.
“What the fuck was that?” It’s like nothing really happened.
“We have forged a pact, now I have the pleasure of calling you 'partner', Masterson. Hmmm, son of a Master! How fitting!” He laughs in a really friendly way.
“That was underwhelming, but thanks?”
“United until death, we will endeavor to save the world from the perils of destruction. I shall see you soon.”
“Hey, you can’t leave!”
“I won’t. My presence will always remain with you.”
“Even when I take a dump?! That’s going to be awk—”

You wake up…! You’re inside… a restaurant?! Can it be the Champagne Bear…?! You’re on the floor though. You at least have a pillow on the back of your head, so that's good. You sit and check your body quickly; shit your elbow is on fire!

“That’s not a simple flame, it’s me – this is the form I took for some reason.” That’s Brahma! What’s the deal with that anyway? Wait! It wasn’t all just a dream?! Holy shit, this is confusing. “I do believe you can invoke me at will by touching my flame form. Dangerous individuals with others like me are roaming your city, so beware, my warrior-priest.”

“Finally.” It’s Matilda with a glass of juice in hand; she’s sitting at the counter of the restaurant, as bored as ever.
“Matilda…? What happened?” You feel fine… Physically, at least.
“You collapsed on the floor, idiot. If your baby crying didn’t wake up one of the owners here, I would have to drag your ass to the hospital.” She takes a sip from her glass.
“So you just left me on the floor, how considerate of you…”
“Just thank me I was paid enough to not go with the dumpster.” Matilda grins savagely! You were supposed to be a polite honorable girl, not a brat!
“Wait! Are we inside the Champagne Bear?!” HOLY SHIT! Your head moves side to side rapidly, trying to take it all in.
“Yeah, now calm down big guy. We brought you inside a few seconds ago, the owner went upstairs a bit earlier. He wanted to clean up a room to put you there, but you seem fine to me.” Uh, that explains why the door is open… Why didn’t Matilda close it anyway? She even had the time to make herself a drink, watching you unconscious!
“I'll be more than fine if I eat the Golden Crusher! Where's the owner? I’ll pay him extra if I have to!” Matilda's eyes widen on impulse the moment the words "pay" and "extra" leave your mouth.

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>>2446533

“Matilda, everything is ready! Bring him here!” That voice is awfully young to be the owner you remember…
“Don’t worry, Terry! He’s fine, he just woke up!” Matilda yells back. You hear quick steps coming from the above. Then he appears, a young lad more or less the age of Matilda.
“Shouldn’t we call a hospital anyway?” The young lad asks, his posture and demeanor extremely casual. Is Terry his name? “You want one, sir?”
“He’s a tough enough bastard to endure it, don’t worry.” Matilda doesn’t show any concern for you. And she's right, you feel perfectly fine. But that's YOU. Your stomach roars with the hunger of a wild beast!
“The only thing I want is Golden Crusher Burger! Is it your old man in here? I need one, please!” You’re basically begging now, on the floor and everything.
“Sorry sir, but my parents went on a vacation some days ago with their friends. They'll come back next week!” He smiles sheepishly, as if it's his fault.

“…” WHY DOES MISFORTUNE CHASE YOU?! WHAT UNFORGIVABLE WRONG DID YOU COMMIT TO DESERVE THIS?!
Suddenly, hope! “You have the ingredients here? Maybe I could make him one.” Matilda…! You’re not a brat after all, you beautiful, misunderstood girl!
“Even if you had the ingredients, there is a special technique to make it. Sorry.” Terry, my man! Why do you have to do this?! “Besides, it’s a family secret. My parents would kill me I taught you how. Even then, I'd have to kill you first, haha!” He grins a cheesy smile, but you've faced enough people to sense his intention is serious underneath that.

Wait, what did he just say?!

>Tell Terry to make you the Golden Crusher Burger! You'll accept the repercussions, and also take the heat for Terry in the face of his parents' return. Surely they'll sympathize with your desperate situation, being cooks and all, right?
>Beg Terry to make you the Golden Crusher Burger! You will pay extra for him and his parents too! If you pay enough, maybe his parents might forgive the two of you when they return!
>Leave back to Master's home… You will have to wait a week, but you've endured much worse trials and tests from Master on your long road to becoming the warrior you are now. The burger will make the wait worth it!
>Write In.

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>>2446538
>Leave back to Master's home… You will have to wait a week, but you've endured much worse trials and tests from Master on your long road to becoming the warrior you are now. The burger will make the wait worth it!
Remember Master's teachings. Accept this fate. Our time will come.

>>2446538
>Beg Terry to make you the Golden Crusher Burger! You will pay extra for him and his parents too! If you pay enough, maybe his parents might forgive the two of you when they return!

>>2446538
>Leave back to Master's home… You will have to wait a week, but you've endured much worse trials and tests from Master on your long road to becoming the warrior you are now. The burger will make the wait worth it!

>>2446538
>commit sudoku

>>2446538
>>Beg Terry to make you the Golden Crusher Burger! You will pay extra for him and his parents too! If you pay enough, maybe his parents might forgive the two of you when they return!

Its fine if terry makes it and we don't watch isn't it?

>>2446738
changing my vote to beg, to get this shit show moving

>>2446538
>Beg Terry to make you the Golden Crusher Burger! You will pay extra for him and his parents too! If you pay enough, maybe his parents might forgive the two of you when they return!

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(Sorry lads, 20-minute rule)

“Thank you, Terry, for everything. But I guess it wasn’t meant to be… Matilda, let’s go home. Good bye.” You admit defeat. Is that a tear rolling down your eye? Doesn’t matter now.
“Home…? You live together? Is he your dad?” Terry asks Matilda.
“No, I barely know him. I’ll tell you at school, for a price that is.”
“Haha, I probably will ask you tomorrow – see you at school.” Terry waves you two out of the store.

You leave the establishment that once was a beacon of hope for you. Now nothing matters.

“I thought you were going to beg for one.” Matilda says, looking at you sideways.
“…”
“Not in the mood to talk?”
“…”
“That’s fine sometimes, big guy.” She pats you on the back, a lot more sympathetically than when you were on the ground. “Just don’t collapse on me again, alright?”
“…Right.”

“This isn’t the end, my friend! It’s only the beginning! …So is this 'Golden Crusher' a sacred technique of sorts?” Brahma questions in a contemplative tone.
“…”
“Do not hesitate to speak to me. Just as I am now your god, you are my warrior-priest now, in this struggle of ours. What sort of creator god would I be if I didn't care about other creations?”
“Yeah yeah, I won’t forget; I’m just not in the mood…” Your god? What...?

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>>2446840

“Who are you talking to?” Matilda wonders.
“It’s complicated.” You handwave Matilda's question aside.
“Don’t tell you have one of those flames now?” Matilda seems to know more than you expected. Huh…
“…Just leave me be.” You don’t have to fund her party any further.
“Hey, hey, hey! You need to tell me how you got it! You got it just now, right?! Answer me!” Suddenly she starts being a brat again.
“Shut up! You’re being noisy.”
“Spineless, weak, and a crybaby. I knew all you worthless lot were going soft after abandoning and destroying the dojo. You’re not worthy of being called one of my grandfather’s last apprentices.” She looks really pissed.
“…Do you understand what ‘shut up’ means?” What’s she even on about?

Out of nowhere, Matilda moves in front of you and punches you in the chest, leaving her fist there! She looks up at you with fire in her eyes, venom in her voice, all sympathy and brattiness out the fucking window. There's a crackling aura of tension around her that you can see, almost like a flame in and of itself with how wild but focused it looks.

“Just listen here. With or without flame, I’m going to hunt you all down for what you did. I’m going to show you and everyone else you didn’t learn a god damn thing at the dojo. I don’t give a shit in what discipline; I’ll tear you apart at your own damn game. You’re lucky you’re my grandfather’s guest today, because otherwise, you would have been the first…” She shoves you back a few inches with her fist, then spins on her heel to lead the way ahead. Her back is turned to you, facing the sunset.

“Every creature passes through paths of doubt and suffering on the way to the top. We will overcome this as we will all else. Do not worry.” Brahma, you’re almost like a bro.
“…” Just one more week, right…? The Golden Crusher Burger will be yours.

You two silently went back to Master’s home…

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>>2446848

[Next Morning]

You have your stuff ready; you’re going to move out to a hotel in the meantime, while you try to find a permanent place to live in the city. Master offered you to stay for longer, but after Matilda's fierce declaration to you, you felt the need to decline. You need your own space right now, though Master said to contact him whenever you liked.
Either way, it seems Matilda went to her classes… So you couldn’t set things straight with her, too bad. It’s not like you really care too much; the other guys will put her in her place and that will be the end of it. Though, what you saw of her yesterday planted the seed of doubt…

“Alright, later today I’m going to meet up with my new boss.” You tell Brahma.
“Boss…?” Brahma is as aloof as always.
“Yeah, I got a new job. That’s the real reason I could move back here.” You keep walking towards the hotel.
“Ah, a new task to aid you in bettering your position in life? Excellent!”
“It’s a temporary gig. I’ll be the muscle for some corporate rat. Let me see, I wrote his name down before… Shit, it’s something ‘Ka-Shing’… My handwriting is pretty bad.” That name rings some bells, now that you think about it.
“Is he one to use his power for evil purposes?”
“No idea! We'll see!” You stretch. “Maaaan, I really wanted a Golden Crusher Burger. This sucks…”

[End of Sidestory]

Thanks for Playing!

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>>2446853
Cool! See ya!

>>2446853

Thanks everyone for playing! I hope you guys enjoyed this clusterfuck and playing someone completely different.

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>>2446854
See ya!